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daydreamingleclerc · 11 months

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well kept secret // reece james au

in which, y/n chilwell and reece just love soft launching their relationship.

includes; mid-size!reader, model!reader, chilwell!reader,

disclaimer: pictures are not mine. most pictures are from @mayandnate / @mayridts / @nathannyuts / @reecejames on instagram. all credits to original owners.

ynchilwell

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ynchilwell soph x yn. swimwear and exclusive lingerie (in sizes xxs-5xl😉) dropping 12.06.23 !! thank you sophia for letting me collab w you 🫶🏼 love you always my soul sistaaaa

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sophiaamelia mein schatzi! i had so much fun with you 🫶🏼

reecejames are you doing men’s sizes?

ynchilwell no🤔unless you can rock into a zebra print bikini?

reecejames i can rock anything 😎

chilwellsiblings yn making plus size lingerie & swimwear with sophia?? oh now this is worthy of a novel peace price

ynchilwell 🥰🥰

benchilwell put some clothes on 🫤

ynchilwell block me 👍🏼

reecejames ✔️

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reecejames good to be back at the bridge 💙

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chelseafc 💙

masonmount come on the boy 💙

ynchilwell finally! it was getting boring without you

benchilwell well. that’s rude.

reecejames she’s not wrong. i bring the fun😎

laurennjjames 💙🙏🏼

ynchilwell

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ynchilwell wearing one of my fave lingerie pieces from my ameliabysoph collection 🫶🏼 yn x soph swimwear & lingerie comes out in less than a week !!

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ameliabysoph 😍😍😍😍

sophiaamelia wow wow wow wow

ynchilwell that’s what i say when i see u

benchilwell what’s the smile for 🤔

ynchilwell my cameraman was cute

cobhamsfinest hm…

chilwells what

cobhamsfinest i sense that yn is becoming a wag…

reecejames ✔️

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reecejames ibiza ❤️

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chilwellsiblings yn’s in ibiza too!

chelschamps yeah. with her brother

chilwellsiblings still a little suspicious…

laurenjjames 💙

reecejames 💙🙏🏼

kaihavertz and you didn’t invite me 💔💔

masonmount or me 💔💔

reecejames private invite boys 🫣

masonmount yeah. i bet it was😉

cobhamsfinest WHAT DOES MASONS COMMENT MEAN

masonmount 🫣🤷‍♂️

ynchilwell

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ynchilwell off the grid

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sasha_rebecca you’re the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen 😍

ynchilwell likewise 😍

ashtonwood i fancy u

ynchilwell i fancy u more

benchilwell no creds for the photographer ?!

ynchilwell u don’t deserve my credit

cobhamsfinest she’s either dating lauren or reece. don’t ask me why… i just sense it

chilwellsiblings she’s just come out of a long term relationship 🫤

cobhamsfinest and one of the james siblings was there as her shoulder to cry on 🤔

reecejames ✔️

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reecejames heart eyes

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benchilwell cutest pup i’ve ever seen bro

cartiamallan ouch

ynlookbook pretty sure that’s yn’s vintage gucci jacket on the radiator 👀

masonsreece why do all the chelsea players have the same house

reecejames we actually live on the same street, call us the muppets🤣🤣

kaihavertz woof woof

ynchilwell

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ynchilwell soph x yn. out now.

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benchilwell who takes all these pics of you

ynchilwell i actually am legally obliged to not answer that question

sophiaamelia EEEEEEEK !!!!!!!

ynchilwell same x

ynlookbook oh now this 😍😍

jsamodelagency 😍😍

ynchilwell ❤️

reecejames now you can’t tell me i wouldn’t rock this

ynchilwell … i don’t know if i should answer that

cobhamsfinest you and reece think you’re so slick 🤣🤣

ynchilwell wdym? reece is a man. men stink

reecejames ✔️

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reecejames thanks for a great season, blues. sorry to end it on such a bad note. we go again in august. now to relax 💙

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chelseafc see you after summer break, reecejames 💙

reecejames 💙

benchilwell barbados time babyyyyyyyyyy

kaihavertz where was my invite 💔

masonmount got lost in the post x

reecesmason the tattoo i’m losing my MIND

havertzlover don’t tell yn reece has posted a shirtless pic she’s gonna end up posting a thirst trap

cartiamallan and why not 👍🏼

laurennjjames ❤️

ynchilwell

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ynchilwell could stay in barbs forever 🫶🏼

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ynchilly are we just completely disregarding the shadow kissing picture ?!?!

ynchilwell i have no idea what ur talking about

cartiamallan it’s actually me she’s kissing fyi

ynchilwell thanks for clearing that up x

mountsgirl yn do you think we’re thick we know that’s reece you’re snogging

sophiaamelia LOOK AT YOU

sophiaamelia oh man oh man oh man

kaihavertz are you okay schatzi

sophiaamelia do i look ok

reecejames what a delightful pearl necklace

ynchilwell ofc you’d say that.

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she-lives-in-her-dreams · 1 year

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Swipe City Chapter 5:Dating with a Twist

Disclaimer: I do not know any celebrities in this story. I’ve been super sick for a week; thus, this is not proofread. I’m not from nor have been to London; so, I apologize if I use American terms when writing a Brit character.

Please let me know if you guys have any interest in this story continuing. I’m not receiving a lot of feedback and feel like this story is a bit of a flop.

@mountpulisic @mllynne @luminous-99 @alwaysclassyeagle

Christian is nervous–no, he is beyond nervous. A level of nervousness that he doesn’t know how to describe in English nor in German. It’s Wednesday and in exactly 30 minutes, he is going to be sitting in a small, local pub with Y/N for a lunch date. He is mentally trying to prepare himself for any reaction she may have to his identity.

In a flat across West London, Y/N is nervously fixing her makeup and trying not to vomit. It’s out of character for her to go on a date with man she has never videochatted with much less never even seen pictures of. The thought runs through her mind to cancel the date and ask for a videochat before rescheduling it. The notion disappears as quickly as it appeared–the move to London had been one she promised herself would be about adventures and a fresh start. A clean slate she knows has to include some risks that are out of her comfort zone. Besides, if Chris–hopefully that is his real name– is a serial killer, she did activate her location on her phone, has a secret code arranged with her friends back home, and an agreed upon check-in time.

The 30 minutes past quickly for both Christian and Y/N, and before either knows it the pub is in their views. Y/N arrives first–always one for arriving early to avoid having to approach her dates. She chooses a corner high-top table and quickly texts Chris where she is seated. The pub is not busy at all which makes her sigh in relief and give thanks that Chris asked for a lunch date rather than a dinner when the evening crowd would surely have overwhelmed her senses with all the noise.

Christian arrives at the pub exactly 5 minutes before the arranged time. He checks his phone and finds a missed text from Y/N with information about their seating arrangement. Christian clutches the bouquet of tulips tightly as he pulls the pub’s entrance door. His coffee colored eyes search the corner high-top tables for the lavender sweater y/n said she would be wearing.

The instant they land on the woman in the corner’s lavender sweater, his eyes still. Her head is tilted down looking at her phone. Before Christian can even process what is happening, his feet have moved him across the pub to standing in front of y/n. He clears his throat to get her attention and when her eyes lift to meet his own, Christian feels his breath catch. He has always believed that no matter the color of someone’s eyes, you could tell a lot about the person just by looking into their eyes ; and in this moment, all Christian can tell about y/n from her eyes is that he never wants to stop looking into them.

Y/N hears the clearing of the throat and looks up. In front of her is an absolutely breath-taking man. His boyishly handsome face with the shy smile and dimple cause her heart to race. For a second, there are no words spoken. Christian clears his throat again and forces himself to speak.

“Hi, Y/N. I’m Chris.” The shy smile never leaving his face.

Y/N stands to greet him but hesitates awkwardly. Does she give him a handshake? A hug? What is the tradition for dates now? God, she hates dating.

Christian makes the decision for her as she speaks her name by moving closer and opening his arms for a gentle hug. After several phone conversations and hours of texts, he feels that he knows y/n and a hug is the only acceptable greeting for someone he already feels safe with.

Though the hug is short, it is warm and soothing to both. As the two separate, both recognize the noticeable loss of warmth and comfort.

“It’s really great to meet you in person. I hope you don’t mind, but I remembered you saying you loved these; so, I picked these up for you.” Christian says shyly as he hands y/n the flowers. Her smile widens– she mentioned these flowers during their second conversation when he was trying to figure out which flowers to send his mother for her birthday.

“Wow, Chris! That is so thoughtful of you.” Y/N tries not to gasp–a man significantly younger than her put more effort into their first date than any other man had during a committed relationship.

As the date progresses, Christian realizes the pub is becoming busier. He tries not to panic and attempts to calm himself by remembering he doesn’t get recognized as much as Mason or Reece especially when he is out without them. It’s not that he wants to lie to Y/N, he just knows he wants to tell her in his own nonpublic way.

Christian feels a sense of relief when it is not until y/n is in the restroom that he is approached by an older man asking for an autograph and picture for his young grandson. The interaction is swift and when the man sees y/n approaching the table again, he thanks Christian, winks at him, and promptly walks away. Christian thanks his God for this small miracle.

“It’s getting to be a bit late. Unfortunately, I need to go back to work.” Y/N says with a sigh. It was the one part of a lunch date that had made her hesitate– she had to come to the date in her professional clothing and was limited to a few hours before she would need to return.

Christian smiles a bit sadly. “I hate that it has to end so quickly, but I understand not everyone is off today like me.”

After beckoning the waiter over and handing him his card to pay for their date, Christian swallows the lump forming in his throat. “I had a really great time and would like to see you again, if you are open to it.”

Y/N feels the heat in her face. “I would love to see you again.”

After receiving his card and helping y/n to put her jacket on, Christian escorts Y/N out into the chilly weather to catch her waiting taxi. Already anticipating her next move, Christian rushes around Y/N to open the taxi’s door and help her into it.

Feeling somewhat empowered by the man’s consistent gentlemanly ways, Y/N leans over and presses a soft kiss to Christian’s cheek as she enters the taxi.

“Let me know when you are available.” She whispers after thanking him again for the date.

As the taxi pulls away, Christian touching his kissed cheek, a man steps into his peripheral vision. The man begins to speak causing Christian to turn his head in the gentleman’s direction.

“Son, you have the same look on your face that I had when I met future wife, when my son-in-law looks at my daughter, and when my son looks at his wife. I hope it works out for you because I would love to say I witnessed the first date of Christian Pulisic and his wife.”

Quickly recognizing the man as the guy from the bar who asked for the autograph and photo, Christian responds nervously.

“She is great, but was it really that awkward and obvious it was a first date?”

The grandfatherly man laughs. “You are standing in the cold holding your cheek from a little peck. I think that makes it obvious. Good luck on Sunday, Pulisic. I’ll be cheering for you in more than one way!” The man continues to laugh as he walks away leaving Christian with a glowing red face.

Christian touches his kissed cheek again and thinks how much like a romcom this is turning out to be.

#football imagine #football x reader #christian pulisic x y/n #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic fanfic #mason mount x oc #reece james #reece james x reader #soccer fanfiction

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countrymusiclover · 2 years

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THE TERMINAL LIST Trailer (2022)

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Hi readers if I wrote a book for The Terminal List would people read it as an x reader with James Reese (Chris Pratt)

Would anyone be able to help me with a storyline because I have only seen the series on Prime Video??? If so let me know in the comments

@legendary-raptor-trainer @cashwheelersgirl89 @bigbendyhorns

#Youtube #the terminal list #james reece x reader #james reece #chris pratt #help me make this an x reader fic #send any suggestions to my ask box #wattpad fanfiction #comments really appreciated

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football-and-fanfics · 2 years

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Two players have been added to my Who I Write For list. They are: Reece James and Fabio Carvalho.

You can now make your requests for them (or for any other of the players I write for😉😉) through this form

#reece james #fabio carvalho #football imagine #football blurb #football fanfic #football fanfiction #footballer imagine #footballer blurb #footballer fanfic #footballer fanfiction

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overleftdown · 3 months

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angsty farleigh start blurb

hello hi fanfiction! mostly character study with a lot of sad hehehah. what else would one expect from me!

There are things that Farliegh took for granted. 3 months after leaving Saltburn, he realizes that money isn't really one of them.

Instead, he finds himself folded over a mug of lukewarm coffee at 2am, staring down a collection of postcards mounted on the far wall of his local diner. He had just finished working a double, unwilling to decline an offer that would bump both his pay and reputation. Farleigh has 8 hours until his next shift. He's staring at a postcard from Greece, a name hastily penned onto the front; the edges are worn, and the corners bent. He's wondering what's written on the side pressed to the yellowing popcorn walls. Almost absentmindedly, he lifts the rim of his mug to his lips and thinks, I wish I told them how much I wanted to see Mykonos. The coffee is bitter.

It becomes a constant, after that. Walking through the American snack isle and passing his favorite cereal brand, thinking I wish I had told them how good Reece's Puffs were. Catching the eye of a boy around his age with a piercing through his left nostril, thinking I wish I told Felix to get that one. Going, alone, to a movie theater and thinking I wish I told Venetia that I loved Rocky Horror Picture Show. On and on it went.

I wish I told them I saw the Grand Canyon, and that it was so gorgeous I lost my breath. I wish I told them that I always preferred white wine over red. I wish I told them that my silk bedding was so my hair wouldn't dry out, tangle, or tear. I wish I told them about the friendship bracelets I once made for us; that I kept all three in a box under my bed. I wish I told them I was scared of being insignificant. I wish I told them that I missed my mom and dad, that I'm farther from myself every day, that I might hate myself despite my arrogance.

Farleigh has spent his life hiding. There were dinner party invites that didn't extend to his father, yet somehow included him. Farleigh remembers sitting secluded, for once wishing he kept his hair short. Older women who wanted so badly to be young, gravitating towards him with greetings like "You're Frederica's son! I always wondered what you'd look like. I never expected a handsome young man like yourself." And the men; rough yet unworn hands that sometimes gripped the nape of his neck. "You're unique, Farleigh. It's hard to find someone who looks quite like you. You're maturing quickly." On and on it went. Despite the itching, Farleigh never cut his hair short. The Cattons would ask him why he insisted on such messiness, contrary his otherwise sharp fashion. Silk pillowcases. Five shampoo bottles, an array of hair creams--all kept out of eyesight. Better to let them believe his hair was a casual affair, and intentionally so.

The cocaine had been the least of his hidings (and look where that landed him). People are always sequestering the sunburnt, raw-rubbed, defective pieces of themselves. The things they so desperately clung to, bad habits like a bright red blemish on a ledger, or a lifeline. The first time Farleigh saw the inside of a teacher's lounge had been 30 minutes past the final bell, with a head of tangled hair that he had styled perfectly just 7 hours ago. He remembers accepting the offered cup of tea and thinking Felix won't notice I'm gone. He had told Felix what he did that evening, anyways. This, Farleigh had never thought to hide. Better not to. Better to tell Felix, who was so prone to flippancy, that he would do anything for a good grade.

"What, you're that shit at school, mate? Jesus. You better not tell anyone; you'd get ousted in days." Felix had said, a painful looking blush to his face. They had only been 16, after all. "I mean, seriously! I never took you for a pillock." At that, Farleigh had raised his eyebrows skeptically. There are some things that were abundantly clear. Uncle James had insisted that Farleigh required a higher education than whatever American dumpster he would be learning his times tables in, and the rest of the Cattons had quickly glued themselves to the idea. They liked to think that they were saving him from stupidity.

In the end, it had been Felix who told someone Farleigh's secret. Namely, his new friend that had been sitting in Farleigh's seat for the last 2 weeks. After countless meetings and scoldings, and significant attempts to publicly humiliate him, Farleigh was sent back to Saltburn before his transfer. When Elspeth and James asked, frantically, what Farleigh had been thinking, he had told them that he needed a better grade. They'd just have to try harder to save him. In truth, there were some things that never really went away, like a teachers lounge and a fresh cup of tea. Something secret, something just for him.

The things that Farleigh insisted on hiding were good things, already half-stained by the bad. A family photo album inside of a shoebox inside of a pillowcase inside of a duffel bag under his bed, next to the ornate little chest where he obviously kept his drugs. Photo strips, polaroids from New York City, his mom's peach scented powder blush, his dad's discarded tie clip. If you keep what really matters just far enough to the side of what people consider a secret, they'll never look any harder. Farleigh has always believed that your worst mistakes only marginally define your humanity. Really, it's what someone loves, isn't it? It's who they would change for. It's who they would make bracelets for.

Back to the diner, back to the present, back to a time and place where nobody really cared to distinguish a secret from a statement. Back to the postcard from Greece that Farleigh wants to rip off the wall, just to read what is obscured. Saltburn was so large of a life that it was impossibly surreal, too many millions of dollars past tangibility. Whatever was written on that postcard was touchable. A small piece of an even smaller existence. Farleigh was terrified of what it meant to be alive. To stash pieces of himself in dark places like stowaways on the Titanic. To carry what was left after the rest capsized.

I wish I'd given them those bracelets. I made them so they'd think of me, even when I wasn't there.

#farleigh start #character study #saltburn #op is losing it #farleigh omonomnomnomnom

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penguintransporter · 3 years

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After Hours (Reece James imagine)

Another imagine from the prompts list. This one was requested by someone who wanted to stay anon, using the prompt: “Hey, uh, would you want to get a coffee with me, maybe?”. This is my first time writing about Reece, so I apologise if there are some misconceptions or something like that. Hope you like it, and yeah, that’s all from me.

The sound of the rain outside was just a distant melody as she let her fingers hover over the files, colour-coded and sorted alphabetically inside a drawer of a large file cabinet in front of her. A cup of tea rested on top of the wooden furniture, on a Chelsea FC coaster that looked like it had been through hell and back more than once. Behind her, on the desk that was littered with papers and binders, her laptop was idling closed with her notebook resting on top of it — way too many worn-out sticky post-its poking from the inside.

The entire building was quiet, and she wasn’t sure if she either hated it or loved it. She enjoyed the silence and the lack of chaos that usually filled the training centre, but she hated knowing that the quietness was due to the fact that it was too late; way too late for her to be there.

Still, there she was, filing and taking notes — the assignment she was due the following week barely started.

Yawning a little, she took another sip of her tea as she focused her eyes on the drawer in front of her again, trying to find the file that was labelled with Mateo Kovacic’s name.

When she was offered a one-year internship at the Chelsea FC medical department, she accepted it without hesitation, thinking that would be a breeze for someone with her merits and grades. She knew that it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for someone as ambitious as her, and to work alongside some of the best medics in the field was a dream for anyone pursuing a career in sports medicine — Chelsea fan or not.

The only problem was that the entire ordeal was all but a breeze, and rather a challenge which carried way too many sleepless nights, headaches and worries as she tried to juggle both the internship and her university duties.

And then, there was that silly, little crush she developed over the time for Reece James — cute guy with the genuine smile he flashed every time he’d see her in the corridors and training grounds.

With a small shake of her head, she smiled to herself at the mere thought of a boy whose presence warmed her heart and awakened the butterflies in her stomach.

Was it silly? Yes. Did she need it? Absolutely not.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she took out a file with a neon-green label, but before she could open it, she heard the commotion outside the office, and with a frown, she placed the file down on the top of the cabinet, carefully making her way towards the doors. She knew that it was way too late for anyone other than her and probably a janitor or two to be around, and she could feel her heartbeat accelerate ever so slightly.

Breathing out a breath she was holding, she opened the doors ajar — her body relaxing as her eyes met with the three very familiar faces; faces that were supposed to be at home, or whatever professional footballers did after their training was over.

Her eyes scanned over them — first at Timo, then at Mason before settling on a very distraught Reece who was shaking his wrist with a painful grimace on his usual radiant face.

“What’s going on?” she asked quietly as she opened the doors fully, stepping in front of them. She was still confused, but curious to know what had happened, and more importantly, why they were in front of her small office.

“I fell on top of him,” Timo quickly answered — slight German accent breaking through his English, making Mason laugh almost immediately as he clapped Reece on the back — the taller guy moving forward with a gasp.

“You did not fall on top of him, mate,” Mason exclaimed through his laughter, “you tackled him. Anyway—,”

“—I did not tackle him,” Timo interrupted, taking a defensive stance — his hands resting on his hips. “He just happened to be there.”

“You so did,” Mason countered back, “he was running, and then you—,”

She could only watch them as they stood in front of her, bantering, and she felt a certain pull inside her chest, and she couldn’t say if it was jealousy or something else. She knew that being friends with footballers was just a dream and something that rarely happened in real life, but she couldn’t help and hope for such an outcome when she started the internship. Ten months later, she was still just a random intern — awkward and a bit shy around the men whose names were more worth than everything she owned combined together.

Clearing her throat a little, she shifted in the doorway, feeling awkward for breaking up the silly banter that was going on in front of her.

“Sorry to interrupt, but Reece seems to be in pain,” she said with a smile, looking at the guy in front of her - his eyes darting towards where she stood, for a moment. Taking a step forward, she beckoned him to show her his wrist, and when he did so, she nodded with a smile. “Ah, it should be fine,” she whispered, “but come in, and I will bandage it up so that it doesn’t swell over the weekend.”

“Sure,” Reece nodded with a small smile before walking past her and inside the small office, followed by Timo and Mason behind him.

“Uh,” she started quickly, unsure on how to phrase her words, “the room is way too small for me, let alone four people. Mind if you guys wait outside? It’ll take a minute.”

Two young men grinned at her before leaning against the wall, and she could only smile back as she closed the doors softly before turning around to face Reece who stood mere a few steps away from her.

“Thanks,” he started, rotating his wrist a little — each movement making him wince.

“That’s why I’m here for,” she chuckled back, pointing at the chair behind him. “Take a seat, please.” Busying herself with looking for the bandage and the other tools she needed, she desperately tried to calm herself down — her nerves getting the best of her. To be in Reece’s company when there were other people around was one thing, but having him in close proximity and alone — it was making her more nervous than she could accept. “Let’s see,” she whispered softly, turning around and motioning for his arm as she moved in front of him.

“Do you like being an intern here?” he asked as she took out the bandage from its packaging — his voice quiet but curious.

She could feel her heartbeat picking up its pace, and she smiled as she slowly started to wrap the soft bandage around his wrist, making sure to be as gentle as possible.

“Yeah,” she admitted, giving him a small glance, and she couldn’t help but notice that this was the first time that she was actually able to look down at him. “Too bad it’s only two months left. I already got used to all of this.” He was watching her intently as she talked — his eyes never leaving her face, and she hoped that the heat from her ears wasn’t spread to her cheeks. “There,” she added after a minute of quietness, grinning as she clipped the bandage in place. “You should be fine by Monday, but make sure not to stress it too much.”

With a grin, Reece gave her a nod as she went to collect and store away the tools, putting them in a small, blue kit-box. “Any plans for the weekend?” he suddenly asked, and she stopped, both surprised and unsure if she had heard him right.

“Oh,” she started, trying to stop herself from stammering, “nothing really. I will study, I guess. I am not big on social life lately,” she added, taking a step to put the tools away.

Reece was quiet for a second before nodding slowly. “That’s not fun,” he answered as he started getting up. “No boyfriend to hang out with, then?”

“No,” she quickly fired her answer, feeling her stomach tighten. “I don’t think I have time for a boyfriend.”

Reece was quiet for a moment, before straightening his back full and making his way towards the doors — the only sound in the room the ticking of a clock above the door.

“Well, I don’t have any plans this weekend, either. In case you are wondering.”

Slowly, she turned her head around in order to face him only to find him smiling at her — one hand reaching towards the door handle. She was feeling her throat tightening and if she wasn’t blushing before, she was definitely doing so that very moment as they looked at each other.

He still had the warm smile dancing on his lips, and she felt the nervousness fill her out, making her drop her gaze to her shoes.

She heard him exhale softly, and when she looked up again, his back was facing her as he pulled at the handle, and before she could stop herself, the words escaped from behind her closed lips. “Hey, wait, uh— would you… I mean you don’t have to, but would you want to get a coffee with me, maybe?”

Shyly, she took a step back, feeling the heat overpower her as she leaned against the desk as Reece looked at her — the soft smile once again playing on his lips. “I’d like that,” he answered, “but only if you make time for few more in the future.”

She couldn’t help but grin at him — the blush spreading freely across her cheeks. “I’ll see what I can do.”

#reece james #reece james imagine #reece james oneshot #footballer x reader #football fanfiction #reece james fanfiction #footballer imagines #football imagines #footballer fanfiction #chelsea fc fanfiction

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maseshine · 3 years

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𝗗𝗔𝗬𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧, 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 ━━━ 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘

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ੈ♡‧₊˚ ❛ 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦.⌇☀️¡

━━━ Hey loves, coming here to post my first fic about the football world.

━━━ This fic is inspired by "daylight" song by boss taylor swift.

━━━ It will be a very cute fic and with lots of honey, our main couple is an absolute excess of cuteness. So be aware of that already.

━━━ Be aware that none of this has any connection with reality, apart from references to games that will have as well as f1 races. Otherwise, it's okay from my creative mind. Some personality traits don't refer to real people.

━━━ I hope you like this new project and stay here with me.

━━━ I know I put a fixed faceclaim, but feel free to read as you imagine.

━━━ Welcome to Daylight.

ੈ♡‧₊˚ ❛ 𝗦𝗬𝗡𝗢𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗦.⌇☀️¡

WHERE VIOLET FIND OUT THAT LOVE IS LIKE DAYLIGHT.

❛ I thought love would be black and white. But it's golden. I thought love would be flaming red. But it's golden. Like daylight. ❜

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imaginesxthevamps · 3 years

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Can you do an imagine where George and the reader get into a really really bad argument that she runs away for a few weeks until George finds her and makes it right

A/N: I decided to finish the NHC requests I still have in my inbox, I hope you enjoy! x

Always gone | George

It's one of those evenings where you are sitting alone at home, bothered George isn’t here with you. He has been your boyfriend for over a year now but the last few months he spends more time with his friends than with you. You’ve already said that to him a few times but every time he comes up with another excuse. You’re tired of this fight, it’s like you’re the only one fighting for this relationship as it seems like it doesn't matter for George.

It’s 3 am when the front door opens, the sound of it wakes you as you decided to go to bed when it was 2 am. Annoyed you get out of bed and make your way to the living room where George sits in the couch to untie his shoelaces.

“Did I wake you up?”, he asks innocently.

“Of course you did, it’s three in the morning!”, you accuse him.

“I’m sorry, I was with…”

“Reece and Blake and it got late, that’s an old one George”, you end his sentence before he can.

“Babe, can we talk about this tomorrow?”

“So you can have the night to think of another excuse, I’m sorry but no we can’t, it’s now or I leave”

“What? Why?”

“You’re my boyfriend George, aren’t you supposed to spend time with me? I’m not a clingy person but we haven’t spent time together in months, we even didn’t have sex in months god George, what are we?”, you out your frustrations of the last few months.

“I know but we’re writing an album, this will be over soon”

“another excuse, when are you going to stop coming up with dumb excuses that I have to believe! Oh God, I can’t handle it, I’m out of here”, is the last thing you say before you storm out of the house and into your car and start driving without thinking.

You don’t know where you’re going but everywhere is better than in that damned house with a boyfriend that only has attention for his friends. It’s so how you end up in London at a friend’s apartment.

“Brad, can I stay here for a while I can’t do this anymore”, you ask your friend when he opens the door.

“Of course, come in”

He lets you in and hands you a cup of coffee and a blanket as you were still in your pj’s.

“What happened?”, he asks and you tell him everything, not forgetting one detail as George really hurt you. You know you could trust Brad and nobody would think that you would be at his place as you never really meet up with him, you only talk with him backstage at concerts when the two bands have a show at the same festival.

“He is being an asshole but I don’t think he is cheating. When I see him and you’re not there he brags about how amazing you are all the time to everyone.”

“But why is he avoiding me then?”

“He isn’t, an album is a lot of work and I think he is just losing himself into it”

“But I can stay here right?”

“Of course, as long as you want but eventually you have to talk to him”

You promised yourself you would be staying at Brad’s house for only a few days but a few days became a week and a week became weeks. You avoided every call from everyone, you had to think and with everyone giving their opinion you wouldn’t have the chance to think for yourself. Brad respected your opinion and told nobody about you staying at his, he didn’t interfere in your business. It is hard hiding you for everyone as he can’t invite people but he tried. Everything went well until today when both bands had a show at the same festival. The topic changed to you very fast as George was really worried about you.

“What if she is in danger? Or maybe worse?”, George says.

“Don’t think like that, she just needs some time”, Bailee, Blake's girlfriend says.

“She is fine”, Brad says, realising that wasn’t so smart.

“How do you know?”, George asks and with that, everyone looks at Brad.

“I don’t know, but I think she will be fine”, he tries to save himself.

“Brad if she is with you, you have to say that”, Reece tells him.

“When someone is asking if they can come over, you’re saying every time that you’re busy, nobody has been at your place for weeks, are you hiding her?”, George accuses Brad.

“Fine! Yes, she is with me, she asked me if she could stay and I said yes”

“So you choose her side?”

“I’m choosing nobody’s side, she asked for a place to think and I gave it to her. She was so hurt that George didn’t spend time with her anymore, she wanted to break up with him but I said she had to take some time and she asked if I could not tell it to everyone”

“I’m going, I have to talk to her”, George says and starts walking away.

“George”, Brad tries to hold him back but he’s too late, George is already out of the room.

***

You hear knocks on the front door of Brad’s apartment when you step out of the shower. It can’t be Brad or anyone else because they are all at the show. You bind a towel around your body to open the door.

You’re surprised by the person who stands there. You expected everyone but him.

“George”, is the only thing coming out of your mouth.

“Y/N, I need to talk to you”, George says with a hopeful face.

You let him in, only realising you’re still in nothing than your towel when you’re standing in front of him in the living room.

“I’m so sorry, I’m sorry for not spending time with you. I only realise now how caught up I was in making the album. I didn’t realise how you were feeling and that was wrong”

“I’m glad you realise now, I was just really feeling alone all those nights, I was missing you. I’m sorry for running away but I needed to think”

George takes a step closer to you and takes your hands in his. “You’re not breaking up with me, right? Because… I love you”

He rests his forehead against yours, waiting for your answer, looking straight into your eyes.

“No, I wanted that at first but that was because you hurt me. I love you so so much George”, you say and connect your lips with his for an intense kiss, a kiss you haven’t had in months. Slowly he takes the towel off your body and throws it somewhere in the room, leaving you naked. Both of you stumble backwards until you fall into the couch. “I missed this George”, you say out of breath.

A/N: Hope you guys liked this :)

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daydreamingleclerc · 2 years

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instagram files: unhinged - instagram AU

this is just a little joke of an instagram files for me and (some of) my moots to laugh and fantasize over, if any of my moots who aren’t included want to be included let me know and i’ll do a second part😼

in which, the football players & their girlfriends are all one group of unhinged chaos.

@judeswhore is leigh, @reecejqmes is tabs, @neverinadream is beth, @princessdemo is demo & @plutosluts is carson & i’m emi (just incase any of you were wondering who was who)

DISCLAIMER: i don’t own the rights to any of this content. all photos were found on pinterest.

leighbabyy & judebellingham ✔️

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leighbabyy he will kiss me on the beach one of these days😡

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judebellingham there was sand in my hair i wasn’t impressed😡

↳ masonmount bet that wasn’t the only place there was sand 😼

↳ leighbabyy ur foul

↳ masonmount but correct?

↳ leighbabyy shut ur mouth now mason u big pussy

tabsbabyy u two are very cute

↳ leighbabyy let me give u a kissy kissy

↳ reecejames not if i’ve got anything to do with it

↳ tabsbabyy fuck off reece this doesn’t involve you

leighbabyy u are very pretty tho

↳ judebellingham as are you xx

↳ emibabyy the pair of you r pretty

↳ leighbabyy stop it you before i ask for a kiss x

july 14th 2021

reecejames✔️ & tabsbabyy

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reecejames my girl❤️

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tabsbabyy yours always ❤️

↳ emibabyy cringe

↳ leighbabyy cringe

↳ bethbabyy cringe

↳ carsonbabyy cringe

↳ demobabyy cringe

↳ masonmount cringe

↳ emibabyy shut up mason

carsonbabyy actually she’s mine u stole her from me 😃

↳ saidbenrahma11 … rude

↳ carsonbabyy but correct ❤️

↳ tabsbabyy i’m still yours reece is just a placeholder x

↳ reecejames wow… nice to know where i stand…

masonmount he’s finally gone and done it👀

↳ emibabyy only because you made him 😊

↳ demobabyy i’m sensing some animosity

↳ emibabyy he’s in the doghouse tonight for being a little bitch 😊😊

↳ tabsbabyy keep him in there don’t be shy ❤️

july 16th, 2021

bethbabyy & cmpulisic ✔️

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bethbabyy date night ❤️

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emibabyy christian looking like a snack 😋

↳ bethbabyy as always 😍

↳ masonmount emi i’m right next to you

↳ emibabyy that seems like a you problem

↳ bethbabyy mason theres enough christian to go around x

cmpulisic 😍😍😍 you’re my favourite

saidbenrahma11 why are you eating dinner in the jungle 🤔

↳ bethbabyy christian wanted to eat with the tigers xx

↳ leighbabyy wanted to show off his tattoos n tha

july 20th 2021

trentarnold66 ✔️ & demobabyy

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trentarnold66 look at how pretty she is 🥰

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demobabyy i love you ❤️

↳ trentarnold66 i love you more ❤️

↳ carsonbabyy what about me demo😡

↳ demobabyy i love you too ig x

leighbabyy demo is now officially part of the hot and sexy wag club x

↳ demobabyy omg thank you i’m flattered x

↳ tabsbabyy we meet every week and discuss how sexy we are x

↳ bethbabyy and emi discusses her sex life

↳ masonmount her very good sex life 😼

↳ carsonbabyy we’ve heard different but keep flattering yourself bro x

↳ masonmount i know you’re lying

emibabyy nothing but respect for my troy and gabriella ❤️

↳ demobabyy oh my god

↳ trentarnold66 i cant tell if i’m happy or offended

↳ demobaby mf you better be happy

↳ emibabyy trent i’ll kick ur ass if you’re not happy about that

july 25th 2021

carsonbabyy & saidbenrahma11 ✔️

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carsonbabyy saïd wanted to say hello 😍

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bethbabyy there they are 😍😍

tabsbabyy do u two hotties have room for one more x

↳ carsonbabyy yes we do

↳ saidbenrahma11 no we don’t actually

↳ reecejames saïd’s right no they don’t

↳ tabsbabyy fuck you

emibabyy mom & dad <3

↳ carsonbabyy correct <3

↳ masonmount emi i thought we were mum and dad

↳ emibabyy we’re the MILF and DILF mason theres a difference

↳ saidbenrahma11 you two always have a habit of ruining the moment

↳ carsonbabyy you have no idea

saidbenrahma11 hello 😍❤️

leighbabyy hot

↳ judebellingham i know i am but look at them x

↳ carsonbabyy you ruined it

↳ judebellingham i know x

july 28th 2021

masonmount ✔️ & emibabyy

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masonmount not the first time we’ve been in this position on holiday

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emibabyy i hate you

↳ masonmount no you don’t stop lying

↳ demobabyy she does actually x

↳ bethbabyy it’s true she does she told me

leighbabyy you two r foul

↳ masonmount so?

↳ leighbabyy might as well post a porno at this point

↳ emibabyy don’t give him ideas

↳ masonmount i already have them😼

↳ tabsbabyy mason can you stop being horny for five fucking minutes

↳ masonmount nope never gonna happen 😊

leighbabyy jude why have you liked this post🤔

↳ judebellingham 😼😼 you know why

cmpulisic what would you of done if anyone saw you?🤣

↳ masonmount carried on 😼

↳ emibabyy i wouldve killed him actually

↳ reecejames god you two are fucking foul

july 31st 2021

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she-lives-in-her-dreams · 1 year

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Swipe City

Disclaimer: This is fiction. I do not know any celebrity appearing in this story. It has been years since I have written anything; so, please be kind. Also, I have no idea how to make any type of masterlist or hyperlink additional chapters on here; so, if you do happen to know, please let me know. :)

Warnings: Mention of Age Gap (All parties are of legal age; OC is older), Female pronouns used (purely because I’m female and using some of my life experiences as inspiration.)

The silence of flat in mid-January London is bothersome. Usually, this type of silence is like a warm hug away from the chaos of his lifestyle, but tonight, Christian Pulisic wants nothing more than to hear the patter of another’s feet coming toward the couch with some coffee and a gentle cuddle.

It’s been a long week of doctor’s appointments and meetings with the Chelsea staff to determine the plan in caring for his injury. He knows he should be happy that ‘at least two months’ is not replaced by ‘career ending’, but right now, he wants someone special to hug him and tell him that even if it was ‘career ending’, he would still be important. His family has conveyed this to him from an ocean away, but his desire is for the support that can only be given by someone who has chosen to love you rather than having to love you.

With a sigh, Christian opens the app Mason had suggested last week.

‘A dating app.’ He thinks begrudgingly. As a busy man and an introvert, he knows this is his best shot in meeting someone to commit to, but God, does he hate the damn thing. Christian hates the idea that he can’t meet someone at school like his parents or through friends like Reece had. He knows it’s in part due to his high-profile job and in part due to his personality –can’t meet someone if you don’t particularly like leaving the house.

With yet another sigh, Christian begins completing the profile.

Name: Chris Lives: West London Occupation: Personal Trainer Age: 25 Looking For: Monogamy, Committed Relationship Kids: Doesn’t Have, Wants Kids Religion: Christian Smokes: Never Drinks: Occasionally Born: United States Introduction: Hi, I’m Chris. I moved to London from the U.S for work. I’m interested in meeting someone who shares my belief in family first. I like reading, animals, and quiet nights in.

Near the end of the profile, a question catches his eye. The app wants him to indicate an age range for his potential matches. Christian hesitates. He doesn’t think dating younger is a good idea after his last relationship turned sour from the discovery that she just wanted his money to party and shop. Christian considers for a moment the issues with dating older. They could have kids, but hey, he loves kids and eventually wants them. He knows that they could be more mature than him and he might seem childish to them, but maybe dating an older woman could help him learn something about himself. Besides, Mason has already told him that his own experience with dating older women was great because they knew what they wanted and weren’t usually bothered by the constant travel of their job. Christian looks at the age range once again, takes a deep breath, and selects ages 25-35.

Next, he selects the pictures for the profile. This part aggravates him to his core and causes some regrets about his tattoos. Christian can’t just select pictures of his back to the camera with his arms showing, because any fan will identify him from the images on his skin. A face picture is simply not an option. Christian thinks back to what was on Mason’s profile and begins to emulate it –images of a sunset, a picture of the ocean from his vacation, that random book he has been reading, and a picture of his favorite beer. It’s not the greatest curated group of pictures, but it’ll have to do.

Once he completes his profile, Christian rechecks for any identifying information and pictures that would suggest who he actually is. He feels slightly bad that he has lied or shifted almost all of his information, but Christian knows that if he wants to find someone serious about him, he has to make sure they aren’t around him for his job or money.

After completing his profile and closing the app, Christian says a quick prayer for the right one to be out there for him then ventures upstairs to the bathroom with a hope of washing off his loneliness.

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