#everything between teammates is for pr but... it just can't understand why they have to pretend this much if they really are not close or

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random ask, but you know how some people say that declan is like a pr footballer, in the sense that everything he says seems media trained and planned to perfection to paint him in the best light?

well, i was thinking about your omega declan headcanon and the trauma he had to go through becoming a mum as a teen along with actually going into labour and now i'm thinking of declan in omegaverse trying to become the squeaky clean, ultra-perfect, never-puts-a-foot-wrong omega footballer in everything that he does because in his head he's already done so much wrong. like yeah, he loves his son and wouldn't trade him for the world and being a footballer means he has enough money and resources to take care of him, yet he still feels like a failure because his son is growing up without his father in his life and declan is always away for a match whether it's for club or country and he feels as if his son barely knows him. then there's the whole trauma with nesting, something that should be innate and comforting for omegas but it just freaks him the hell out after everything that's happened.

so now its like, he can't be a good mother to his son, he can't be a good omega because he's broken inside, so the only thing left is football and if he fucks that up, then he literally has nothing left.

so he puts on a smile for the media, answers their questions with the words they want to hear while simultaneously not giving too much away for the sake of his club. he speaks to all of his teammates, gets to know them on and off the pitch, gets close to them so they see him as a warm friendly figure and interacts with their social media post so everyone can see what a welcoming individual he is. he speaks highly of his teammates, speaks highly of his manager, always comes off as humble and grateful for the journey he's been on and where he's reached so far. but he also makes sure that they know that he's talented, that he can put the words and hopes into action on the pitch, can command the midfield and doesn't allow himself to be bullied around. they sometimes catch some pictures of him with his son (i am so sorry but i've completely forgotten his name!) and the media run some whole "from midfield to motherhood" type saga on the pages when they get photographed and it gives declan the opportunity to gush about his son and talk about balancing motherhood with playing. when they ask him if it gets too much, if he has to choose between the two what will happen, his perfect glowing smile falters and his eye twitches slightly, but not enough to give anything away. he tells them that it is impossible to choose, and he's not lying.

it's all so utterly exhausting trying to be perfect. but declan had already used up all his mistakes, was practically in debt from it so he had no choice but to be perfect.

Just wanna start by saying when I saw this anon I literally screamed cause I scrolled and it just kept going and going with all this stuff I have been wanting to talk about for ages but never got the chance to so thank you so fucking much.

And just for reference Declan’s son is called Callum, but it’s honestly fine that you forgot, I haven’t talked about it enough for anyone but me to remember 🤣

And honestly I love this perspective on it. Getting pregnant at 14 (and giving birth at 15) would make anyone feel like a failure from the get go, especially when that pregnancy results in him being released from the Chelsea academy. He had to claw his way back into the sport and he’s so grateful for everything because it was almost ripped away from him so violently. But there’s still a weight in his stomach watching Callum’s subtle reaction when Declan tells him that he’s gonna have to spend the next two nights with his grandparents or with his uncle Mark (Noble). It’s slight but it’s there. A silent disappointment and acceptance that’s especially strong on European nights or days in Merseyside or Tyneside. Callum is by far old enough to understand why, but it doesn’t quite take the sting out of it all the time.

As for the situation between Declan, Callum, and Callum’s father - Callum’s biological dad actually is in his life, but not in a meaningful way. He’s pretty emotionally abusive and manipulative. Him and Declan aren’t dating, but he’s scared to not let him around Callum, plus the fact that he abused Declan during his pregnancy too. But he does this grand show of turning up at their front door every few months, staying for a few days or a couple weeks and managing to win them both over again before deciding that he’s had enough fun and leaving without a trace again. Callum has grown to resent his dad and it’s a big source of arguments between Callum and Declan.

The thing about nesting is that it’s not as big of an issue for Callum as it is for Declan. Callum has other omegas in his life who can show him how to nest, and he knows how to make one and why they’re beneficial - he just personally chooses not to do it very often on the off-chance that his mom wonders into his room, sees a nest, and freaks out (these ‘freak outs’ actually being PTSD flashbacks from having a severe haemorrhage and believing his son was dead while giving birth in a hospital nest). It bothers Declan far more than it bothers Callum, because Declan has the added stressor of knowing how good nesting used to feel for him - I mean, he basically spent his entire pregnancy in his nest - and knowing that the feeling has been long destroyed.

And ultimately, yeah, Declan is the perfect omega footballer. Aggressive and passionate on the pitch but perfectly humble and funny off of it. He’s digestible. Doesn’t get involved in controversy or mishaps. Just a little cookie cutter of what omega players can and should be. And it’s not like he’s fake or putting on a different personality, cause he’s not, but it’s more like constantly trying to be in a good and bubbly mood, even when he’s on the verge of a panic attack cause he unexpectedly walked in on one of his omega teammates preparing a nest for after the game.

One thing he’s become very good at is controlling his scent and hiding his basically constant anxiety from the media.

And a midfield to motherhood piece? Well that would just put the cherry on the cake. Personal questions are thrown at him and his PR wall starts to crumble. By this point, Callum would be around 10, meaning that he’s still a kid but getting to the age where he’s starting to hit puberty and hormonal changes happen aka Declan and Callum are fighting a lot more than they used to. Also ramped up a million times by the fact that Callum is really badly struggling with Mason leaving for Manchester and not being a constant grounding force in both his and his mom’s life. Callum is developing an attitude and Declan’s patience is wearing thin, and that’s is never a good combo. So while he’s gushing to some journalist and how he wouldn’t change anything about his family for the world, he knows that his son doesn’t say ‘I love you’ to him before he goes to sleep anymore.

But you’re right. He’s already in debt with mistakes. Failed his parents, failed his Chelsea coaches, currently failing his son.

I know you didn’t mention this but another thing would be that during all this, Declan is dealing with an insane amount of internalised homophobia and comphet, and struggling to accept the fact that he’s actually a lesbian. And not only a lesbian, but a lesbian that is in love with his omega best friend, Mason Mount (Mason is openly a lesbian, but refuses to process that he is also in love with Declan, cause he’s under the presumption that Declan is straight). And that’s a whole other can of worms on top of an already swarming garden of pests.

Declan kind of feels like a porcelain doll who will shatter at a strong wind. Shame is he just doesn’t know when that wind is coming.

God I absolutely LOVED writing this so if you or anyone else has any other questions about omega Declan Rice or omegaverse in general please spam the inbox!!!

[atsumiye]

um, wrong number?

summary: on a night out, atsumu manages to get his next flings number. written on a flimsy napkin, they scribble a cute “call me” and their number. however, the next morning atsumu realizes the last few digits are smudged. with his superb guessing skills, he manages to guess the last 3 digits….or what he thinks is the 3 digits. so what happens when atsumu texts y/n some raunchy messages? he gets called a pervert.

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“Eichi, keep an eye out. This place is packed and I don't want to be here longer than I have to.” Akiko says as she pulls out a compact mirror to check her makeup and hair. She pulls out her lipstick and glides it across her lips and smacks her lips together. Brushing her fingers through her hair to fix any stray strands, she slams the mirror shut before placing it back in her purse.

“I'm not leaving without his number.” She says as she turns her head to look at Eichi.

Eichi gives her a small nod as she stretches her neck to look above the large crowd and around the neutral colored restaurant, before she spots a flash of bright blonde.

“I think I see him, he's towards the back with a group of guys.” She points her finger in the direction as Akiko starts to walk to the back.

She plasters a large grin on her face before she giggles out an, “Atsumu!”. The players he's speaking to look at her before turning back to Atsumu. She places her hand on his shoulder and tilts her head to meet his eyes.

“Hello…” he mumbles to her while looking back to his teammates with a questioning look.

“How have you been, baby? You never texted me so I sent you a dm but you never responded.” She bats her eyelashes at him as she looks at his confused expression.

After a few beats of silence, Atsumu's eyes widen, “Oh yer Akizo, right?”

She huffs before fake laughing, “Close, Akiko.”

“But you do remember me after all? What happened to sending me a message?”

“Ah sorry, had some….issues with the number. It was good to see ya again I guess” rubbing the back of his neck, he nods his head before he turns back towards his team members. All his team members look between the two, angry that Atsumu might be causing more problems. He remembers how his PR team begged him to not cause anymore drama- that he argued he doesn't purposely start- before the start of the new season, so he chooses to ignore the girl hanging onto him.

And he can't ignore the way his heart feels a bit weird as his mystery girl pops into his head.

Akiko huffs and she clings to his arm and brings a hand to rest on his chest, noticing the way a few people begin to pull out their phones and whisper to each other. She leans into his ear as she whispers, “Your causing a scene baby, let's exchange numbers again hm? This time, you give me your number”, she pauses dropping the smile on her face slightly, “and I'll send you a text.”

He looks down at her before placing his hand out to grab her phone and type his number in. She grabs the phone back and says “Let me just make sure it's right” she types a quick message and hearing his phone ding, sighs in satisfaction. “Make sure to answer when I text.” She flashes him a small smile and walks away towards the exit, Eichi quickly bows her head towards the table as she walks after Akiko.

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“Oh yer Akizo, right?” You turn your head towards Atsumu's loud voice noticing a pretty girl start to cling to him. You tsk and look back towards the plate Osamu hands you.

Before you take it, Osamu looks down at you and says “It's been three weeks since he texted you right?” You nod as he continues, “You know, there hasn't been a single day where he hasn't talked about you. Don't be jealous.”

You gasp and give him a disgusted look, “I'm not jealous! He doesn't even know my name, I just think she's a bit...weird. And I thought that the name sounded familiar to the girl he was originally supposed to text. That's all.” You snatch the plate from his hand as he begins to smile. You roll your eyes as you walk to the table, “Jealous! That's ridiculous.” You shake your head before approaching the table.

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As the last customer walks out of the door, Osamu points to the door and tells you to turn the open sign to close. Flipping the sign and pulling down the blinds you loudly sign, “You know Osamu, you may regret hiring me but I regret accepting the job. My feet hurt.” You begin to pout before Meian comes behind you and flicks the back of your head, “Stop complaining.” You bring your hand to place it over where he flicked you and stick your tongue out at him.

“Osamu, let me know what you want me to help with.” Meian says as he begins to yawn.

“No, go home. Not only are you tired but if you stay here you'll use it against me or ask for some of my paycheck or something.” You smirk at him as he and Osamu begin to laugh. “She's right Meian, I can drive her home.” Osamu tells him as he begins to pull out a bucket of water to wipe down tables.

“Fine” he nods towards Osamu before turning towards you, “Text me that you got home safe okay?” he pulls you into a hug before ruffling your hair.

You brush down your hair and nod with a grin. “Drive safe okay?”, he smiles as he yells out a ‘goodnight’.

You turn back towards Osamu to grab a towel to start cleaning, “Y/N, after you are done with the tables, just wait here for a few minutes. Atsumu is bringing extra products from the other restaurant so he might come in.” You smile and nod as you begin to to wipe everything down and Osamu walks into his office to close the registers for the night.

Twenty minutes later, the door opens revealing an annoyed Atsumu.

“Samu! The traffic was horrible, I'm never helpin' ya again!” he yells and you begin to laugh. He turns his head to you, “Yer Y/N, right? The new girl he hired.” You nod and you can't help the smile that grows on your face at the mere fact he has no idea, “Yeah I am, it's nice to meet you Atsumu.”

“Same here.” he places the giant box on the floor behind the register as he comes back out and stares at you for a few seconds. “Yer a girl right?” you look down at yourself and meet his eyes to say “Sure?”

He drags a chair across the floor and places it in front of you, sitting backwards on the chair.

“I've got a question for ya.” You nod, allowing him to ask.

“So, how would I get a girl to tell me who she is?”

“Sorry? What does that even mean?” you furrow your eyebrows trying to decipher what he is trying to ask.

“Basically, I'm texting this girl. She knows who I am because we got mutual friends or somethin but I don't even know her name. We have spoken every day for almost four weeks and I know nothing about her.”

Osamu walks out of the office towards the two of you smiling to himself, “You forgot the best part, Tsumu. Ya sent her a nude as yer first message to her.” You and Osamu laugh as Atsumu drops his head in his hands.

“I've told ya and her that it was a mistake. Plus she moved on from it.”

You smile at him as you say, “Well, maybe she will come around. Just be respectful of the boundaries she has set up. You skipped quite a few steps by sending a nude the first time you spoke, so be understanding of that. Who knows, maybe soon she will want to tell you who she is.”

Osamu widens his eyes before smirking, “Why Tsum, ya got a crush on her?”

You feel your face heat up as Atsumu looks at the floor. “Shut up, Samu!”

Osamu smiles looking at your reactions before he says, “Alright lets get ya home Y/N. Meian will kill me if I get ya home too late.”

You both begin to stand up as Atsumu says, “Thanks for the advice.”

“Anytime. I hope it works out for you guys.” You smile at him as you all walk out of the restaurant.

chapter eight- don't be jealous

riya's notes:

- i wholeheartedly believe that osamu doesn't talk with his kansai dialect until he gets around atsumu

- akiko did a lot of research into atsumu in the past few weeks, so she knew he probably wouldn't want a ton of people looking at him or to cause a scene

- y/n doesn't know if she likes atsumu, what she does know is that she cares about him a lot

- atsumu is currently planning ways to win his mystery girl over

- osamu knows his brother really well, he knows how he feels and he found it hilarious he was asking y/n how to talk to y/n....

- y/n texted meian right as she got home but he was already asleep

- pls let me know your thoughts <3333

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