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Hey you take request

No I'm sorry. And I take this opportunity to say lately my desire to write is... well somewhere else. Too many times I said my goodbyes but at the end I always came back here ready to start again so I won't do it again. Maybe I'll write again, maybe not I won't make any promises cause it's a difficult period and nothing seems to make me feel like before anymore. But I love you all 💙

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Can you do something with Ben White? I don’t have many ideas but I was thinking maybe something sweet idk. Thank you in advance 🤍

You have just closed the front door when the phone in your hands rings, a sweet smile paints itself on your face as Ben's name and photo are before your eyes. And you hurry to press that button so that his face materialises on the screen.

Ben is exactly as you left him, still in bed with his head on the pillow with his hair down and his eyes full of sleep. But he has a sweet smile on his lips as soon as he sees you.

"Hey you"

"Forgot something?" you ask curious as to why he called you after you greeted him not even two minutes earlier upstairs.

"I missed you already" you hide the smile that forms on your face at the phone camera, committing to getting into the car and placing the phone on a gadget to get your hands free.

"Oh poor you" you tease him instead, seeing his lower lip sticking out in an attempt to look pouty.

He keeps you company, keeping an eye on you driving and making sure nothing happens to you. It's natural for you to have one hand busy holding the phone while with the other you push the trolley taking this or that from the shelves, hearing him remind you of something already on the list. And in your ear his voice echoes loudly when in order to pay and put things in the bags you are forced to put the phone in your pocket, obscuring his view.

"You are a child. A five-year-old kid" you complain despite laughing, when you take the phone back into the car and he stops repeating the same word over and over again.

"At least I'll find you up when I get back?" you don't stop teasing him as you pull out of the car park of that supermarket.

"Honey you've literally seen everything I've done so far" he replies indignantly.

"Yeah, the 20-year-old girl by my side thanks you again" you roll your eyes as he smiles slyly.

"Anyway hurry back" and although you didn't let go for a moment from waking up to the video call, when you cross the threshold he's there waiting for you with open arms.

"There's groceries in the car"

"Yeah later" Ben murmurs quickly before pulling you close to him and leaving a kiss on your neck, then going up and leaving one on your cheek and then finally on your lips.

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Hi would you write about Aaron ramsdale?

Hi, yeah why not x

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hello, how are u & i was wondering if u r u writing atm?

Hi, requests are always open but my inbox is empty at the moment that's why I'm not writing so much (and for uni of course)

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hii, would u consider writing for renato sanches? 👉🏼👈🏼

Hi, no I'm sorry

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hello, do you still write for Sonny? :)

if you do, I would like to make a request, maybe where they meet by accident in some bar and the reader doesn’t know who he is?

thank you in advance, your write is amazing ❤️

"Ugh someone kill me if I say yes to another night like this" you sit dramatically on the stool in the club you're in with your friends muttering, hoping another drink will make the time go by faster.

A laugh to your right catches your attention, it seems someone has heard you. So you glance over in curiosity, finding a boy already watching you. The colourful lights of the club frame his face, amused and relaxed.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop"

"It's okay"

"Rough night?"

"More all week. But my friends don't understand, they just have a... different life I guess" 

"But I don't want to ruin your night" you add as the shadow of a smile seems to make its way onto his Asian-featured face.

"It's not a problem, I don't even know where my friends are" his tone makes you laugh and you look at him for a few moments before focusing on the drink the barman placed in front of you taking a sip.

"The life of the party"

"I know how to have fun. But it's a bit of a bad time for me too lately"

"May I ask how come?" you dare to ask, also ready for a rejection. You don't know him and still you’re there intruding in his business, in his place you would have run away by now and maybe knocked the drink over his head first.

"Only if you do the same" you stand there chatting for a while, shifting slightly only as more people approach the bar to order drinks.

You cast a glance at your phone as it starts vibrating from the incoming call, your friend possibly wondering what happened to you.  "I have to go - you announce to the guy in front of you - it was nice to meet you"

"You too" and you walk away just as you arrived, unceremoniously, but certainly in an improved mood.

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Just a little something from this request x

The idea of having a little one around the house was undoubtedly exciting, but before fantasizing, those tests had to be positive. And before that, they had to be done.

You shiver as you read the instructions, your eyes wandering over and over again over those words trying to figure out how it works.

"Done?"

"Yeah" you set the timer before allowing yourself to be held in Sonny's arms, a kiss is placed on your hair.

Those minutes tick by so slowly, it's exhausting. Yet when the timer finally rings and with trembling hands you lean in to turn it off, you can't help but think it's gone by too fast.

"What do we do now?" the excitement is obvious as you read the positive result on the pair of sticks used, no one can wipe the smile off your faces.

"Now we wait for them"

However you waste no time in booking a visit to make it real and Sonny is a mix of emotions. He's beside himself, he wants to jump around like a kangaroo, but he's also nervous because there's so much to take in and so much to wonder about and so much to think about.

The doctor was recommended by Harry, to whom he made promise over and over again not to say anything to anyone for the time being. The confirmation is exciting and at the end there is so much information to assimilate that he feels numb.

No one questions in the following days why Sonny is so euphoric and happy, used to seeing him always with a smile on his face and a reason to be happy. He doesn't want to say anything yet in case something could go wrong, although he really prays that everything will go well.

Then you start to show, and he takes his time in the morning while you are still asleep to observe every little change from the previous time. He still cannot believe that his son is growing up in there, even though he has already imagined taking him to the stadium or trips to his country to show him where he has grown up.

The journey to parenthood is tortuous, but it's also one of the most beautiful experiences one can have in life. The excitement of finally getting to know that little person for whom you will always be there grows, but so does the worry about everything that is to come.

And then finally the moment arrives. Happiness, excitement, love, fear, anxiety are some of the emotions he feels as he stands beside you going together on that adventure that leads to the birth of your child.

"I think he looks like you" he murmurs still mesmerised by the tiny little creature in his arms as you smile running a finger gently over his face tracing his features.

"Nah don't you see it, he's your copy"

"Thank you. I wouldn't have wanted to share this moment with anyone else"

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Hey I got a request

Is so basically one day you got called in to work and no one could look after your daughter who is about 1 so kepa has to take her in to work and at first she is scared of everyone but then she warms up to everyone by the end of the day she doesn’t want to leave hope that make sense

Love your work u amazing writer

"What's up?" Kepa asks seeing you sighing and looking at the phone you were engaged in a phone call with only moments before.

"Apparently there's a surprise inspection and they want me there" work, the one you had wanted to keep both after starting your relationship with the boy and after becoming a mother. But it was times like those that you cursed yourself for not listening to Kepa and becoming a full-time mum.

"Well so what's the big deal. Go" you had looked at him as if he had suddenly grown a second head, before putting your hands on your hips and raising an eyebrow.

"Que?" you had sighed, passing your gaze between him and the little girl in his arms, busy playing with his hair.

"You make it easy, really most of the time I don't know how we get along. Who do I leave her with? I really can't call anyone at this time of the morning"

"She's coming with me"

"Kepa... did you hit your head last night and I didn't notice?" he had chuckled at your tone before moving closer to you leaving a kiss on your forehead.

"Why does it have to be so unbelievable that I want to take her with me" he had moaned slightly then, the slightly pouty expression that if you weren't panicking would have softened you by now.

"It's not that - you had sighed - it's just that she might bother you and you need to train Kepa"

"You don't have to worry about that - he had smiled at you - if I said I can take her, I can take her"

And so you had agreed to the unusual turn the day had taken, packing everything you needed for the little one in a bag and reminding the boy what to do by making him roll his eyes. As if he wasn't involved in your daughter's life. Then you got ready quickly and went out after leaving a kiss for both of them. The day had not even technically begun but you were already exhausted from it.

Kepa had driven to the facility more cautiously than usual, his little girl in the carrier seeming to be interested in the view passing quickly before her eyes.

When they had arrived in the car park, Kepa had carefully picked her up and placed her in his arms and after taking their bag as well, he had walked towards the entrance. After a few steps he had been joined by Cesar who had almost greeted the little girl first before noticing his friend there.

"Dad duty?"

"Yeah. (y/n) had an emergency at work and so she's staying with me today" the teammate had nodded understandingly and had reached out a finger to tickle one of the little one's cheeks. However, she had flinched, the quivering lip that had followed that gesture had Kepa reeling for a moment. He had really thought that everything would go smoothly in his head.

"No, no ha pasado nada princesa. No te preocupes, Cesar es bueno. No, nothing happened princess. Don't worry, Cesar is good" Kepa had left a kiss on her temple reassuringly as the other had opened the door allowing him to pass through first.

There had been a few tears at the end, all those people wanting to see her and play proving who her favourite uncle was had stimulated her so much that crying had been the only option. And Kepa had always stayed there, rocking lightly on his legs and kissing her little head over and over again to calm her down.

One person who intrigued her in all that confusion, however, had been Ben, whom the little girl watched from the safe distance that was her daddy's arms. The boy had approached her slowly and managed to take her in his arms, allowing Kepa to change as well.

He had done it quickly but there had been no reason to, the little girl was starting to feel comfortable with the boys who had found a way to entertain her without scaring her. And he had smiled while keeping an eye on them, ready to intervene if the situation suddenly escalated in any way.

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i absolutely loveee the way you write sonny🥺 your work is just amazing!!

Thank you 💙

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hi could you please write a part 2 to the sonny cheating on y/n scenario

Part 1

There is clearly something wrong with Sonny, going from being the season's top scorer to still not having a goal in the current one has everyone thinking. They talk about the World Cup, how that season's schedule torn up by that major commitment brings problems and thoughts to most great players. They talk about fatigue, everyone saw how he carried the whole team's results on his shoulders in the previous season. But nobody is entitled to know the truth.

Even during the World Cup he did not get the result he had hoped for, or rather the result that others had attributed to him knowing his potential. But the group was made up of tough teams, his head tried to stay focused, failing most of the time, and in addition that damn mask undermined his sanity even more.

There were times when it seemed he couldn't even breathe, he lost his temper too easily and everything bothered him. Everything was too much: too many people to deal with, too many things to do, too many interviews, too many matches, too many worries about that mask and the little injury, too many times to pretend everything was fine.

Too much silence from you.

Sometimes he told himself that if only he could hear you, even breathe through the phone, everything would be more manageable. Instead, he'd tried to send you a few messages, but of course you hadn't replied, so calling wasn't even an option.

You had followed every game, on the edge of your seat until the last second because one goal could change everything. But you had suppressed the urge to congratulate him, your brain still tangled and you didn't want him to get a different idea from yours.

You had to appeal to all your willpower not to hear from him, not to give in. Because at the end of the day you still cared about him, and a lot, but you couldn't get past all that. He had taught you how to breathe, but he was also the one who had took it away.

It was all such a big mess, you still couldn't get over how he could do such a thing. It's true that things always come from those you least expect.

And then the tournament for his team was over and it was time for him to go home. You had thought about it too, whether you should be there or whether a few more days' separation had also helped him now that he really had a chance to rest and think.

Eventually you had packed your bags and gone home, yours and Sonny's home. You didn't have a clear head, but it was certainly clearer than before. You couldn't stop thinking about him, no matter how much it weighed on you to put your pride aside and admit you missed him. It wasn't like you to give in at the first setback, you wanted to fight for the thing you cared about and for which you had made many sacrifices, even moving away from your family.

You wanted to understand first of all, to understand why and what had driven him to do it without fear or fear of feeling all that pain again. You had to work out together whether your relationship could be saved or whether it was better to take two different paths. It was not something you could have done alone by ignoring him.

When the front door closes behind him, he hardly connects that the lights are on because you are there. When he finds you in the kitchen he thinks his mind is playing tricks on him. Instead you smile at him tentatively and he lets his duffle bag drop to the floor with a dull thud before approaching you. You allow yourself to be wrapped in his arms, deeply breathing in his scent that you admit you missed.

He almost doesn't want to talk, afraid of ruining everything. Just having you there gives him hope. You are the one to pull away and put a few steps between you, in the air a sort of awkwardness that hasn't been there since the first few months of your relationship.

"How have you been? How are your parents?"

"They're fine, they say hello and send you congratulations on the tournament"

He mentions a smile, "Thanks, maybe I'll give them a call later"

More silence.

"Um are you tired? Do you want-?" but he immediately interrupts you shaking his head. "I just want to talk to you, I want you to listen to me and I want us to try to work this out. If you want too" in his eyes and in his tone of voice you can hear hope and also anxiety about a possible rejection on your part.

But you just nod, you have already given it all your energy and no longer have the strength to shout, cry or beg. You are there to listen and understand now, to understand if a future with him is still written or is what you want.

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Just caught up with your insecure Mason fic and the Sadness one with Ben, you’re so good at writing 😭

Thank youu 💙🥺🥺

I was looking for a kind of sign to find some motivation lately and this is surely a step forward. So thank you so so much again 💙

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It's okay until it's not • Ben Chilwell

Sadness brings sad fic. Be aware there's mention of cancer, even if not explicitly the fiction goes around that topic so I'll understand if you don't want to read it. As always though I hope you like it x

She met Ben when her life needed a change, something powerful that would make her feel emotions that she hadn't been allowed to feel until then. He was one of the few people in her new life who knew her story, who had not treated her differently. One of the few, if not the only one, to whom she had shown her medical record. Everything related to one deleterious disease.

Everything was going in the right direction. She had a job, hobbies, a boyfriend, her social life was quite satisfying and her tests were always within the norm. Everything was fine until it wasn't.

She finds herself in his house when she can't pretend anymore, her legs give out and if it weren't for Ben she would also have a nice bruise to remind her of what happened for the next few days. Ben is worried sick, makes her lie on the couch and checks on her every three seconds even though she has been alert since practically the moment afterwards.

She promises him that she'll go and get some tests to make him feel more relaxed, that it's probably just because she hasn't been eating properly in those days. Because the lecture about eating properly is more bearable than admitting that this is not the first time this has happened to her lately. That there could be more to it.

But in the end she goes for a check-up anyway, her doctor immediately books her all the necessary tests once she explains what is happening to her. They are tense days, almost grateful that Ben is out half of them so she can hide behind some texts.

The test results come back not as she expected, her doctor filling her head with data and statistics and treatments and dates that she can't give proper attention to. She takes her time, the doctor talks about timing. She tells Ben  in the end it was just iron deficiency.

"I need to talk to you" Ben understands instantly this is serious, she has been looking at him for hours as if to gather courage to speak but each time she just stands there staring at him. But she has made a decision and it's only fair that he also learns about the situation, to take his due precautions.

"I lied to you. About my test results"

"It's back isn't it?" a tear escapes her control and he tries to wrap his arms around her to comfort her but she stops him, she knows she won't be able to get back on topic otherwise.

"No wait, I need to tell you some things first" he takes her hand, holding it tightly and thus showing her his closeness.

"It's back yes, and before you ask me what the next step will be-- I'm not going to have chemotherapy"

"What do you mean. Is there anything else you can try?" he asks, confusion clear on his face as he tries to take it all in.

"No, there isn't"

"There isn't or you don't want to?" the grip on her hand loses its power, the shock of even asking that question is too much.

"Ben, I don't want to undergo another round of treatment"

"Why?"

"Because it's already taken most of my life away from me and just now when I was getting it back... it's popping up again" her tone is bitter, almost dismissive that this is all happening again.

"No. No (y/n) you can't be serious" while his is incredulous as slowly it all starts to sink in, his wide eyes watching her while shaking his head.

"Ben please, I need you to understand"

"No! How can I?" and then anger, his coping mechanism after he finally understands and can't bring that thought back a second time. "You don't think about me? So I am nothing to you. Our relationship is not that important to you"

"Now you are selfish"

"Selfish, me? You're practically letting yourself die and I'm selfish?"

"You don't know what it's like - she snaps back at him, trying not to hold it against him - You weren't there before, everything I had to go through. The operations, the hospital, chemo, throwing up, all those side effects... it's easy to talk when you don't experience it first hand"

"You could do it. You could beat it again this time" but she is already shaking her head.

"And then what? What would I get out of it?"

"You'd get more time"

"How? And who would give me the assurance that I would be fine? Do you really want to live with the fear that it might come back at any moment exactly as it is now?" but he doesn't answer. "I'm tired Ben"

"So you're just informing me. You're not going to change your mind"

"No" she manages to reply, the lump in her throat signalling the coming of an impending cry that she has been trying to hold back for some time now.

And she doesn't hold back when Ben finally puts some distance between them. He needs time to process it all too, she couldn't hide it from him and knew that if she had left him he wouldn't have let her go so easily without fighting.

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A couple of days later the doorbell rings echoing in the silence of her house, Ben at the door. His face is pale, his eyes sunken, a sign that he's not sleeping as he should and she's sorry to be the cause of it all because she wouldn't want this for him.

She lets him in, there's a bit of awkwardness between the two of them and there hadn't been on their first dates either. She doesn't want to assume his being there is to stay, she waits for him to speak but it's hard to put words in order.

"I've thought about it and I want to be there for you. If that's really your decision, I don't want to waste the remaining time arguing" she hugs him tightly reveling in his scent and his arms holding her tightly.

"That's what I want" she murmurs into the hug and he holds her even tighter to him, even though it hurts to hear that.

Over the next few months they try to act like they don't know about it, it's there in the corner of their heads ready to pop up again at any moment but they do everything they can to keep it from happening. They make it at parties as Ben watches her have fun and joins in, the smile on her lips the thing that makes him feel good the most. They make it when she wears his shirt and cheers for him, clumsily imitating in the dim light of their room an action of the game completely aroused and enraptured by the story, making him laugh until his stomach hurts.

He fails when he enters her house and finds her passed out on the kitchen floor.

"No no no no no (y/n) don't do this to me don't do this to me"

She knew that without treatment sooner or later the time would come when she would struggle more and more to recover. She fooled herself it would come as late as possible but with each passing day she realised something was changing, tiredness had started to take over her life now more times she dozed than she smiled.

"Hey" she quickly realised she's in a hospital bed. And she had always told him not to call for help, she knew if she went into that building she would hardly get out.

"You gave me quite a scare"

"I'm sorry" but she certainly can't scold him at that moment, when with just one look you can tell how scared he is. He is handsome though, she can't help but look at him and study him. "I had a dream about you"

"Yeah? What about it?"

"You'll be fine" it only takes a moment for his eyes to fill with tears.

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Insecure • Mason Mount

Starting the journey who'll bring a love interest in Mason's life and another person in Alice's to stay. But won't be easy with him and his head sometimes. Hope you like it x

Little Mounty

"So what's her name?" Mason tried not to let any emotion leak from his face as he looked up at his sister in front of him. He had gone to her to get his mind off some things. Or maybe he had gone just for that, to talk.

"Who?"

"Don't play dumb with me Mase. As much as I like our girls spending time together, I know you"

"How could you tell?"

"You always have that expression when it comes to girls"

"What expression?"

"The one you want to keep everything a secret but can't think of anything else"

Mason sighs, glancing down at his cup of tea catching the reflection of the chandelier light in it. It had been a tough few days, the season having arrived at its busiest and most stressful time not to mention the other issue that was tormenting him. But he had put himself in that situation after all.

"Mason, I don't know what's on your mind lately but whatever it is it's not true. You deserve to get a hold of your life and move on"

"I'm doing it"

"How long has it been since you've been out Mase? And I mean a date, a real one, not with your friends or your daughter's dolls" he struggled to remember it honestly, he had never paid attention to this side of his life after her. He didn't think he needed to, at least until the feelings had come overbearingly back to the surface for another person.

"Look, it's been so long now and to keep playing the victim is a bit pathetic"

"I'm not" he can see from her look and the small grin on her face that she's pushing him to the edge. She wants a reaction. And he really can't stand her when she does that.

"Well it doesn't look like it to me. You keep hiding behind what happened, using your daughter as an excuse for everything"

"You think it's simple? That I enjoy it?"

"No. But at some point you have to draw a line and think about yourself"

"I have a daughter to think about - he really says this a lot - the point is that I'm the only parent she has and whatever decisions, whatever happens it's me she looks for. And sometimes it's just so damn tiring" sometimes even the thought of doing something is tiring, the feeling that no matter how much rest you get in the end you will always be exhausted. "I don't feel like doing it all over again, for what then? To risk ending up worse than now?"

"Yet here you are pining for a girl"

"Yeah" and maybe it's the first time he admits it. The looks, the smiles, her kindness, the way she makes him feel just by knowing he's in the same room as her. The insecure, awkward little boy that takes over when they're together.

"You're allowing her into your world little by little. It means that somehow you are ready, your heart is ready. It's your head that's still struggling to let go and trust another person"

The supposed breakfast had turned into brunch, but what mattered was that they had been able to see each other. They had talked, there had been moments of awkwardness but sincerity had served to crawl out of it. And so they had known each other, time had flown by and those few hours they had for each other had been fast concluded.

Mason had offered to drive her home since in the perfect english weather, meanwhile in no time a downpour had broken out.

"What are you doing?" she asked naively when he stopped the car in front of her house and unbuckled.

"I'll walk you"

"Don't talk nonsense Mason, you'll get soaked for nothing"

"Come on" but he's already with one foot out of the car, hurrying to her side and raising his jacket over both their heads as best he can. Frantic they stop at the door, his chest in close contact with her back as she struggles to put the key in.

"Have a seat, I'll get a towel" she disappears as Mason takes the opportunity to look around. He always liked it, somehow the home decor says a lot about the personality of the person who lives there. And her flat is a bit like he imagined it to be, clean and neat with nothing out of place but with something in the air that hints at a breaking of the rules now and then.

"Here I don't want you to get sick" she hands a towel over his head rubbing his hair lovingly without thinking too much about it.

"It's just some water. We often play in the rain you know"

"Don't care, I don't want you to get sick because of me" the two of them stand looking at each other, her satisfied lowering the towel onto his neck as he takes a strand of her hair stuck to her forehead fixing it, gently.

He cannot tell which of the two has moved closer, just their lips find each other suddenly. The kiss is tentative at first, then gains more confidence. Mason rests a hand on her waist, imperceptibly pulling her even closer to his chest. It's just like he's used to it, it's all so familiar and the moment he thinks that the bubble bursts.

"Maybe I'd better go"

"Mason-" but she can just see his car speeding away.

"I kissed her" he admits with his head buried in his hands, missing his sister's ecstatic smile.

"That's great!"

"But then I ran away"

"Mase" she sighs, a sorry and bitter but hopeful look on her face as she reaches out to him pulling him closer, passing a hand up and down his back to reassure him.

"I know, I'm an idiot"

"They're not all like her Mase. Maybe she won't even be the right one this time but you can't know unless you try. And just because you always think of Alice's sake first, she deserves to see her father happy too. Really happy"

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The photo • Jack Grealish

It's pouring rain, you can't see the back of your hand. The car has stopped along the road and in an attempt to want to call someone to pick you up you realise you've left your bag in the office. What else could be added to the list of the worst night of your life?

It sounds like the beginning of a horror movie, or the end of your life. But you don't want to panic, you're trying to stay as clear-headed as possible to figure out the best thing to do at that moment.

"Okay, I can stay here and wait for the rain to stop at least. But it could take all night and there seems to be someone in the house there. I just have to be brave and-" a sharp tap on the window makes you startle, with your heart pounding in your throat you throw yourself out of the car. Bad move when you think of all the movies you've seen but you've definitely been known to not think too much before acting.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"What you have been doing outside my house for days!" a guy with an umbrella yells at you as if he hasn't just given you a heart attack. And you certainly don't let him get away with it, yelling to be heard from above the rain that has already drenched you.

"Excuse me?"

"You journalists just don't have an ounce of dignity"

"Please, who knows you!"

"Wait... you're not a journalist?"

"No I'm not"

"Who are you then?" faced with your merely furious face, the boy seemed to change expression raising an eyebrow and perhaps wondering if he was really wrong.

"Just a loser I guess. My car broke down and I don't have a way to call for help" you sigh and in that instant a gust of wind to turn the boy's umbrella upside down, thus leaving him without his protection.

"Come into the house"

"What? No way" maybe it's just your wounded pride from the scare or the slight fear that all the stories you hear around has established within you with time, but the proposal doesn't entice you at all. Even if you are alone, with no way of getting home and no money.

"Come into the house with me, come on" but then you reconsider looking him in the eyes and deciding only to trust him, starting to run after him to the front door of his house.

"Hold on let me get you a towel"

"Thanks" you murmur again in front of the door, this time inside though, waiting for him to return without moving so you don't make a mess.

"Jack. My name is Jack"

"(y/n)"

"Bathroom is down the hall if you need it"

"Thanks really, but I just need to make a phone call"

"Here. The least I can do after almost assaulting you" you dab at your hair to keep it from dripping, picking up his phone and dialling the one number you had memorised over time and which had earned you much teasing from your family.

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"I got you a shirt while I was at it" Jack had given you your privacy on the phone call, going to change having soaked himself a little. The call had been short-lived, your brother would arrive as soon as the storm faded, and in waiting for the host you had walked into his living room. There was a fireplace burning and your body had been drawn to it, seeking warmth after all that water had made you a piece of ice, hanging your jacket on a chair and pulling it closer to dry faster.

You didn't want to pry, your gaze had begun to wander on its own over the countless photos placed on the fireplace frame. Jack with his family, Jack with some boys, maybe his friends, with children. And yeah, reaching out to see the frame hidden by the others had been your idea.

"What happened?"

"Why do you have a photo of me on the chimney?" as usual you didn't think, you could have run off without saying anything and waited for your brother outside. It would have been better than getting killed by someone who is so obsessed to keep your picture instead of replacing it for the one he bought the frame for in the first place. You knew that job would bring you trouble sooner or later.

"Your what?" a flash of alarm passes through his eyes and there it is, you think, the way you're going to die. But the doorbell rings and suddenly you are relieved because your brother is there with you. Because it must be your brother, or you don't know what else to do.

"Wait a minute. It's not what you think" the boy rushes to the door, grateful for whoever it is but not so grateful that he didn't check before opening it after all.

"Oh Jack you're home. I saw the lights on in passing, thought I'd check to see if you were there"

"Megan this isn't a good time and we've already talked about it, you can't just come over whenever you want" but she pretends not to hear him going straight into the living room.

"Megan" Jack hurriedly goes after her trying to stop her but she is already in the room and more importantly she saw you.

"So it's true" this other stranger approaches you, "You"

"Have we met?" you are confused, disappointed at the face of another unknown person. All that could easily be a dream, it could make sense only that way.

"You have no chance with Jack. You're just a rebound he'll soon throw away" and you really aren't getting it, but her intimidating tone prompts you to react. You might as well have some fun.

"You're the previous one?"

"Excuse me? How dare you"

"What, you get to say whatever you want and I don't?" the grin on your face sends her over the edge, you can almost see the smoke coming out of her ears.

"You're a bitch! Jack will never love you like he loved me!" and then icing on the cake, you find yourself wet again because of her and a glass of water on the coffee table nearby.

Jack almost drags her away after that, while the chick still screams like a desperate woman in a vain attempt to make the guy feel sorry for her.

"Guess I'll take that shirt"

-

"I'm sorry about what happened" you had taken some time to change your shirt, thinking whether it was better to stay there until your ride arrived or face everything else. When you'd come out, Jack's mortified face was the first thing you'd seen.

"Who was that?!"

"My ex"

"She knows the meaning of the word ex right?!" he chuckles, running a hand over his face, exhausted.

"If she didn't know before she does now" he mutters and you flash a smile before going to sit down on the couch next to him.

"Why did she believe I was your girlfriend?" he stays silent, shifting his body forward so you can't see his face properly and sighing. "For that photo" he admits.

"Oh right, you still owe me an answer"

"Listen, I had just bought the frame and that picture was already in it. I might have made her think that--that we were together. But only to get her off my back I swear"

"Crazy" and maybe if all that hadn't happened that night you wouldn't have even believed him, all so surreal.

"Yeah" your eyes meet for the first time since his confession, you give him a small reassuring smile. Certainly much lighter than a few moments ago.

"I thought you were going to kill me" you suddenly admit to lighten the mood, the boy at your side laughs surprised.

"What?"

"That's true! A shiver down my spine seeing my face there in that frame. Only my mother has one like that"

"I'm sorry. I never thought I'd meet you" he chuckles again.

Then a honk echoes through the air, a quick glance outside tells you that this time it really is your brother.

"Well I gotta go"

"Okay. It was nice meeting you" Jack lowers himself slightly to leave a kiss on your cheek.

"Bye fake boyfriend"

[chilly-me-softly]

Hey I love your story .. can I request one...can u make where sonny and his wife are both footballers.. one day they decided to challenge each other on who is a better footballer .. thanks ^⁠_⁠^

Your relationship had started on the social, you in Spain emerging in the football world with your skills and him in England becoming one of the Spurs symbols. One day you had simply posted a thank you post for the best goal of the month you had just won, and you couldn't believe your eyes when a notification alerted you to Sonny's like and comment.

It had gone on like that for a while, comments under the posts from both of you but nothing more. At least until you were back in England. First on loan, then permanently, your relationship had evolved first into a friendship then into something more. Sonny had vowed to show you around and make you feel at home and it had turned out that the real home had been him.

You had married in secret from the rest of the world but surrounded by your friends and family, your lives quite private if you didn't count a few videos shot together where you could see your relationship. Together you had fun, always competitive nine times out of ten you would start a challenge between you. But what mattered was the smiles on your faces, always.

Just like that time, the cameras already pointed at you and a path already prepared. The one who scores the most points wins.

"Let's see who is the best in the family"

The first route is the one with the fewest points, both of which you score with your first opportunity. Then the difficulty begins to increase, with obstacles added between the batting point and the goal.

Sonny's laughter echoes in the air when you completely miss the next shot, if someone were to see you right then they wouldn't make you a professional footballer. And he makes it look easy, taking the lead.

"It's not fair you cheated!" the game quite balanced until competitiveness takes both of you.

"How could I, it was a simple shot"

"You went over the line. Everyone is good like that"

"Everyone but you" you stick your tongue out pretending to be offended as he goes to retrieve the ball for you to try another one.

"Sonny get out of there!" as usual when it's close to the end of everything, no matter the situation or the score, whoever scores the last one wins it all. And you're concentrating because as much as you like to see Sonny happy, you're also annoyed at losing and hearing him tease you. But Sonny is playing dirty, trying to distract you.

"Come on, you can do it" despite everything he encourages you and you try not to let yourself soften as you take a small step back and then kick hard. The ball curves just as you intended and the net moves shortly after.

You cheer on the spot before walking over to Sonny who high-fives you. "I guess I'm the best"

"Wait a minute, I still have my turn"

[chilly-me-softly]

Can i have a pt2 of This?… obviously if I can. thank you in advance ❤️

Part 1

Ben couldn't take his eyes off his phone, resting on the coffee table in front of him to keep from turning it over in his hands and jumping at every single notification that came his way. He was worried, he had been acting like an asshole, but it was his son they were talking about.

Some of the boys had tried to chat with him, to distract him from waiting, but he couldn't hold his attention for more than a second. He really appreciated it but it all seemed pointless.

He hadn't slept all night, really wanting to be with you and be helpful but realising that you couldn't be on the phone with him as you already had to take care of everything else. But the waiting was killing him. 

And then you had called him.

"Where are you?" it wasn't the walls of your house, he would have recognised those.

"Stay calm"

"(y/n)"

"We're in the hospital" his breath missed for a moment, "everything's fine. It's just that his fever got high and the doctor said it was for the best because he's little. Just for that" she speaks quickly to try to calm him down as soon as possible, not focusing her gaze on him though so as not to give in to her emotions.

"I can't be calm (y/n), you are in the hospital"

"It's in the doctors' hands now, nothing we can do"

"(y/n) god - he sighs running a hand over his face - fuck I'm so sorry"

"I can go in and see him in a few minutes. Do you want-?"

"Yes" he doesn't let you finish, his anxiety to verify with his own eyes that his baby isn't in so much pain.

You remain silent as you walk down the corridor, stopping in front of a large glass window. You can't go in there without proper precautions, let alone a phone, but a nurse is kind enough to bring the incubator they put the baby in a little closer so he can see him.

And it's when he sees his baby that he makes a decision.

-

The news of his withdrawal from the national team comes before him. It was not how he wanted you to know, but since you had ended the call he knew it was the right thing to do. You hadn't asked him for anything but he couldn't leave you to live that situation alone, it wasn't fair that you had to worry about him miles and miles away as well.

"Ben - you hug him tightly as soon as you see him - what are you doing here?"

"I couldn't stay. It was a dream but you are just as important" you look into his eyes for a minute, you have so many emotions inside you at the moment and you know it wasn't an easy decision for him to make either. And then you kiss him, a sweet kiss full of gratitude and love.

"How is he?"

"Still high fever, but they say we don't have to worry. There are many children in the same situation here you know" you sigh again in his arms as he leaves a kiss on your temple.

A few hours later you are in the waiting room, visiting hours over but Ben managed to see the baby earlier. You've practically lived there since you brought the baby in, the empty house didn't help in that situation. But you see Ben's head swing dangerously a couple of times and you squat down in front of him, placing your hands on his lap and looking at him with a sweet smile on your lips.

"Why don't you go home? You must be tired after your flight" he smiles at you, rubbing one eye, visibly tired but struggling not to fall asleep.

"Come with me? Just a couple of hours" he sees your hesitation, you don't want to leave for fear that something might happen there. But at the same time you want to do something for him, because you know he probably won't leave unless you do too. And you accept, even if you end up watching him sleep cuddled up to you in bed.