Football Imagines

Ben Chilwell | iii

Author's note: This is a request by Stormy_Story_. They wanted something with either Chilly or Pulisic, and where the reader was a Manchester United supporter. The rest was up to me 😁

Little summary: Throwback to Chilly and his knee injury. He just had surgery, and you are the nurse taking care of him and his wound.

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"Good morning, Mr. Chilwell."

"Good morning, nurse. I thought I had told you that you can call me Ben."

"And I already told you I can't do that while working. I must be professional" I say while I get everything ready to check his wound.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. But if you weren't working... Ouch."

"Sorry."

"It's ok. If you weren't working, will you call me Ben?"

"I will, yes."

"And if your shift was over but you still were at the hospital?"

"That's and odd question" I chuckle.

"If your shift was over and you... I don't know, were seen hanging out with a patient, will that get you in trouble?"

"What are you asking me, Mr. Chilwell?"

"There is a Chelsea-United tomorrow night. And you don't work night shifts, do you?"

"I do not, no."

"I was thinking... That maybe... Since you are a United supporter and I am a Chelsea player..." he says, awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

"Yes?" I ask, arching a brow.

"I was wondering if you would like to watch the game with me. Here on my room. I have a laptop, so we could... I don't know" he shrugs.

"Mr. Chilwell, are you asking me on a date?"

"Maybe? Am I getting you in trouble if I do?"

"Once my shift is over, I'm allowed to do whatever I want. Besides, this wound is healing really well. They'll probably send you home in a couple of days."

"Is that a yes, then?"

"You put the laptop and the game, and I'll bring the food. Do you fancy anything special? Chinese perhaps?"

"Chi... Oh, you know. You know!" he laughs.

"I do" I shrug. "Chinese, then?"

"Chinese" he replies with a smile.

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"Evening, nurse."

"Evening... Ben" I say as I walk into his room, a big smile showing on his face when he hears his name. "How are you feeling?"

"Good, good. Did anyone tell you anything about coming here?"

"Nope, nothing. Don't worry."

"Great. That smells really good" he says, pointing at the bags I'm carrying.

"And it tastes even better, you'll see. How do we do it?" I say as I move one of the tables that you can put over the bed. "We eat while we watch the game, eat during the break, after the game..."

"I'm quite hungry right now" Ben says. "Maybe we could start eating some bits now?"

"Of course. I brought a bit of everything so you can try them all and see what you like and what you don't like."

"Perfect. Where do you want to sit? The bed is big enough for both of us" he says with a little smirk. "And I think we'll be more comfortable that way to watch the game."

"Yeah, comfortable" I chuckle.

"Comfort is all I'm thinking about these days " he says as he moves so I can sit next to him. "So..."

"So" I repeat.

"Who do you think is gonna win?"

"Us, of course."

"So confident" Ben laughs. "Buy I think we will win."

"Ha!"

"Wanna bet?" he asks with a teasing smile.

"Ok, let's bet" I say, moving a bit to face him while trying to not touch his bad leg.

"If we win..." Ben says, licking his lips and making me feel weird things on my stomach. "If we win, I'll buy you dinner. But somewhere nice."

"And if we win?"

"If you win, you buy me dinner."

"Again?" I laugh.

"Ok, then lunch. Breakfast. Brunch. Whatever you fancy."

"And if it is a draw?"

"We'll think of something. Do we have a deal?" Ben says, offering me his hand.

"We do" I say as I take it, our eyes meeting and making those weird things I'm feeling on my stomach go crazy. "Should we start eating?"

"Yeah, sure" he says, letting go of my hand.

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"We should have won."

"We, should have won. You stole a penalty from us."

"That wasn't a penalty."

"It was, Ben. It was" I say as I get up from the bed. Turns out that sitting together like that, was indeed very comfortable, and by the end of the game I had found myself cuddling against him, his arm around my shoulders.

"Puli barely touched him!"

"I beg to differ" I shrug.

"Are you leaving already?" he asks while I pick what is left of our dinner.

"We both have early mornings tomorrow. They are sending you home."

"Will you be there when they discharge me?"

"If you want me to..."

"Of course I do! You are my favourite nurse" he says with a cheeky smile.

"Thank you" I reply, feeling my cheeks get warm.

"What are we going to do about our bet?"

"I don't know... I'll guess we'll have to buy each other dinner."

"That's two more dates."

"Or one if I buy you your dinner, and you buy me mine."

"I thought we had had fun tonight..." he says, looking down.

"We have!" I quickly say, moving to take his hand. "We have, Ben. I was just teasing you."

"Rude" he chuckles.

"Sorry" I smile while his thumb does small circles on my skin. "Do you want to meet again, then?"

"I do. So you better start thinking about what we are going to be eating."

"Italian? And we can watch my game against City."

"A Manchester derby and Italian food sounds perfect. But just try not to throw your pasta at me if you lose" Ben says with a teasing smile.

"We aren't going to lose. And I am very chill when I watch football."

"Definitely" he laughs.

"Meh, meh, meh" I say, rolling my eyes but not being available to contain a smile. "And I better go. See you tomorrow?"

"You know where to find me. It's not like I'm running away or anything" he shrugs, making both of us laugh.

"Goodnight, Mr. Chilwell" I say, kissing his cheek and letting go of his hand.

"Goodnight, favourite nurse" he replies, the biggest smile on his face as I leave the room.