#declan rice blurb

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Snowball fight with Declan Rice? Love your writing!

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It was finally snowing enough in London to have a snow day. As you saw Declan climbing out of the car as he had just finished training. You thought you would be sneaky and get a snowball to throw at him. Rolling it up in a ball and aiming for his head as he got out of the car. “What the fuck- you did that?” Declan shouted as you ran back inside. “Hey you, you're not getting away with that. You have started this snowball fight now" you laughed as you knew he meant it as well. "Nooo don't, please sorry" you squealed as you ducked as a snowball came flying towards you.

[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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always waiting - declan rice

PART 2 OF ENOUGH FOR YOU. sorry this took a while i had to think cs i was running out of ideasss

desc: after your messy break up with mason, the only person that comforted you was declan.

warnings : some curse words, mental health talk- depression, kissing

“y/n, promise me you’ll get better? i hate seeing you this way.” your childhood best friend asked you. his face and tone showed exactly how worried he was for you. a full month after your heartbreak and you were only getting worse. crying every second of everyday. you had lost so much weight and it was very visible. your eyes forever puffy and red and you never left dec’s house. and the worst part was that you never heard from mason again. not that you wanted him back, but seeing him living his life as per normal made you feel stupider for the way you were acting. only then did you realise how little you meant to him.

“y/n/n, eat up please. i bought your favourite. beef noodles from the shop down the road. please y/n.” he pleaded. you couldn’t say no to his sympathetic face. no matter how little energy you had in you, you plastered a fake smile and took a sip of the broth. it was indeed your favourite. and only declan knew that. all this time, mason had thought your favourite comfort food was pasta, but you didnt have the heart to tell him it wasnt. you didnt want him to feel dumb. if only he thought the same way about you. you took a few small bites of the noodles before you finally opened your mouth to talk, “thanks, dec. i love you.” your tone was low and soft. you didn’t have the energy to eat, drink and yet alone talk. if you had the choice, you would stay in the room the whole day. and never come out. as you were slowly walking up the stairs, you felt your limbs go weak and it felt like jelly. you collapsed onto the floor, fortunately you were only a few steps up. you didnt remember much, only hearing declans voice, “FUCK, Y/N.”

“baby, you fainted. thats what happens when you dont wanna eat.” declan said as he stroked your chin. you smiled softly. he gave you a quick kiss before calling his personal doctor over. you tried pulling his arm to stop him but it didn’t work. and soon enough you were being checked up by a doctor.

you overheard the doctor speaking to declan outside of the room. they were clearly trying to hide it from you but you listened closely. “im afraid shes growing weaker by the day. if she doesnt start eating more and drinking, we have to put her on an iv and feeding tube. seeing that she has prior health problems, this could be very serious. and i recommend for her to take anti depressants if it hasn’t already been prescribed.” it has been. you were diagnosed with depression a week before, after declan brought you to a therapist. as the door opened, you pretended to be asleep, not wanting dec to know that you heard the conversation. you felt his hands caressing your face before tucking your hair behind you ear. he then whispered a few words, thinking you were actually asleep.

“y/n, if only you could see how perfect you are. you’re the most beautiful person in this whole world. only mason was too stupid to see. if only you knew how much i love you.” he muttered, before pressing a kiss onto your forehead. the second you heard the door close, you opened your eyes. tears began flowing out of your eyes again. you always got the hint that declan was in love with you. in fact, you were in love with him too, until you met mason and believed that you loved him and not dec. you began thinking about how different everything could’ve been. if you just weren’t so stupid.

many days passed since his “secret” confession. with declans help, and only his, you began getting better. you would eat a full meal a day, rather than none at all. you weren’t crying as often. and soon enough, mason was completely out of your mind. although it hurt you that you forgot his scent, you knew you had to move on. for your own good. and at each step of the way, declan was there for you. telling you how proud he was. “y/n, you dont know how happy i am for you. look at you now, gorgeous. i missed you.” he stared at you as you got ready for your first day back to work. although it was just a zoom meeting, he was happy that you even had the motivation to do it.

as you sat silently in your bed at night. you thought to yourself. a few months has gone by. your feelings for declan clearly reappearing. especially seeing how he took care of you while at your lowest. his words from that one night still replayed in your head. you knew you loved him. but was he just a rebound? were you just desperate? you quickly shut down those ideas. he was the light of your life, when everything was dark. he saved your life. he saved you. suddenly the door opened.

“hey, dec.” you smiled as you signalled him towards you. he sat beside you, by the edge of the bed. “came to say goodnight. im so proud of you, princess. look how far you’ve come. but, please dont move out soon. i’ll miss your company.” he said with a frown on his face. you laughed as you booped his nose with your index finger. “declan, i have to be honest.” you sat up. his eyes widened, nervous. “i wasn’t really asleep. i heard everything you said, after the talk with the doctor. and i have to be honest again. i wasnt getting better because of me. it was for you. i didnt care that i was dying. i just wanted to be with you. i hope i didnt read too much into your words.” you said, tears welling up in your eyes. it was all true. you got better for him. that was your only drive.

“y/n. what are you talking about? please dont feel forced into saying all this. and no, you didnt read too much. i meant everything i said. youre the most perfect person in this entire world. and ive always waited for you. only after you and mason got together, i had to stop. but now, ill wait again. until youre ready. im always waiting, y/n.”

you smiled as you pulled him closer by his collar. your lips met as you took in that passionate kiss. his hands moved to your head. grabbing your hair lightly as the kiss grew stronger. he had held back his love for so long and finally he could show it. as you pulled away, breathless, he whispered, “ i love you, y/n.” you smiled and said it back.

@raremasey thanks for the request!

[blueinaseaofgrey]

Please I’m begging let me have him!!!!🤰🏼🙏

[slutfortrent]

CANT BREATHE CANT BREATHE CANT BREATHE-

[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

show off - declan rice

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.”

[chilly-me-softly]

Hii, how are you?

Could you write a Declan blurb, where you’re a Manchester city fan and probably he’s going to play for Manchester United next season and he’s kinda sad about it because he feels he’s disappointing you?

You're on the sofa watching the highlights of the day, City won and you can see it by the huge smile on your face. United didn't have the same luck but again, the rivalry between the two leads you to not really feel sorry for them.

Declan looks at the screen and can't help but think about the rumour going around the corridors saying that United might make a move for him next season. Maybe in the end it will happen like Jadon and the offer will be delayed, but it's a great honour that a team with a history as important as theirs would even consider it. He should be happy, excited, and he was before but he can't be happy now. He can't because he's suddenly been reminded of you and your passion for City. He sees you periodically when the two teams play each other, sees the rivalry flare up in your eyes. And he thinks about whether it's really appropriate for him to do such a thing.

"What are you thinking big guy?" you settle better on him, leading him to focus his attention on you now.

"Hmm nothing"

"I just teased Mase and you didn't say a word" you sing song letting him know that you've got him figured out by now and he can't lie.

"It's just that- you know about the rumor of me at united?" you nod waiting for him to continue, "well I don't think that's a good idea, not if you can't root for me properly"

"I'm sorry - you blink looking at him and trying to understand - you would give up the chance of a lifetime... for me?" you're a little incredulous a little honoured, more speechless. He nods and you snap to your knees startling him a little.

"Are you stupid?" you yell, "I mean you can't, if they were to make an offer you have to think about whether it's good for your career not what your stupid girlfriend is rooting for"

"You're not stupid"

"You know what I mean" you echo this by placing your hands on his chest and lightly moving a thumb. "Besides it could always mark a new chapter in our relationship"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, I mean think about how many times I get to tease you if you lose"

"What if we win?" a mischievous smile forms on his face now.

"Don't even think about it" you smile tilting your head making him chuckle. "But seriously, promise me you'll make a decision with your career in mind and not me or anyone else. Promise me Declan"

"I promise" he sighs making you smile.

"Good. Geez I didn't think you could even think about cheating on me while I'm here by your side" you roll your eyes playfully as you let yourself fall on top of him, him chuckling leaving a kiss in your hair and settling back into his arms.

[footyblurbs]

Slamming your boyfriends car door to see his reaction. With Declan if you do him if not Dom please?

Declan raises his eyebrow as you slam the car door. “Oh well - all right!” He huffs, putting on a funny voice as he talks to himself, keeping himself occupied by shuffling through your cup holder. The door slam is all but forgotten by the time you’re coming back into the car to grab your purse. He opens his mouth to tease you but you’re already slamming the door again. At this point, your boyfriend being a jokester himself, he’s already looking around the car for your phone. His face lights up the seconds he finds it and he’s quick to pick up the camera and turn the phone to selfie mode. “Congratulations, you played yourself.” He gloats before beginning to list all the times he’s successfully pranked you.

Wondering why you’ve gotten no response from Declan yet, you’re making your way back to the car when he catches you out of the corner of his eye. He’s even more delighted and amused when he sees you return to the scene of the crime and although he’s being smug it’s painfully obvious that he absolutely adores you. “Oi! There she is, the prankstah!” His accent thick and his voiceful of laughter as you turns the camera off selfie mode to film your initial shock. He’s absolutely dying of laughter and you can’t help but join in, your hands covering your face that is now red from laughter and embarrassment of getting caught.

[squid-on-my-window]

- DECLAN RICE -

“FEELINGS FOR MY BESTFRIEND”

You had come round to Declan’s house after your boyfriend of 2 years had just broken up with you. You both sat in silence, Declan’s arm around you whilst you rested your head on his shoulder, your tears slowly making their way onto his T-shirt.

“Wait here, I’ll be back in a sec” you watched as he got up and left the room, moving your eyes back to the TV you carried on watching the film for a few minutes until he came back carrying a tray.

“Here you go, eat up” he says, placing the tray of food in front on you. He’d made you a sandwich and gotten you crisps and sweets. You smiled, thanking him even though you had no appetite.

“I’m so glad you’re my best friend” you say, looking up at his face. He responds with a sad smile thinking that’s all you’d ever be, not knowing that you both had had feelings for each other since you had met 7 years ago.

[football-and-fanfics]

Sleepy Dialogue Prompts posting #4

Who: Declan Rice Prompt: "Go back to sleep, I'll fight off the monsters." Requested by: anonymous Warnings: mentions of nightmare

You didn't often get nightmares, and whenever, on the rare occasion that you did, they usually weren't that bad. This night, though, you experienced the worst nightmare you'd probably ever had.

It was the middle of the night when you woke up screaming. You shot upright in bed, burying your face in your hands and sobbing uncontrollably.

"Bloody hell! What's wrong? Are you okay?" Naturally, your rude awakening had woken up Declan, too. "You died..." You wailed into your hands, rocking back and forth in panic. "You died and I was so scared."

"Oh, babe," Declan mumbled compassionately. You heard the sheets rustle beside you as Declan moved to switch the nightlamp on. "It's okay, calm down." He wrapped soothing arms around you and pressed you safely to his chest. "I'm alright, it was just a bad dream." "It was so horrible and it felt so real." You cried into his chest, your tears staining the plain T-shirt he wore for the night. "Ssshh..." Declan soothed, "I'm alright. Just listen to my breathing, I'm right here." He lovingly rubbed his hand over your back as you made an attempt to calm yourself down again.

You pressed your cheek into Declan's chest, trying to focus on his slowly rising and falling chest beneath your ear. It meant he lived, breathed, and it had indeed all been only a nightmare.

Declan never let you go. He held you in his arms, gently running his hands over your back, and speaking soft, soothing words to you until you had calmed down again.

"Better?" Declan noticed how you no longer cried and no longer trembled in his arms. "Yes," you answered quietly. "Alright, hold on." Declan gently let himself fall backwards onto his pillow, pulling you with him. "Go back to sleep, I'll fight off the monsters."

You snuggled warmly and safely against him, your head still resting on his chest and his arms still protectively around you. "Thank you, sweetie," you mumbled softly.

It took a little while, but finally you fell asleep again to the soothing sound of Declan's breathing beneath your ear, and the comfort of his strong arms around you. And the nightmares didn't return.

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5 for Declan please? (I didn’t request the anon who requested dec I just saw dec and was like 😍😍) xx

You were sat in the corner of the L-shaped sofa, your legs tucked underneath you. Your boyfriend was sat a little further down, holding the remote in his hand. The clock was nearing nine, and you wanted to watch Love Island.

You pushed yourself toward Dec, moving to straddle his waist. He hummed in response, his hands resting on top of your hips. You kissed his jaw, fingers moving to the remote sat beside him. "Can I have the remote please?" You'd mumbled against his neck and he shook with laughter. "No! I'm not watching love island." He kissed you then, and the two of you had forgotten all about the TV.

[blueinaseaofgrey]

Husband material. 💙💍

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I’m Proud Of You - Declan Rice

Who: Declan Rice x Reader

Prompt: “I’m Proud of You.” from this post

Based on: this post

Words: 470

Disclaimer: I am not connected to Declan Rice or anyone else mentioned in this writing.

Seeing Declan in tears on the football field made my heart break bit by bit. All I wanted to do was run over to him and just hug him, but I couldn’t. I wasn’t allowed near him yet, not until the game and all official business was done and over with. It was good to see that Mason was there with him, knowing very well that having his best friend there would be a bit of a consolation.

I had one of Dec’s nephews in my arms, one who was in tears and who was burying his face against the shoulder of my England kit. “I know baby, I know,” I whispered softly, knowing very well the pain and sadness he was in right now. Together with the rest of Declan’s family - with his nephew still in my arms - we went down to the large space inside the stadium. It felt like ages before the players finally joined their families. Slowly they walked in one by one, the room filling with soft chatter as the people tried to lift up the spirits of their loved ones after the lost game.

“Uncle Dec!” One of his other nephews yelled out and ran over to him when he entered the room together with Mason. The other young man patted Declan on the shoulder before walking over to his own family. Declan lifted the little boy and took him on his arm, a slight smile appearing on his lips at the sight of his family.

Family would always be the most important thing in his life and I loved watching Declan with his nephews. I walked over to my boyfriend, with the other boy in my arms - still sad but a bit happier now that his uncle had reappeared. I leaned in so I could press a soft kiss to his lips, before handing over his other nephew as well. I watched as the three young men talked and how the little boys both pressed a kiss to the cheeks of their uncle. It made me smile.

The young kids were placed back on the ground and Declan placed his arm around my waist, pulling me in for a tight hug, hiding his face against my shoulder. My fingers played with his hair as we stood there like that for a moment.

“You don’t want to know how proud I am of you. You were great out there and you all brought so much happiness to all of us. I’m so proud of you and I love you.” I felt Declan squeezed his arms around me a little tighter, not ready to let go just yet but acknowledging my words. Just as I thought that this was going to be it, I heard him whisper something back to me.

“I love you too.”

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Declan Rice Masterlist

These are all the imagines I have written for Declan Rice (links below the cut). Newly posted imagines for him will be added onto here a.s.a.p.

Last updated: 7 October 2023

Imagines posted in 2021:

Protecting a teammate in a fight (with Mason Mount)

Being there when the other one is injured (with Mason Mount)

Imagines posted in 2022:

"I think that's more than a little cut."

Imagines posted in 2023:

"Get back to sleep. I'll fight off the monsters."

Imagines posted in 2024:

Receiving hate (with Mason Mount)

[football-and-fanfics]

Fight - Declan Rice

Who: Declan Rice Request: could i request prompts 2&18 from your new prompts list with declan rice? maybe the two of you got into a bad fight but you hurt yourself accidentally and he goes into full protective mode and takes care of you??❣️❣️ Prompts #2 & #18: "I think that's more than a little cut." + ""I don't handle blood very well." Requested by: anonymous Warnings: contains argument, mentions of injury + blood

It had been a big fight, quite possibly the biggest you and Declan had ever had. It started over something insignificant, but had completely spiraled out of control, with the both of you yelling at each other back and forth. Sometime during the fight, in all your anger, you accidentally knocked over a large vase, which shattered into a thousand pieces on the floor. You knelt down to pick up the pieces, but, still fuming at Declan, you were being careless. A shard cut into the palm of your hand, making you yelp in pain. "Oh, shit, are you okay?" Declan rushed over to your side, immediately forgetting all his anger with you. "I'm okay," you stammered, shocked, "it's just a little cut." You swayed a bit on your feet at the sight of the blood on your hand, which was actually more than a little. Declan gently took your hand and studied the injury with a frown on his face. "I think that's more than a little cut," he stated, worried, "and you're white as a sheet." "I-- I don't handle blood very well," you muttered. "Alright, let me handle this," Declan said determinedly. He effortlessly lifted you off the ground and up into his arms. Both of you had completely forgotten about your fight of just before, as Declan carried you over to your kitchen. He gently set you down on a chair and hurriedly grabbed the first aid kit. You winced as he submerged your hand in a bowl of water to clean the blood away and inspect the wound better. "It doesn't look like there's still pieces of glass left in it, but it looks like a nasty cut anyway." Declan carefully wrapped a bandage around your hand, and finished it off with a kiss on top of your hand. "Thank you, sweetie," you answered, "and I'm sorry for yelling at you just now." "Oh, no," Declan responded sweetly, "I believe I was the one who started this fight, so I should really be the one apologizing. And with you injured like this, I really can't stay mad anyway." "Dec, I'll be fine," you chuckled, "don't be so dramatic." He cupped your face between his hands, smiling crookedly at you. "Whenever you're hurt, I'll always be all kinds of dramatic." Tags: @glam-khal, @evie-pr, @gryffinwars, @auawdo, @meteora-fc, @de-geas, @stonesyyyy, @drizzyreese, @hbstre, @soccerfanfiction, @sternennebel2001, @celessence PL tags: @superjackgrealish, @ella33 If you would like to be added to the tags list, too, you can fill out this form and I'll add you to it! Click here for more of my Declan imagines 😉

[blueinaseaofgrey]

Gorgeous gorgeous girls are in love with this man. 🤰🏼