Footballer Imagines (Premier League)

Maybe a kiss might ease the pain? - Ben Chilwell

Instantly, you could tell it was serious, from the moment you saw his face screw up with pain, to when he fell to the ground, clutching his leg as his teammates crowded around him and the medical staff made there way onto the pitch. His face dropped, and your heart broke for him as he climbed to feet and hobbled off the pitch with the assistance of the staff. You felt hopeless, unable to do anything to help as you sat, watching the match from your living room on your TV, you couldn't wait for him to get home.

The match had ended and you'd had a phone call from Ben saying he couldn't drive because of his ankle so Mason was going to drop him off, he tried not to show it, but you could tell he was disappointed from how shaky his voice was. It was about an hour later, you still hadn't moved from your sofa, when you heard the front door open and your dog bark, as she always does, which meant it was Ben, and all you wanted to do was comfort him, even though you didn't really know how to in this situation. As soon as he came into the room you rose from your seated position and ran towards him throwing your arms around his neck, "Hi darling" he said, a small smile creeping onto his face as he rested him head on yours, "hi my baby" you replied in a soft tone, your head resting on his chest, listening to his slow but steady heartbeat, not really knowing what to say next. "How are you feeling?" you asked, instantly realising how stupid that question sounded. "Not well at all" he said trying to force a laugh as he stood there still with his arms around your waist. "God I didn't even last 10 mins on the pitch, why'd I have to go roll my ankle for?" He complained, breaking the silence, "And around Christmas too, who knows how long I'll be out for" he continued, his voice cracking up, "why do I have to be such a fucking mess up" he spoke, annoyed. It was bad enough him getting injured but then to blame himself, you honestly felt for him. "Hey hey don't say that, everyone gets injuries now and again, you just have to forget about it, you'll soon be back out there playing babe, I know you will" you said, as you took his hands in yours and squeezed them tightly, trying to be hopeful for him, "yeah I suppose it doesn't feel as bad now," he said, clearly lying as he could just about hobble over to your couch, "Aye is that so" you replied smirking as he playfully rolled his eyes. "Well in that case, I can't walk, do you think you could get me a cuppa my beautiful, spectacular girl" he said, giving you puppy dog eyes as a small pout came across him lips, "of course my wonderful Benny boy, I'll get you a biccy too ;)" you replied with a hint of sarcasm as you winked and turned to walk out the room until you felt his strong arms pull you back and spin you around so you were facing him, "Maybe a kiss might ease the pain?" he suggested smirking, and with that you connected your lips with his planting the biggest, juiciest kiss ever before quickly pulling away, trying to regain your breath as you ran out the room, "you're such a tease you know" you heard faintly come from the other room as you stood giggling to yourself, sometimes it's good to be a tease ;)

It was a bit later and the two of you were sat on your massive grey sofa, snuggled up under about 5 blankets, watching the newest ep of coronation street, which you knew he hated and loved to complain about every time he saw it on the telly, but to your surprise he didn't tonight, he actually sat there as you rested your head on him and his arm tightly wrapped around your waist whilst he stroked your hair, watching Itv for the first time EVER without one complaint. You had gotten up from your seat as you went to the bathroom and all of a sudden heard Ben asking you to grab him another can from the kitchen on your way back. Seeing as it was nearly Christmas, you decided to crack open the beer early as yous didn't have work for the next two weeks at least, and this was honestly the most relaxed the both of you had felt all year, you worked 9-5 on weekdays and Ben obviously had training most days, then when he didn't he had matches, so you both never really had time to yourselves to just sit and do nothing. "Ah you're a goodin aren't you" he said as you walked back into your sitting room, "could get used to this" he playfully smirked as you laughed "In your dreams Chilwell" you replied sitting back down, him instantly wanting you back in his arms to shower you with kisses, complaining he needs the attention to "soothe his ankle pain", I mean you weren't denying the chance to show him a bit of affection 😏.

The rest of that night consisted of the two of you having the most random convos, what your plans for the future were, if you wanted any baby Chilwells around the house - that gave the biggest butterflies you've EVER had, just imagining having little Ben's around the house, planning your next holiday to the Maldives together, even talking about when, not if he made it VERY clear he's gonna marry you and said it was just a matter of time, it'll be soon very soon...

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