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it's got to be time travel | charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x fem footballer!reader

face claim: jessie fleming (i'm a chelsea fan and i'm sad she left :()

they've got all the time in the world for each other, don't ask them where they got that time from though

note: we're also gonna pretend that the women's football and f1 seasons line up here lol

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR | MY SMALL BUSINESS

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: last sunday lunch before we both have to go back to work :(

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user1: ffs why do their ACTUAL jobs have to get in the way of my regularly scheduled charles x y/n content???

user2: i personally think that the fia should just give charles the championship and y/n the WSL title so they can just chill together :)

maxverstappen1: not on my watch

charles_leclerc: you don't even follow me? get out of my comments

maxverstappen1: you can't just get given the championship because you have attachment issues WE ALL HAVE ATTACHMENT ISSUES

charles_leclerc: me i get, but y/n doesn't deserve to win?

maxverstappen1: i never said that. y/n is girlboss slay queen

yourusername: too right i am

charles_leclerc: why are you peace and love with her and not me?

maxverstappen1: she's cool, you aren't

yourusername: can't disagree with that babe soz

user3: i have a feeling that these spats might get worse the longer charles is separated from y/n

user4: waa waa we're all sad their being separated but all i'm thinking is UP THE CHELS

user5: i need the treble right fucking now, a charles championship would be a bonus i guess

lewishamilton: will i get a formal introduction to y/n before we're teammates?

yourusername: YES, YES YOU WILL

charles_leclerc: i guess that answers that

lewishamilton: don't hate the player, hate the game

yourusername: i better see your ass at kingsmeadow at some point, it's fun, even if others think they're too good for it

lewishamilton: i'll be there 🫡

user7: can 2025 come quick.... PLEASE

user8: lol does this mean that charles has offered to take carlos to a game but he didn't go?

user9: ugh what a bore

yourusername

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yourusername: excited for the new season back with the girlypops :))))))

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user10: treble or nothing I BEG

user11: it's their year for the champions league i've seen the script

alexalbon: no seatbelt ? way to set dangerous examples to your young audience

yourusername: if you're not careful i'm gonna teach my audience how to put their foot up the ass of those annoying her

alexalbon: ugh i hope you lose :P

yourusername: i don't have to hope, i know your ass ain't gonna be in q3

alexalbon: that's TOO far @charles_leclerc does our years of friendship mean nothing?

charles_leclerc: sorry buddy, i am y/n stan first, human being second

yourusername: as he should.

user12: so like... will we see charles in a y/n jersey again in the paddock?

user13: @ferrari stop being so annoying and let him wear what he wants

user14: i think i tasted paradise when they actually let him wear a y/n canada jersey in montreal

charles_leclerc: never seen someone make blue look so good

maxverstappen1: i'm right here?

sebastianvettel: did the homoeroticism of our challenge videos mean nothing?

danielricciardo: do not lie to yourself

yourusername: sorry sluts, you wish you looked this good

charles_leclerc: they'll never be you 🫶🏻

user15: i know the cfcw admin and pr department have a heart attack every time y/n posts

user16: the way she's out here calling three f1 drivers sluts with no repercussions

yourusername: can't be told off for telling the TRUTH

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f1: couple goals! charles leclerc takes pole in bahrain while his girlfriend, y/n y/ln, scored the winner for chelsea women!

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user19: okay but i've never been in a relationship and am currently rotting on my couch... so who is the real winner here x

yourusername: my handsome boy is so talented :3

charles_leclerc: not as talented as you, pretty girl

yourusername: nuh uh at least my team is competent

charles_leclerc: errrrr

samkerr20: i think you broke him lol

yourusername: sometimes i think he's more loyal to ferrari than me

charles_leclerc: no!

scuderiaferrari: huh?

charles_leclerc: wait...

yourusername: i see :(

charles_leclerc: i'm LOGGING OUT

user20: charles is so lover boy stuck in his tortured poets department (ferrari formula one team)

user21: the way he's probably yelling down the phone to y/n about how much he loves her right now

samkerr20: he is and it's so loud the whole locker room can hear it

yourusername: but he's so sweet isn't he

niamhcharles17: i guess?

alexalbon: we heard it from his side... barf

yourusername: @lilymunhe are you being starved of romance?

lilymunhe: compared to you and charles YES

alexalbon: ummmm get out of my business y/ln

yourusername: you're ALWAYS in my business buster 🤨

alexalbon: NO! i am just passing down the ancient skill of communication?

yourusername: you're such a gossip girl alex

user21: i know they bicker like siblings, but i know deep down that there have been double dates

charles_leclerc: yes, but y/n and i are much better (no offence lily)

yourusername: did you log back in to restart the argument with alex

charles_leclerc: yes!

alexalbon: boo you whore

yourusername: don't talk to him like that 🤨

samkerr20

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samkerr20: forced to hang out with the straights... they're actually kind of cute

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user22: you know the couple has to be real cute when even the gays think they're cute

user23: no one can resist the charms of y/n and charles

yourusername: these photos make me think that we are cuter

samkerr20: we are but i didn't want to hurt charles' feelings

charles_leclerc: consider them hurt

samkerr20: boo hoo

yourusername: noooooo i love you xxx

charles_leclerc: hehehehehehehe i love you too xxx

yourusername: i miss you, hurry up and win and come home to me

charles_leclerc: i'm doing my best :(

yourusername: you are the bestest boy

samkerr20: STOP THAT MAKES HIM SOUND LIKE A DOG

oscarpiastri: when will australians stop being victims of this relationship

danielricciardo: this is your first season dealing with them properly, buckle up

oscarpiastri: i'm in a relationship but they make me feel so lonely

maxverstappen1: you get used to it after a while

yourusername: we're right here

landonorris: let us commiserate in peace

charles_leclerc: ??? do you or do you not get free football tickets out of it?

landonorris: yeha but when we go we just have to watch you cry when y/n inevitably wins another trophy

charles_leclerc: I'M PROUD OF HER AND YOU WON'T SHAME ME FOR THAT

user24: chelsea women players must be so confused when these grown men start arguments in the comments of THEIR posts

yourusername

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yourusername: weekend off... you know what that means

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user25: i know there's over 1.5 million likes but how can i gatekeep y/n?

user26: for real

charles_leclerc: the best weekends are with you here

yourusername: i may have a love/hate relationship with this team, but the catering is banging (i may have to move to italy)

chelseafcw: NO MENTIONS OF LEAVING CHELSEA, NOT EVEN A JOKE - NOTHING!

yourusername: okay, sorry guys (the pasta was so good though)

charles_leclerc: not even for me?

chelseafcw: DEFINITELY NOT FOR YOU, WATCH OUT OR WE'LL BLACKLIST YOU FROM KINGSMEADOW

yourusername: okay, let's pedal this back. i'm not leaving london and we all still love charles, right admin?

chelseafcw: .... yes

user27: when you're in a who has attachment issues with y/n y/ln and your competition is the chelseafcw admin and charles leclerc

user28: no point even showing up

maxverstappen1: i for one am glad when y/n is in the paddock because it means i can sneak in without the cameras seeing me

yourusername: i am a woman of the people

charles_leclerc: she's such a star, everyone wants to see her

maxverstappen1: yeah i'll give you that

yourusername: we're also hot

charles_leclerc: don't you dare respond to that one max

maxverstappen1: 🫡🫡🫡

user29: patiently waiting for the hq photos of them 😚

user30: gonna print them out and put them in my heart locket

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: babe is top of the league (and top scorer)

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user33: get yourself a guy who flexes your achievements as much as charles does

user34: setting the example tbf

yourusername: my lucky charm, that hat-trick was for you xx

charles_leclerc: would mean more if you didn't score them every week 😭

yourusername: they hate to see a girlboss winning

charles_leclerc: wanna share some wins with me?

yourusername: you're doing great this season babe, not your fault that nasa decided to rebrand to red bull racing

redbullracing: adrian says thanks 😊

charles_leclerc: DON'T SAY IT Y/N

yourusername: you don't even know what i was going to say

charles_leclerc: ....

yourusername: @redbullracing you got a seat???

charles_leclerc: Y/N!!!!!!!!!!

yourusername: whoops

user35: y/n really out here trying to get charles that damn seat

yourusername: i'll stop when the horse team makes a championship worthy car that they don't break halfway through the season...

user36: add ferrari to the group of people who shudder in fear when y/n posts

chelseafcw: fine... we hope you enjoyed (no more italy jokes)

charles_leclerc: i had a great time, i always do when i watch y/n do what she loves (slay)

yourusername: awwwwwwwwww i love you charlie

chelseafcw: okay no need to make admin feel that lonely, damn

yourusername

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yourusername: finishing my best ever season with a big trophy haul :) now time to support my trophy husband in his day job

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user41: she really be out here doing it all

user42: i need her to win the Ballon d'Or Féminin PLEASE IT IS TIME

user43: with charles in attendance, first couples red carpet appearance YES, YES RUN IT TO ME PLEASE

charles_leclerc: unbelievably proud of you, mon amour, constantly inspired by you

yourusername: i love you so much, thank you for being there to support me through it all

charles_leclerc: it's the biggest pleasure in the world

yourusername: i'm all out of winning this season, your turn next weekend?

charles_leclerc: for you, i'll do anything

user44: PLEASE I NEED HIM TO WIN GOOD PLEASE

alexalbon: congrats i guess, you're pretty good

yourusername: thanks, since my boyf is so supportive, it's only natural that you have to try and humble me at every turn

alexalbon: you're more famous than us now, we need to keep you grounded

lilymunhe: don't worry y/n he cried nearly just as much as charles when you won the WSL

yourusername: I KNEW IT

charles_leclerc: i still cried more

alexalbon: it's not a competition bro, we all know you're both helplessly in love

yourusername: that we are

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: happiest when i'm with you (and whoever has decided to tag along), oh and winning a race helps as well i guess

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user45: CHARLES WIN I REPEAT A CHARLES WIN WE WON?

user46: the way y/n went just as mental as us, her and zecira jumping around the garage (and starting the champagne shower after the podium)

user47: really proving that y/n and charles really are each other's biggest fans

user48: thank the lord the WSL season finished when it did so y/n could be there for this win

user49: y/n would've ran to austria to be there i'm sure

yourusername: you know it 🫡

maxverstappen1: had to let you win so you could look cool in front of your infinitely cooler girlfriend

charles_leclerc: not even gonna bite, i'm too happy to care

yourusername: i'll bite - HIS TALENTED BEHIND SCHOOLED YOUR ASS

maxverstappen1: but i called you cool?

yourusername: i'll accept the compliment now, i had to defend charles' honour first

charles_leclerc: heheheehe i'm blushing

maxverstappen1: gross

user50: i need y/n to permanently be in the ferrari garage, they were on it today (i think out of fear)

landonorris: damn i thought i thirdwheeling lestappen was bad, but y/n and charles is a different beast

yourusername: we're both athletes, need to savour the time we have together when we can

charles_leclerc: sorry not sorry you'll get it when you're in love

landonorris: .... i guess i'll die then

fin.

note: i hope you enjoyed !!!! one last WIP to go and good lord the writers block is kicking my ass. but f1 being back should help!!! + f1 academy, much enjoyed it so far.

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 instagram au #f1 x you #f1 #f1 social media au #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc #charles leclerc social media au

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miracleonice87 · 8 months

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the camp letter

a/n: the requested note (which turned into more of a letter — I’m a writer, what did you expect?) written by Mrs. Kelce, from “new heights, new news, new baby.” enjoy!

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“NHL tournament kicks off in my room in ten, big fella!” Isiah Pacheco called through the door after a few raps of his knuckle.

Travis smiled to himself, pushing his now-empty unpacked duffle into the dorm closet and clucking his tongue.

“You know I ain’t missin’ that, son!” Travis assured. “Be right there.”

As Isiah’s footsteps retreated down the hall, Travis grabbed the last piece of luggage on his bed, his toiletry kit, and walked it into the bathroom to hang up. Upon opening the flap, a piece of white notebook paper fell to the counter, folded so only the top of the page was visible.

Open when you get to camp! it read in your unmistakable penmanship. With an enamored grin, Travis quickly lifted and unfolded the page.

87,

the salutation read.

At that simple greeting, his throat tightened with emotion.

Oh boy… he was in for it.

He wandered to take a seat on the bed as he continued.

With another Super Bowl celebration summer coming to a close, another season is now on the horizon and it just might be the most special one yet.

I remember the first time you invited me to Chiefs camp when we had just started dating, watching all your teammates’ kids run to them after practice, watching them chase after footballs, watching their dads throw them up in the air and tote them around so proudly, and I remember thinking, “I hope that’s gonna be Travis someday with our own kids.” Sure, that happened just a little sooner than we planned, but with each day that passes, I only grow more excited to share this with you, and to make those football-centric memories with our little one, and hopefully more little ones to come.

I can’t wait to hold our baby in the stands and explain to them what you do for a living, Trav. I can’t wait to see how excited they get waiting for you on the sideline for a pregame kiss, then watching you ball out. I can’t wait to watch them meet you in the tunnel or the suite after a game, win or lose, and love on you like I do. I can’t wait to see them run around Arrowhead with Sterling and Bronze, and, as much as possible, take them to games with Wy, Ell, and Benny, watching them spend time together and clap for their daddies.

When I close my eyes, I can so vividly see another Super Bowl win, finding you in the midst of another red and gold confetti snowglobe, but this time, with our kid in my arms. I can envision you on the podium with Coach Reid and Patrick, a Lombardi in one arm and a baby in the other. And as much as I already miss you, despite you still being just a couple of rooms away as I write this, we both know that camp is the first step toward making that happen.

We are so lucky to get to do this at all, Trav, but I feel impossibly lucky to get to do this with you. Thank you for being the man that you are – I can’t tell you how much I admire your drive, your passion, your work ethic. You are the best teammate, captain, leader, friend, husband, brother, son, and daddy-to-be that I’ve ever known, and I know you’ll instill your best qualities in our little one.

I love you so fucking bad, Travis Michael. Have fun, be safe… go be great. See you soon.

Silent tears were dripping down Travis’s cheeks and nose as he finished the letter, a fond smile permanent on his lips. God, he was the lucky one, to get to be able to play this silly game he loved so much with your full support backing him. And the thought of you and your baby cheering him on, together, in just a few more months… man, that made him actually giddy, despite the tears he was still trying to get under control.

A moment later, the only person who would ever push open the door to his room unannounced did just that — his quarterback and best friend entered with a casual “you comin’ to play Chel, you hockey freak?” before his eyes actually landed on Travis. Patrick was fearful for just a moment, seeing his friend so emotional, then the tight end met his gaze and held up the piece of notebook paper covered in your neat writing.

Travis cleared his throat and announced, “Letter from home. Got me.”

Patrick smiled, taking a few steps toward him to squeeze his shoulder.

“I gotchu,” he said understandingly. “All good, though?”

Travis nodded emphatically, beaming even as he wiped his watery eyes with the flesh of his thumb.

“So good,” he assured the fellow dad.

Patrick nodded, too, and pawed Travis’s arm affectionately.

“Glad to hear it. Take all the time you need, man,” he directed. “I’ll go take the first round with the hooligans.”

Travis giggled and reached to dap up Patrick, the quarterback giving him a warm hug.

“Thanks, brother,” he said softly.

As Patrick left the room, Travis gave the letter one last brief read, then pulled out his phone, screen lighting up to display his lock background — you from the back in an 87 jacket after this most recent Super Bowl, being hoisted in his arms the very moment you found each other on the field. Smirking proudly at the memory, he unlocked the phone and opened his text thread with you.

Just read your letter, you sneaky lil thing, he tapped. My god, you know how to make a 6’5” NFLer weep like a baby! Thank you for writing it, sweetness. I love you so much. Less than four days now until I hug you and baby Kelce again 😍🤰🏻 Tell Mama I said hi and I love her! Call you later 😘

With that, he hit send, took a deep breath, tucked the letter into an empty drawer for safekeeping, and headed toward Isiah’s room — which was already echoing with his teammates’ raucous cheers and jeers — all while wondering what the hell he ever did to deserve a life so damn sweet.

#kissing kelce #the camp letter #travis kelce #my writing

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gabigabigabby · 8 months

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visca el barça | j. félix

joão félix x gavira!reader

a/n: happy bc joão is happy again!!! born to be a culer ❤️💙 proud of the boy

synopsis: you support your bf joão as he joins his dream club

face claim: yesly dimate

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yngaviira

Barcelona, Spain

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yngaviira you are finally here! parabéns lindo. visca el barça ❤️💙

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pablogavi Bienvenido João! ❤️💙 [Welcome João!]

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joaofelix79 Amor ❤️ [Love]

yngaviira joaofelix79 ❤️

fcbarcelona Visca el Barça ❤️💙

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culersforever Welcome to the biggest club in the world, João Félix! ❤️💙

barcaprasempre mid player

yngaviira

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yngaviira exploring barcelona all over again (:

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pablogavi Increíbles lugares de viaje [Awesome travel spots]

yngaviira pablogavi lo sé hermano [i know bro]

joaofelix79 Melhor parceiro do mundo [Best partner in the world]

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_ferminlopez Date 😍

yngaviira _ferminlopez sí señorrrr [yessir]

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joaoischelsea Wish he came back to Chels but he's happy so I am too 💙👊

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joaofelix79 If we're living the dream, I hope we never wake up ❤️💙

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yngaviira living the dream life w my dream boy <33

joaofelix79 yngaviira dream girl

pablogavi Very cute guys 😅

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fcbarcelona ❤️💙

raphinha Bem-vindo irmão 👊 [Welcome brother]

joaofelix79 raphinha brigadão amigo [thanks my friend]

_ferminlopez Bienvenido hermano ❤️ [Welcome brother]

joaofelix79 _ferminlopez gracias hermanito 👊 [thanks brother]

ilkayguendogan Welcome to the club! ❤️

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barcaculer I just know you're giving us the Champions League this season

#joão félix #joao felix #joão félix x reader #joao felix x reader #football #football x reader #football x y/n #football x you #fc barcelona #barça #fc barca #fc barça #football fanfic #football imagines

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katealpha · 11 months

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Chel could hardly have expected to end up in this situation. Sure, she really should have, but it was far too late to take any preventative steps. She was pregnant with Tulio’s children. The gods found it necessary to bless her with not just one new life, but several at once. Chel simply didn’t understand why. Now, she was worried on how the inevitable birth would go and if she had what it took to really bring these babies into the world. She felt like an anaconda after eating a herd of capybara, slower on her feet than ever, back aching, hormones and cravings running wild. All she could do now was her best.

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At long last, I finally get to a fan favorite among animation fans. A certain woman from a certain movie I know not much about because it’s been years since I saw it. Big thanks however to Twitter’s own RandomGirl1265 for making this beautiful pierce. They captured Chel perfectly, and I hope you agree! Maternity was fun!

#animated movies #dreamworks #the road to el dorado #Chel #pregnant #pregnancy

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georgeweasleyslostearhq · 9 months

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Hey!! I was just finish reading George weasley "Mum?" That you write, I think its awesome and I hope you can make a part 2 if you like! Thank you :D

DO YOU?

Pairings: Single-dad!George weasley x Fem!reader Summary: you go on a date with George, and he's nervous Warnings: mention of the war and death

PART 1

you knocked on the door, waiting for George to answer it

you had stayed for dinner that night with George and Chelsea and ate the cookies that you had made and you still took the opportunity to go on a date with him, so here you were, dressed in your best casual wear, you didn't expect the date to be anything fancy.

you heard rushing from the other side of the door, into their flat

the door opened and you were met with nothing, until you looked down the see Chelsea smiling widely up at you

"he's still getting ready" she giggled, reaching for your hand and pulling you into the flat, closing the door behind you

George came out, holding two jackets in his hands, looking down at them with a frown

"hey, Chelsea, what jacket should I-" he looked up, finding you there

"oh- hi, sorry just give me a minute" he blinked, not expecting you here so early

but when he looked at his watch he noticed that you weren't early at all, in fact, you were a few minutes late, and he still didn't even have his shoes on

"it's ok, take all the time you need" you smiled, letting him walk back into his room, Chelsea trailing after him.

you stood there for a while, looking at the mantle that was decorated with a vase of flowers and photos in frames

you walked closer and took a closer look

the picture on the far left was a picture of the Weasley family before the war, the movement showed them all laughing and George next to Fred, nudging him and hitting his arm

the one to the far right was a picture of Fred and George in front of the Shop, the date written in black ink at the bottom, to remember the day they opened.

Fred was smiling proudly as George had his arm around Fred, trying not to laugh

and in the middle stood a picture of George and Chelsea when she was a baby.

he was cradling softly, crying with a big smile on his face as he held out his finger for her hand that grasped the tip of his pinky

you admired all the pictures before you heard the door open again

"ok, I'm ready, shall we go?" you heard George say

you turned and looked at him, smiling

you were about to nod your head to say yes but realised that no one was there to mind Chelsea

"who's looking after Chels?" you asked

"oh, merlin! crap, I forgot to ask my mum if she could mind her" he smacked his head, cursing at himself for his mistake

"it's fine. she can come along or we can do this another night if you want?" you reassured him, walking up to them

"no, that's not fair to you. merlin, I'm such an idiot" he sighed to himself

"it's ok, really, I don't mind. we can just do this another time" you insisted but he he shook his head

"no, let's go, c'mon, Chels" he said, taking Chelsea's hand

"am I going?" she asked.

"no, we're going to take you to go see Linda" he replied with a smile

he looked at you and waited for you to come along

you smiled awkwardly and walked with them

you exited the shop and began walking to a small little cottage that was where the alley ended

he knocked on the door and took a deep breath when it eventually opened

a middle aged woman stood there, she didn't seem to be related to him at all but they seemed familiar with each other

"oh, hello dear, what can I help you with?" she beamed at George

"would you mind Chelsea? I have something to do and I forgot to get someone to look after her because I'm an absolute Git" he huffed

she looked down at Chelsea and smiled

she looked back at George and noticed you, who stood behind his tall figure, she tilted her head to get a better look and smirked at George

"you go on then, my little girl loves spending time with Chelsea, go get out of here and have fun" she ushered you away

Chelsea ran in the house after kissing George on the cheek as he bent down

Linda turned to you both and grinned

"go on then, get out of here" she rolled her eyes sarcastically, waiting for you both to leave before shutting the door

you and George walked side by side, him leading the way to your destination

you arrived at a restaurant, not a fancy want but a casual one, perfect for the both of you

he let you walk in first and led you to the front desk

the man looked up at him from his computer, a small smile on his face

"I'm sorry but we have no space, we're completely booked out

"oh, uh, I have a reservation" George responded

"what is it under?" the man questioned, looking back at the computer

"uh- Weasley" George fixed his shirt, seeming nervous

the man typed the name up and frowned

"you're twenty minutes late, we gave your table away" the man informed

George quickly looked down at his watch and cursed under his breath

George stayed silent, seeming mad at himself and the man left to help out somewhere else

George walked you both out and stood outside for a while, him still cursing at himself

"George, it's fine, Please don't beat yourself up about it" you tried comforting him

"I'm really sorry, I was so nervous because- well I haven't been out on a date for so long, I was trying to make it nice but I've completely ruined it, I'm sorry, I can't do this, I just- I'm sorry" he rambled, his breathing was getting heavy and he was tugging at his hair

"it's ok, we can take you home and just forget this happened if you want, I understand, it must be hard" you rested a hand on his arm, furrowing your eyebrows

"no, we're not leaving, I'll figure something out, Just give me a second" he stepped away from you, turning around and you heard his deep breathes and hitches in his throat as you waited for him

"George, let's just get you home, if you're not ready you shouldn't push yourself to be" you spoke gently

"I am ready! I am so ready, ok? so let's go" he defended himself

"where are we going to go?" you asked, watching as he took your hand at led your through the alleys

you got to a small little diner and he got you both settled in a booth

you looked around, it looked like those places you'd see in the muggle world, and you didn't entirely mind it

"it's not how I pictured it, but it's not nothing" he gulped, sitting across from you

it wasn't crowded but there were quite a bit of people there

"it's perfect" you smiled

he picked up one of the menu's and gave it to you before getting his own

"I think I'll just get spaghetti Bolognese, you?" he looked up from the laminated paper to you

"I reckon the cheeseburger will do" you answered, putting your menu down, looking at him before looking around again

the waitress came up and asked what you wanted, George ordered your food and asked for milkshakes for your drink

you told him what flavour you wanted and he got the same one

you both talked about your interests and he told you more about himself.

he started asking a lot about you and you opened up to him

and eventually, the topic of the war came up all of a sudden, he told you it was a dark time for him and the struggles he went through. you told him that you couldn't imagine doing the things he did as you didn't fight in the war

he wanted to share his experience more but you told him that it could wait, that instead of saying it all, that he should tell you another time, that he's opened up enough and that he didn't have to tell you everything just yet

the waitress brought out your food and you began eating

George stabbed his fork into his food and took the little black ovals on the side.

you tilted your head at him and he went on eating, still picking them out when he found another

he noticed that you were looking at them and smiled

"do you like olives?" he questioned

"yeah, why don't you?" you frowned with a chuckle

"the taste is gross, do you want them?" he picked them up with his fork and held them out for you

"sure" you shrugged, letting him drop them onto your plate

you grinned and you picked one up and put it in your mouth

usually when he had olives in his meals, Chelsea would take them because for some reason, unlike her own father, she loved them.

so for some reason, it made his heart flutter when you happily ate them

he opened the door for you and let you walk out the diner, the both of you laughing at something he had told you

he slowly held your hand and smiled at the warmth of your palm, it calmed him down

to George, it seemed like forever since he's been with someone, to have a woman in his arms, to love and care for.

even if he had Chelsea to care for, he wished he had someone to help him, comfort him, love him

George believed that you could be that woman, because not only did he have to love you, but Chelsea had to too.

he would never get with anybody if them and Chelsea didn't get along, because he would choose his daughter every time.

but if Chelsea loved her too than it would be ok, if she treated his little girl like her own, then he'd make it work

the only thing George wanted growing up other than the shop was to start a family, and he was almost complete.

even if they were a family on their own, George still felt like there was something missing, that Chelsea deserved to grow up with a mother.

and he wanted more than anything for it to be you

as you both walked down the alley, hand in hand, George stopped in front of an ice cream shop

"want ice cream?" he turned to you

you giggled at his question

"we literally had a milkshake 10 minutes ago, that's like, half ice cream" you squeezed his hand gently

"yeah but when did a little more hurt anybody?" he raised his eyebrows, pulling you in the shop

he turned to you "what do you want?"

"what are you getting?" you questioned

"the pistachio" he answered happily

"who the hell likes that flavour?!" you fake gagged

"me" he whispered awkwardly

"you're weird" you grimaced

"what are you getting?" he frowned at you

"probably cookies and cream" you answered him

"that's so basic!" he argued playfully

"it's popular because it's good" you smiled

"it's so boring" he scoffed

"you're boring" you smirked

"oh am I?" he tilted his head

you hummed in response, crossing your shoulders

"yeah, you are" you teased

"I'll show you boring" he glared you

he ordered you your ice creams and brought you to the shop, he ran upstairs telling you to stay out there and wait for him

it was a pretty cold night and you wish you would've brought a jacket

a few minutes later, he came back, a jacket in one hand and his other hand stuffed in his pocket

"it's pretty cold, though you could use a jumper" he held it out for you.

you smiled at him, taking at and put it on, feeling warm

you started walking again, side by side

you began to smell the sweater as you brought the sleeve up to your face, scratching your nose, you got dizzy with the smell of George

you dropped your hand to your side and lightly swung your hand to reach for George's hand, lightly grazing it

he looked down at your hands and reached to take it.

he held your hands and interlocked your fingers

he brought you to a grass field and made you sat down as he went a little away from you. he ran back as something flew into the sky

he sat down next to you and looked at you as the thing exploded in the sky, the bright colours cascading across the dark void that surrounded the earth.

"fireworks?" you turned to him, noticing his gaze was directed to your lips

"that's a little boring for you, isn't it? seen as though you do it so often" you joked.

"fireworks never get boring," he replied softly, looking at the fireworks that never seemed to stop "they get more and more beautiful each time"

you chuckled at his response before looking back at them

"I guess they do"

he looked back at you again, seeming nervous

"so do you" he spoke quietly

you scrunched your nose as the cooment

"now you've just gotten cheesy" you laughed

"I'd rather be cheesy than boring" he shrugged

silence grew between the two of you, comfortable silence as you both stared off to the explosions of colour

after a while you decided to speak up

you turned to George, who was laid down on the grass, his hands behind his head

"I admire you, George" you began.

your words made him confused

"how? why?" he asked

"I admire the way you take care of Chelsea, I can't imagine it would be anything but hard or you, to do that by yourself. I really respect the way you work to provide for her, I know how much it would've been hard to open up the shop after...you know. I just want you to know that I admire you" you answered

he sat up and looked at you carefully

George had never heard something like that from anyone, it made him feel appreciated, like he was loved and valued.

"you do?" he raised his eyebrows

"yeah, and you should know I'm here if you need anything, if you need someone to talk to, help you, anything" you blinked

George felt himself go hot in the cheeks

he knew that he was going to love you for the rest of his life, even if you aren't together, he knew you would have a special place in his heart

but he knew he didn't want you to leave, he knew he wanted you in his life, in Chelsea's

he leaned in and placed a kiss on your lips.

the kiss was gentle but passionate, like he didn't know how to do it but he has been longing to for so long

you broke apart to breath as he still had his eyes closed, like he was still in the moment

you reached up and cupped his cheek, rubbing his pale skin with your thumb.

he had a lazy smile planted on his face

you leaned in and kissed his shortly, making him chase your lips for more

"i guess you're not that boring" you teased

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chelseachilly · 3 months

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my captain

pairing: reader x ben chilwell summary: literally just fluff celebrating ben leading the team out again and chels winning the semi final 😌 warnings: none word count: 1.7k

author's note: hope you enjoy, literally wrote this in like 30 mins so forgive any typos hahah

In all the years you’ve known and loved Ben Chilwell, it’s never gotten any easier seeing him struggle with injuries.

It still hurts every time you watch him limp off the pitch, seeing both the physical and emotional pain behind his eyes. But it fills you with unimaginable pride the way he always works relentlessly to return to playing for his club. He never gives up, even when a lot of people would - he hardly even complains, though you’re always there when he needs to vent.

Truthfully, you’re glad to listen to him and drive him to physio appointments and do everything in your power to make him feel better, because there isn’t really much else you can do. It’s an unfortunate reality of football that there are always going to be injuries, and some players suffer more than others.

These trials and tribulations only make it that much sweeter when you finally get to see your man back to doing what he loves.

They also make you feel exceptionally proud when your boyfriend comes home from training and tells you that he’s back in the starting lineup for the semi-final against Middlesborough tomorrow, back to captaining the team.

After you celebrate - which consists of lots of sweet kisses and watching one of Ben’s favourite films, since you can’t properly celebrate the night before a match - you spend the night cuddling and wake up wrapped in Ben’s arms with him pressing kisses to the back of your neck.

“Good morning, baby,” you murmur, reaching back to comb your fingers through his hair. You kind of love how long he’s let it grow out since he’s been in recovery, especially in the morning when it’s all messy and fluffy. “Happy game day.”

“Morning, love,” Ben says, gently guiding you to roll

over and face him.

You love seeing that familiar twinkle back in his eyes, knowing that he gets to play the game he loves today.

“You ready for tonight?”

“Mhm,” he mumbles with a kiss to your lips. “I have a good feeling about it.”

“So do I,” you whisper between kisses, shifting closer to him and smiling as his hand slides down your hip and pulls your leg over his. “You’re gonna kill it.”

Ben grins and pulls you even closer, gently nudging your nose with his before diving in for another kiss, then another; then another. You sink into the blissful wake-up he’s giving you, soft moans leaving your lips as his hands roam your body.

Unfortunately, it can’t go much further - both because of his game later, and because you’ve already had a bit of a lie in and you know it’s time to get ready for the day.

“What time do you have to be at the Bridge?” you ask him as you reluctantly part and rest your chin on his bare chest.

You’ve gotten used to going to his games together while he’s been out, but now that he’s back to playing and needing to be there early for warmups, you’re going with Alex, Tom, and some of your other friends.

“Not til five, but I have a haircut scheduled in a couple hours,” he tells you, making you frown slightly.

“I like your longer hair,” you pout, continuing to run your hand through it. “It’s cute.”

“Sorry, babe, gotta look fresh for my first game back in the starting lineup,” Ben apologizes with another kiss to your pouted lips. “I won’t go too much shorter, promise. Just a trim.”

“You better not,” you murmur against his lips before pulling away, much to his chagrin. “Let’s go make some breakfast, you need fuel for later.”

After you’ve made some smoothies, as well as eggs and turkey bacon for Ben, you enjoy a nice, leisurely breakfast together before facing the day.

You know you probably won’t have time to see Ben before the game by the time you arrive at the stadium, so you kiss him for luck before he goes. Once he’s got his shoes and jacket on, you wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips to his.

“Good luck tonight, Benji,” you say softly, brushing your thumb over his cheek. “Can’t wait to watch you remind everyone how good you are.”

Ben’s smile doesn’t reach his eyes, and though you know how eager he was to be back, you also know he’s nervous about letting the team and the fans down when they have a chance at a trophy.

“You’re amazing, Ben,” you remind him. “And if you need a reminder of how incredible you are, just look up at your box and you’ll see your biggest fan cheering her arse off for you.”

His grin widens at that, and he squeezes your waist gently.

“I love you,” he says quietly. “I’ll see you after the game, yeah?”

You nod with a smile. “I love you too.”

Ben pecks your lips one more time and takes one last good look at you, still wearing only his t-shirt and your underwear, before he heads out the door.

You spend the rest of your day doing some chores around the house until it’s time for you to get ready, doing your hair and makeup before changing into Ben’s jersey and some jeans. You’ve always adored wearing his name on your back, but never more than on nights like tonight.

Alex comes over a bit before you have to leave, and the two of hang out for a while before catching an Uber to the stadium.

Stamford Bridge is full of life tonight in a way you haven’t really seen in over a year now, and you hope that it’s a good thing - a sign that things are finally starting to turn around for Chelsea. You meet Tom, Harvey, and a few other friends in the hospitality box and catch up over some drinks.

You all take your seats before the game starts, and your heart swells with pride as you watch Ben lead the team out onto the pitch for the first time in months.

“Come on, babe,” you whisper under your breath as the whistle blows and play begins.

To your massive delight, what follows is Ben having one of the best games you’ve seen in his career. His passing accuracy is nearly perfect, he nearly scores in the first 15 minutes and sets up the first goal of the match only a few minutes later. You can tell how delighted he is to be back out there as Chelsea scores goal after goal, his pure joy obvious as he celebrates with his teammates.

In addition to his skill and experience, you can see the impact his leadership is making on this young squad. Nothing makes you prouder than how much time and effort he puts into supporting and encouraging the younger players, and you know how much he loves doing it.

When he’s subbed off in the 65th minute, you’re relieved that he isn’t pushing his limits too soon after coming back, and even more relieved that he’s walking off with a smile on his face instead of pain behind his eyes.

As he’s clapping the fans on his way to the bench, he blows a kiss up at where he knows you’re sitting. Even though you know he probably can’t see you, you blow one right back.

The rest of the game passes and Chelsea emerge victorious with six goals to show for it, a very welcome turnaround from the first leg of the semi final. You’re buzzing with excitement to see him, so you and the rest of the group head down to the players lounge shortly after the whistle blows to wait for him.

It takes a bit longer than you’d like for him to do interviews and get changed, but when you finally see him emerge, freshly showered and wearing in his Chelsea joggers and matching hoodie, you run straight toward him.

Ben smiles as soon as he sees you and opens his arms to catch you as you throw yours around his neck and bury your face in his neck.

“Hi, gorgeous,” he murmurs into your hair. “Did you enjoy the game?”

“Of course I did, you were bloody brilliant,” you tell him in no uncertain terms. “And on your first start back? You’re amazing, Ben Chilwell.”

Ben pulls back, beaming at you with slightly flushed cheeks.

“It’s all cause of you, you know,” he says quietly, thumbs stroking your waist. “I wouldn’t have the strength to keep going every time without you. Every game, every time I wear the armband, every time I score a goal, it’s all for you.”

You don’t necessarily agree with him, since you think he’s one of the strongest people you know and you wouldn’t dare take credit for any of his success, but his words are so sweet that you can’t possibly dispute them.

“I’m so happy you’re back, baby,” you tell him softly, running your fingers through his hair that you’re grateful he didn’t get cut much shorter. “Oh, and that absolutely should’ve been a penalty in the first half. And giving Misha a yellow for complaining? I don’t know what that ref was thinking.”

Ben chuckles, obviously not overly fussed about it since they won comfortably in the end, but loving your passion for the game as always.

“I love you so damn much,” he grins, not giving you the chance to reply before grabbing your face and kissing you lovingly.

You kiss him back with just as much affection, sinking into his warmth.

“Love you too, captain,” you smile after pulling away, squeezing his bicep where the armband rested earlier. “Now, let’s go home. I bet you need a rest after that.”

Ben nods gratefully, obviously exhausted from the most minutes he’s played since September, and wraps his arm around your shoulders so you can make your way over to bid your friends goodbye. His hand lightly grazes his last name on your back as you speak with them, never getting tired of seeing you wear it.

It’s nearly midnight by the time you get home and get ready for bed, curling up under your comfy duvet and reaching out for Ben immediately.

As your arms and legs tangle and your head finds its place on his chest, you murmur how proud you are of him one more time before drifting off into a blissful sleep.

a/n: please let me know what you thought, your feedback makes my day!! 😊

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innerwomen · 3 months

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HI! & My Masterlist:

This is my Tumblr account! My name is Chel! (feel free to call me that, we besties now 🤞🏽)

A few things about me: I am a girl and go by She/Her pronouns. I am currently obsessed with, BOOKSSS, DC, Anime, Food, Writing and Competitive Swim (I’m a swimmerrrr). I am Afro-latina (🇨🇺), so I speak English and Spanish! Así que, holaa y que tal?

I currently write for many universes!

I write: angst, fluff, lime, yandere and sob. I don’t right smut (I personally js can’t) but I do write suggestive. Writing length: Drabble, prompt, headcanon, and sometimes multiple parts.

REQUEST ARE CLOSED-

due to me being sadly behind request (what a good problem) I just want to catch up on the twenty six request sitting in my inbox (😮‍💨) before opening it up to your beautiful and devious ideas for these characters, hope y’all understand! If you have sent a request and it hasn’t been publish, babe it’s coming- trust. Hope you all have a beautiful day/night!

everything below is for when requests are reopened

and please PLEASE support fellow writers and readers on this platform! There are many amazing writers on this platform that don’t receive the engagement they deserve so make sure to show your appreciation! 🖤🖤🖤

I LOVE LOVE LOVE requests so please, don’t be shy! PSA please request nicely and be patient with me, I will most likely complete the request but if for some reason I don’t, don’t take it personally and don’t be discouraged.

DC: Batman/Bruce Wayne. Dick Grayson. Jason Todd. Damien Wayne. And sometimes Tim Drake. Aquaman.

Spider Man into the Spider Verse: Miles Morales. Miguel O’Hara. Peter P. Hobie. Patvi.

ATLA: Sokka, Aang, Zuko. And the Gaang!

LOK: Bolin and Mako.

Dune: Paul Atriedes. Idaho.

Fast n Furious: Dominic, Brian, Han.

Bridgerton: Anthony Bridgerton.

H x H: Illumi, Chrollo, (aged) Gon, Killua.

One Piece: Zoro, Luffy, Shanks, Sanji, Crocodile, Mihawk (my mans) and Buggy.

GoM: Kagami, Aomine, Murasakibara, Akashi.

MHA: Requests are open for Bakugou, Kirishima, Kaminari, Midoriya, and ProHeroes and Villains. If you want anyone else from MHA, ask me first and I’ll see what I can do.

- Chel

MASTERLIST:

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mountymase · 1 year

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invisible string - part six (one) social media

sunday at the bridge

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📍Stamford Bridge

Liked by masonmount, yourdadsinsta and others

yourusername What is it that they say? Up the Chels?

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masonmount 💙

benchilwell you’re always welcome!

yourdadsinsta Hi Chilly, I’m a big fan! Hoping I’ll see you next WC!

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benchilwell @.yourdadsinsta thank you, sir!

jazbenham Love it youuuu!!!

willowsinstagram had so much fun! @.masonmount pls invite me again!

masonmount anytime Willie!!

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lafrexniere · 8 months

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What's The Big Deal?

Summer in Michigan Series

Warnings: None Note: Parts are going to be uploaded quicker since it's my last week before starting college

Trevor’s POV:

Y/N Caufield. Ever since I saw her after a few years she was all I would think about this summer. I fell asleep on her the first night, not on purpose, but I didn’t want to move. I woke up in the middle of the night and realized where I was and felt at peace, I didn’t have to worry about the house, my career, or anything, just the people I was with, but that peace wouldn’t last long. The first day at the house I watched her with Alex, my best friend, and saw how happy and carefree she was, I just wished it was me out there chasing her.

“Trevor, Trev,” Cole snapped me out of my staring.

“Sorry, what?”

“Spencer and Cam just got here come on,” he said. As I moved towards the door, I couldn’t help but look back, her hair blowing in the wind, the smile stretching across her face she was beautiful. I greeted my old friends burying everything I was feeling about Y/N. I kept it hidden until Y/N and Alex became our topic of discussion.

“Y/N Caufield and Alex, Cole how are you feeling about all this?” Cam asked him.

“They are best friends, they’ve always been like this, I trust Alex,” he answered.

“Don’t look now but he’s holding her,” Spencer said looking out the window.

“What?!” Jack, Cole, and I all shouted in unison. I knew why Cole was yelling, I knew why I was, but why was Jack? I looked outside watching him carry her, it made my stomach turn inside out. The two of them walked inside leaving all of you staring at them.

“Oh my god chill, she’s my best friend,” Alex said to you guys.

“Yeah okay,” Cam commented. Y/N approached the open area next to me on the couch while Alex made his way to the stairs.

“Where’s he going?” Spencer asked her.

“He had a little accident,” she laughed. Her laugh could make anyone feel better, it made me quickly get rid of my anger towards her and Alex. Y/N sat down next to me on the couch between Cole and me. I glanced over at her seeing her smile, Cole was introducing her.

“Y/N, do you remember Cam and Spencer?”

“You guys look familiar, and I definitely remember Cole talking about you guys,” she smiled. I watched her continue to get to know Spencer and Cam trying not to think of them as a threat of anything.

“Oh my gosh wait that’s where I recognize you, the gold medal,” I only paid attention to bits and pieces of the conversation, I was too busy trying to figure out what to do about her and Alex. Once he came back downstairs it became one big social party, we played games, talked more, ate, and then ended the night with some Chel. It was getting late, and I was hoping she’d fall asleep again, but that thought was completely bashed when she announced she was leaving.

“I’m going to bed guys, See you all tomorrow,” she yawned.

“Good night,”

“See ya Y/N,”

“Good night sis,”

“Sleep well,” Alex smiled.

“Good night,” Jack said monotonely. Now was my chance, she was almost at the stairs.

“I’ll walk you up,” I said with no hesitation. Why did I say that? I really didn’t know. The boys looked confused as I stood up. I smiled approaching Y/N before we made our way upstairs. She turned toward the bathroom, and I followed close behind her.

“You didn’t have to do that,” she said, fixing her hair while we stood at the double sink.

“Yeah, but I wanted to,” I said, feeling my heart begin to race in my chest.

“Well, thanks,” she said smiling. She began to blush, she was adorable, she cleared her throat and looked away flustered as if she was embarrassed.

“Good night Y/N,” I said after kissing her red cheek. I headed downstairs smiling and still feeling your heart practically beating out of my chest. I went back to my seat on the couch feeling giddy.

“What’s got you all smiley?” Cam asked me.

“Nothing,” I said quickly.

“Doesn’t look like nothing,” Alex said.

“What’d you do with my sister?” Cole said sternly. I looked down at my lap sighing then looked at my friends surrounding me, I’m sure they wouldn’t think anything of it. It was just an innocent little kiss on the cheek, nothing more.

“I kissed her good night,” I said hesitantly.

“Trev and little C alright,” Spencer laughed.

“Shut up Spencer.” Alex barked at him.

“She’s just your friend remember dumbass, or did you lie?” Spencer barked back.

“Guys chill, it was on the cheek, I’m a gentleman remember,” I smiled trying to lighten the mood.

“Remember she’s my sister,” Cole said to me as if it was a warning of something.

“Was it like kissing Cole,” Cam teased.

“Shut up,” I laughed.

“Ew gross,” Alex said. We continued to laugh until it was interrupted.

“Can we change the topic?” Jack asked. The laughter stopped, leaving an awkward silence.

“Forget it, I’m just gonna go to bed you guys have fun,” he continued.

“Jack wait,” I said.

“If you want to talk we are talking privately,” he glared at you. The two of us left the group as they began to talk again. I followed Jack up to a room starting to think it was a mistake.

“What’s the big deal?” I asked.

Jack’s POV:

“What’s the big deal?” my best friend asked me.

“The big deal?” I shouted slamming the door, “You kissed Y/N!”

“So? Why does that affect you?” Trevor said back to me.

“I don’t know, because I like her maybe, and I have for a while now, every time Cole mentions her I can’t help but smile, I thought I told you this,” I continued yelling. I felt bad yelling at him but I couldn’t help it. I liked Y/N since we were kids, Cole and I would never let her join us because girls had cooties or whatever, but as I matured I made more of an effort to try and talk to her. When juniors happened and she went to college we went separate ways and it felt like a piece of me was missing. I tried to move on to other girls, but none of them were Y/N.

“Well, I think I like her too Jack and well you didn’t tell me so I didn’t think anything,” Trevor yelled back at me, “Have you even done anything with her,” he didn’t let me talk. “That’s what I thought.”

“Can you just shut up for a second and let me talk,” I shouted. He stood there with his arms crossed tapping his foot waiting for me to say something, but I didn’t know if I wanted to tell him anymore. I took a deep breath and began to explain what happened the first night.

“She fell asleep on me Trevor. We were on the couch you and Cole were dozing off, I was the only one left awake. I was about to go upstairs when I felt her head on my shoulder, I couldn’t wake her up, I couldn’t move. I rested my head on hers and fell asleep, even if it didn’t mean anything to her it meant something to me.” Trevor looked stunned by my story, I didn’t know if her falling asleep meant anything to her, if it didn’t it meant Y/N truly was up for grabs and my little crush on her as a kid had to be paused.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know, I knew something was off with you today, I just couldn’t figure it out, it’s the same reason I was upset,” Trevor sat down on the bed, I joined him.

“I’m sorry too, for this whole argument, It wasn’t right for me to make a scene like that,” I apologized. We were gentlemen and hugged it out, then continued to unwind while getting ready for bed.

“Hey Z,”

“Yeah, Jack?”

“Promise whatever happens with Y/N, we won’t let it get between us?” I said lying on one of the beds in the room.

“Deal,” Trevor smiled. I went to bed thinking about how interesting this summer would be, and wondering if anything would happen with Y/N.

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ladymarycrawley · 2 years

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What if I'd ask you out? - Mason Mount

Request: Maybe y/n is watching Mase training like watching him stretch and stuff (that recent video that you reposted 🤤) and she gets all flustered and one of the boys from chels catches her drooling and teases her about it!? Like they make sneaky comments and jokes when they’re around Mase and he catches on and starts to tease her a little ??? (Mase and y/n aren’t dating but there’s definitely something there and all the boys know it!). (@jessmountsmason hope you like it!)

Warning: none

Tag list: @masonxomount @chelsealover @masterclassbaby

That training session was a tough one for the players, mainly due to the hot weather added to the routine the gaffer expected them to do, but you could say with certainty it was testing your self control and patience as well. Mason and Ben, whose you were closer to, invited you to watch their training ahead of the start of the season

The soft spot you had for Mason was something blatantly obvious to most people that knew both of you, maybe he was more discreet about it but you were in his mind quite often too...That man was so hot it was unbearable: how dared him standing there with his perfect face, that smile to die for, wiggling his peachy butt before you with no consideration at all? Not to talk about his thighs, you would've gladly rode them. It was unfair for a single human being to be that gorgeous.

On his part, he was happy to have you there watching him: your focused stare on him, accentuated by your frown, your forefinger lightly brushing over your lower lip, your back resting against the bench…God, you were so perfect to him.

The fact was that the bond between you was something silent, painfully silent, the only thing that would speak for it were your glances and your body language. Those little things were enough for the people around you to notice it and never miss a single occasion to tease you about that. Mason became a little sneaky tease himself as the guys always nudged him every time they caught you staring and drooling over him, as they did that time precisely.

"What's the matter?" Mason asked panting, drying some of the sweat off his neck and face with a terry towel.

"Y/N can't stop staring at your juicy butt"

You blushed immediately, experiencing a level of embarrassment you never thought could be humanly possible.

"I wasn't!"

"She said you're so flexible"

"I can teach you how to to be better at it"

All the boys went like "woah" at Mason's two-way joke, as if his jab was something that could declare his final win over you.

You scrunched your face at his line, rolling your eyes in annoyance.

"Work on more original pick up lines, Mount"

"You love my unoriginal pick up lines" He wiggled his eyebrows looking at you with a mischievous grin as he brought his water bottle closer to his lips to have a drink.

"And not only those!" Ben squealed, eliciting an hysterical laugh from all the boys there.

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest and looking away.

"You're so childish, grow up!" You took your things and got up, intending to leave them.

"No Y/N, don't go!"

Mason called you, sounding rather desperate. His tone caused you to turn back to look at him.

The Chelsea midfielder realised then he got carried away a bit, as you were all staring at him. "I mean, if you go I'll lose my number one fan and the guys won't have anyone to make fun of"

Ben giggled, Reece rolled his eyes shaking his head and Conor chuckled mumbling something like "You two are unbelievable"

Hearing him so happy to have you there while doing the thing he loved the most, made you feel gratified as if you were somehow vital for him, your presence making his day better and improving his performance perhaps.

The hard thing now was not to show how good that made you feel or else they would have taken up with their jokes again. So you bit the inner side of your cheeks to stop the smile that was threatening to form on your lips and looked down before meeting Mason’s gaze.

“Well, since you sound quite needy I’ll stay”

Mason’s lips curved into a grin, a satisfied grin because he got what he wanted.

“Only because I sound needy? Not because you’re enjoying it?”

“Nah, I just feel sorry for you”

“So you’re taking pity on me?? That’s what you’re saying??”

“Kinda” It was your turn to grin, hitting Mason jokingly on his chest before going back to your seat.

Your eyes meeting spoke all the words you weren't brave enough to say out loud to each other, your tinted cheeks and his smile as a validation.

“Ok guys, gotta go now”

“Enjoy the show Y/N!” Reece shouted at you before resuming the training with his teammates.

“Fuck you, James!” You shouted back.

“Well, clearly not me as there’s someone else you’d really like to fuck” Ben went on with his dirty joke before Tuchel scolded them for their behaviour and language.

You blushed violently and so did Mason: it was all so embarrassing but so true at the same time, considering that you couldn’t stop fantasising about how amazing it would be sharing your life with him, even the most ordinary tasks, not afraid to give each other some cuddle or having him all to yourself at night.

“Guys, stop it please” Mason, visibly embarrassed,scratched the back of his head, wishing that theatrics would end right away.

"After all of this you should at least ask her out"

"Yeah mate, it's the least you could do!"

Mason shook his head and sprinted away, doing the running exercise Tuchel asked them to do: he'd have loved to ask you out but what if you would have said no? What if you got bored of him?

He had no idea you were dying for him to ask you on a date but the same fears were holding you back from making any plans with him.

When all the tension disappeared and all the other Chelsea guys were busy, Mason left the group and walked closer to you, determined to pop his question.

"Hey, I'm sorry for earlier, they can be so annoying sometimes…"

"It's fine, I know them now. They're annoying but they do no harm"

Mason giggled and took a seat next to you.

"But they're kinda right, I should ask you out"

"You don't have to just because they told you to"

"No, I mean, I'm not doing it because of them but they made me realise I have to do it and that I'm a crazy if I don't take the chance so I'd like to ask you if you're free tomorrow night"

You widened your eyes as your cheeks got flushed: he was really asking you out??

Your heart was doing somersaults and your stomach started churning.

"Ehm yeah I mean, why not?? It would be great"

"You don't have to say yes if you don't feel like it"

"I would be crazy not to take the chance, wouldn't I?" You two looked into each other's sparkling eyes with a knowing smirk as long as Mason broke the contact and got up from his seat.

"Well, I'll pick you up at 7 then…don't make me wait!"

"It's called being fashionably late!"

You couldn't stop smiling, one of your biggest dreams was finally coming true, all thanks to some dorks who couldn't stop making fun of you.

#mason mount #mason mount x reader #mason mount x y/n #mason mount fluff #mason mount oneshots #mason mount imagines #chelsea #chelsea fc #chelsea imagines #england nt #england nt imagines #england nt fics #football imagines #football fics #football writing

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fascinationsublime · 6 months

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Did I put this picture here just so I could look at him? Maybe. But I wanted to share some highlights (in my opinion. Although it is all around a pretty good article and I linked it at the end.) from this espn article.

Starting off strong with Paul Maurice's impression of him. Idk if with hockey blowing up like it is if everyone is aware of the coaches and the general managers and their impact and which ones we don't like and ect.

But Paul Maurice is the type of coach that cares more that his players are doing what they love than about winning. Generally not the type of coach the NHL goes for (definitely not the type of management and coach that Tkachuk was dealing with in Calgary and I think that's part of the reason he left, as the article mentions briefly.) Generally he seems like a good coach who works with his players to improve them and I would like to see more coaches like him in the NHL.

Matthew Tkachuk certified good boi™️ and it's not just Paul Maurice (and me) who thinks so. Barkov also agrees:

I like to think Matthew just has manners and everyone's like hockey players are allowed to have those??

This is probably my favorite quote from this whole article because it doesn't seem like it, Matthew hides it well, but that man has self esteem issues. For example every time he's asked to guess his chel rating and he low balls himself. He really just doesn't think he's that good, that he's that popular.

'Demurs' is just so babygirl. And in typical Tkachuk fashion like I have never seen a man who claims to be 6"2' look so small

Look at him. So smol. Rittich is like simba-ing him, bouncing the baby

Here is the article if you wish to read it yourself:

https://www.espn.com/nhl/story/_/id/38633702/matthew-tkachuk-superstar-breakout-panthers-encore-playoffs

(@irrelevanttous I'm stealing your tag I hope that's okay)

#certified good boi matthew tkachuk #hes so babygirl #hes also 25 #babygirl Matthew Tkachuk #shameless matthew tkachuk propaganda #matthew tkachuk #nhl #florida panthers #calgary flames #Paul Maurice #nhl hockey #nhl playoffs #david rittich #nhl players #aleksander barkov #espn

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starsandhughes · 9 months

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I'm not sure how the idea thing works so I hope I am doing this right but I was thinking Sissy & Jamie game night and they end up playing just dance or twister and it gets crazy (I'm so sorry if I'm not doing this right)

"JAAAMMIEEEEEEEE!" you yelled from the living room couch.

"Whaaaaaat?" Jamie asked, matching your exaggerated wording.

"I'm dying of boredom," you said. "We should play a game."

"Chel?"

"We always play that!" you groaned. "We need to switch it up. What's your stance on Just Dance?"

"Isn't yours from 2016?"

"It has One Direction!"

Due to the fact that Jamie had zero other ideas, and the fact that he secretly liked this idea, he got up to set up Just Dance. He dragged out his agreement of starting with No Control, but you knew he'd let it happen no matter what.

You were getting more perfects and goods than Jamie was, but all that was doing was making Jamie put in more effort. And by that you mean that he was doing just as terrible but with more energy. You were so far ahead of him that he shoved you out of the way, tripping you backwards so that you landed on the couch.

"You dick!" you yelled.

"You should really be more careful, Y/N! You could've hurt yourself!" Jamie laughed.

From then on it was less about dancing and more about seeing who could cause the other to mess up the most. There was shoving and moving in front of each other and whacking each other in various places. You weren't even caring what song was playing, you just wanted to win at all costs.

Halfway through All About That Bass, Jamie had shoved you down on the couch and was sitting on top of you, moving his hand in sync with his character to get points.

Trevor walked in and was greeted by the sounds of you and Jamie screaming at each other.

"Get off me, you cheating human dildo!" you yelled as you tried to shove him off of you.

"Sorry! I can't hear you over the sounds of me winning," Jamie taunted you. "You're not very good at this game."

"Whatcha doing in here?" Trevor asked with an amused laugh.

"Playing Just Dance," Jamie answered, as if it should've been obvious.

"No, I don't think this is how you play."

"This is definitely how you play," Jamie said.

"It would be if it was the other way around!" you grunted, once again thrashing in an attempt to shove Jamie off. "I will bite you, Drysdale!"

When Jamie didn't listen, you lifted your head just enough to bite Jamie's arm. He was unphased by it, probably because this was no where near the first time you've bit him. He just used his other hand to shove your head back down.

"Stay still! You're messing me up!"

"Trevor! Why aren't you helping?!"

Trevor had sat down in a chair next to the couch, kicking his feet up onto the ottoman, "Because watching this is a lot more fun."

#penalty box series #penalty box series: blurbs #jamie drysdale #jamie drysdale blurb #trevor zegras #jamie drysdale imagine

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