Football Imagines

Ben Chilwell | vi

Author's note: Today I had planned to post another imagine with Ben because I'm finishing a story with him and getting new content has kept me inspired, but then that photo on the header came out, and like happened to many others, I had to write something with it 😅 

This is basically the idea I got when I saw the photo on Monday. You are attending a wedding together, and he has to keep waiting for you because you don't know how to walk in heels. 

I hope you like it, and thank you for reading! 💜

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"Ben, can you please slow down?"

"If I walk slower we are gonna be late."

"But I... fuck" I say when my ankle twist for the millionth time.

"Are you ok?"

"Yes, I'm fine. But slow down a bit."

"Fine" he sighs, turning to look at me. "You look like Bambi."

"What?"

"Do you remember Bambi on the ice? That's you right now" he chuckles.

"You are so funny, Benjamin" I say while rolling my eyes, my ankle almost doing the same movement.

"Come here" he says, offering me his arm. "If we are late for the ceremony, my mum is going to kill us."

"Sorry."

"Why did you choose to wear heels when you don't know how to walk in them?"

"Because I'm already wearing a suit for a wedding instead of the ugly dresses everyone does, and I didn't want to stand out even more" I explain.

"Suits are hot."

"You tell me. You look bloody gorgeous, Ben."

"Thank you" he smiles. "But so do you."

"Yes, Bambi on a suit" I say, my ankle dangerously twisting again despite Ben's help. "Why did they have to marry in the old town?"

"It's pretty" he shrugs.

"And a deathtrap" I reply, looking down at the cobblestones.

"Wait until you see where we are having dinner" Ben's sister says behind us.

"Is it bad?" I ask.

"Grass" she says.

"You are fucked, Bambi" Ben laughs.

"Ok, that's it. I'm done."

"What are you doing?"

"Taking these off" I say, letting go of his arm and getting rid of my heels.

"You can't walk barefoot into the church" he laughs again.

"Watch me."

"Bambi, you can't."

"Don't call me Bambi!" I say, hitting him with one of my shoes.

"Sorry, sorry" he laughs. "Don't need to get violent."

"Guys, we are gonna be late" Ben sister's says.

"The bride isn't here yet. I have time to go back to the car and change into the sneakers I have on the boot."

"You can't go back to the car barefoot" he says. "It is too far away."

"Well, I'm not wearing these torture devices again."

"Guys, c'mon. We are going to be late and mum is going to get pissed" his sister insists.

"Ok, fine" Ben sighs. "I'll run to the car and get them for you."

"Will you do that for me?"

"I would do anything for you, Bambi" Ben smiles, taking the shoes from my hand before I'm able to hit him again and running away.

"Oh the things we do for love" his sister chuckles.

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"Ok, I'm back" Ben says, trying to catch his breath.

"And right on time. The bride's car is coming."

"Then hurry up."

"I'm going as fast as I can" I say, tying up my sneakers. "Ok, done. How do I look?"

"Beautiful... Bambi" he smirks.

"Urgh" I say, rolling my eyes. "Let's go inside, the bride is coming."

"But wait, how do I look? " he says, running a hand through his hair.

"Stupidly gorgeous. C'mon."

"Aren't you going to say thank you or something?"

"For what?" I ask.

"I don't know. I just ran all the way down and then up again so you could change your shoes. I deserve something."

"Thank you for my shoes, Benjamin."

"Nah, not enough" he says, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me closer to him. "I deserve something else."

"Like what" I ask, running my hands through his hair and trying to make it look a bit more presentable even if I love it when it is all messy.

"A kiss."

"Ben..."

"A kiss. One kiss and I promise I will stop calling you Bambi."

"Promise?"

"Promise" he smiles. "Just one kiss."

"Ok, fine" I smile back before kissing him.

"Excuse me" someone says behind us.

"Oh, shit, uncle" Ben says, his cheeks turning a bright shade of pink. "We didn't see you there."

"We can tell" his cousin giggles. "Were you waiting for me?"

"We..."

"We were, yes" I say, Ben's cheeks now bright red. "They asked us to check if you were coming, the groom was getting impatient."

"And you got bored of waiting, didn't you?" she smirks.

"We... sorry" Ben chuckles. "We should probably go inside and..."

"Yes, you should" his uncle says.

"Ok... umm... You look beautiful, cousin. He's gonna love it."

"Thank you" she smiles.

"We should get going, Ben. We don't want your mum to get mad at us" I say, taking his hand on mine.

"Yes, yes. We... ok" he mumbles, starting to walk and tripping with a flower pot.

"Careful there, Bambi" I laugh.

"Bambi?" he asks, arching an eyebrow.

"Yes, Bambi. Now let's go" I smile before walking into the church, Ben's cousin giggling behind us.