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digitaldiarystuff · 17 days

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Enemies (To Lovers?)

so i’m shocking myself with how many stories i upload in one day but let’s not jinx it lol

this was a request but i can’t find where, anyways hope you enjoyy💖

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pairing: Declan Rice x Y/N

summary: you and Declan never really clicked but now that you’re locked in a room what other option is there than to talk it out

genre: slight angst maybe also slight smut

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“Ugh I hate him” you told your friend Ariana the minute you entered the villa.

“Who?” she asked not understanding how you got involved in beef even before talking to anyone at the party.

“Who do you think?” you asked her in a duh voice.

“Dec? Girl you two seriously need to drop this petty act.” she whined fed up with you.

But you couldn’t. You couldn’t just stop this childish hate for Declan Rice, the Arsenal ‘superstar’ You have been in the same friend circle since last summer. When your friends first told you about him you were pretty optimistic actually, everyone told you what a great and genuine guy he was and you thought ‘wow we’d get along well’ but it wasn’t the case. From the moment you first met, Declan had a weird vendetta against you. He showed how much he didn’t like you from the first day you met by spilling his drink on you, granted he might’ve accidentally do it but his actions after were enough.

“Stop laughing” you snickered trying to get the red stain out of your white blouse but Declan kept on smiling.

“At least now you have some colour in your life.” he bit back and you couldn’t believe this was the guy everyone told you about. He certainly didn’t look that great to you, apart from his piercing blue eyes and charming smile that obviously didn’t work for you.

If he’d just apologized like a normal person you’d of course let it go but he didn’t, in fact he constantly made fun of how angry you were and poked fun about it. That’s why you didn’t want to be here today, at his multimillion dollar mansion celebrating his team’s newest win but all your friends, especially Ariana, told you you had to be there. They had this weird fantasy about Declan actually liking you more than you realize and trying to show it like a third grader, pulling your hair and throwing erasers at you. You found it stupid, he was a grown adult and showed how much he disliked you like he was and you returned his hatred by hating him.

“Did I hear my name?” Declan suddenly appeared behind you and put his arm around Ariana and you were thankful he didn’t try it with you.

Deep down, what upset you the most was his behavior towards everyone else. He was seemingly cute and warm with everyone else while he always made fun of you and that made you feel uneasy, what was it that made him dislike you this much? You felt left out but you’d never admit it of course.

“Y/N was just telling me how proud she is of you.” Ariana tried lightening the mood and offer peace but Declan had to ruin it by rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, I’m so proud you make millions by kicking a ball for 90 minutes a week. That’s really noble of you.” you sarcastically said.

“Not all of us has to be chained to a cubicle 40 hours a week” he quipped back and you felt even more angry at him.

“Yeah because some of us need money to pay for real things like rent and food.”

He thankfully left you alone after that and went back to being his other persona.

“Y/N I know you don’t want to hear this but you need to stop being so hostile towards Dec. He’s really not that bad.” Ariana said.

“You’re right Ari, I don’t want to hear it.” you shut her down and grabbed yourself a drink.

You weren’t usually this cold but he had something about him that made you snap instantly. But there was no way you’d be the person to break the friend group so you were just going to have to deal with him.

It was well into the party and you felt the buzz from all the alcohol you consumed which was a lot. You needed it very much to calm your nerves and not start any more fights. You were just sitting on the sofa humming to the song in the background when one of your close friends Kayla suddenly turned to you.

“Y/N can you grab me some painkillers from the guest bathroom? My head’s killing me.” she whined.

You really didn’t want to go snooping around Declan’s home, one because you didn’t know the house quite well and two because you didn’t want him to say anything negative about you.

“Is there anyone else who could do that? I don’t know the house well enough.” you tried but she insisted everyone was either too drunk or outside so you reluctantly agreed. She even gave you the directions to the room and you went upstairs, you’d never admit it but Dec had a good taste in interior design. He didn’t have one of those all white lacking personality type of home, his space had character with some pops of colour in every room including the guest bedroom which was the size of your apartment. You cursed yourself for liking something about him and went into the en-suite connected to the guest bedroom trying to look for the painkillers Kayla described.

You were shuffling around the cabinets having a hard time because you had to steady yourself a few times a minute when you heard some footsteps and figured you took too long and she came to get them herself but as luck would have it, it was actually Declan.

“Oh, it’s you” he said with more softness than he did when you first walked in so you figured he must be intoxicated as well.

“I thought someone was trying to steal something.” he said as he walked over to you.

You didn’t stop looking around to look at him.

“I’m surprised you didn’t accuse me yet.” you scoffed.

“Oh I’m getting to it.” he laughed dryly. “What are you doing here anyway? Trying to see if I have a girlfriend?”

You couldn’t even comprehend his sentence when you heard the door shut. You immediately looked back and saw Declan lean against the en-suite door with his arm. His muscles were flexed as he turned to the bedroom door surprised it has shut down.

He made his way over to the door trying to open it only to be unsuccessful. He wiggled the door knob a few times.

“Why don’t you open it?” you asked and he looked back at you like you were stupid.

“What do you think I’m trying to do?”

“I don’t know, you look like you built those muscles for nothing.”

He tried again but in vein. The door was stuck.

“What the fuck?” he said still trying and you started laughing at your faith.

“You’d think after spending millions of pounds the doors wouldn’t be stuck.”

“Would you stop whining?” he asked clearly agitated.

“Only if you open the door.”

“Do you think I want to be stuck here with you?” he harshly asked and you felt your confidence slipping. You were always self conscious when drunk.

When you didn’t respond he turned his attention to you.

“Y/N, I-

“Why do you hate me so much?” you asked finally trying to get an answer to the question you’ve had for months.

“What?”

“Why do you hate me so much?” you repeated.

“I- I don’t hate you.” he murmured but you knew it was a lie.

“Yes you do, you love everyone else. You’re so nice with them but you’re rude to me. I know I’m not the best either but I feel bad when I see you with the others. What is it about me that you hate?” you felt the weight lifting off your chest as you spoke. Yes it was the alcohol that made you say those things but they were true.

“I think we should talk later when you’re not drunk.” he dismissed you and it only angered you more.

“I’m not drunk.”

“Yes you are, you’ve had a million cocktails.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I watch at you anytime you’re not looking!” he raised his voice startling you. In all the time you’ve known Declan he’s never even gotten mad.

“Why? So that you can use the things you see against me?”

“Do you really think that’s what I’m doing? You can’t seriously think I’m going out of my way everyday just to argue with you. I’m watching you because I like seeing you interact with people and it kills me that you’re not that kind to me. I wish you’d be like that with me but if bickering is what gets you talking to me I’m okay with that.” he finally let go of the door and went over to the bed sitting on it without looking at you.

You were in shock about all the things you just heard.

“Declan you’re being mean, you can’t play with me like that!” you shouted at him thinking this was his way of messing with you.

“Do you really think that low of me?” he finally looked up at you and you saw the sincerity in his eyes that everyone was talking about. He looked more genuine than ever. He combed a hand through his hair.

“I- I don’t know.” you murmured conflicted about the whole situation. On one hand you really didn’t think he’d stoop so low but on the other hand you couldn’t believe his admission that easily.

“Why do you act like a prick then?” you asked trying to get to the bottom of it.

“Because that’s the only way you’ll talk to me even if it’s to argue.” he admitted with his head low.

You stood in front of Declan with your hands against your hips trying to wrap your head around the situation but it was hard considering he was wearing a tight shirt hugging his body perfectly and his hair disheveled. With a sudden confidence, you walked closer to him and stood in between his legs and he immediately looked up at you with confusion. If you didn’t have any alcohol in your system you’d never be this forward but with it you could actually do something you actually want for once. You placed your hands on his shoulders as his hands went over to your hips. He was still wary of your reaction but you threw every sane thought away and pushed him onto the bed he was sitting on. He pulled you with him so now you were straddling him, both of you were shocked by your sudden boldness but he didn’t complain. In fact, he never said anything but sat up properly holding you down and started devouring your lips. You kissed back immediately with months of pent up frustration and infatuation.

“You’re so perfect.” he complimented you as his lips found your neck kissing and sucking on your skin. You felt electricity from his touch and cursed yourself for not doing this earlier.

By this time he was slowly pulling your dress straps down your arms and continued his kisses against your chest and you hastily lifted his shirt finally coming in close contact with his abs.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.” he murmured as he rolled you over so he was on top of you.

“Then why didn’t you?” you asked.

“Because I thought you’d slap me.”

“I’d much rather if you slapped me.” you said without thinking and his eyes turned even darker if that’s possible. His movements became more rough as you gave him the permission and he peeled your dress down your legs leaving you only in your underwear. You’d normally feel vulnerable and exposed if it was any other man but given the circumstances you just felt hot because Declan told you a million times.

“You’re so beautiful.” he kept telling you as you tried reaching for his belt. He let you take it off and now you were both in your underwear.

He did everything right in that moment, making you reach your orgasm multiple times even before he entered you and made everything about making you feel good. Even if it’s the first time you’ve ever had sex with him, it felt like he knew you better than anyone and you loved the feeling.

After both of you reached your highs moaning each other’s name once more he finally pulled out and laid on the bed pulling you to him. Your head was resting on his chest as he played with your hair occasionally leaving small kisses on it.

“I hope you know I meant everything I said.” he whispered and you looked up at his beautiful eyes knowing he wasn’t lying.

“I know.”

“And I’m not letting you go now that I have a taste.” he smiled.

“Does this mean this isn’t a one time thing?” you teased with a smile on your lips.

“Oh definitely not, in fact I was thinking about having a second round right now.” he wiggled his eyebrows as you laughed and lightly smacked his chest.

“Are you guys cool now that you’ve had sex?” you heard someone yell from outside of the door startling the both of you.

“What the hell?” Dec asked with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah idiots, we locked you in there hoping you’d talk it out but this is even better.” you heard Ariana yell and your cheeks flushed knowing they must’ve heard somethings but right now you were more thankful than angry.

“Now come out we’re starving.” one of your friends said and you got out of the bed putting your clothes back on with a smile on your face.

Declan Rice wasn’t that bad after all.

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emwritesfootball · 2 years

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Surprise | Declan Rice

Warnings: endometriosis, mentions of abortion, sex, unwanted pregnancy, not wanting kids

A/N: This is a little different than what I usually write, but I needed an outlet for some feelings so here you go xx [this has been sitting in my drafts for about a year now and being an American feels very hopeless rn so I figured I'd put this out now]

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You could feel his presence the moment you stepped foot into your best friend’s place. Of course he’s here, the little voice in your head hissed. He’s your best friend’s husband’s best friend!

Sure enough, you rounded the corner to find Declan Rice perched on the arm of one of the sofas, laughing with Mason Mount. Your body reacted to the sound, your heartbeat picking up and a flood of heat rushing between your legs. You hadn’t seen him in six months, but it simultaneously felt like yesterday and a lifetime.

“I’m right between door four and door six,” Declan said the moment he picked up.

“Okay, I’m just pulling into the terminal now,” you replied, hoping he could hear you with your car’s crappy Bluetooth connection. “Oh! I see you!”

You pulled off to the pickup lane, putting your hazards on as you stepped out to greet Declan. You hadn’t seen him in person since your best friend’s wedding ceremony to Mason Mount a few months before. You’d been instantly attracted to him then, gushing about him for weeks after to your best friend. Now here he was in front of you and your attraction to him was undeniable.

The drive from the airport to your place was filled with comfortable silence. The two of you had had a couple conversations since the wedding and he’d flown out for another one of your mutual friend’s weddings. You’d offered to let him stay at your place for the weekend and now you weren’t sure what you were going to do except fight your attraction to him for the next four days.

“Hey!” You said, squealing happily as your best friend hugged you.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, stepping back with a huge smile on her face. “I thought you said you couldn’t come!”

You and Mason exchanged a knowing smirk. “Mase helped me arrange it. You know I love surprising you.” You could feel Declan’s eyes on you but you tried not to focus on that and instead focus on your friend. “And I brought your favourite,” you said, holding up the alcohol you’d brought with you.

She hugged you again, laughing. “This is why I love you.”

You shook your head, laughing with her. “Yeah, yeah. I love you, too.”

You made the rounds at the small gathering, hugging and greeting people you hadn’t seen since your last visit to town for the wedding. All the bridesmaids were there, everyone catching up like you hadn’t just been on the group WhatsApp chat hours before. You hated filling everyone in on your treatments but it had to be done - they were your friends and they cared about you so naturally you had to fill them in.

Declan watched you as you spoke and you hated that you were so acutely aware of it. He didn’t know anything about your recently-diagnosed Endometriosis, and to be fair you hadn’t had a diagnosis six months ago.

As if on cue, your phone rang. “Oh, it’s my OBGYN! Hello?”

“Hi! So, I told you I’d call when I got your scans back. Are you free to talk now?”

“Yes, go ahead.”

“So, it looks like we’ve gotten most of the deposits of your endometriosis in our last surgery, but there’s still more and we’d like to go in again.”

Time seemed to stop. “That would be the third time in four months. Why?”

“I just want to make sure that everything looks good and that it doesn’t recur. Of course, there’s a chance it will, but I want to buy you another five years without pain.”

You knew everyone was watching you but you needed to ask the question. “Can’t you just give me a hysterectomy and take it all out?”

“Well, yes, we could, but-”

“Then I want that.” You were polite but firm, holding your own. “I know you said you wouldn’t do it until I was thirty, but that was before all this. Now I want it out - all of it: uterus, tubes, ovaries.”

“I just want to give you the best possible outcome for children.”

You started to get angry. “We’ve talked about this. I. Do. Not. Want. Kids.”

“Yes, that’s right now, but what if you do in the future? You’re only twenty-five and I just want to make sure you get a proper chance to experience the joys of carrying a child.”

You were on the verge of tears. “Don’t you dare try to tell me about the joys of being pregnant!” You exploded, completely lost in this world of fighting for your ability to not reproduce in a world that wanted the opposite. “I was pregnant six months ago and I got an abortion immediately, so don’t tell me I’ll want children in the future.” You paused, catching your breath. “If you’re not going to do it, I’ll get a second and a third opinion until I find someone who will, so if you won’t just give me the names of your colleagues you better be willing to give me the operation I want and not the operation you think I want.”

You didn’t even bother with pleasantries, pressing the End Call button on your phone. Your girls immediately swarmed you in a group hug and you felt grateful to have them by your side. You huffed out a laugh, your eyes shiny with tears… and your gaze connected with Declan’s.

“Were you actually pregnant six months ago?” One of your friends asked and you could see that the same question was etched out so clearly on his face, too.

“Uh, no.” You laughed it off, your eyes still on Declan. “It was just a lie I told her because she wouldn’t shut up about the fucking ‘joys of carrying a child’ and some other shit.” You shook your head as if it was an etch-a-sketch, changing the subject. “Now, let’s get drunk and celebrate getting the gang back together!”

The night continued after that, but you were lost somewhere six months ago.

The two of you were tipsy as you climbed the stairs, giggling. The wedding had been great - Declan was the perfect date and you hated that you’d fallen even harder for him as he’d danced with you to every song and made you feel like the only girl in the world.

“Thank you for tonight,” you murmured, looking up at him as the two of you reached the door to your place. “You were the perfect date.”

“I didn’t have to do anything. That was all you.” He braced a hand on the door and you felt your back against it, suddenly unable to find your keys. Declan’s eyes searched yours as he leaned down. “If I kiss you right now, I won’t be able to stop.”

You reached up, tugging at his tie. “So kiss me, Declan. You’re here for two more days and I wanna make the most of this, so-”

“Kiss you. Got it.”

Declan leaned down, capturing your lips in his as you fumbled for your key. You broke the kiss, quickly sticking the key in the lock to let both of you in. The two of you kissed your way to the bedroom, stripping off clothes along the way.

It had been forever since you’d been touched by anyone other than yourself, so Declan’s hands felt amazing on your body. Goosebumps broke out over your skin in the wake of his fingers, both of you exploring the other.

“I don’t keep condoms here,” you said in-between kisses, realizing you needed to tell him.

Declan pulled back, smirking. “I’ve got one in my wallet.”

“Hey, can I talk to you?�� Declan’s voice came through, interrupting your thoughts.

“Sure. What’s up?”

“Not here,” he said lowly, his expression saying more.

“Two minutes. Meet me outside in the back.” You pasted a smile on your face, turning to laugh and join back in on the conversation. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Declan make his way out to the deck and you excused yourself to use the bathroom, following him out. “What is it?”

Declan didn’t make eye contact, his hands braced against the railing of the deck’s balcony, taking in a breath. “That wasn’t a lie, was it?”

Cold fear ran through your veins. You’d known he wasn’t stupid by any means, but you didn’t expect him to figure it out so quickly. “No, it wasn’t.”

He turned to look at you, betrayal crossing his beautiful features. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because it wasn’t a big deal!” You spluttered, unsure what else to say. “I mean, yeah, I was terrified when I found out I was pregnant but I took care of it.”

“What if you’d told me and I told you I wanted it? Would that have made a difference?”

“Dec, how can you even ask me that?!” You huffed, upset. “Didn’t you hear me on the phone? I don’t want kids - not now, not when I was fifteen, and I sure as hell won’t want them in ten years or twenty or whenever. So, no, it wouldn’t have made a difference whether or not I’d brought you in on it. It wasn’t your decision to make.”

Declan sighed, running a hand over his face. “Okay.”

“That’s it? That’s all you have to say is ‘okay’?! I tell you I killed the child we made together and all you have to say is ‘okay’?!” You weren’t sure why you were still arguing with him, but Declan took you in his arms, pressing a kiss into your hair.

“God, you look even hotter when you’re all fucked out,” Declan murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple as you snuggled against his chest.

“That was all you,” you giggled, tracing circles on his sternum.

“We’ve got a fresh pack of condoms and with all your toys, I can make you cum a few more times while I get ready for round whatever-number-we’re-on.” Declan turned, pinning you underneath him as he kissed you again.

“Where’d you go?”

“Sorry, I can’t stop thinking about our night together.”

Declan smiled at that. “I think you mean ‘our weekend together’.”

“God, we really didn’t leave my bedroom after that wedding, did we?” You shook your head, leaning into him to press your head on his chest before pulling away.

“We didn’t - except for coffee and the food we ordered in.” Declan paused, taking your face in his hands. “I’m sorry. I just… I wish you’d told me. Maybe I could’ve been there for you or something so you wouldn’t have had to go it alone.”

Tears sprang to your eyes at his admission. “I, uh… thank you, Dec. That means a lot.”

“I know you’re never here because you live on the other side of the country and you don’t really come back, but if I’m ever in the area, can I come see you?”

Your heart fluttered at his question. He looked so young and vulnerable standing in front of you - even moreso than the three-year age gap between you two - but you couldn’t resist standing on your tiptoes and pulling him down for a kiss even though your friends were on the other side of the door. “Yes. I’d like that. And if I get my way, I’m going to be lady-part-free so we won’t have another pregnancy scare.”

“I like the sound of that,” Declan said, taking your hand right before the two of you walked back inside to the party.

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mountsmason · 2 years

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England Diaries: Training

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the-offside-rule · 1 year

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Trent Alexander-Arnold (Liverpool) - Mastermind

Requested: nope it was an idea I couldn't get out of my head

Prompt: Mastermind by Taylor Swift

Warnings: cursing ig??

Trent and his girlfriend of two years, Y/n were driving on the motorway, on their way to the airport. The motorway was super long and Y/n was struggling to even stay awake. "You have to wake up babe, we're gonna be there in like twenty minutes." Trent told her. "But I'm tired and I think we've talked about everything under the sun." She yawned. Trent thought an thought about a conversation starter. Aha! "We haven't talked about how we met." He smiled, remembering the memory. “It’s crazy, inni?” he chuckled. “Not crazy, more so it’s just how we met.” She yawned again.

"Honestly though, it was like a one in a million chance of us actually meeting and it actually happened. You know how mad that is?" Trent asked, fiddling with his controller. Y/n scoffed but continued reading her book. "What?" He asked. When he didn't get a reply, he grew concerned. "What'd ye do tha' for? It was a one in a million kinda thing." She looked up at him with an arched brow. "Yeah, you keep telling yourself that." As his girlfriend read on, Trent started to think about why she thought otherwise. He set his controller to the side and turned back around to her. "Explain how it wasn't then." Y/n closed her book and reached over to leave it on the coffee table. "I planned it all." Trent's face turned to one of confusion. "I don't know what you mean."

"I planned us meeting, I planned me 'bumping into you', I planned everything." Trent crossed his arms and leaned back, awaiting his girlfriend to continue on with her so called plan came into play. "Well, it started back when I broke into the Liverpool private event with Tina."

"We can't break into this party" Tina said, hooking arms with Y/n as they walked down the streets together on a cold night in Liverpool. "Um, yes we fucking can. I know people." Y/n replied. "But there'll only be the players and random girls who paid loads to get in." Y/n turned to her friend with a grin. "And we won't have to spend a penny." Tina unlinked arms eith Y/n. "How'd you mean?"

"Well walk with me and you'll find out."

"Alright, you planned on breaking in but how did you plan on getting with me. I could've been sat at me mum's for all you knew." Trent questioned. "Well I didn't know. I only got the great idea when I saw you pushing some girls away."

"Look, over there! Do you know who that is, Tina?" Tina shook her head. "Tina, that is Trent Alexander-Arnold." Tina nodded. "The guy that's your phone background?" An idea popped into Y/n's mind. A wild, crazy yet brilliant idea. "Hold on." Tina looked bewildered as to what her friend was doing but soon enough she'd find out. "Tada!" Y/n handed her phone to Tina. "What's different about it?" Y/n scooched beside her friend and so hatched the masteplan. "Well Tina, if you open it you'll see a picture I took with my family last Christmas." Tina sipped on her cocktail, still quite confused. "Well, when I go and talk to him, I'm gonna get a snap from someone and of course, my phone is gonna light up. He's gonna see my lockscreen, see my dog and say its a cute dog. I'm gonna say I have more photos and because he'd feel out of place to tell me no, he's gonna watch me open my phone nd see the picture of my family. Now-"

"Wait, wait, wait. Who is?"

"Who's what?"

"Who's going to see your lockscreen?"

"Trent. God keep up Tina." Tina stopped functioning for a moment. "And how are you going to talk to him? Approach him, like?" She asked. "Well, I'm glad you asked that. You see those three girls hanging around him?" Tina nodded. "I'm going to do him a favour and pretend I'm his girlfriend to tell them he's off the market." Y/n explained. "But he's single."

"Yes, but they don't know any better. So, he's gonna see the photo of my family and one of two things is going to happen. He's going to either see that and make a self conscious note to himself that I'm a family oriented person or he's going to ask about them to politely decline seeing the dog photos." Tina shook her head, a grin on her face. "You're mad, you know." She mumbled. "Good, because otherwise his wouldn't have worked." Y/n replied. "But it hasn't yet." Tina said, almost questioninvinstead of stating. "Well it's going to."

"So then what?" Trent asked. "You know exactly what. You're acting as if you weren't there." She laughed. "Nah, come on. Tell me the thought process behind all this."

Trent was getting uncomfortable. His teammates even tried to pretend he had a girlfriend, but the other girl wasnt buying it. Trent had told her he wasnt interested but she claimed it was 'playing haard to get' which was simply untrue, he was genuinely didn't like her. He was about to go and leave when he heard a girls voice walking over. "Hey baby. Sorry I'm late, got held up." Trent looked up to see a beaming woman looking between him and another woman. It was clear to him that she was trying too help him, so he accepted the help. "Who's this?" She asked. Trent grinned and looked over to the other girl. "Nobody, shes just leaving." The girl took the hint and moved away,

Her phone flashed on the bar. Trent looked down and smiled upon seeing a dog. "Nice dog." He said. Y/n looked up towards the defender. "Oh you think so? Hold on, I've a few more pictures if you want to see them." Trent didnt think it was in his place to say no, especially from someone who just got rid of the other girl. "Alright, sure." Y/n smiled and opened her phone to reveal a lock screen of her family, all in christmas jumpers. "Ah, is that your family?" He asked. "Y/n smiled and nodded. "It is! We decided too wear ugly jumpers for Christmas last year, and every other year it seems." Trent chuckled. "Do they live in Liverpool?" He asked. "Nope. I only meet them for Christmas."

"Aw well I'm sorry about that. They seem really nice." Trent said, smiling. "Oh yeah. So what about your family?"

"And you told me about your family, the conversation changed to football, then our personal lives and before you know it, you gave me your snap and your number because you wouldnt get messaging me on instagram. Your words not mine." Y/n said triumphantly. "I have a lot of things to say to that." Trent mumbled. Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat as the triumph washed away. Did she just fuck up her relationship by revealing her plan? "Like what?" She asked. "First off, it was a decent plan,but secondly, I knew it was a plan. All along, I knew you planned it." Y/n froze. "What?"

"Ah come on. Hendo came to us a couple minutes before you came in, saying that theres gonna be a fan coming in because she works at the bar and that if theres any problems with her, let the staff know." Her eyebrows knotted in confusion. "The second I saw you, I knew you were the fan. Then when you came over, you went and saved me, then your phone was slightly tilted towards me so I could see your dog. I knew you wanted me to ask so I did. I just didnt expect you whipping out the photos which led to me asking about your family instead, which is probably the only unpredictable thing you'd done that night." Y/n was gobsmacked. Predictable? Her? "Oh please, I dont see you trying to be unpredictable." She mumbled looking out the car window. "Well actually, I dont think you expected this." Y/n rolled her eyes and turned to question him, but was faced with a beautiful velvet box. "Are you serious?" She asked. "Dead."

"You're not asking me to." Trent chuckled. "Y/n Y/l/n, would you make me the happiest man on the motorway and marry me?" Y/n’s eyes had filled with tears, her hands had covered her face. “Oh don’t get all soppy on me now.” Trent chuckled. “Show us your hand.” Y/n put her hand out as trent slipped the delicate ring onto her finger. “How’s that for a plan?” he joked. “I did not expect that, that’s for sure.” she smiled, not taking her eyes off it. “I do love you, yunno.” Trent took her hand and placed a kiss on it. “I love you too.”

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hlstead · 8 months

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I’ ll open my request for football players too! So send me requests for any player!

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football-rambles · 1 year

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Someone send me some requests? I wanna get back into writing.

#football imagines #football one shots #football imagine #football one shot #football oneshots #mason mount #declan rice #football fanfiction #jack grealish #luke shaw #ben chilwell #england nt #john stones #aaron ramsey

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elmatadorisgay · 6 months

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Alltober Requests now closed!

posting this now that Im awake

Im closing requests for the Alltober challenge. Thank you to everyone who gave me requests Im sorry I couldn't get to all of them

I will be posting two last oneshots by my own creation. I won't spoil much but the ships for each will be Bravertz and Declan Rice/Mason Mount, and Dierwinks

again thanks everyone for the requests! I'll be getting back to my regular long form stories starting with an update of TO5B after I finish those last 2 oneshots

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blueathens · 2 years

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It Was Going To Be A June Wedding

-Unrequited Love Series-

Song: Back For You by One Direction Quote: “I need you to find love that isn’t with me.”

A/N: This is very bad and very short, the last one was meant to include the finale part but it got too long; also their is a very very brief mention of abuse in her but thats it! - also not edited or proofread...I really did not want to read this through.

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Dear Mason,

My love, my darling love, I’m sorry for all the pain I brought you and all the misery that our love shared. I know I was never easy to love, but you always proved to me that you would always be there for me. But now I need you to let me go for I be marrying someone my heart could never belong to.

Loving you is magic, it’s like a love song coming true. Loving you is gentle compared to the rough and loud one I’m in now. Loving you feels complete…

I don’t know how many pieces of papers I’ve gone through to try and make this letter perfect, but it wasn’t until my hand was aching that I realised you don’t care for perfection…so I’m just going to leave this as a goodbye.

By now I would have told you how we were going to have a child, and they were going to be so beautiful…they were going to be loved…they were going to be everything. By now we would shared our last kiss, and it be feeling that tingles upon my lips the entire journey to Greece.

I’m going to make this short as I can’t bear to write anymore…I was always better at writing songs than letters. I love you; I’ve always loved you and I’m never going to stop. It was meant to be me, and you till the end of time, but life just isn’t fair. So now I need you to let me go and forget about everything between us. I need you to find someone who will love you just the way that I do. I want you to find the person who is just as sure about you as you are about them.

I need you to find love that isn’t with me.

Please do that for me.

Please.

My heart will always belong to you but you’re heart can’t always belong to me…

Love always,

Y/n.

It was going to be a Summer’s wedding…a June wedding to be more precise.

She would walk down the aisle in a white floral dress that soon be changed to a much shorter dress when the party begins. She would walk down with beautiful chords of a piano playing, arm intertwined with her brothers or even maybe Ian’s – she would love him. And she would work down the aisle towards a man who would look at her as if she was a world – and she is; she be his world. He be crying at the angelic sight of the woman walking down towards him, hands ready to touch her as they be itching for the entire night to feel her touch once again.

His hand would ache for her touch like a cigarette – the symbolic idea of the reason for the right man not being at the end of the aisle waiting for her – their loves was too much like a cigarette, it felt right but it burnt too quickly. And just like a cigarette, their love was a drug, so addicting and so good until the consequences hit them, leading to rehab where they have to let the other go.

It was going to be a June wedding.

The sun would be high in the sky and the birds would be whistling a sweet tune. The heat wouldn’t matter though as they be in a beautiful country house where flowers decorated it from the inside to the outside. Everyone wouldn’t be sitting on the separate sides, they be all there together, celebrating a love that would last for eternity.

It was going to be a June wedding.

The photographer wouldn’t stop laughing in joy at the photo request they have, and neither one of the couple would be able to stop smiling either. They both would stay at the food area or on the dance floor, just being to engrossed with the other and they shared their love for everyone to enjoy.

It was going to be a June wedding…

…So why was Mason standing on a field in England with the rain crashing down onto him as he imagined the life he could have had with Y/n?

All he knew was he was standing there the moment he read the letter he found on his hallway floor.

He just stood there, looking out at the open green with the harsh rain hitting down on him. He didn’t know how long he’s been standing there, nor did he care about the cold he would get afterwards.

He was willing to face the consequences.

He imagined her eyes sparkling up at him as she made her way down the aisle to reach him. He imagined the sweet smile across her face and how –

“Mason…”

“Mase-”

He turned around, eyes travelling up the ground to the person that was standing in front of him, looking just as drenched as him with heir clothes and hair sticking to them.

His eyes landed on them, widening slightly at the sight of them before softening ever so slightly and he could swear it was tears rolling down his cheeks and not the rain.

There she stood.

His Y/n.

He nervously licked his lips before blinking a few times to see if she was real.

But she was still standing there.

Right in front of him.

And not on her way to Greece.

“W-what are you doing here? You should be on a plane to Greece and-”

“Mase-”

“You should be on your way to marry that thing and I would-”

“Mason Mount will you marry me?” she shouted to be heard over his rambling and the rain. And just like that it was like time froze with her looking at him, and him looking at her. His entire being froze right there as he just stared at her, throat going dry, and he tried to think of something.

“W-what?”

“Will you marry me please?” She whispers, hand pushing back her hair and Mason noticed the small gash to her head, and she noticed his eyes looking at it. “Don’t worry about it, it’s over, it’s all over. The police got him.” She takes a step forward. “I don’t care anymore. I just care about you. So,” she takes a step forward, “will you,” she kneels down onto the wet ground, the grass quickly soaking up her trousers to leave stains of art upon, “marry me.” And just like that she presents him a black band. It was sitting perfectly between her thumb and forefinger and all Mason could still do was stare.

“It’s always been you.” She began, “we had the ups and downs, but I knew we would end up together…its only right. Well that is if you want to still marry me. If not I can-”

His lips were upon hers, her arse hitting the ground from the strong impact of his hands caging her cheeks to give her an overpowering kiss. He kissed her like she was the air he breaths, collecting everything she got with just a kiss. His lips then moved all over her face before landing back to her lips. His wet nose brushed against hers as they allowed the droplets of water fall from their noses to between their lips.

“I’ll marry you when you finally say yes to my proposal.” Mason chuckles against her lips and Y/n giggles along before looking at him softly, fingers brushing back his wet hair. He was holding himself up with one arm as he leaned across her legs that was kneeled up ever so slightly, the other hand was on her face, stroking her cheeks to keep his nerve that she wasn’t going anywhere.

She was here asking him to marry him.

“Ask me again.” She utters and he gives her a soft smile.

“Y/n L/n will you make me the happiest man on earth and marry me?”

“Yes.” She laughs before asking, “Mason Mount will you make me the happiest woman on earth and marry me?”

“Yeah.” He sniffles. “Yeah I really want to marry you.”

“Good,” she brushes her lips against his, “cause I really want to marry you too.”

And just like that they kissed once again, and they didn’t stop kissing as they laid down on the field where they lips told the other their own little love songs.

They kissed and whispered little love words between each kiss and Mason was sure to lay a kiss on the top of her head too where the injury laid.

Mason stood up to slid his ring onto his finger, “Your ring is at my house,” he simply tells her, grabbing her hand to hold and Y/n’s heart almost exploded at the feeling of his ring – his engagement ring – pressing against her skin. “Lets get somewhere warm, Mrs Mount.”

“Lead the way Mr Mount.”

And they were going to have a June wedding.

A/N: AND THAT IS THE FINALE OF UNREQUITED LOVE - im going to miss Ian the most - thank you all for the love and support you gave this series and I can’t wait for all your thoughts, comments, love and support you bring to the works of this year - I’m actually sad that this is over as i had so much joy in bringing this idea to life - even if it broke me at times - but once again thank you for everything you gave this series and i cant wait to bring more works out this year :)

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princessdemo · 3 years

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The gang sleepover. - mason mount and declan rice!

HII! SORRY FOR NOT UPLOADING IN AGES ( COLLEGE IS KICKING MY ASS LMAO ) ENJOY :))) demo 💓💕💗💓💕

You had finally decided that you was due a girls night out since the euros. Being a mum to a 4 year old without your husband for 6 weeks, was hard work. Repetative tantrums and whining was doing your brain in, constant headaches and tiredness. So when the text message in the “Football Gals!” groupchat, that they were planning to go on an evening out. It was something you knew for sure, you could not decline.

Mason was more than happy to spend some daddy-daughter time with his little one. It had been more than needed. The minute he found out that you was going out with some of his teammates partners, he immediately thought of what his little one had said to him the other day..

“Can I have a sleepover with Ro Ro soon?” Mariposa said, pushing her toy car down the corridor. “Soon baby.” He replied with a nod.

It only called for a team- Mount & Rice sleepover.

Mason had told you about his plans for this sleepover, which you hesistantly agreed too. Him and Mariposa winning you over with puppy eyes. He assured you that him and Declan had everything under control, with Mariposa’s strict routine. And yourself and Dec’s partner had nothing to worry about, that’s what you thought.

Friday night came round shortly, despite you feeling the days going incredibly slow. You wore a black dress with heels, knowing they would end up coming off at end of the night. You made your way downstairs, greeted by your loved ones.

“Woah, look at you, sexy thing.” Mason greeted you, earning a blush. You made your way over to him, wrapping your arms round his waist whilst pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you, babe.” You smiled. Pressing a few more kisses to his lips before making your way to gather your jacket and bag. You grab your items, calling for your daughter who sprints towards you- given that you had scolded her many of times for running so fast, your motherly instinicts worrying for her safety.

You pick her up, holding her on your hip and giving her a tight cuddle. She presses little smooches to your face, causing you both to laugh from the tickling sensation. You play around for a few minutes, before being interrupted by the door bell ringing.

Mason unlocks the door, greeting Declan, Lauren ( Dec’s wife ) and their 4 year old son Roman. Mariposa jumps down from you, as you straighten your dress from any creases. She runs over to Mason, jumping up and down- showing off her excitement. She has been very keen for this sleepover, having not stopped talking about it.

You all said your goodbyes, giving Mason and Mariposa many kisses and cuddles. You and Lauren head out the door, making your way to meet the other girls as Mason closes the door.

Let the fun begin!

“Hi Ro Ro, have you seen my new pink car? Or my dollies house? Wait, what about my Chelsea teddy bear?” Mariposa grabs Romans arm, rambling down the hallway to her playroom. Mason rolls his eyes at Declan, his daughter can be a little too crazy sometimes.

The two kiddies play for a little bit, pushing cars along the playmat and building huge Lego towers. Roman becomes a little bored, deciding he wants to show his new football tricks off instead.

“Mari, I want to show you my football skills. My daddy taught me.” He says, dropping his toy car to the floor and running into the lounge where Mason and Declan were sitting. Mari follows along behind him, little footsteps tapping along the floor.

“Daddy! Daddy! I want to show Mariposa the football skills you taught me. Remember?” He shouts, lots of excitement to finally show someone who is not his dad or mum his new found skill. Declan looks at Mason for confirmation to go outside who nods his head towards the door, standing up and grabbing Posies hand.

The gang head outside after putting their shoes on, of course. Mass enthuisiasm from Roman who is grabbing a ball ready to show off his new talent. Everyone stands back as Roman dribbles the ball before kicking it in the goal. He shouts a “Yay!” as everyone claps at his trick.

“That’s my boy!” Declan smiles, ruffling Roman’s hair. “Gonna be like daddy in no time.”

“My turn!” Mariposa exclaims, grabbing the ball and placing it by her feet. She tries running with the ball and dribbling just like Roman but sadly fails, finishing by tripping over. Mason runs over to her to check she’s okay, bringing her back onto her feet and smoothing her jeans.

“That’s not fair! How come Roman didn’t fall over.” She whines, stomping her foot on the ground. A pout rests on her face, as the others let out quiet giggles at her reaction.

“It’s not funny!” She cries, eyes beginning to gloss. Mason picks her up to try and prevent a meltdown. He looks at his watch, checking the time before coming up with another idea to distract.

“I think it’s time for pizza!” Mason looks at Declan, who shakes his head nodding. The kids run inside, Mason and Declan following.

Mason orders the pizzas over the phone, 3 large pepperoni’s ( 1 for mase, 1 for deccers and 1 for the kids! ) to share. They gather the plates and untensils, ready for their feast. The minute the pizza arrives, the kids rush to their seats. Ready to devour the goodness.

After eating the pizzas, (the boys decide it is probably best to save a few slices for you.) they go upstairs to get the kiddos ready for bed. This task not running as smoothly as they planned.

“Daddy, i’m wearing my Chelsea kit to bed!” Mariposa decides, looking round her room for the items. Mason sighs, thinking she was going to put her fluffy rabbit pyjamas on. He knows if he suggests putting on the pyjamas he was holding, she would throw a tantrum and tell her mummy tomorrow. Mason just wanted to prove to you that he was capable of having ‘gang’ sleepovers with no troubles.

After dressing Mariposa in her little Chelsea kit with ‘Daddy 19′ on the back, the pair headed downstairs to meet Declan and Roman. Roman had also chosen to wear his daddies team, West Ham United’s kit. Mason and Declan showing signs of jealousy, wishing they could join in wearing football kits.

Mariposa and Roman play for a little bit, while Dec and Mase talk about their upcoming England game. The two loved spending time together with their kids, something they had always wanted since they were teens. They also loved listening in on their little rascals conversations, wondering what goes through their 4 year olds minds.

“My daddy said Chelsea is the best team ever. They win everything.” Mariposa empathically talks, focusing on attaching the next Lego block onto the house she was building.

“Well, my daddy is the captain of his team!” Roman hits back, voice becoming louder, he stops with his Lego. Thinking about what he could say next, as Mariposa argues back.

“My daddies team has better players! and he got a shiny medal last week!” She shouts proudly, being the biggest little fan of Chelsea.

“My daddy said your daddies team has rubbish fans! and my dog Raffa said that too!” Roman fires back, going back to playing with the Lego. Mason and Declan hear the up-roar of the youngesters. Pissing themselves at the argument. They have their moment, before jumping in to resolve the conflict.

“You two! It doesn’t matter whose teams better or what Raffa said. We all love each other right? football is just a game for fun!” Declan calmly approaches them, ready for them to fight back.

“No daddy!”

“No Uncle Deccers!”

“Why don’t we watch Minions! On the sofa!? hmm?” Mason cuts in, just as the little ones whine. Thankfully this suggestion changes the mood, the kiddos having a sparkle in their eyes, running off to get comfy on the sofa.

The gang of 4 tuck themselves up on the sofa, pillows and blankets placed all round them. Minions had been selected on the TV, engrossing them all. (Dec n Mase even couldn’t take their eyes away!) The lights had been dimmed into sleeping mode, hoping that this could be the solution.

Around 40 minutes in, both the kids were out like lights. Chests rising up and down, teddies tucked into their sides. Mason and Declan were too, fighting for sleep. Eyes begining to close more and more frquently.

As your Girls night comes to an end, you message Mason and Declan on the ‘Gang Groupchat’ checking in to see if everything is going running okay. You grow confused as to why neither of them had replied, concluding that maybe they were busy with the little ones.

You and Lauren arrive back at yours, unlocking the door to pitch darkness. You stroll into the living room, flickering the light on and seeing your two ‘old’ babies cuddled with your two ‘little’ babies asleep. Both of your ovaries bursting at the sight. You could of cried out of cuteness. The little ones wrapped up by big fluffy blankets and lanky arms. What more could your hormones want?!

“Should we go back to the club for another hour?”

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allthemenofmydreams · 3 years

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Reading Fanfics About You

“Babe, what are you doing?”

“Nothing, just reading fanfiction about you”

“Abou who?” he asked while sitting next to me.

“About you,” I said, lifting my eyes from my phone and looking at him.

“Oh, really? People write about me?” he was confused.

“Yeah, there are some good ones”

“And what are these about?” he said, laying his head on my legs.

“Oh! You don’t want to know”

“Please, tell me. I’m curious” He sat up to get a better look at me.

“Well… the one that I was reading... was a smut one” I blushed. We’ve talked about many things, we don’t hide anything and don’t feel ashamed, but this time I felt embarrassed.

“Why are you reading it? When you can have it, I mean like actually have me… in real life” he raised his eyebrow and gave me the look that we both know pretty well.

“‘Cause you're not always here, so I have to distract myself when you’re not around,” I sat on his lap and put my arms around his neck.

“Well… I’m here… what about making your fanfic reality?” He looked at me and then kissed my lips.

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ningwrld · 2 years

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had a midterm today T_T i think it went well but i was truly nervous about it. i read all of your requests and they're all amazing! i'll be working on them tonight after studying a little bit but in the middle time you can keep sending them in! i write for mason mount, declan rice, ben chilwell and jack grealish! wish you all the best <3

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digitaldiarystuff · 4 months

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hey babes, I’m having a problem with coming up with ideas and I’ve asked and asked and asked but no one gave suggestions so i thought maybe i should ask in a post.

I need:

player name + trope + genre

(Jude + fake relationship + fluff etc.)

please please send me these because i need my inspiration back🥺

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emwritesfootball · 3 years

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Cooking with Mase | Declan Rice

Description: Declan gets jealous when he thinks the reader and Mason are secretly together.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: just some pining and a little angst before a happy ending

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One more hip bump from Mason followed by a giggle from her and Declan was gonna lose it. When his roommate and England teammate had suggested having her over for an evening of cooking, Declan had quickly agreed. What he hadn’t agreed to was watching Mason flirt with the girl he liked while the two of them chopped onions and sautéed chicken for whatever meal they were making - Mason had told him what it was but Declan had forgotten it the moment she had walked into the room carrying all the ingredients, all smiles and hugs for Mason.

“Chop those veg wrong and Declan won’t wanna date you,” Mason joked, earning himself a glare from you as you pointed the knife at him.

“C’mere,” you replied, grabbing Mason’s wrist and pretending to place it on the cutting board. “Surely you don’t need your hands for football.”

“Hey! I need these hands to satisfy women - you can’t cut them off!”

“Ridiculous.” You rolled your eyes as you continued to chop the bell pepper before adding it to the rest of the sauté.

“Declan’s been watching us all evening,” Mason murmured, and you resisted the urge to turn around and confirm the statement. “I think he’s jealous.”

You snorted, stirring the chicken and vegetables as directed. “Yeah, right. You’re gonna give me false hope, Mount, and I’d rather just live in my little fantasy world.”

Mason shifted, grabbing the spoon from your hands for his turn. “Yes but what if your fantasy could be a reality?”

“What fantasy?” Declan asked, appearing out of nowhere. He glanced from you to Mason and you looked away, unable to meet his gaze.

“Nothing,” you stammered, turning back to the food. “Just Mason being Mason.”

“That’s not true and you know it,” Mason replied but he decided not to press the issue.

“I hate you,” you said with no malice in your voice.

“You loooove me,” Mason singsonged back, bumping your hip with his.

Declan barely contained his rage, opening the fridge to grab something to drink as he seethed. “Just let me know when the food is done.”

“What’s his problem? He’s been grumpy all night,” you muttered as Declan retreated to his room.

“Told ya - it’s because of you and me; he thinks we’re flirting.”

You swatted Mason with the dishrag, smiling when he yelped and jumped out of the way. “And I told you to stop lying to me.” You bit down on your bottom lip, contemplating your next move. “Do I go follow him or is that too much?”

“Go,” Mason said softly, all jokes aside. “We’ve gotta let this simmer for a few minutes anyway.”

“Okay,” you said hesitantly, your heart in your throat as you made your way over to Declan’s room. “Dec?” You called out lightly, knocking on the door jamb. “Mind if I come in?”

Declan looked up, his eyes meeting yours. You clutched the neck of your beer bottle for moral support as you walked fully into the room after he nodded. “What’s wrong? Get tired of Mase’s flirting already?” It was meant to be a joke but it came out more like a sneer and you started to regret following him.

“I- no. He’s not flirting with me.”

“Right, I forgot. He’s just making you laugh and being your friend,” Declan said sarcastically, taking a swig of his own beer.

“He is just my friend, Dec.”

Neither of you said anything for a moment and you took the opportunity to look around his room. You hadn’t missed the strong masculine smell that engulfed you the moment you walked in, but everything was in its place. His sheets looked crisp and clean, part of you wanting to know what they would feel like on your bare skin, but you squashed that thought.

Declan said your name, bringing you out of your thoughts. “What?” You asked, knowing you’d missed something.

“I said ‘did you need anything else?’” Declan repeated himself, clearly annoyed.

“I guess not,” you sighed, giving him one last longing look before returning to the kitchen and right into Mason’s arms. “You’re wrong - he hates me.”

“You’re wrong - he just wants you but doesn’t know what to do because he thinks we’ve got something.”

“We’re just friends who bonded because we’re from the same city; how does he not get that?”

“Because he’s jealous.”

“Well, he needs to figure out his feelings and express them before I decide to date you out of spite.”

Mason took a step back, his hands up in surrender. “Whoa whoa whoa, you’re leaving me out of this. I’m just here to help the two of you get together, not for fake-dating fodder.”

“You start this mess, you gotta help me finish it, Mount.”

“I will do no such thing.”

The timer went off and the two of you set to work putting the finishing touches on the meal before calling out to Declan that dinner was ready.

Mason maneuvered it so Declan had no choice but to sit next to you and you weren’t sure if it was a good thing or bad thing, deciding on the former when Declan’s knee brushed yours as he sat down. “Don’t you wanna sit next to your girl, Mase?” Declan asked, and you could practically feel the anger and challenge radiating off him in waves.

“Nah, she’s not mine anyway. I’ll let you sit next to her.” Mason grinned, his gaze vacillating between you and Declan. He forked some food into his mouth, moaning with delight. “Damn, this is good. She’s a good cook isn’t she, Dec?”

“The two of you make a good team,” was Declan’s answer, and you felt a sense of loss as he pulled his knee away from yours.

“Just give it up, Mase,” you sighed, your appetite gone. “Just stop.”

“I want my friends to be happy, is that a fucking crime?!”

“It is when he’s not interested!” You shot back, forgetting Declan was right there. “I want him and he clearly doesn’t want me so just give it up already!”

“What?” Came Declan’s incredulous voice next to you.

“Nothing, just forget about it,” you muttered derisively, sticking your fork into your food and chewing so you didn’t have to make anymore conversation.

You got up abruptly when you were done, grabbing your stuff as you debated whether or not to leave just yet. “Can I talk to you?”

“Why, Declan?” You sighed defeatedly. “I’d rather not.”

“Mason told me everything.” Your blood ran cold as you stared at Declan and he continued, “I’m sorry.”

Your stomach sank and you knew where this was going. “Don’t be. I came here under false pretenses - serves me right for not handling my feelings like an adult.”

You tried to sidestep him but Declan was fast, blocking your path. “You didn’t let me finish,” he mumbled, his gaze intense as he stared down at you. “I’m sorry I ruined our evening. I really thought the two of you were flirting and I was jealous. I thought you liked Mason because the two of you hit it off so quickly and you barely gave me the time of day; I didn’t realize it was because you felt the same way about me.” His expression softened and he reached out to touch you.

Your heart beat rapidly in your chest as his fingers made contact with your skin. You sucked in a breath, your gaze flicking up to meet his. “I do,” you whispered, stepping into him. “Are you gonna do anything about it?”

Declan’s tongue peeked out to wet his bottom lip and your eyes tracked the movement. He leaned down, his nose brushing against your cheek as your lips met in a perfect kiss. Your hand came up to press your palm to his chest as your other gripped the back of his neck. His hands slid up your back, exploring your body as he kissed you senseless. You moaned in his mouth, your tongue tangling with his as he deepened the kiss.

“Fuck, why did we wait so long?” Declan groaned, his eyes half-closed as he rested his forehead against yours.

“I’m not the one who thought me and Mason were dating,” you teased, giggling as you kissed him again.

“Don’t worry, I plan on making up for lost time,” Declan rasped, tucking your hair behind your ear as he leaned in for another kiss.

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England Diaries: Arrivals

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summary: you work as a photographer for the england team when they return to camp for the nation's league fixtures

notes: photographer!reader x mason mount (slightly)

a/n: this will be a series based on photos posted by the england social media accounts so hopefully it will be updated regularly.

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↳ kalvinphillps surely I'm the winner with my dimples 😁

↳ yourusername a very close second I would say ...

↳ kalvinphillips I'll take it

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declanrice mason's gone now 😂

↳ masonmount replaced just like that huh😐 I'll remember this

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kalvinphillips why does mason get two photos and the rest of us get one? 🤔

↳ johnstonesoffical some of us *cough cough* didn't even make it on the page smh

↳ declanrice looks like y/n has a little crush on mace 😉

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jarrodbowen buzzing to be here 😀🏴

↳ declanrice proud of you brother ❤

↳ westham 😍😍

jackgrealish glad to be back with the boys 💪

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the-offside-rule · 1 year

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Jordan Henderson (Liverpool) - Emergency?

Requested: by anon

Prompt: 23 - "I just want you to ask politely."

Warnings: smut, oral (male and female receiving) fingering, riding, cursing

Jordan had been sat on his phone during his lunch time. He had been scrolling through twitter, Instagram, everything! He was still vividly bored. "Alright, everyone to the pitch in the next ten minutes!" One of the coaches announced. Jordan groaned. He was too bored to even train. Just as he was going to turn his phone off, he got a text from his fiancée, Y/n. He quickly opened it and his eyes went wide at what he saw. A photo of her, in red lingerie. It hugged her figure perfectly and Jordan quite frankly couldn't bare to imagine her all by herself at home looking that good. He read the text under the photo.

Kaylee is at her grandparents, care to join me ;)

He needed to get back home, he just had to. It had been ages since they had done something and it wasn't everyday their daughter Kaylee wasn't home. He looked around for the big man himself, finally seeing him walking out the door to the training pitch. He shoved his phone into his pocket and ran after Jurgen, calling him as he did. "Hey, Boss!" He shouted one final time, grabbing the German's attention. "Jordan? Are you alright?" Klopp asked, confused as Jordan's lips had parted and he had looked shocked. "Yeah, yeah, Kayla is just sick. Have to go pick her up since the missus is out of town." Jordan said, quickly putting his phone away. "Is there no one else that can pick her up? Maybe her grandparents-"

"She's being brought to the hospital." He said quickly. Klopp nodded, confused about the whole story but not questioning it. "Well, I suppose you have to. I'll let the coaches know you won't be making it." Jordan nodded and chewed at the inside of his lip. "Can I go now? It's kind of urgent-"

"Yes, yes of course! Go!" Jordan ran off the training pitch and out towards his car. Others on the team swore he had never ran as fast. Oh but only if they knew why he was running. He'd probably never driven as fast either. He pulled into the pebbled driveway, a loud crunch coming as the car came to a halt. Y/n sat up in the master bedroom, peering out the window with a smirk on her lips. She lay herself on the bed, beginning to scroll through her phone. She listened as the front door swung open, followed by it closing and loud footsteps up the stairs. "Y/n! Where are you?" She turned onto her side and smiled as he practically busted through the door. "I was starting to wonder if you would even show up." She grinned. Jordan bit his lower lip as he looked the goddess of a woman up and down. "See something you like?" She asked, tracing imaginary circles around her exposed hip with her finger. Jordan couldn't speak, all he could do was nod. "I can't hear you." She sat up and leant back. Jordan sucked in a sharp breath. It wasnt often he was lost for words, so this was a good sign. "Is this for me?" He asked. She smiled and finally lay on her back. "Only if you ask." He scoffed. "I don't ask-"

"Well, I just want you to ask politely. I'm sure I can do everything you do all by myself while you go back to training." He wasn't that desperate, was he? Maybe he was. Fuck. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh. "Please." She grinned and nodded. This was all Jordan needed to climb onto his fiancée. He traced his large hands over her torso. "I've seen this somewhere before." He whispered. "Mmh, nice to know you remembered our anniversary." He chuckled and began peppering kisses onto her hips, a sigh leaving her lips. "You're delicious." He whispered in between kisses. "I qould fucking devour you." She sat up and looked down at him. "Then do it."

In one swift movement, Jordan bit her red panties and pulled them, before letting them go, the sound echoing through the room. His fingers hooked either side of the pants and pulled down and threw the now useless piece of clothing to the side. His kisses continued up until he reached her breasts where he left lilac bruises on each. Jordan pulled her down towards the edge of the bed, their hips meeting. A wild grin appeared on his face as he saw his fiancée laying before him, all for the taking. "What do you want me to do, Love?" He growled, untying his trousers. "Whatever you want." She said, near a whisper. He lifted his shirt over his head, revealing his toned torso. Y/n's mouth watered at the sight. "Like something you see?" He asked. She could only bite her lip. "When's Kaylee getting home?" He asked. "Coming back in an hour." He groaned. "Not enough time but I'll work with it."

Jordan slid the lingerie to one side, his fingers lingering over her entrance. "Can you not tease, this one time?" He chuckled. "I'll try this one time." His lips latched onto hers as his fingers explored inside of her, scissoring and massaging as they did. Moans escaped Y/n's mouth, her head falls back and her fingers grip the covers. "Is it alright?" Jordan asked through a coarse voice. She couldn't speak, her mouth agape. "I'll take it as a yes." Y/n felt an all too familiar feeling buikd up in her belly. Her hips grinned against Jordan's fingers, her hand gripping his wrist. He simply sat back, watching her come undone and whispering sweet nothings to her. "That's it, love." He whispered into her hair. Her nails dug into him wrist leaving white traces in his skin. Jordan peppered kisses onto her cheek as she steadied her breathing, a smile resting upon her face. "You alright now?" He asked, pressing on final kiss onto her temple. She nodded blissfully; the best was yet to come.

Jordan untied his Liverpool joggers to reveal his erection, restrained by his underwear. Y/n sucked on her lower lip as she gazed at it. Her hand reached to touch it, but Jordan reached for her wrist to stop her. “Now, now, darling. Ask and you shall receive.” She scoffed. “You’re too needy to wait for me to ask, baby.” He grinned and reasoned with himself in his head before he lowered himself down to kiss her lips once again. She was so held up in the pure filth happening that she didn’t notice him pulling his boxers off. Jordan’s fingers tangled in Y/n’s hair before he pushed into her, her breath hitching. A hiss left him as Y/n gripped onto his shoulders leaving visible nail marks. Without much more warning, he began his long and deep thrusts. Y/n’s head flew back in pleasure, sinful noises escaping her lips as she did. All the while, Jordan continued nipping at her neck, the love bites now looking darker.

Y/n’s head was clouded. This was pure ecstacy. Curses tumbled from her lips with each thrust. “Fuck, faster baby.” she managed to say. Jordan sat up straight, holding her hips for stability. Y/n lifted a leg, resting it on Jordan’s shoulder. It was heavenly but the sounds coming from the room suggested otherwise. She felt her second climax coming. “Jordan-” she mewled. “I’m close.” In just a few thrusts, Y/n climaxed a second time, loud and harmonious moans cascading from her lips as she did. He helped her ride out her orgasm, and slowly but surely, she had rode it out.

As Jordan pulled out, Y/n reached up and kissed him. In one swift movement, she stood up and pushed him onto the bed. He looked up, shocked but impressed by the woman’s strength. “Let me help you finish.” Her eyes were darker, more cat-like than anything. It wasn’t his precious Y/n anymore, it was something far more dangerous. Jordan watched her grab a hold of his cock, then licking the head. He bit his lip to hide his excitement but it was far from secret. She took his cock into her mouth and began bobbing her head up and down, her eyes still locked onto his. Jordan felt his head fall back against the headboard as his fingers found their way through Y/n’s hair again.

Soon enough, he was close himself. With each stroke, his groans grew louder and turned into moans. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” he muttered, just loud enough for her to hear. Y/n detatched her lips from his and climbed up to hold onto the headboard before lowering herself onto him again. His hands kneaded the flesh on her hips, his hips coming to meet her as she bounced back down. "Fuck me." He whimpered, the grip tightening, leaving very visible finger marks. His thrusts became sloppy, s did Y/n's; a third orgasm was on the horizon. She quickened her pace and soon enough, Jordan found himself hitting his own climax, loud breaths for air the only thing that could be heard, Y/n not too far behind. Y/n climbed off her boyfriend and lay down in his arms, his fingers delicately drawing invisible shapes on her skin, all the while pressing soft kisses on the top of her head.

"I should probably get cleaned up before we're caught." Y/n said, sitting up to head to the bathroom. She turned and kissed Jordan before she did so. "I love you, you know." Jordan said, completely mesmerised by the woman he was lucky to one day call his wife. "I love you too." She replied as she closed the bathroom door behind her. Jordan heard his phone buzz on the floor. He reached down, trying to grab it and after a few failed attempts he had it. He looked confused as he turned on his phone and seeing dozens of messages from the Liverpool group chat. Something big must have happened. His confusion grew when he saw every player in hysterics and emojis all over the place. Y/n looked over to him, a groan then leaving his lips. "What is it?" She asked. Jordan handed her his phone as he covered his face. Y/n's face grew pink as she read the text.

The Gaffer: School doesn't start until next week

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