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[the-offside-rule]

Declan Rice (Arsenal) - Triumph

Requested: yes (THIS WAS REQUESTED IN LIKE SEPTEMBER IM SO SORRY IM ONLY GETTING AROUND TO IT NOW)

Prompt: just cute girl-dad Declan

Warnings: none tbh

The sun was setting over the Emirates Stadium as the final whistle blew, sealing Arsenal's victory and clinching the Premier League title. Declan Rice, clad in the red and white of his beloved club, couldn't contain his joy. He hugged his teammates, exchanged high-fives, and then spotted his wife, Y/n, and their adorable daughter, Lily, waiting for him on the pitch. Lily made her way quickly to her father who in turn was running towards her with open arms. "Daddy!" She squealed as he neared her. "Oh my darling, how are you? Did you see that? We won!" Declan exclaimed as he scooped up his daughter, who was wearing a tiny Arsenal jersey with her name printed on the back.

Y/n smiled, her eyes sparkling with pride. "We saw, didn't we, sweetheart?" Declan looked up and pressed a gentle kiss onto his wife's lips. "Ah, I love you." Declan sighed as Y/n reached around his neck. "I love you too. I'm so proud of you." Lily tugged at her dad's jersey and pointed towards the shiny trophy the players had been going around with. "Do you want to go see it, darling?" Declan asked. Lily nodded enthusiastically as the trio made their way towards the other players.

As they approached, Kai and Martin had turned and hugged Y/n, talking with her briefly as Declan held onto Lily. All the while, Lily couldn't take her eyes off the trophy gleaming. It only took a minute or so for Declan to notice her and he chuckled. "We'll get a photo now, okay?" Lily gasped. "Yes!" She exclaimed, making the other players laugh alongside Y/n. "Sorry lads, I'll have to borrow her for a quick photo and you can have her back." Declan smiled as he turned towards the photographer.

Lily giggled and clapped her hands, her cheeks flushed with excitement. She reached out towards the gleaming Premier League trophy, her tiny fingers almost grazing its surface. "Not yet, Lily. Let's take some photos first." Y/n said, pulling out her phone to take a photo of Declan and Lily first before quickly running back to get a photo. Declan grinned and posed with his family, the trophy gleaming in the background. Lily squirmed in his arms, eager to explore the pitch. "Okay, okay, darling. Let's see what you've got." Declan chuckled, lowering Lily to the ground.

Lily toddled off towards a group of other players' children, her Arsenal ball bouncing happily beside her. Declan and Y/n followed closely behind, enjoying the celebratory atmosphere. "Y/n!" She turned to see Kai's girlfriend Sophia walking towards her with a smile upon her face. "Sophia! Did you grab a photo with the trophy yet?" As they mingled with other families, sharing hugs and congratulations, the crowd suddenly erupted into cheers. Declan and Y/n exchanged puzzled looks, then turned to see what had caused the commotion.

Their hearts swelled with pride as they watched Lily, determined and focused, waddle towards an empty goal with her miniature football. "She's going for it!" Declan grinned from ear to ear, his chest swelling with love for his fearless daughter. "Go on, Lily! Shoot!" With a determined kick, Lily sent the ball rolling into the net, her face lighting up with joy as the crowd cheered just as loudly as if her dad had scored the winning goal.

Y/n and Declan laughed as they watched Lily get closer to the fans with her arms held high just as her Dad would have done, followed by her falling to her knees in an attempt of a knee slide. "She's her father's daughter." Y/n joked, wrapping her arms around Declan's waist. Declan hugged her tightly, his heart overflowing with love for his family. "We need to get her into football properly." He murmured, pressing a kiss to Y/n's forehead. Y/n hummed in response. "Maybe she'll even put you into retirement." Declan rolled his eyes playfully. "I'll be long gone by then. I'll be in a rocking chair beside you watching her from the living room." Y/n rubbed his chest as the walked towards Lily on the far end of the pitch.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the stadium, Declan, Y/n, and Lily played together, basking in the warmth of their shared victory. For in that moment, they were not just celebrating Arsenal's triumph, but also the joy of being champions together.

[football-and-fanfics]

Breaking Point - Mason Mount & Declan Rice

Who: Mason Mount, Declan Rice Prompt: Receiving (online) hate Requested by: anonymous Word count: 720 Warnings: mentions of mental struggle and receiving hate.

I need to see you.

Declan stared once more at the WhatsApp message he had received from Mason that morning. He had offered to videocall, but Mason had been adamant to make the drive from Manchester all the way up to London.

Declan frowned as he read those five words for the umpteenth time. It could mean anything, but somehow he had a bad feeling about this. He knew things hadn't been easy for Mason ever since his move to Manchester United, and he couldn't quite shake the feeling Mason had reached a breaking point.

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Declan raced for the door as soon as the doorbell rang. He had barely opened the door, when Mason already pushed passed him.

"I've had enough! I don't understand why people would do this? What's the fun in being so hateful?! Don't they understand that we're people, too, with feelings?" Mason rambled uncontrollably, gesturing wildly with his hands, and pacing up and down the hallway of Declan's house. Declan closed the door behind them and slowly turned around to Mason. This was even worse than he had expected....

"Mase, calm down." Declan tried to ease his friend. "It's alright, I'm here. Please, tell me what happened." Mason stopped and fell silent. His hands shook with emotion and his eyes were wild. "I need it to... stop." His voice broke. "What, mate, what?" Declan asked desperately. He wanted nothing more than to help, there was no doubt Mason needed him right now, but if he could only find out what had happened to send Mason spiraling so out of control.

Mason ran a trembling hand through his hair, looking more disheveled that Declan had ever seen him. He gulped for air a few times, before he finally pulled his phone from the pocket of his jacket. He tapped on the screen a few times and then held it out to Declan. "Read it." Mason's voice sounded strained, laden with emotion.

Declan took the phone from Mason a little apprehensively. He wasn't sure what he was going to see, but he was damn sure he wasn't going to like it.

The screen showed the DM section of Mason's Instagram. Declan slowly scrolled through it and felt himself get more and more nauseous with each message he read. All of them contained so much hate, threats and wishes of all kinds of diseases upon Mason, each as revolting as the next.

"Mate..." Now it was Declan's voice that broke. "This is... beyond vile." Mason hung his head, slowly shaking it. "I can't take anymore. I need it to stop." "We're going to think of something." Declan recollected himself. "We'll make a plan on what to do. And, for starters, you're going to stay here with me for the next few days." "I can't," Mason sniffled, "I've got training." "No, you don't," Declan said resolutely, "I don't care how many calls you have to make, but you're taking a leave of absence, at least until after the weekend."

Mason glanced up at Declan. The man he's known for so long, whom he trusted with his life, and who knew him through and through. "I mean it." Declan looked dead-serious. "I'm not letting you drive back to Manchester in your current condition. Hell, it scares me that you already did it once!"

Mason blew out a deep breath. His shoulders sagged and his entire posture deflated like a balloon. The idea of crashing at Declan's for a few days, away from all those horrible messages and negativity, actually sounded like a blessing.

"Thank you." Mason swallowed hard to try and keep his tears in. Declan closed the space between them, resting his hands on Mason's shoulders. "It's hard, I know, but we're going to figure this out." Mason sniffled softly, before he nodded silently.

"Come on." Declan slung an arm around Mason's shoulders and guided him to the living room. "Take a seat. I'll make you some tea, and we're just going to take it easy for a little while, get you calmed down."

Mason couldn't even begin to express his gratitude towards Declan. But that was how deep their friendship went. Even left unspoken, they knew they meant the world to each other and that they could always rely on each other, during the good times and the bad.

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[oh-saints]

can you do something similar to dad!ruben but for declan? i've been getting some hay fever since your last post of him playing with the kids yesterday

no waaaay me too anon it's seriously getting out of hand :((( i'll be so fucked if he truly joins arsenal bcs that'd be the end of me i swear

like you know he's so good with kids from countless interactions with his teammate's children and those kids on matchdays, so it doesn't surprise you when:

he asks the club so he can walk alongside your kid on every home matchdays

your kid's bit of an introvert, somewhat like you, so he always makes sure they're comfortable. including striking up convos with other kids present so they're no longer nervous

he holds your kid's hand, putting over the jacket if they're cold, or even hold your kid in his arm if they don't feel like walking that day

he always catches your kid after a match ends, nothing beats the feeling where he has your kid in his arms, safe and sound, no matter the result

eventho he's tired after a match, he always has time to run another lap with your kid so they can try to kick some ball on a real pitch (bcs they've been complaining your backyard's not big enough to play ball)

he always takes his family for a lunch or dinner (depending on the match's schedule) after a home match, it's now a tradition you're all looking forward too

your kid gives a knee support at every christmas because they don't want declan getting hurt while playing AND HE WEARS THEM WITHOUT FAIL

(request's still open & you can drop them here)

[digitaldiarystuff]

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.

[jesssssssssica]

For a request if you take them. Y/n win album and song of the year at the brits, and Mason is there to celebrate with you with Dec as well, just something after watching the brits tonight

i am taking requests & this is a cute imagine! also i’m sorry if this is not what you wanted/lives up to your expectations but i try my best! also keep the requests coming! i love them!

no fucking way.

i had just won my second brit award in one night, one for album of the year and the other for artist of the year.

“oh great i have to make another speech” i joked, the crowd laughing along with me.

“no, but on a real note, i’m grateful for everyone that’s stuck by me and all my drafts of songs and have had to listen to me sing the same words over and over again” i pause after the last sentence, my eyes scanning over the crowd looking for mason.

“i would also like to thank my rock. mason, you’ve been with me through thick and thin and i’m so grateful for that. you’re the second.. wait.. third most important thing to me, of course after these two awards but i love you so much. thanks to everyone who voted for me as well, i wouldn’t be here without you either, love you!”

i say my thanks and then leave the stage, making my way over to my beautiful boy who’s sat there smiling at me arms opening and enveloping me into a hug.

“my baby, my winner” he says into my hair.

“well done y/n” declan says from next to me, messing up my hair in the process as he pays my head.

“why thank you kind gentlemen”, i reply in my poshest accent “but i’m bored and in need of drink so how bout we ditch”

so we did.

and now we sat in the nearest club we could find drinking drink after drink, each one being dedicated to my nights success, not planning to stop until the sun rose the next morning.

“thank you guys!” i shout out into the club at declan and mason, pulling the latter into a quick and sloppy snog.

what a night.

[lxndonorris]

naughty one - Declan Rice

Y/N x Declan Rice Theme: Smutish (Teasing, Touching, mentions of alcohol, not too explicit) after winning the game, Declan returns home with a spicy confession x word count: 940+

It's way past midnight on this freezing Saturday night when you find yourself already lying in your bed, asleep. You tried your best to stay awake, your boyfriend Declan had a game this night, in which he scored a beautiful goal. However, after the game ended, and the adrenaline left your body, you felt even more exhausted than before. You texted him a long message, congratulating him, and telling him, you'd go to bed. He sent you a short voice mail, so happy, so excited, telling you it's fine.

Now, wrapped into your thick blanket, you lie in the bed sleeping when suddenly, you feel someone hugging you from behind. Obviously, it's Declan, who just returned home. You didn't even hear him coming, which means he tried to be extra careful. Sleepily, you turn around inside his strong arms and let out a soft groan when you stretch your legs. Without even opening your eyes, you can sense him. Just by his scent alone, a familiar sweet scent swirls around your nose, when he leans into you, kissing you softly. "Babe." You breathe into his mouth, tasting the beer he had for celebration on your tongue.

You slowly open your eyes to meet his soft gaze instantly, and a shy smile spreads across his lips. "You watched it." He says with a husky, rough voice. Nodding comfortingly, you place a hand on his face, stroking his cheek with your thumb. His skin is so soft, just like his beard, which barely tickles the tip of your fingers. "You did so well." You say, running a hand through his messy hair. Declan melts into your touch, enjoying every part of it. Just then, you notice him wearing nothing but a pair of joggers, with his bare chest exposed. "Declan." You say, placing a hand on his chest. "It's cold outside. Are you mad?" Weakly, your hand wanders across his skin, his pecs, down to his abs. His skin is cold, and instantly, a shudder runs down his spine.

"It's fine." He shakes his head, but you're not having it. "Come here." You say softly, lifting your arm including the blanket, inviting him to join you inside your warm cocoon. Grinning, he accepts your invitation without another thought, and wraps his arms around your body, while you steady yourself against his firm frame. For a few seconds, you stare into each other's eyes, before you kiss him again, softly, lovingly, and he lets out a soft, low growl in return. Then, you start to stroke him again, slowly, carefully even, with your fingertips dancing across his skin, his chest, and his abs once more. You like how well-formed his body is, after all that intense training, you can feel all of his muscles react to the slightest touch, and you can tell, he enjoys it too.

"Y/N." He purrs happily, closing his eyes for just a second before a playful grin spreads all over his face. "I've been naughty." Declan giggles under his breath. Something he'd always do, when he had indeed been a naughty boy. Tilting your head slightly, you narrow your eyes. "What did you do?" You say curiously, narrowing your eyes, knowing very well what he's willing to do for a little thrill. "After the game." He licks his lips, thinking deeply. "After showering." Declan giggles again, and you feel his hands stroking the small of your back. "What?" With his laugh being so infectious, you giggle as well.

"I wanted to change into new clothes, but…" He stops, and his eyes lock with yours. "But?" You smile in anticipation. "But, I forgot my briefs at home." Declan giggles, lowering his head, trying to hide his blushing cheeks. "No!" You mouth and he starts to move underneath the blanket. "Yes!" He lifts his head, unable to stop smiling. "Did you put on the other ones again?" You say, with the palms of your hands now firmly on his pecs, but he just shakes his head. "Nah, they were drenched, and through running that much, I couldn't." He bites his lower lip, and the two of you stop giggling.

For a moment, you lie there, with both of you not knowing what to say next. "So, what did you do?" You say, tilting your head again. Declan's grin grows even bigger, and his eyes start to shimmer slightly. "I'm not wearing any." He suddenly says, chuckling to himself. "Mhmmm." Suspiciously, you eye him, trying to figure out if he's messing with you. "You didn't." You say. He wouldn't have done that, would he? Running around just wearing a pair of trousers?

Without saying another word, but still grinning, he moves to take your hand. He takes your wrist, and leads your hand down his chest, his abs, along his treasure trail, and even further down to his crotch. Softly, he places your hand right on his dick, and you can feel that he's not wearing anything underneath. Gasping shortly, your hand lingers on his bulge. "I'm still so pumped from the game." He smirks, enjoying your gentle touch. "I can tell." You say, stroking him firmly.

Declan instantly melts into your touch again, moving his body even closer toward yours. You embrace his body, one hand on his chest, the other on his crotch, while he runs his fingers up and down your spine. "You're naughty, Declan." Patting his chest firmly, you lean in, kissing him again.

"Desperate times." He smiles contently, gently rubbing his nose against yours. For a while longer, you lie in bed, the two of you stroking each other, kissing one another, and cuddling together, until sleep finds you both.

[trentskiiii]

Regrets

HEY GUYS IM BACK! I haven’t written in a longggggg time bcs i didnt have any motivation and inspiration. Sorry if this is bad, hope it doesn’t flop xx

“So we’re over? Just like that?” You manage to say as your voice cracks. Tears start forming in your eyes. If you had known this argument would lead to the end of your relationship, you would’ve just kept your mouth shut. “I’ve had enough of your bullshit, y/n.” He says. Before trent leaves, you remind him, “just remember that you chose to walk out. Not me.”

You immediately broke down the second the door shuts. You were left all alone in your shared house. 3 years with the person you thought was the love of your life went down the drain within the span of 20minutes. You knew you should have just kept quiet. So what if he has been distant? Now he’s gone. Forever. And it’s all because of you. You blamed yourself for it and no one else.

After weeks of sobbing, you decided to go out for a walk. You rang your best friend mason. He excitedly agreed to meeting you at your house for a long stroll. You put on your leggings and a top that was obviously too big for you now, seeing that you had lost so much weight in your depressive state. Soon, mason had arrived.

“You know he still loves you right? He’s just stupid. Only he would manage to screw something like this up” mason said. You two were quite far along on your walk. “Mhm.” You mumble, not believing a word he said. You stopped walking and so did mason, confused. He looked at you. You could no longer hide the tears in your eyes. “Ahh y/n. Im so sorry.” He pulled you in for a tight hug. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world and you deserve the world.” He spoke into your hair as he gave you a kiss on your forehead.

A few weeks had gone by. You would be lying if you said you had fully forgotten about trent. But the truth was that you were still hung up on him. He was the love of your life. Suddenly, you receive a text.

*Please can we talk? I miss you so much, baby.*

You knew it was stupid to say yes. But a part of you needed to see him. Needed to feel his warm skin on yours. You told him to go over to the house and he did.

“Y/n. Im so sorry. I regret ever walking out. Please y/n, give me another chance?” He pleaded. “I missed you so much. You’re all ive been thinking about. You’re my entire world. I need you.” He continued. You didn’t reply with words, instead you pulled him into a warm and tight embrace. You loved how your arms wrapped around his slender waist perfectly, and how his wrapped your neck. “I love you so so much, T.”

I know this was bad but im out of ideassss plsplsplspls request and istg I’ll do it.

[macybeckham7]

Declan rice after the West Ham game seeing you get caught up in the mess and he gets involved/angry, then sees that your upset so he brings you onto the pitch and calms you down

As soon as the final whistle goes, there was a  commotion in the stand which he realised was where you were sitting for the match. He rushes away from his teammates and the celebration of getting to a final. A security guard instantly stops the West Ham skipper telling him to not get involved. ‘My girlfriend is there’ Declan shouts so he could be heard. He steps back and puts his hands up telling him he won’t do anything stupid. Once he was off guard Declan moves around him and darts towards the stand, he spots you in the middle of it, an ultra having a hold of you. He felt anger rupture in his chest, he doesn’t think he just acts and he gets involved and gets to you. He pushes a guy who was wearing a mask, things get heated between the two of them, he manages to get you away from it all. You were crying and hyperventilating, he scoops you up and gets you down to the pitch. ‘You are safe’ he whispers and kisses your forehead. ‘I’ve got you’ he says. Jarrod and Danny walks with you as they take you to the dressing room, you go to the doctors to check on your arm and to calm you down. Declan in the tunnel shouting at the captain of the other team and getting angry that something has happened and that you got caught in the middle, but then always that fans got hurt at a football match. ‘She is calmed and her wrist is bruised’ the team doctor says. Declan leaves Jarrod talking to the opposing team as he races to you. He holds your face in his hands and apologises.

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Why is he soooo fit 🤬🥵

[judebellswife]

Dad Mason or Declan please 🤗🤗 if Ines not the dad, then his the uncle 🤩🤩

POOH BEAR — Declan Rice

summary: when y/n and declan both kept their pregnancy in private and after giving birth, they decided to share their son’s daily activities on social media (p/s: y/n is mason younger sister)

warning: english is not my first language

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declanrice I know it’s a bit late to announce this news but my lovely fiancé y/n had gave birth to a healthy little boy, he’s 6 months old and his name is Bear Ewan Rice 🐻

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jeffrey_99 Welcome to this world baby Bear

hheq 🐻 hii

y/username hii my baby bear

masonmount ✓ I can't believe that my little sister and my best friend now have a baby together

declanrice ✓ You have to now 😏

benchilwell ✓ Baby Bear is here

judebellingham ✓ You are so lucky mate

declanrice ✓ Yea, SO SO SO LUCKY

england ✓ Congratulations @y/username & @declanrice!!

y/username Thank you 🙏🏻

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y/username My name is Bear, but mummy love Pooh bear so mummy and daddy use to call me Pooh 😁

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declanrice ✓ My son 🥺

y/username He miss you already dec

declanrice ✓ Oh no my baby 🥺🥺

y/username And i miss you too

declanrice ✓ I’m gonna leave everything and came home to you

herruow Awww

bellahadid ✓ Do you have any plan tomorrow?

y/username Yea we have plan tomorrow 🥺 why?

bellahadid ✓ Nothing, just miss you y/n

y/username What?! haha 😂😂

trww Look at his feed

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declanrice Morning with my two sunshine ☀️

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masonmount ✓ You and your wife and Bear hurry up, everyone is waiting 🐸

lukeshaw23 ✓ I can’t wait to meet Bear

benchilwell ✓ I'm busy today so I can't go out with everyone and Bear 😞😞

y/username Uh oh Bear is missing you too uncle Ben

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declanrice It was a fateful day the day i met y/n, even though she's Mason's little sister, I've never talked to her, but y/n made me happiest man than ever and now thinking back if i had canceled that interview then maybe I wouldn't have married her and maybe Bear wouldn't have appeared either in my life. How lucky i am

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erlkwe You’re so FUCKING handsome 🤌

slow_bit_by I wanna see your son face declan

declanrice ✓ Sadly that we decided not to show pictures of our son's face on social media, you know.. for privacy

declan_rice is there anyone here like me, i really adore y/n but i like to see Declan with h/ex/n more..

georginahelias i think y/n is the 3rd person, stealing someone else's lover

y/bff/n I wasn't supposed to say anything but I saw you guys commenting and talking about my best friend and her husband so I'll make it clear, looks like you haven't heard of Declan and h/ex/n broke up 2 years ago when y/n dated Declan and by the way, h/ex/n was really the one who cheated on Declan and only dated Declan for his money. Is it all clear now? 🙂

declanrice ✓ First of all, my wife is not the one who interfered in the love affair between me and my ex-girlfriend. It was me who realized that the love between me and h/ex/n was no longer the same, more specifically, i realized that she loved me not only for money but also for many other things (not in a healthy ways). Second, i started to realize my feelings for y/n was when I first met y/n 2 years after I broke up with h/ex/n… I never really wanted to talk about it on social media often to people we don't know, but the way you leave a comment about my wife like this, i’m really disappointed in you as a Declan Rice fan. I hope this is the first and also the last time I bring this up. I also hope you don't judge other people's private lives without really knowing it. Especially saying things that are not true about my wife as well as me and our families. Thank you! @declan_rice @georginahelias

y/username Awww thank you baby 🥺

declanrice ✓ y/n, you don't deserve this

weyygew Please read everything carefully before commenting 🙂🙂

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y/username Who is this???????

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hoskelsw Its Declan 🍚

y/username 🍚😂

nathanwood_ Y/n we miss Bear

y/username You guys don’t miss me??

jazbenham How was Bear? Is he cry alot??

y/username Nope he’a totally fine

jazbenham Phewww

benham_7 You and Rice make such a cute baby

y/username Haha 😆

ricedayandnight Declan so good looking, urghhh

theeeqob 😍😍😍

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declanrice Oops someone tired already 🥺🥺

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masonmount ✓ GUYS I’M BEAR EWAN RICE GODFATHER 😀😀😀😀

maceymason @hallofreddin Ahhhhh

freddenhwq Congratz @masonmount

sonnyperkins ✓ 😍😍

ricefan I see his face 😯

y/username Yea he having so much fun today

declanrice While Bear is sleeping, shouldn't we spend some time alone? 😎

y/username 😆 We shoulddd!!!!

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y/username He seems to have a hunch, so he woke up just as we were getting ready to go out for a romantic dinner.. but Bear is awake 😜

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declanrice ✓ So funny, when he woke up, he saw me he wasn't crying until he saw you 😂

iloverice The outfit 🥺 So adorable

joeyrewwini I'm so curious about some cute stories between you and Declan when you both start to date

uswithracgel Yea yea, do you mind tell us

tashlataaylor I wanted to know too

masonmount ✓ Me me me i wanna hear

y/username 🙄 Speaking of cute, sweet things he did for me, while i was dating Declan he did quite a lot of sweet things for me, I clearly remember that day we had a small arguments. I accidently yelled at him, but in the end he didn't get mad and he also cooked me a dinner… And he said to me “I know you're upset, so every time you feel that way, i will accept everything just to make you happy and i love you” and there’s time when we celebrate our 3 years anniversary, he ask me to have kids with him then i ask him “How many kids do you want with me in the future?”, he said “I personally want 6 kids with you and only you..”. That’s it

declanrice ✓ It’s time for us to make baby number 2

y/username Isn’t it too soon 😂😂

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declanrice Daddy Bear, Mommy Bear & Baby Bear… Welcome to the BEAR FAMILY!! Grrgg 🐻

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h/mom/n The caption is so cute 😂 Nanna Bear is here too 😂

y/username Ello there Nanny Bear

h/dad/n Oh ello there Nanny Bear, i’m Gramps Bear 🤜🤛

y/username So funny 😂😂

masonmount ✓ Gosh you’re such a big fan of Pooh Bear 🙂 Don't tell me my next niece/nephew name is Pooh?

declanrice ✓ She is gonna name our next child Pooh 🥲 but idk if ‘Pooh’ is its first or middle name…

masonmount ✓ Do anything to make her change her mind, plzz

benchilwell ✓ I mean Pooh is kinda cute

y/username Yea, only @benchilwell know me best

joeyrhejoejoe 😍😍😍😍

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[the-offside-rule]

Declan Rice (Arsenal) - Cupid and Psyche

Requested: yes

Prompt: meeting Declan at an art museum

Warnings: none

A casual Thursday in Paris for Y/n, the art student. When she decided to take a leap of faith and move to Paris, she didn't think it'd get her into such predicaments. Missing metros, causing arguments accidentally in street markets, meeting strange and exciting people. But this was life. It was going to happen to someone, it just so happened to be Y/n. Her parents implored her to stay close to home and study locally, but no. She had to go for her own sanity.

Now that leap of faith brings us to the louvre in Paris at half past two on a Thursday afternoon. She walked delicately and quietly around the famous museum with her headphones blocking out any sort of human distraction. The Mona Lisa; too busy. Medusa's raft; not as busy but it had been seen before. Her favourite piece was a marble sculpture, sculpted by Antonio Canova. It depicted Cupid reviving his lover Psyche with a kiss. Looking at it was tender, it was blissful. It made her believe in love and gave her hope that one day she would one day find someone that equally made her feel this way.

"I don't understand this at all." Y/n turned her head to the man beside her, looking up at the marble as if it were just another stone. "Then you've never experienced love." Y/n mumbled quietly, but not quietly enough. The stranger turned his head and his look of confusion stayed the same. "Excuse me?" He asked, his British accent clear and thick. "I said you've never experienced love. I like to think this depicts love in its physical form." She repeated. "And why is that?"

"Well, the story goes that Psyche-" She pauses and points to the woman. "Was so beautiful, that Venus herself felt threatened and decided to send Cupid to seek her revenge and to kill her." She explained. "And what about that screams love in its physical form?" The man asked even more bewildered than he once was before. "Well Cupid fell in love with Psyche and instead of killing her, he hid her away in his Palace to protect her. He then visited her each night and warned her to never look at him. Her sister however convinces her that Cupid must be a hideous monster so one night, while he is asleep,she looks at him and he leaves her for breaking their bond."

"Once again, I beg the question."

"Let me finish!" The man sighs and allows her to continue her story. "Distraught, she goes to Venus for help who sends her on quests to find her lover. For her last task, she has to go retrieve Propserina's beauty fron the underworld but opens it on the way back up and falls into a lifeless sleep. Cupid then finds her and returns the beauty to the box and kisses Psyche, granting her immortality so they could be married as equals." The man nodded and looked at the marble again, this time taking in the story and understanding the meaning differently. He appreciated it more and she could see that. "That's a beautiful story." Y/n nodded along and smiled as if she had seen the sculpture for the first time. She looked down as she caught a glimpse of a hand in front of her, before she turned and saw the man smiling at her. "I'm Declan, by the way." He said. Y/n took his hand and returned the smile. "Y/n."

"Lovely name. You from Paris?" He asked. "No. I'm guessing by the accent you aren't either?" She said. "What? I don't sound French?" He asked in a ridiculously stereotypical French accent, making the girl giggle. "What brings you to Paris?" Y/n asked after she calmed down from laughing. "Single. Very single." He replied. Y/n's eyebrows twisted into those of confusion. "And how is coming to Paris going to help you with that?" She asked. "Well, I figured the dating apps weren't working. May as well pretend to be confused in an art gallery."

"And how is that going for you?" She scoffed, folding her arms and looking up to him. "Not too bad, I reckon." He replied, making the once confident and sure woman now crumble and turn bright red. "Well it doesn't count if you don't intend on meeting someone later." Y/n said. "Good point." Declan whipped out his phone and handed it to her, with a new contact ready to be dialled in. Y/n grinned and took the phone, throwing her number in and handing it back. "So how about we finish off looking at the gallery and grabbing a coffee afterwards?" He suggested. "I think that's a marvellous idea, Declan." She smiled. Declan hooked his arm around hers and looked down to her. "Then let's go, madame."

[football-and-fanfics]

Sick - Declan Rice

Who: Declan Rice, Mason Mount Prompt: Sick during a training camp or match abroad Requested by: anonymous Word count: 397 Warnings: contains descriptions of being sick

Declan had been fighting a massive headache all day long. The flight to Rome for England's Nations League match of tomorrow surely hadn’t made it any better.

The headache was trying to split his head in two, and sounds and light started to bother him more and more. He was pretty sure this was rapidly turning into a migraine, and all he wanted right now was to get to his room and sleep.

"Come on, roomie." Mason dangled a hotel keycard in front of Declan's face. "Am I sharing with you?" Declan asked. "Yeah." Mason frowned a little in surprise. "The rooming list was read out on the plane." "Ah." Declan shrugged. "I slept most of the way, so I must have missed it. Let's go up to our room."

Declan was glad with his assigned roommate. Mason knew him through and through, probably he had already sensed something was off with Declan, and he surely would not mind if Declan went to bed early.

They took the elevator up to the floor of their room. As they stepped out, Declan stumbled badly. He was shaky and unsteady on his feet by now, and had expected to fall to the ground right then and there. And he would have, too, if Mason had not caught him by the armpits, successfully preventing his friend from crashing to the floor.

"You’re not looking good, mate." Mason looked concerned. "I already thought something was going on. Are you feeling sick?" "I think I’m having a migraine." Declan passed a shaky hand over his face. "I just need to lie down and sleep." "Our room is a little further down the hall. Can you walk?" Mason asked. "Yeah." Declan blew out a deep breath. "I can make that."

Declan slowly walked the distance to their room. Everything hurt his head by now: light, sounds, even his own delicate movements hurt. Mason was beside Declan, ready to catch him if he would topple over again, but Declan managed to stay on his feet. Mason quickly opened the door of their hotel room, allowing Declan to step inside first.

Declan slowly shuffled into their room. He just took the time to change into his nightwear, before dropping himself onto his bed. Mason watched his friend silently. "Tell me if you need anything, alright?" But Declan hadn't heard him. He was already fast asleep.

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[judeswhore]

could u maybe do a declan one where you go and watch him whilst he’s training and he’s just being stupid with the boys and he comes up to you afterwards being all soft and the boys make fun of him.

DECS HAIR WHEN ITS ALL FLUFFY DURING TRAINING UGH

BF!DECLAN YEAHHH also agree fluffy dec ughh lorddd look at this gif

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Open training at the England ground for Declan meant having you watch him and it was hands down one of his favourite things, he loved having you at his games but there was something just that little bit more special about having you watch him train. The only thing was he tended to show off just a little, pressing his team mates harder than usual, attempting tricks and crosses he never usually would and it was something that didn’t go unnoticed by the boys.

From your seat against one of the benches you could see him doing drills with Mason, his laugh travelling across the pitch and straight to you. He’d messed up his hair since he’d done it that morning and the urge to run your fingers through it was overwhelming, his bright smile doing nothing to quell the urge inside you. The entire morning he’d been sending flirty smiles and little winks in your direction, subtle comments about how good you looked being dropped whenever he ran passed you.

You watched the way he dived on to Mason’s back, almost knocking the other boy completely to the floor and couldn’t help but shake your head. You’d been told multiple times by all the boys that Dec acted completely different in training when he knew you were watching. He was an idiot at the best of times but throw you into the mix and he became a typical class clown.

You could see the way him and Mason were laughing about something, something that so obviously after a few minutes of watching was you, because they both kept sneaking glances at you. Declan barked out a laugh and pushed a hand through his now floppy hair, shoulder nudging into Mason’s to shove him out of the way. He started running backwards, shouting something unintelligible to his best friend as he so clearly made his way over to you, ignoring the teasing look Jack threw him as he passed.

“Hey pretty,” Declan’s smile was always enough to make your knees weak but paired with his slightly sweaty glow and fluffy hair you had to lean on the little railing separating you for support. He pressed his hands against it, either side of your body and your gaze snagged on the toned muscles of his arms and the way they strained when he put pressure on them.

“You’re not doing much training, Rice, all I’m seeing is you flirting with Mason.” Declan tilted his head a little at you, grin pulling at the corner of his mouth.

“You turning into the boss now?”

“Maybe.”

"Hmm, I think I like it." He hummed lightly, lifting his hand so he could brush the hairs back off your face, fingers tracing your jaw softly. "I like having you here."

"I can tell, you show off a lot." His lips tilted into a soft pout, brows drawing together dramatically.

"Do not. I'm always like this."

"I know you're not." You leant up to kiss his pout away, rubbing your thumb over the bristles of his beard on his chin. He made a noise of complaint when you tried to pull away, capturing your mouth again until you were laughing and pushing at his chest. "You should be training."

"I'd much rather stand here with you. Your pretty face keeps distracting me." You ran your hands across the bare skin on his arms, watching the trail of goosebumps you left behind. "And that's even more distracting."

Declan suddenly ducked beneath the white barrier, grinning mischievously at you before he wrapped his arms around your waist and dropped his head into the crook of your neck. His lashes fluttered against your skin and you laughed when he started to rock the two of you side to side. Your own hands slid around his neck, fingers slotting through the short strands of his hair.

"Maybe you should come do drills with us." He suggested, voice muffled in the material of your hoodie. You snorted a laugh, jumping slightly when Declan pushed you so your back was pressed against the cold metal of the barrier.

"I'll pass on that one, thanks. You're gonna get in trouble, y'know." He made a little noise of appreciation and kissed the skin just below your ear when your nails grazed over his scalp.

"Just need a minute. Anyway, no one's watching." You shuffled so you could turn back to the pitch, catching Ben, Jack and Mason all grinning in your direction.

"I think you'll find they are. I'm gonna end up banned from these if you don't move. They'll never let me back on the premises for pulling you away from work." Declan just grumbled a response before lifting his head up, gaze catching yours when he nudged your noses together.

"At least give me a good luck kiss."

"What do you need one of those for?"

"So I can beat Mason at Don't Flinch." This made you roll your eyes, convinced your boyfriend had the personality of a five year old sometimes. He pouted his lips, a clear indication for you to kiss him and with an over dramatic sigh you tilted your head up, pecking his lips quickly.

"Happy?"

"Absolutely not," His hands slid across the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair and with his grip he tilted your head back, lips slotting softly over yours. He wasted no time in swiping his tongue over your bottom lip, your body shuddering in response as you opened your mouth and pressed even closer to him.

You were well aware everyone could see but you knew Declan was a huge fan of PDA, he didn't care who saw him kissing you, he wanted them to know you were all his but you knew he'd face relentless teasing from the boys when he left you. Your cheeks flushed when you heard someone wolf whistle and Dec groaned into your mouth, hand leaving the back of your neck and you knew he was giving whoever it was the middle finger.

“Best get back to work.” You dodged his attempt at another kiss and patted his chest. “Go on, stop slacking off.” He rolled his eyes but ducked back under the barrier, shaking his hair out a little when he straightened back out.

“You owe me extra kisses when I’m finished.”

“We’ll see.” Mason was shouting for Declan to hurry up, the boys setting themselves up to work on penalties. Your boyfriends eyes studied the net for a few seconds and then he turned to you with a grin, five fingers being held in the air.

“I get all five of my pens in and you have to give me as many kisses as I want, whenever and wherever.” You raised your eyebrows, considering whether or not Jordan would save his goals and then shrugged a little, head nodding in agreement.

“Deal.”

[digitaldiarystuff]

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🥺

[mountswhore]

can i requets a fluffy declan fic where reader gets her wisdom teeth removed and they're best friends and when she's on the gas she tells him she's in love with him and when the gas dies down he asks her if she was like 5000% sure of it and she was soooo sure and it gets all fluffier

𝟓𝟎𝟎𝟎% 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 — declan rice

summary: you go for your wisdom teeth removal surgery, and declan decides to take you.

notes: requests are OPEN.

"It's such a weird feeling," Mason was telling you, as the three of you were sat on Declan's couch, "it's like I knew what I was saying, but also, I didn't."

You giggled, but your nerves were still rattling your bones. You were due to get your wisdom teeth removed, which is why you were at your best friend Declan's house. He offered to take you, as you wouldn't be able to drive yourself, and your family lived too far from you to take you. And seeing as Mason had been through this procedure before, he was tagging along and telling you everything you needed to know. More like, scaring you into thinking it was worse than it actually is.

"Yeah, you're awake for the whole thing. You feel all the pain, you just can't move or say anything." Mason spoke, and you hated how good he was at suppressing his laughter, because he had you believing it. Mason and Declan laughed, whilst you were hiding your face in a pillow.

"Stop," Declan chuckled, throwing an arm around you, "you're scaring her."

The interaction was nothing more than a quick thought from Declan, or so you thought, but to you, it was everything. You didn't know how or when it started, but your feelings for Declan had been growing. You found yourself enjoying his company more, seeing him in a completely different light, and it was scary. You had yet to tell anyone about it, not even Mason. You knew he'd make jokes, and eventually blabber to Declan. You were adamant on keeping it to yourself.

The morning before, you were shaking in fear in the passenger seat of Declan's car. Mason was sat behind you, he had his hands on your shoulders and was massaging them ever so slightly, but all he was doing was making you more nervous. It wasn't the procedure that scared you, it was the anesthesia that was throwing you off. You could say all sorts of things.

"I'll see you when you get out, okay?" Declan spoke, pulling you into him. And your nerves dissipated momentarily. You'd given Mason a brief hug before you were led into the dentist office, laying in the chair with shaky hands and an unsteady breathing pattern.

You were awake, Declan holding one of your hands, and Mason holding the other, the two of them leading you out to the car and laughing at you stumbling. But you felt as if you were walking just fine.

"Ready to go?" Declan asked, turning to look at you in the passenger seat, and you were curled up in a ball with your head on the window. Mason was dying of laughter on the back seat, pulling his phone out to record you. Within a day, you'd be the laughing stock on his Instagram as well as Declan's.

"Why are you laughing at me?" You asked, loopy as anything, with genuine tears in your eyes. The boys knew just how over the top you'd be today, it would be your usual personality, just more dramatic. You had fumbled with the radio, Olivia Rodrigo playing and you'd turned it up.

"Good for you, you look happy and healthy," you sang, swaying to the song, Mason continuing to record you, knowing just how much enjoyment everyone would get watching this. And as you were singing, the gauze had fallen from your mouth and into your lap.

"My tongue!" You cried as Declan turned down the radio, "my tongue fell out." Tears were falling from your face, Mason was still in fits of laughter, and Declan had pulled over to put it back into your mouth and make sure you were okay.

You were patiently watching as Declan took his hoodie off, placing it over your lap to keep you warm and wiping your hair from your face. A small smile on your face, you couldn't stop thinking about your feelings for him, and the anesthesia only brought those feelings out of you. With no regards to how it would change things.

"I love you so much, Dec." You hummed, and Declan laughed it off as you being loopy again, but you were dead serious, "I am in love with Declan, for a long time." The last part was directed at Mason, although, you weren't facing him. And Declan almost crashed into the car in front of him, stopping at a red light. He couldn't believe what he'd heard.

He didn't question it, didn't say anything to you, he just looked at Mason in the rearview mirror, and kept driving. Mason was just as shocked, he decided to leave your half-asleep state alone. And the pair of them helped you onto the sofa, where you napped your loopiness away.

"You heard that too, right?"

"Yeah, I think so." Declan responded, still completely stunned.

"What are you going to do about it?"

"What should I do?"

Mason rolled his eyes, as his friends had no game. "Ask her about it when she wakes up. I'll leave if it makes you more comfortable."

"I'm not asking her, that's so embarrassing. What if she didn't mean it and it ruins our friendship?"

Mason stopped what he was doing on his phone, putting it down and looking up at Declan, who was biting his nails anxiously. "Why would it ruin your friendship?"

Declan stayed quiet, he'd pretty much just told Mason he liked you. And Mason got up to cheer, forgetting you were in the room next door. Declan shushed his friend, sighing heavily and pointing to the living room, Mason soon after getting the hint.

"I think I have it on video, should I send it to her?" Mason asked. "Seeing as you're such a pussy."

"I am not a pussy."

Mason grabbed his phone, showing Declan the last part of the video and what you'd said.

"I love you so much, Dec," you repeated, your angelic voice now reduced to a small speaker in Mason's phone, "I am in love with Declan, for a long time."

It was true, he wasn't hearing things. You felt the same as he did, but how did he go about talking about it? Was there a less awkward way? Maybe Mason's idea was a good idea.

Mason had disappeared later that day, making sure to send Declan the video of you professing your love for him. And he watched it back again, it was like music to his ears. After years of pining for you, you were finally his. Almost. All he had to do was actually ask you out.

You had woken up two hours later, your whole mouth in a dull pain and confused as to where you were for a good few minutes. Declan heard you groan and stop what he was doing in the kitchen to aid you. He sat beside you, an amused smile on his face as he studied your mouth. You tried to smile, frowning as it hurt to move your lips whatsoever.

"Oh my God," your eyes widened, looking around the living room, listening out for the slightest bit of noise elsewhere, "where's Mason? Did I kill him? Did I push him out the car on the way home?" Declan let out a hearty laugh, pulling the blanket over your shoulders a little bit more.

"NO," he reassured you, making sure to fluff your pillow again before pushing your shoulder back gently, "he's fine, he went home. But he managed to record a video of you and your loopiness." You groaned, not ready for whatever bullshit was about to spew from your mouth in the video Declan was preparing to show you.

You giggled at yourself as you cried about your tongue falling out, how crazy you got over Olivia Rodrigo, and the wide range of emotions you'd felt in such a short amount of time. And right as the video was about to cut off, your heart started beating just a little bit faster when you'd realised you'd told Declan you were in love with him, to his face. And Mason, too.

"Oh."

Declan locked his phone and looked at you, no longer wanting to beat around the bush. "Did you mean it?"

"Of course I did," you whispered back to him, giving him an innocent look. The two of you were plunged into silence, not knowing whether to talk about it or not. But Declan had opted for kissing you instead, to show he felt the same. And so he didn't have to say it, it was more romantic this way.

"You're 5000% sure?"

"Shush, I wouldn't kiss you otherwise."

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Dec and reader being a chaotic mess while cleaning their house because both of their families are visiting (reader’s family coming all the way from Brazil), just them being weird and fluffy and really sweet to each other! Oh, and let’s not forget: PALMEIRAS NÃO TEM MUNDIAL (não dá pra deixar a maior piada do nosso país morrer)

cleaning and references | declan rice

warnings: fluff!

word count: 1165

notes: O PALMEIRAS NÃO TEM MUNDIAL (I'm glad chelsea won the cwc, I wouldn't know how to answer that request without being able to say that 🤣) I saw your other ask, but decided to do it with declan anyway 💙 sorry for the delay bestie, I was really uninspired, it was a bit short because of that 🥴

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“DECLAN!” Y/N shouted as she came out of the bedroom and saw Declan sprawled on the sofa. He jumped in fright when he heard her voice. Y/N pushed the cushion he was leaning against and laughed as he fell to the carpet.

"Fuck, love, did you need to knock me down? I was taking such a good nap." He replied, letting his head rest on the carpet, and Y/N looked at him indignantly.

"Napping? Our parents will be here in a few hours, and this house is worse than Mother Lucinda's dump!" He stood, sitting up, seeing Y/N standing in front of him with her arms crossed.

They were expecting her parents and his parents for a family dinner, the first of many. Her family was coming from Brazil for a few days, and Y/N had established that it would only happen with a clean house. She didn't want to embarrass herself in front of his parents or hers.

Y/N and Dec were busy people, their jobs sucked a lot of their time, and cleaning the house ended up in second place. That weekend, Y/N had made Declan use his day off to help her with the mess in the flat.

"Mother Lucinda's dump?" He asked, knowing that that was some brazilian reference that Y/N loved to use. "You know I love your references to brazilian soap operas, even if I don't understand any of them." Y/N raised an eyebrow at him.

"If you watched soap operas with me, you would understand."

"You can sit here with me and explain it to me." Declan crawled on the carpet toward Y/N, enough to reach her hand and force it down so that Y/N would sit there with him.

She was almost giving in when she realized that staying there with him was not a good idea at that moment. "What? No!" Y/N said, pulling her arm up, and Declan huffed in frustration. "We don't have time for this, we have to finish tidying up this house, Declan Rice!"

She held his fist and used all the strength she had to lift her eighty pound boyfriend off the floor.

"We wouldn't have had to do this if you'd taken my idea, and we'd hired a cleaning crew." He grumbled, but eventually got up.

"I don't like strange people wandering around our house."

"That's why there are confidentiality agreements." He argued.

"Not to mention, aren't you seeing this as a great opportunity for us to get a little more together at home?" Y/N ignored, pulling him by the hand to the pantry where they kept the cleaning products.

"Together? You barely let me touch you, Y/N!" She laughed, handing him a duster when Dec tried to kiss her.

"Not until we clean the house."

"So..." Y/N was starting to move to look for the hoover when Declan pinned her between his arms. His hands were resting on the wall, and Y/N looked at him, wondering what she would have to do so that he could free her. "Then you explain the brazilian soap opera references to me?"

"If my parents like you, they'll do it themselves, but I can give you some tips." She blinked, leaving one kiss on his lips and turned to pick up the hoover.

Declan sighed, but went over to the shelves to start dusting. He knew if he wanted something Y/N he would have to go through the cleaning first.

They stayed focused on their own tasks for a while, when Y/N pushed the couch aside and found a pizza box there. She lifted the box in the air and huffed to get his attention.

"Declan, why is there a pizza box under the couch?"

"Oh, oh." He put his hand to his mouth, trying to hold back his laughter. "I guess I must have forgotten." The hand scratched the back of his neck and Y/N rolled his eyes, taking the box to the trash.

"You guess? Lucky we don't have any rats." She blinked, pulling up the carpet to vacuum the floor.

"And why do you have so many books? I can't stand sneezing anymore." He grumbled, letting out a sneeze after opening and closing a seven hundred page old book. They were Y/N's college books that she just couldn't get rid of and never could find the time to dust them off.

"Want to trade?" She laughed at his sneezing crisis. Declan walked over to her, handing her the duster and taking the hoover from her hand. He stole a small kiss before letting her walk away.

They spent a little more time teasing each other and making jokes as they finished tidying up. The kitchen was the next room, which Y/N thought was a terrible idea to clean that place with Declan. They ended up making a water war that only made everything more messy than it was. For this reason, she decided to clean the bathrooms alone and Dec was responsible for the bedrooms. Those were places they could easily get distracted with each other, completely ignoring the cleaning.

As Y/N ran the cloth over the last mirror and Declan tidied up the last bed, they leaned on each other on the sofa, extremely tired.

"I'm exhausted." He sighed.

"Me too." Y/N agreed, leaning her cheek on his shoulder. Despite being exhausted, they felt fully satisfied as they looked around and realized that the house was completely clean and looking nice and fresh.

"Now you can explain that reference to me." He kissed her head and Y/N thinking they needed a good bath.

"Mother Lucinda is a character from a very famous soap opera in Brazil. Her character lives in a garbage dump. When we see a very dirty place, we say it's worse than Mother Lucinda's dump. That one was very successful in Brazil, so everybody understands that reference.”

"Are you going to make me watch soap operas with you?

"Only if you want me to." She moved her head to look at his mesmerizing blue irises. "If it gets more interesting for you, we can kiss each time Maria Pia says 'Éric', or each time Pilar says she wants to be the first doctor in Brazil." Y/N laughed, imagining what every moment would be like. The palm of his hand was facing upwards as Dec made imaginary drawings on it with the phalanges of his fingers.

"Something tells me we'll be kissing a lot then."

"Maybe."

"What now? Can I kiss you?"

She shook her head, turning her face away. Her fingers played with the tips of his black hair, they were a little sticky from sweat, but Y/N didn't care. He held her face in the jaw area, touching their noses gently. Declan licked his lips, but before he could finally kiss her, the doorbell rang, paralyzing his actions.

Y/N laughed at his frustration, she gave him an 'apology' look before running to answer the door.

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