#chels chats

[chelsgalaxy]

wait wait wait wait hold up if it was lou's decision for the guiding fingers under chin thing then wouldn't it have been *oliver's* decision to move that same hand to his waist????

[serenit-teas]

2&4👀

Hello Hello! In classic Serenit-teas fashion my initial answer didn't post but!!! We prevail!! >:D Thank you so so much for sending some questions in!🥺

2) Matches or lighters?

- While I don't necessarily use either, I must say that aesthetic and vibe wise, I much prefer matches! ^^ There's something about being able to make a lil swipe and then suddenly having a lil tiny torch in your hand that is just!! So so neat to me!! Matches make me think of fall and winter, odd yet cozy hours spent in a dim library, the only light coming from well loved melted candles placed all around for the perfect ambiance! Or!!! Lanterns!!!! I love!!! Lanterns!!! Short story long, I will rant and rave all day long over matches!

4) What Cryptid being do you actually believe in?

- Fresno Nightcrawler!! Do I have any proof? No. Do I have any reasons? No. But trust me on this, I will not lead you astray in this one. My qualifications are as follows: Please?🥺 As someone who used to be obsessed with the things that went bump in the night to an almost concerning extent (Watched TV shows and scared myself into sleepless nights when curiosity got the better of me and I'd read some stupid C grade online monster recount/ accidentally look at a pic that spooked me a bit too much) I just??? Feel an odd kinship with these little weirdos. They are so silly and goofy, they mean no harm🥺 they r just,,,,walking crumpled tissues,,,,,they're buddies!!🥺

(And Mothman ofc😌)

[wntnz]

[galateagalvanized]

i genuinely hate being in meetings from 7a to 7p, coming home, microwaving dinner, working on my class for two hours, spending an hour sorting through medical bills, going to sleep, then doing it again, and again…

[icannotfeelanything]

My coworker friend has asked me a couple times if I’m bi. Which I understand because I know I can give off a vibe of that based on what I say, do and present myself as.

And when she first asked me I was kind of thrilled? I was like oh! I’ve been thinking about it recently and I don’t really know what I believe at myself at the moment but it was nice to talk to someone about it.

But then the other night we went out as a group and I guess she had asked me again (which I don’t remember because I had had a good amount to drink) and apparently I said yes.

I didn’t know that until she mentioned it the next day. Which I find interesting, one because I don’t know, but I do know what’s possible at the moment and one of the things not possible is being in relationship with a woman, so I don’t have the space really to seriously consider that.

So when she talked about it more I felt rather uneasy? I’m not sure how to describe it but I kind of got afraid because I find a lot of power in some words and how things are said and a label like bi is not something I’m ready for, partly because I don’t know what that word fully means to me or the wider world yet.

And like I’m very thankful she was supportive but also It almost felt like being put in a spotlight when you don’t even know all the words to the song yet or even if you should be in the spotlight or in the backup band.

[romijuli]

God I love that my first piece of info on the event came from a Twitter moot tagging me to inform me that there’s a tsuzumisu mini chat

[luvinelysia]

hey baby girl 🥵😳😻‼

hey bbg 🥺🥺🥺

[bedsyandco]

𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐘 - 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐀

“Fuck,” Mark curses in frustration when Ethan yells in victory across the room.

You let out a quiet laugh at the annoyance on Mark’s face, obviously not impressed that Ethan managed to beat him at a game of chel for the third time tonight.

“Are you laughing at my misery?” Mark asks, squeezing your foot, where it rests on his lap.

“Never Marky,” you assure him, smiling as he laughs at your obvious lie.

“That’s mean. You laugh at me and then lie? I think I deserve some head scratches as an apology” he says, exagerating his pout until you roll your eyes and open your arms, inviting him to lay down and he does so eagerly.

Your hands immidiately go to his head, light running your fingers through it.

“Can we start movie night now? That wasted like half our night…” Dylan asks referring to the fact that Mark kept delaying movie night by asking to have a rematch with Ethan.

“Not my fault Mark likes losing,” Ethan quips, laughing as Mark flips him off without even lifiting his head from your chest.

“What are we watching?” Luca asks from his seat on the floor, next to Rutger.

“How to lose a guy in 10 Days,” you answer and all the guys groan in protest.

“We watch that every time, and besides its not your night to choose. Stop sign, what are we watching?” Dylan asks, direcring his question to the boy half asleep on your chest.

“How to lose a guy in 10 Days,” he answers automatically and you smile in victory, giving Mark a few rewarding scratches.

“We all know the only reason you like that movie is because you find Matthew McConaughey hot,” Rutger claims and Mark glances up at you both questionably and accusingly.

“That’s not true sweetie,” you assure Mark, running your hand up and down his back.

Dylan puts the movie on relunctantly and all the guys celebrate when both you and Mark fell asleep not even 30 minutes later. It happens every movie night, you and Mark cuddle up and fall asleep halfway through. The guys never complain though because that means they can watch whatever they want.

Ethan took a picture of the two of you asleep, sending it to the group chat with a text reading, “looking cozy👀”

The next day when Mark looked through the chats, he promptly skipped over that discussion, but made sure to save the photo.

[clownprint]

hi i'm molly! i dunno if you guys get told you look like celebrities but i get told at work all the time i look like.. wait, is it his wife? his gf? oh right, everyone says i look like megan fox, but i don't see it. i think it's just the dark hair and light eyes. if that makes no sense i'm sorry i just couldn't help myself after binging love is blind. sorry chels.

aquariumsglow is my chats if you're interested

[makethatelevenrings]

Angel by the Wing - SEVEN

Chapter Warnings: drunk idiot at the bar grabs the reader once but that’s it, mentions of domestic abuse

A/N: I have two more finals to go and they’re both essays. It’s the end of the semester/seasonal/clinical sad girl hours. This fic is consuming my brain. I will get to other requests soon but for now, enjoy our three sluts.

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“Polynomials suck,” Amelia Benjamin declared as she slapped down her pencil on the counter. You chuckled at her declaration and pushed a bottle of Coke towards her. You were counting inventory at the bar while Penny and Gary worked in the back organizing the kitchen.

“When am I ever going to use this stuff?!” she moaned and buried her head in her hands. Rolling your eyes at her melodramatic display, you patted her hand and then ruffled her hair.

“If it makes you feel any better, I had to learn that stuff too. And look, I never use it.”

She let out a triumphant battle cry and dove back into her work, leaving you to grab the two chipped glasses you found. You pushed your way into the kitchen and deposited them in a trash can before leaning up against the counter next to where a very flustered, very stressed Chelsea stood staring at a mixology cheat sheet.

“Are you nervous?” She jumped at your question and swore under her breath before shooting you a dirty look.

“What if I accidentally poison someone?” she blurted out, nervously playing with one of her braids. That elicited a laugh out of you and you shook your head in amusement.

“Chels, there’s no way you will be able to accidentally poison someone unless you go and get the Raid in the supply closet and serve it as beer. You’re going to be fine.”

You pulled her into a side hug, rubbing her arm as she rested her head against your shoulder. It was Chelsea’s first night behind the bar after a few weeks of memorizing drinks and practicing on you and Penny. The two of you had to stumble home to Penny’s place one night after a few of Chelsea’s cocktail tests and you woke up on the couch to Theo lathering your face with kisses. At least Amelia was kind enough to make the two of you breakfast while you combated your hangovers together.

“Listen. I’m going to be with you the whole night.” Penny had to get her boat serviced so it was your night to open and close. You were going to be glued to Chelsea’s side.

“Any difficult orders or questions or anyone giving you problems gets sent straight to me, okay? If you feel uncomfortable or annoyed for any reason, you come get me. And don’t be afraid to use the bell. Twice for a round. Four times to alert the officers. Okay?”

“Okay.” Chelsea inhaled a deep breath and then let it slowly leak out of her. “I’ve got this.”

When the doors to the bar were opened and the sign shone brightly onto the street, beckoning in tourists and sailors alike, you were confident in Chelsea’s abilities. She was a quick study and a bubbly personality. Even if she took a bit longer to get drinks out, the bar was usually packed with regulars who would understand.

Under the banner you had hung up earlier that day, the one Penny had gleefully approved and helped you mount, you mixed drinks, chatted up customers, and started tabs. The words emblazoned across the fabric stated “home of the worst old fashioned that one guy on yelp had” and damn, if you weren’t proud of your investment in that sign.

“Can I get an old fashioned? Or will I keel over and have to be carried out?” A familiar voice quipped. You glanced up to find two grinning faces and you practically threw yourself over the counter to wrap your arms around the woman’s shoulders. Phoenix laughed from behind her wife’s back as you practically pulled Sofia into a stranglehold.

“You bitch! You didn’t tell me you were back home!” Sofia had been gone for the past month visiting her parents in Monterrey. That meant Natasha had been moping for the past four fucking weeks.

“I wanted to surprise my best friend. Is that a crime?” Sofia gasped against your tight hug.

“Ugh, I missed you so much!”

“Yeah, not as much as I did. Let go of my wife before you suffocate her,” Phoenix joked. You released Sofia and settled back behind the bar.

“Okay, we need to get brunch and catch up soon, but I gotta get back to work. It’s Chelsea’s first night behind the bar and I want to make sure she knows I’m always available. Go order a drink from her, please? And make the others order too. It’ll help that it’s a friendly face.”

“You got it. Now, c’mon! I wanna go torture Jake!” Sofia declared as she grabbed her wife’s hand and tugged her towards the pool tables. You smiled at the sight of the pair. They were truly a couple that you admired, having toughed it out through thick and thin.

The bar started to get busier as people got off work. Chelsea maintained a cool composure and you bumped your hip against hers as you passed her on your way to grab a bottle from the top shelf for a customer.

“You’re doing great!” you shouted over the music. ABBA blasted over the speakers and you bobbed your head to the music. Glancing up, you saw Hangman leaning against the wall across the bar and chatting animatedly with Javy. He wasn’t standing with the others like usual and you wondered if something was wrong, but you didn’t have time to worry about that right now.

Looking over at the pool table, Rooster was playing with Bob against Phoenix and Sofia. That poor man. Those two women were pool sharks.

“Hey.” A soft touch on your arm pulled your attention away and you met Chelsea’s wide brown eyes. Instantly, you were on alert.

“What’s up?”

She jerked her chin towards two guys leaning up against the bar. Tourists, by the looks of it. Tourists who had already pregamed before coming here.

“He’s saying that his mojito isn’t right. I’ve made it for him three times now.”

The guy’s eyes were firmly fixed on the back of Chelsea’s jean shorts and you quickly turned, placing her on the other side of you. She relaxed just a fraction when she saw your reaction and offered you a silent thanks. You nodded her towards the kitchen.

“Go take your break. You’re doing amazing and I’m super proud of you.”

“Thank you.” She squeezed your hand in one more thanks and then disappeared behind the swinging door of the kitchen. You sauntered up to the counter where the guy and his friend sat. He offered you a leering smirk that you assumed was supposed to be charming. Instead of swooning, you merely wiped your hands on a towel and tossed it over your shoulder.

“Can I help you boys with something?” You planted your palms on the counter, ignoring the sticky sensation that came with the inevitable spills of liquor and tears in a bar. His eyes drifted down to the front of your shirt, but you made no move to cover up.

“I ordered a mojito and that sweet little thing you got working here doesn’t know how to make one. I was just giving her an opportunity to learn.”

You spied one of the discarded drinks on the counter and picked it up. Studying the contents, you deemed it acceptable and took a sip.

“Tastes perfect. I don’t understand what the complaint is here.”

He leaned his forearms on the counter and let his gaze linger on the name tag affixed to the front of your shirt. A slow grin crawled up his flushed cheeks and you scoffed.

“The problem is that you girls are too pretty to be working back here.”

An elated laugh escaped you and he brightened, but you merely stepped back and grabbed the rope attached to the bell. Swinging it twice, the ring of the bell clanged through the bar and cheers erupted. You offered him a brilliant smile and tapped the sign twice.

His face fell. Oh, if there was a favorite part of your job, this might be it.

“If you didn’t like paying for one drink, how about paying for a whole round?”

His palm struck the counter with a sharp crack and you didn’t even flinch. If he wanted to throw a tantrum, he could go ahead and try it. Your hand itched to ring the bell again, but you gave him a chance to redeem himself, even in the slightest.

“You fucking bitch,” he seethed. Nope. No redemption here. “Bring me your fucking manager.”

“You got her, sweetheart. Hi, I’m the manager. What seems to be the problem today?”

Based on the coil of his muscles and the rage in his eyes, you knew what was coming before it happened. He lunged over the bar just as you grabbed the faucet spout and blasted him in the face with a jet of lukewarm water. He spluttered and fell back against his friend, giving you a chance to grab the rope again.

One ring. Two rings. Three rings.

Four.

You snatched his card off of his tab sheet, wrote down his name to ensure he was entered on the removed list, and waved his card in his face.

“You might be needing this!” You tossed the card at his buddy, but this asshole just wouldn’t let up. He grabbed your wrist and pulled your forward, your diaphragm colliding against the wood of the bar, knocking the breath out of you. Grabbing the discarded mojito, you threw the liquid in his face and stumbled back as he released you.

“You have gotta be a special brand of fucking stupid,” you snarled.

Any retort was silenced by the two hands clapping down on his shoulders. Bradley and Jake stood on either side of the motherfucker, a silent, tight rage emblazoned on their handsome faces.

“You really shouldn’t fuck around at a Navy bar,” Bradley commented. Although he sounded casual, his voice was deeper than normal.

“Want him gone, sweetheart?” Jake asked. His burning gaze was fixed on you. You nodded in response and the two men lifted the guy like he weighed nothing and hauled him out of the bar. The sea of people parted at the sight of a guy being thrown overboard. Coyote and Fanboy followed behind with the guy’s buddy in between them.

You exhaled deeply and pressed your fists against the counter, taking a moment to compose yourself. Pushing off of the counter, you plastered a grin on your face and moved on to take the next customer’s order.

Although you tried to relax, your hands trembled throughout the rest of the night. Any chance you had a moment to breathe, the memory of him grabbing you clenched around your thoughts like a vice. You pushed on, intent on just getting through the night. When the patrons filtered out and the jukebox fell silent, you found yourself enveloped in the aching loneliness and fear that lingered on the vestiges of your mind.

“Go home, Chels,” you said softly. You passed her the tips she had made for the night. “You did good.”

“Thank you.” You knew she was talking about more than just guiding her through tonight. She pulled you into a quick hug and then darted to the back room to grab her purse. You waited until you heard the door shut behind her before you let your head fall onto your forearm.

You couldn’t go home tonight. You couldn’t let yourself be alone.

Making your mind up, you finished closing and then drove home with the local rock station playing low in the background. Just as a way to quiet some of the noise in your head. Pulling into the familiar parking lot, you locked your car and then fingered the key that rested on your keychain. He had given it to you a few months back to water his plants while he was gone and you had used it once before for this very reason, but something still made you hesitate.

There. That cold, creeping sensation up your neck and down your spine. Fear. It drove you to push on. Your feet led you to the front door of his apartment and you slid the key into the lock, feeling it give and turn and then suddenly you were there, in his place.

The light at the end of the hall flipped on and Jake appeared in the hall, sleep mussed and tired. He took one look at you and frowned.

“Hey.” Sleep coated his voice and it made the all too present ache in your chest intensify. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you murmured. “My, uh, my AC is broken so I figured I would crash on your couch.”

The lie came easy, but his ability to see right through you came easier. Jake eased the door shut behind you and locked it before he twined his arms around your waist and pulled you into him. His lips met the crown of your head and your eyes fell shut in relief as all the tension leaked out of you.

“C’mon, sweetheart. You don’t have to sleep on the couch.”

“Thank you.” His hand ran down your arm and then encircled your wrist. The same wrist that had been grabbed and yanked around. Jake lifted it up, inspecting your skin for any sign of lasting damage. You waited with bated breath as he lowered his head to the inside of your wrist and laid a gentle kiss along your veins.

“I got some clothes you can wear.” He led you into his room and laid out one of his old Naval Academy shirts and some sweats that would definitely be too big on you. Jake left his room to let you get dressed, something that made you smile when you thought about how often he had seen you naked and writhing under him, yet he was always a gentleman when he wasn’t fucking you within an inch of your life.

“Jake?” you called when you were done. He reappeared in the hall with a mug of steaming tea in his hands. You accepted it gratefully, cradling it between your hands and letting the warmth seep into your soul.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out. “You have work in a few hours and I shouldn’t have come here. I’m sorry.”

“Hey.” One of his hands came up to cup your chin and he raised your head so your eyes met his. “Nothing to apologize for. I gave you that key for a reason. Okay? You’re not bothering me. Truth is, I wasn’t sleeping much anyway.”

“Okay.” You took a sip of the tea and inhaled the soft, flowery touch of chamomile and honey. His hands settled on your hips as he studied you. You lowered the mug and blinked up at him.

“I figure you don’t want to talk about it,” he murmured. You nodded and a small, sad smile lifted at the edges of his lips.

“I should have beat the shit out of him,” he finally said. “My dad was like that. In public, he was this great army guy and then he’d get home, drunk off his ass, and he’d hit my mom and…shit, I’m sorry, you don’t want to hear this.”

“I do.” You didn’t mean to sound so urgent, but this was the first time Jake had ever told you about his family aside from the basics. Warmth suffused his blue eyes and then he leaned forwards, nuzzling his nose against your temple.

“She left the bastard. Eventually. Did a damn find job raising me and my sister, if I do say so myself. Lives in Minnesota now with two dogs and three cats. I should get her to come down here one day. Enjoy the warm weather.”

“Bring her by the bar,” you suggested. “I’d love to meet the woman who somehow raised the most arrogant man in the world.”

He chuckled, his breath washing over your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps across your arms.

“That’d be nice. I’d like for you to meet her.”

“Yeah?” You tried to keep the hopeful tone out of your voice, but the surprise on your face betrayed you. Jake grinned and ducked his head, stealing a kiss from you. Minty toothpaste collided with the chamomile resting on your tongue and you savored the touch of him.

“Yeah, sweetheart,” he whispered once he broke away. “Now, c’mon. Bed time for you, ma’am.”

That night, with Jake curled around you, his large frame guarding you from any of the evils of the world, you should feel content. You should feel at peace. But there was something itching under the surface of your skin. There was some piece of your mind that was elsewhere, savoring the last rays of the setting sun with the taste of ice cream and sea salt on your lips and a warm body next to you.

You were so fucked.

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[chelsgalaxy]

so I was in a goodwill type store yesterday right. and this song came on the store radio that I had not heard in forever. Truth No. 2 by The Chicks. and immediately I thought it's so Jamie-coded, especially the 2nd verse

anyway thanks for coming to my latest ted lasso music tedtalk

[galateagalvanized]

there's a request for moulin rouge content, which i understand because ewan's in it and loses a woman named satine. but y'all. y'all, christian is so soft-hearted, so emotional, so much of a romantic. obi-wan couldn't be christian.

but cody could.

please consider, instead: cody as christian. obi-wan as satine. and satine as, of course, the duchess, in the devastatingly sexy threesome that had been planned in the original screenplay.

[icannotfeelanything]

You can get just so much from a good thing

You can linger too long in your dreams

Say goodbye to the oldies but goodies

'Cause the good ole days weren't always good

And tomorrow ain't as bad as it seems

- Billy Joel, Keeping the Faith

[nicolesainz]

Within the limits (Ben Chilwell x Jenson Button x OC) Chapter 6

Author’s note: First chapter of 2024!! Happy new year babes! So, unfortunately, the updates on the story won’t be very regular given it’s exam season and school is sucking the life out of me, but I will try my best to update as regularly as possible!

Warnings: fluff, angst

next chapter

“I am so on the Messi hype train. Can’t imagine how buzzed I was when France started missing the penalties at the World Cup.”

“I thought you’d be more of a Ronaldo girl, given you live in Manchester.”

“My parents house is in London. That’s where I grew up. I moved to Manchester in 2022.”

“So, here’s a question for you. Where does the name ‘Chelsea’ come from? When Mase told me I was shocked.”

“So, my dad is a massive fan of the club. Always attending the games whether that’s Premier League, FA cup, Carabao cup, Champions league games, name it. He has pictures of John Terry, Frank Lampard and Didier Drogba on his office walls and replicas of signed shirts.”

“And then you were born, giving your father the perfect opportunity to name you Chelsea.”

“Exactly.”

“The name really suits you. Royal blue vibes. Which leads me to my next question, which club do you support?”

The drive to Manchester was one of the most enjoyable I’ve ever had, with Ben on the line, talking about our lives and getting to know each other. I feel like it would’ve been better if we were face to face but things have their time.

He was so keen on getting to know me better and I was too. I’ve been a fan of his for so many years, something I haven’t admitted yet, and learning more things about his life brings a smile to my face.

“A professional never reveals their favorite team. I have to remain unbiased, impartial and fair to every team.”

“But now you’re not being fair! Come on, it’s just the two of us. I swear I won’t tell a soul.”

“Look, here’s a deal. If you score a goal at the next match that I will happen to commentate on, I will tell you my favorite club. Deal?”

“Fine, you win. A goal for the club it is. You have a deal.” I can hear him groaning annoyed at the offer I made.

Sometimes life is not jolly for footballers either.

“It was lovely talking to you Benjamin. I have to go now unfortunately, just arrived home and I need to prepare my notes for Manchester’s next game.”

“Oh yes, I fully understand. I enjoyed our conversation and getting to know you better. Talk to you later, blue.” I smile at the nickname ‘blue’. It’s not the usual ‘chels’ but I very much like it.

When I open the door I instantly kick off my shoes and drop on the couch as if I am a human slushee. Every inch of my body hurts. And my heart as well. How can Jenson say such nasty things in front of my face?

Does he think I’m a slut? After all we’ve confessed to each other? Do these ‘I love you’s mean nothing to him?

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“In two games we play against each other, come on let me score a goal!”

“I love you and I appreciate your effort but no. We’ve been on a massive losing strike and I should be the one asking you to let me score a goal.”

“What if we both score? Game ends up 1-1, shared points?”

“Score all the goals you want against Palace all you want tomorrow. I’m sure she’ll be tuned in.”

“You can’t imagine how happy I was while we were talking. It felt good chatting again with a girl that was genuinely interested in getting to know me and not simply looking to fuck me.”

Being a footballer at the highest level, an England international and presumably one of the most handsome players in the league, can earn you the attention of many women. It’s just shame that most want to be with you simply for publicity reasons.

Chelsea was asking me questions that none of my previous girlfriends had ever bothered to ask me. What was my life in high school like? My favorite position to play in as a child? Favorite memory with friends from high school or teammates? I was stunned and touched by how much she was focused on detail.

“Chelsea is a good one. I’ll just warn you to be careful around the loverboy she’s with. Seems like a feisty one.”

“I wanna be her friend first and foremost. I want to get to know her and get close to her. It’ll be good to add another person to my inner circle and have a laugh with.”

Mason stops talking abruptly, I hear him opening his front door and quietly walking outside. He takes his keys with him and I am assuming he is afraid that something is going on.

"Everything okay mate?" I ask from the other line of the phone but Mason hushes at me really quickly.

"I can hear yelling from Chelsea's apartment. I can see two cars parked in front of her house, but I can't tell who is the person standing in front of her door."

"Is she alright? Is it her father?" worry rushes through me and my heartbeat is rising extremely fast.

"It looks like Jenson. Wait, I will call you back, I'm going here to help her get rid of him."

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"I need to be alone right now Jense, what can't you understand?" It's incredible how I am literally begging for a few days of sanity.

"I can't live on the other side of England, knowing that my girlfriend is angry at me." The word 'girlfriend' almost made me throw up.

"I am not your girlfriend. You never asked me to be. You were the one who suggested we didn't put a label in our relationship and me being a classic idiot, I agreed" It should have been a warning sign that Jenson was not taking me as seriously as I thought.

"I thought that by saying 'I love you' to each other, this meant that our relationship was serious enough that we didn't have to labelize it."

"The moment you finally realise what I am to you, instead of just assuming, give me a call Jenson." I try to shut the door at his face but he holds it open with his arm. Fuck him.

"You have to be joking? Right? Come on Chels, don't act like a five year old." The moment those words left his mouth, I could have easily shed a river of tears but I had to show him that I wasn't as vulnerable as the current situation made me be.

Asking him to take me seriously is me acting like a kid? By that, he simply proves my point.

In the heat of the moment, before I could answer, Mason showed up, holding two bottles of wine, empty. I was kind of weird out by what he was trying to do. But I didn't question him.

"Hey, I am so sorry to interrupt, but you had promised to give me some of your cousin's wine. Guests are waiting." Mason said in a shyly manner, trying not to catch Jenson's attention too much.

"Oh yes, sorry, they are in my celery, let me bring them." I say, thankfully with the assistance of Mason and him using a very convincing lie.

"I will call you tomorrow Chelsea. You better pick up." Jenson's voice was extremely stern and all I did was nod to him. Not even a 'goodbye'. A simple head movement.

Jenson shut the door behind him and Mason let out a sigh of relief. He placed the bottles on the table and pulled out his phone to text someone, who ended up being Ben himself.

"Are you okay? The moment I heard screaming, I thought something was going on and we both got worried." My heart melted at the thought of two footballers and possible best mates of mine worrying about loud noises.

"Wait, who is we? Do you actually have guests?"

"No. I was on the phone with Ben when the yelling started. I told him about it and he got so worried that he was about to tell me to call the police."

Ben barely knows me 48 hours and yet he acts like the boyfriend Jenson isn't. Cares about me from distance and needs a double check from his friend.

"Thank you guys for everything. I don't know how to repay you. You saved a possible self invitation of Jenson at my house."

"It was nothing, Chels. We are friends. That's what we do. No need to repay us."

"Sure? If you need anything just tell me."

"Well, now that I am thinking about it, would you like to attend with me Chelsea vs Crystal Palace? Unless you're on the commentary box during the game."

"I won't be. Because the next day I will be commentating on United vs Fulham."

"Is that a yes then?"

"Definitely a yes!"

[icecry]

What's the relationship between Bruno and Chel? And does he still have feelings for that one lady he once fancies?

As of right now, Bruno doesn't even know Chel's name, while Chel describes Bruno as a guy that she "...isn't running back to see anytime soon." 

Ascensión isn't so much a 'past sweetheart,' but rather a town star who grew up in the same village as the town reject (Bruno). In Chapter 1, Bruno can clearly see what his sisters are trying to accomplish by arranging to have her be his partner for the wedding precession. In his chat with his rat, he states that he's 'not opposed to the idea,' but that he just doesn't like all the pressure around it. Bruno views Ascensión as someone who is accomplished and successful in theater, which makes him reflect back over the course of his own life.

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Amara is always taking pictures of everyone like she loves to capture moments with pictures when no one is paying attention and she loves to captures happiness in pictures. Like she loves taking pictures of her brothers when their laughing or pictures of the team when their all happy and just hanging out.

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she really is their personal photographer. most of pics on everyone's instas are taken by mara. she loves taking pictures of her friends and the couples. and it'a always the cute moments when they don't know they're being photographed.

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amara sat on the end of the couch, her feet resting in rutger's lap, camera strap around her neck (cause when is it not?)

she makes sure the flash is off, not wanting to disturb anyone with the bright light. mara observes the room, looking across where the guys were sitting.

nick and luca were on the edge of the couch, both of them too engrossed in their game of chel to properly relax and sit comfortably. jules was cuddled up in dylan's lap in the recliner next to them and mara angles her camera towards them just in time to catch jules press a kiss to dylan's cheek, his lips spreading into a big grin

mara observes the photo, smiling at how happy they look before angling her camera towards rutger, who had his eyes trained on her this whole time. he comes close to the lens and sticks his tongue out and mara giggles as she sees the picture

"oh you have to send that in the group chat," mark says as he walks past, looking over her shoulder at the photo. but mara knows that one will go in her secret little folder she has specifically for rut.