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avenirdelight · 1 year

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all smiles because we wonnn🤍✨

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#queueueueue #sonny x lolo #son heung min #rodrigo bentancur #tottenham hotspur #spurs #premier league 22/23 #totmci #05022023

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babygirlbenji · 2 years

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For You - Ben Chilwell

a/n not totally happy with this one but the rq has been in my inbox for literal months (i started writing this fic in jan 2022 so it's been a long time coming but shit happened and we live, we move and we vibe!

You had started to feel a little off a couple days before Ben’s match. Just a little runny nose, sore throat and the occasional cough, nothing serious. You were self-medicating and trying to get as much rest as possible, but you could feel it was getting worse.

Sure enough, the morning of the Brentford match dawned with you feeling absolutely rubbish. Your throat burned, every muscle ached and your temperature had soared overnight. You were pretty much laying in a pool of your own sweat. The sun peering through the blinds made your head pound.

Ben stirred next to you.

‘Morning, babe,’ he mumbled. Even in your foggy, sickly state, his morning voice still sent shivers down your spine.

‘Morning.’ Your voice was a mere croak, and it made him sit up, concerned.

‘You don’t sound good, darling, are you feeling okay?’ He brought the back of his hand to your forehead. ‘Sweetheart, you’re burning up! Why didn’t you say anything?’

‘I didn’t want you to worry, I’ll be ok for the match, I just need some more rest,’ you replied, trying to stand up. Your progress was swiftly halted when the room started to spin before your eyes in a sudden wave of dizziness.

‘There is absolutely no way you are watching any match anywhere other than from the comfort of the sofa in front of the TV. I’m going to go and make you a peppermint tea and some chicken soup you can heat up for lunch.’ You would have complained, but your lack of energy prevented you from doing so. Besides that, you secretly liked Ben taking care of you. You were normally a very healthy person, rarely getting so much as a cold, so him taking care of you was a treat of some sorts.

As you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the sound of Ben rummaging around in the kitchen carried up the stairs to your ears, followed shortly thereafter by the delicious smell of chicken soup.

Not long after, Ben came back upstairs, armed with Sudafed tablets, a hot water bottle, a mug of peppermint tea and your laptop, which you had left downstairs on the coffee table after doing some uni work.

‘I feel bad for leaving you like this…’ he admitted as he dropped the essentials on the bed, leaning over to stroke your hair back from your forehead. You shrugged weakly.

‘Don’t worry, I’ll be fine in a couple days. Not as bad as swine flu or laryngitis.’ You couldn’t help but wince at the memory of having swine flu and laryngitis; the two illnesses had got you down less than 18 months apart, and it was the most sick you had ever been. Ben was so worried about you, he called the non-emergency line twice when you had swine flu.

‘Nothing will ever be as bad as that horrid swine flu. Sure you’ll be ok? Mum is on the end of the phone for anything, Dele and Harry are about 15 minutes away if you need anything, I’ll tell the team what’s going on so if I get a call from you I’ll get subbed off so I can be here…’ You just about had enough energy to giggle and take his hand.

‘Baby, I am fine. Just a little cold. Go do your job, I’ll be here when you get back.’ He bent down to kiss your forehead, ignoring your protests, before letting you go back to sleep.

*

When you woke up, you saw that it was just before kick off. You were feeling a little better having had some more sleep, so you kicked back the covers, popped on a hoodie of Ben’s, and shuffled downstairs to watch the game on the TV.

The team news came through on the Chelsea app, and you were delighted to see that Ben was starting. Even though you knew he wasn’t going to see it until after the match, you sent him a Snapchat of you curled up on the sofa, watching the match. After that, you texted him saying ‘good luck baby, cheering you on as always!!🤍 xx’

The match started, but you were only slightly paying attention. Your body had been fighting this horrid cold as hard as it could, and you were exhausted. The match continued and you were only just about able to follow the match in between power naps.

Just before halftime, however, came the moment both you and Ben had been waiting for all season.

You sat bolt upright, cheering softly through your croaky voice, as Ben celebrated his goal. The camera zoomed into him, and he made a heart with his hands and pointed at the camera. You sent him a heart back, even though he couldn’t see, and texted him ‘I told you it would come. I am so proud of you. You deserve this! See you soon, I love you🤍’. The halftime coverage started, and you allowed yourself to sit back down on your pillows, basking in the glory of your boyfriend’s goal. You knew it was coming, like you’d said to him in your text, it was just a case of him realising it.

*

When you awoke next, it was the door closing that stirred you from your slumber.

‘Darling?’ Ben’s voice was quiet as he padded through the house. You were vaguely aware of him walking over to you, placing a hand on your forehead to check your temperature. ‘You awake, sweetheart?’

You fumbled out a tiny ‘yes’, still foggy with sleep and sickness.

‘Temperature’s gone down, that’s good.’

‘You scored.’ He chuckled, knowing you weren’t exactly ‘with it’.

‘I did, darling, for you.’ Even in your slightly delirious stupor, your cheeks still flushed at his sweet comment. ‘Come on, darling, let’s get you to bed.’ You began to stand up, but soon felt yourself get swooped up into his arms bridal-style, smelling his cologne on his neck as you nuzzled your face into his neck.

‘Mmm, I missed you,’ you hummed groggily as he carefully manoeuvred you upstairs to your bedroom.

‘I was only gone for a few hours, darling,’ he chuckled in response.

‘But when one is sick it feels like much longer.’ Another chuckle left his lips, and you felt him kiss the top of your head.

‘Does one also go all posh when you get sick?’ You didn’t have enough energy to give him a retort back, just scoffing lightly.

Ben gently placed you on the bed, pulling the duvet up over you to keep you warm. You heard him in the ensuite next to your room, showering quickly and brushing his teeth. It was oddly comforting to hear him potter about in the bathroom, and by the time he came out of the bathroom, you were nearly fast asleep.

He turned off the lights, and clambered into bed beside you.

‘Want a cuddle, gorgeous? Or are you too hot?’ You didn’t have the energy to answer. Instead, you snuggled in close to him. His chest rumbled with a chuckle, an arm finding its way around your shoulders to pull you into his side. ‘Always up for a cuddle, that’s one of the many things I love about you, darling.’ The energy had completely gone, leaving you nothing to reply with. Ben knew, though, that you loved him. You didn’t have to, most of the time. It was in the way you looked at him, the way you went to every match you could even with your busy work schedule, the way you ran up to him after matches with the most radiant smile on your face, the way you always made sure you had a plate of dinner ready for him if it was a late finish… The little things added up, and Ben wasn’t great at maths, but he knew it added up to a whole lot of love from you, and he always made sure you felt it from him.

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turialaw · 1 year

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baby daddy ❄️🌨

#ruben loftus cheek #loftus cheek #rlc #chelsea fc #rubes #premier league 22/23 #footballer

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pegcrter · 2 years

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Ben Chillwell, Raheem Sterling, Marc Cucurella & Mason Mount arrive at Stamford Bridge.

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idontdoifbutsormaybes · 2 years

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look at our starboys 🥹🤩

#harvey elliott #fabio carvalho #liverpool fc #liverpool vs newcastle #premier league 22/23

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humbug83 · 2 years

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My favourite Premier League football shirts 22/23

GOALKEEPER

HOME

AWAY

THIRD

#the goalie shirts are my absolute faves #premier league 22/23 #football shirts

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doinggreat · 9 months

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Premier League 22/23

#what a season #premier league #football #gif #*#tuchel and conte moment was in 22/23?? bro istg this is mandela effect or something

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artetass · 1 year

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"They’re not bottlers. They’re not weak. They’re a young team, early in their development, doing brilliant things. Every fan wants to support a team like this. Hard to remember when the pressure is on, but have to enjoy it. This is a season we’ll talk about for a long long time". - @gunnerblog.