#my writing: declan rice

[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.

[hendolish]

ty @purple-afternoon for giving me inspo :)

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declan rice/anthony gordon - dazed (part 2!)

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The air at the England camp is alive with anticipation. The excitement of the previous match lingers, creating a charged atmosphere, and Anthony finds himself drawn to Declan more and more each day.

They haven’t labeled their relationship, but all Anthony knows is that he likes spending time with Dec, definitely loves kissing him, and he doesn’t want any of it to stop. He also appreciates their banter, a language of its own, filled with teasing, and the laughter that makes Declan's face light up in the most captivating way.

The morning sun filters through the training ground, casting a golden hue over everything. Anthony stretches on the pitch, his muscles relishing the warm-up, when Declan jogs over, a mischievous glint in his eyes after he catches Anthony tugging down the front of his top from where it's ridden upwards.

“Ready to get schooled, Gordon?” Declan teases, nudging Anthony with his shoulder.

Anthony grins and rolls his eyes, feeling that familiar light and easy flutter in his chest. “In your dreams.”

They share a laugh, the kind that feels easy and natural. As they move through drills, Anthony notices how Dec’s presence steadies him. The banter between them flows effortlessly, punctuated by moments of shared glances and inside jokes. Somehow it feels as though they've known each other forever.

During a break, they sit on the damp grass, catching their breath. Declan leans back, propping himself up on his elbows, looking out over the training ground. Anthony can’t help but steal glances at him, taking in the way the sunlight highlights the contours of his angular face.

“Dec,” Anthony starts, his voice soft, “d'you ever think about what happens after all this?”

Declan turns to him, eyebrows raised. “You mean after the tournament?”

“Yeah. Like, what happens with us?”

Declan’s smile is warm, reassuring. “I think we figure it out as we go, mate. I like this,” he gestures between them, “and I don’t see why it has to stop.”

Anthony nods, feeling a surge of affection and a wash of relief he wasn't aware he was witholding. “Me too.”

Their moment is interrupted by Stonesy, who plops down next to them with a wide grin. “You two look cozy. What’s the goss?”

Anthony feels his cheeks heat up. He opens his mouth to respond, but the words get stuck. “Uh, nothing much, just… talking.”

Declan, ever the quick thinker, jumps in. “We were just discussing who’s got the best moves on the team. Obviously, I said you've got nothing on me.”

John laughs, clearly delighted by the deflection. “You wish, Dec. Everyone saw those moves after the quarters.”

The banter continues, and Anthony is grateful for the distraction. He admires how easily Declan shifts the focus, making everyone laugh and feel at ease. It’s one of the things he loves and admires about him.

Later, as they head back to their rooms, Declan wraps an arm around Anthony’s shoulders, pulling him close. “You alright? Looked like you were about to combust back there.”

Anthony chuckles, leaning into Declan’s side. “Yeah, thanks for that. I’m still getting used to… this.”

Declan’s grip tightens slightly. “Me too. But we’ve got this, Ant. No need to rush anything.”

That night, they find themselves in Declan’s room, the TV playing highlights from the previous matches. Declan lies back on the bed, and Anthony joins him, resting his head on Dec’s chest. The steady rise and fall of his breathing is soothing, and Anthony feels content in a way he hasn’t felt in a long time.

“Didn’t expect you to be such a cuddler,” Anthony murmurs, a smile tugging at his lips.

Declan chuckles, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on Anthony’s back. “Guess you bring it out in me.”

Anthony’s heart swells at the admission. He lifts his head slightly to look at Declan. “I like it. I like being here with you.”

Declan’s eyes soften, and he leans down to press a gentle kiss to Anthony’s lips. “Good, because I don’t plan on going anywhere.”

The next day, during training, the mood is good. The team is a well-oiled machine, working together seamlessly, and Declan and Anthony’s connection on the field seems to have bloomed alongside their off-field relationship. They move in sync, anticipating each other’s moves, creating opportunities that leave their teammates impressed.

As they head back to the dressing room, Harry Kane comments, “You two have gotten pretty close lately, haven’t you?”

Anthony feels the blush creeping up his neck. “Uh, yeah, we’ve just been… spending more time together.”

Declan, sensing Anthony’s discomfort, jumps in with a grin. “Can you blame him, mate? I’m irresistible.” He winks, making everyone laugh, effectively diverting the attention.

In the quieter moments, Anthony reflects on how much has changed in such a short time. He’s never felt this kind of connection with anyone before, and it’s both exhilarating and terrifying. But with Declan by his side, he feels ready to face whatever comes next.

As they lie in bed that night, Declan pulls Anthony close, pressing a kiss to his temple. “You know, I’m glad we have this time together.”

“Me too,” Anthony whispers, feeling the truth of those words deep in his bones. He looks up at Declan, their faces inches apart. “I don’t want this to end.”

Declan smiles, a soft, genuine smile that makes Anthony’s heart skip a beat. “It won’t. We’ll make sure of it.”

Anthony closes his eyes, letting the warmth of Declan’s embrace wash over him. In this moment, everything feels right. The future may be uncertain, but with Declan, he knows they’ll face it together. And that’s all that matters.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, Declan breaks it with a question that catches Anthony off guard. “How long is a flight to Newcastle d’you reckon then?”

Anthony enjoys the way the syllables trip off Declan’s Cockney tongue. “About an hour, I think.”

Declan’s eyebrows shoot up. “Wait, have you even got an airport up there? I ain't gotta buy a private jet or something?”

Anthony laughs and hits him lightly on the chest. “'Course we’ve got an airport, you div. It’s the north of England, not the third world.”

He can feel the rumble of Declan’s laughter in his chest as he argues, “Same thing.”

Anthony rolls his eyes but smiles. “Like I said, about an hour. Not... not that I’ve, like… looked it up already or anything…”

Declan’s eyes twinkle with amusement. “Oh, so you have been planning my visits, huh?”

Anthony’s blush deepens, and he sputters, “N-No! I just… I was curious, alright?”

Dec’s laughter is infectious, and before Anthony knows it, they’re rolling around on the bed, playfighting until Declan pins him down, swooping down to steal his lips in a kiss.

The kiss is warm and sweet, filled with the promise of more moments like this. As they pull apart, Anthony gazes up at Declan, his heart full. Whatever the future holds, he knows they’ll face it together, and that’s all he needs.

♡

[sl0wdiver]

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[canirove]

[arsenalgbt]

anyone a professional lip-reader cuz eye NEED TO KNOW what dec was yelling at big gabi about!

[digitaldiarystuff]

📍Masterlist

hi everyone, here’s my masterlist for all my stories make sure to check it out 💖

💔: angst

☁️: fluff

🔥: smut

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Arda Guler

Jealous💔☁️

Declan Rice

Enemies (To Lovers?) 💔🔥

Fermin Lopez

Good Enough For You 💔☁️

Celebrity Crush💔☁️

Our Secret 💔

Our Secret pt.2💔

Joao Felix

The Interview ☁️

Latin Grammys 💔☁️

Jude Bellingham

Friends? 💔☁️

Misunderstood 💔☁️

Old Habits Die Hard 💔☁️

Worst Mistake 💔

Worst Mistake pt.2 💔

Worst Mistake pt.3 💔

Enemies Forever 💔

Pablo Gavi

Age Doesn’t Matter (or does it?) ☁️

Age Doesn’t Matter (or does it?) pt.2 ☁️🔥

Insecure 💔☁️

For Better, For Worse 💔☁️

Christmas Miracle ☁️

Cut Out For It💔☁️

Pedri Gonzalez

Bad Liar 💔

Bad Liar pt.2 💔

Bad Liar pt.3 💔

Bad Liar pt.4 💔☁️

Good 4 U 💔

Good 4 U pt.2 ☁️🔥

Our Secret 💔

Our Secret pt.2💔

False Hope 💔🔥

False Hope pt.2 💔

False Hope pt.3 💔

Fatal Attraction

Fatal Attraction pt.2 🔥

Ruben Dias

Patient 💔☁️

I Hate You 💔☁️🔥

Disappointed 💔

Unexpected 💔

Unexpected pt.2 💔

Trent Alexander Arnold

I Can’t Let You Move On 💔

The Fight 💔☁️

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If you have any requests about which players I should write for, feel free to reach out to me

[f1daydreamers]

𝐟𝟏𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬' 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

WELCOME to my page, I actually created this Tumblr account 3 years ago and never used it, I recently found it but rather than deleting it, I figured I’d ‘recycle’ it and just use it as a page dedicated to fanfics.

REQUESTS are open and you may submit your own asks but read below to see what I write, don’t write and also what I do not tolerate on my page. I only write for a specific set of people, again, read below to see who they are. Suspense lol.

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Rules for Requests

My content will NOT cover topics such as smut, sexual assault, incest, violence, abuse, disabilities, or self-harm. I also avoid including any suggestive references to blood or weapon fetishes in my work.

I ALSO don’t write driver x driver or footballer x footballer, and not many works, if any at all, will take a male readers’ perspective.

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The drivers I write for currently are: Max Verstappen, Lewis Hamilton, Oscar Piastri, Mick Schumacher, Charles Leclerc, and Alex Albon.

The footballers I write for currently are: Trent Alexander-Arnold, Jude Bellingham, and Declan Rice. (Such a variety ik)

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𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚 𝟏

Charles Leclerc:

- A Dulcet Evening ~ You and Charles have a few weeks to yourselves before Baku, it’s Friday and you go to pull him off of the simulator when you instead see him playing the piano.

Lance Stroll:

- A Weekend or Two: Completed

Summary: Asking the driver of the team you work for to attend a wedding with you as your fake date is possibly one of the dumbest ideas you've had ever.. but also one of the best.

• Part 1

• Part 2

• Part 3

• Part 4

• Part 5

• Part 6

• Part 7

• Part 8

Oscar Piastri:

- My Muse ~ Oscar is a visitor at your first art exhibition - not exactly his scene - but it’s one that he contributed to financially to help you out, an upcoming artist he’s taken a bit of a liking to.

Max Verstappen:

- Rain Now Run ~ Being caught in the rain without an umbrella isn’t fun, but when you’re with Max? Fuck it.

- Expanding Our Horizons ~ Seeing your boyfriend play with his nephews stirs emotions inside of you. While it may be the first time you and Max have acknowledged it, it may also be the last.

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𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥

Trent Alexander-Arnold:

- Little White Lies SMAU ~ You’re a tease, asking for things you supposedly already have. Trent catches on... eventually.

- Breaking Barriers: Ongoing

Summary: Arne, in hopes to focus on his team’s mental health as much as their physical, recruits a younger but just as educated psychologist to work one-to-one with the more reserved players. Trent is one of them.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Jude Bellingham:

~ Coming soon!

[football-rambles]

Bonus Dad...Introduction.

Call it stepping up or stepping in

But step by step my world went spinning

Around that little heart and angel face.

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Bex is a single mother with a five year old, being a freelance journalist she spends most of her time at home chasing after her five year old daughter, she forgets that she use to be fun before she became a mother it isn't until one night out with her best friend she realises there's more to life than writing and watching Ms. Rachel.

She didn't expect to fall in love with a high profile footballer who happened to wear number 19 to her dads favourite team. But with a child in the mixture could she let him in?

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Introducing...

Rebekah Cooper

aka Bex

Mason Mount

aka Himself

Paige Cooper - Thomas

aka Little Coop

Scarlett Bowen

aka Best-friend

Declan Rice & Lauren Fryer

aka themselves

Ben Chilwell

aka Himself

Also Will Appear/Mention:

Mason's Family aka Themselves

Chelsea Squad aka Themselves

England Squad aka Themselves.

Jarrod Bowen aka Himself

Jake Thomas aka Baby Daddy

Tiffany Rose aka Bonus Mother

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Bonus Dad...Loading...

A/N: This whole book is fictional I do not know any of these characters mentioned, I only own: Bex, Paige, Scarlett, Jake, Tiffany. Images for Paige could possibly be Mason's nieces but for purpose of this story I'm trying to get photos of the back of shirt.

This Book belongs to me. I do NOT give permission for this story to be published anywhere else by anyone but me. This book will be posted on Wattpad which you can find here. 

[underwater-i-will-go]

What is your oldest WIP and what is the likelihood of it being finished at this point?

omg

so i went waaaaaay back and it was actually declan rice x jack grealish shower fuckery euros 2020 lmao the likeliness of me ever finishing it considering it's been there for almost 3 years now ... very unlikely.

but for more recent stuff.

when i started writing again a couple of months back after taking a break for a long time, the oldest wip on that list is twins zoom meeting lockdown era! michael in a zoom call and will sneaking into the room. the rest is imaginable i think <3 likeliness of me ever finishing that one ... possible ? i mean i've got my hands full but u never know x

[hendolish]

hii! for the ficlet request can i ask something with mason/declan and for the trope maybe something angst with jealousy involved at the england camp? and luke long-suffering thirdwheeling them

sorry if this is so vague!! 😭 btw love your writing!! i’m devouring every thing you write you’re sooo good! thank you for sharing your work with us <3

mason mount/declan rice | jealousy ♡

“Can you please stop giving the poor kid a death stare? You’re gonna freak him out.”

Mason finally drags his gaze away from Bukayo then and settles it onto Luke who’s sat in front directly in front of him. They’re in the cafeteria at SGP grabbing breakfast before training and Mason still feels like he’s half asleep having got very little sleep last night.

“What am I supposed to do?”

He asks after finally taking a few mouthfuls from the plate in front of him, “Dec’s always over there with the Arsenal lot now. It’s like I don’t even exist.”

Luke sighs like he’s heard all this before, “Maybe don’t make Saks think you want to kill him? He genuinely asked me yesterday if you have a problem with him or something.”

Mason grimaces as he twirls his fork between him fingers, “Tell him I’m sorry. I know it’s not his fault or anything… it’s just —“

Luke’s watching him with raised, anticipatory brows.

“Like, I get it’s team bonding and all that for the new season but he’s always so excited to see me and now I feel like he’s just… not.”

“Isn’t that exactly what we’re doing right now?” Luke points out with a grin on his face and Mason scoffs, “Team bonding?”

“That’s different, we’re like—“ He folds under Luke’s amused gaze, “It’s different, okay?”

There’s a small break of silence where Luke allows him to wallow in his hypocrisy, so Mason takes the opportunity to swallow a couple more mouthfuls before the other breaks and pleads with him.

“For the love of my sanity, will you please just talk to Dec? I’m sure he’s not doing anything on purpose. You know exactly how it feels, trying to fit into an already well-established team.”

After being stared down by Luke until he finishes his food, Mason reluctantly agrees.

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He’s never been one for confrontation.

It’s much easier to let things slip by, or to allow someone else to put themselves on the line, but this is something that no one else can do for him.

He manages to catch Dec on the way out from training, rushing his own shower and pulling on his clothes quickly to make sure that he’d be ready before him, and asks if he’ll come up to his room with him.

Hope licks in his belly when Dec smiles at him, in that broad and wide way that has never changed since they were kids, but then the other says, “Sure, I just need to find Rammers and Ben first. I said I’d—“

“Okay, stop.”

Surprising even himself with his curtness, Mason is quiet for a second to gather his thoughts as Dec watches him, surprise and concern troubling his gaze.

“I— this is exactly what I wanted to talk to you about… I kind of feel like we haven’t been so close lately and you’re always with your new teammates so it’s been kind of difficult for me to bring it up but I—“

“Mase,” Dec says as he steps into his space to grab onto Mason’s arms. Mason takes the opportunity to do the same, feeling the warmth of Dec’s skin there as his blue eyes flicker over his face, “Slow down a second. Breathe.”

The other was always good at this; helping him to calm down when there’s too many thoughts that Mason wants to voice at the same time. It’s a part of what makes him a great leader.

“You want to spend more time together?”

It almost sounds silly and menial coming out of Dec’s mouth, but the sincerity behind his eyes is what makes Mason nod, the other’s arms still grounding him. When Dec sees relief flicker across his face, he’s quick to bundle him up into a hug.

“Mase, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realise I—,” He places a hand over the back of Mason’s head as he hooks his chin over Dec’s shoulder where it’s always fit so perfectly, “I’ve just been so busy trying to fit myself in with the team and I—“

“It’s fine,” Mason mumbles against his collarbone, already feeling much better now that he’s in his best friend’s arms, Dec’s warmth engulfing him, “I know.”

♡

[red-and-white-and-black-and-gold]

Hi! Redoing my pinned post to include an introduction because no one reads bios I guess! xP

I’m Eleanor, but you can call me any nicknames derived from that or make up your own if you want! I’m very fond of nicknames except the ones my siblings give me <3

This is my side blog! My main is @write-the-stars. I am probably more active over there as I post about most non-football things over there, and I try very hard to keep all football/soccer and football rpf contained to this blog. So, follow my main if you want to know about my life and non football related interests!

My AO3 is Heavens_Gaze_Avert

Feel free to message me to chat about whatever, here or on my main! Puedo hablar/escribir español bastante bien también si prefieres o es más comfortable para tí <3

Blog Navigation (under the cut!):

Individual players I tag by their names.

Ships don’t get special tags unless I really like them.

Here are my ship tags:

Neymar X Messi: Surcease of sorrow

Ramos X Messi: Fall in love but go down swinging

Luka Modric X Sergio Ramos: As the poets say

Neymar X Sergio Ramos: Likliest unlikely

Julián Álvarez X Enzo Fernández: Cuties

Antony X Lisandro Martinez: Conflagration Hearts

Aaron Ramsdale X Ben White: Lambs to the altar

Martin Ødegaard x Granit Xhaka: King and counselor

Sergio “Kun” Agüero x Lionel Messi: the paths we walk

Aaron Ramsdale x Martin Ødegaard: Gold is your colour

Alexis Mac Allister x Darwin Núñez: Mate mates

Martin Ødegaard x Declan Rice: I met a man in Dublin town

Kai Havertz x Martin Ødegaard: oh promised princes where have you gone? To what crown will you lay claim? (Changed to:) I see where I’m going I see where I’ve been

Kai Havertz/Declan Rice: when i met you in the summer

Non Ship relationship tags:

Martin Ødegaard & Mikel Arteta: like looking in a mirror

Martin Ødegaard & Bukayo Saka: on a tall ship at night

Miscellaneous Tags:

Pose for a pic = my tag for photo shoots and any other photos that look to be deliberately posed

You’ve got a smile that can light up this whole town = my tag for any photo, gif, video, etc. of players where their smiles are the focus/highlight

The childrens = for when player or manager kids are prominent or a focal point of an image, video, gif, etc. I don’t tag individual children by name because I find it a bit creepy tbh

Hugs <3 = for when hugs are the focal point or just my favourite part of the image, video, etc.

E watches = if I am live-blogging a match I try to use this tag. Sometimes I forget.

E listens = if I am live blogging a match but only have radio commentary, I use this tag instead. Sometimes I forget.

E rambles = miscellaneous original posts, can range from personal anecdotes to well thought out mini essays.

Kitastic = talking about kits

Prompts abound = talking about fic prompts/requests

Struck through tags are no longer in active use but I won’t delete them because I am an archivist at heart.

I’ll update this if/when I add new ones or think of something else useful to say. <3

[canirove]

Rice, Rice, baby | Chapter 1

Summary: Liv and Declan, Declan and Liv, or the story about how a born and raised Tottenham girl falls in love with an Arsenal player... and its consequences.

Author’s note: Best way to celebrate my birthday? By sharing a new story about my beloved 🥳🫶🏻 I started writing this story back in October after making this gif (that's how Declan looks on this first chapter), and I got so inspired that I even managed to write like a script with everything I wanted to happen from beginning to end, which doesn't happen very often or never tbh 😅 I hope you like it as much as I do, and as always, thank you for reading! 💜

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Masterlist

"And don't forget about the national team staying with us next week. We need to be at our best, the club wants them to keep coming here and not go back to Carrington or any other training centre" our boss says.

"We always are at our best."

"I know, Alex. But you know what I mean.”

"Yeah, we have to kiss their asses" he mutters.

"Shh" I tell him, hoping our boss hasn't heard him.

"You know it's true" he whispers. "Since we don't have enough with our princesses, now we'll have new ones. And I'm sure they are even more annoying."

"If you dislike football and this job so much, why don't you quit?"

"I don't dislike football, Liv. I dislike football players, it isn't the same” Alex says. “And I don't quit because Tottenham is the team me and my dad support, they happen to pay really well, and I need the money. Besides, what will your dad say? He helped me get this job, I can't disappoint him."

"He'll survive" I chuckle.

"I don't think so. If I'm not here, who will make sure his daughter doesn't end up sleeping with a football player? Especially now that we are gonna have some Arsenal ones in the building. They are the enemy."

"That is so stupid."

"The rivalry between Tottenham and Arsenal isn't stupid, Liv. Please show some respect."

"Whatever" I reply, trying to focus again on what our boss is explaining.

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━

"Ready to meet our new princesses?" I ask Alex.

"No."

"Well, too late. They are here" I say when the doors of the cafeteria open and the players from England's national team start walking in, Harry Kane leading them.

"Urgh, not him" Alex groans.

"Shut up and get to work. And don't forget to smile."

"I don't want to smile at him. Or at any of them."

"Hello, guys. Nice to see you again."

"Harry, hi!" I say. "How are the Germans treating you?"

"Good, all good. How are you around here?"

"All good too" I smile. "Same as always?"

"Same as always, Liv."

After Harry some other players like Rashford, Stones or Bellingham also come get their orders, and then…

"Hi, what can I get… you" I say, getting lost in the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen. 

"A latte, please" he smiles.

"A… a la… a…" I mumble.

"Liv… Liv… Olivia!" Alex says, hitting my arm.

"Ouch! What?"

"His order" he says, nodding towards the blue eyed God in front of me. "Didn't you hear him?"

"I… Yes. A latte."

"That's it" he smiles again, the most stupid giggle ever leaving my mouth. What an amazing first impression, Olivia. 

"I… Umm…" I mumble again.

"Liv, hey! Long time no see!" 

"Madders, we saw each other three days ago" I say, my brain remembering how to work after hearing his voice.

"It feels like an eternity" he smiles. "Have you met Dec yet?"

"Uh?"

"Mr. Declan Rice. The most expensive English football transfer in history" he laughs, wrapping his arm around the blue eyed God's neck and messing up his hair, somehow making it look even better than it already did.

"You… what?"

"You hadn't recognized him?" Madders says. "I know he's had a big glow up, but he hasn't changed that much since the Euros."

"Yeah… I…" I say, feeling my cheeks on fire and the stupidest person in the world. How did I not recognize one of England's best players?

"Anyway, can I get the same as always?"

"He asked first."

"But he plays for Arsenal and I am a Tottenham boy, Liv. What will your dad say?" Madders smirks. 

"Her dad?" Declan asks with a confused look.

"He's been working for Tottenham since before we all were born and hates anything Arsenal" Madders explains. "So if he finds out that you are favouring him over me…"

"You are so annoying, James" I say, rolling my eyes.

"Yet you love me" he smiles. "So, can I get my usual?"

"No" I say, turning around and getting Declan's order ready.

"You are so rude, Olivia…"

"Yet you love me" I reply, making Declan laugh. "Your latte."

"Thank you, Liv" he smiles as he takes his cup, our fingers barely touching but being enough to make my face burn once again. 

"You're welcome" I giggle. You are so lame, Olivia. Dear God.

"Can I get my coffee now or are you gonna keep smiling at each other like two teenagers in love?" Madders asks.

"What?" Declan and I say at the same time.

"Flirting with an Arsenal player, Liv… What will your dad say?"

"Shup up, James" I say, turning towards the coffee machine to hide that my face now must be the same colour as Declan’s Arsenal shirt.

"You are an idiot, bro" I hear him say before walking away.

"What? Why? What did I say? Liv, hey. What did I say?" 

"Just go drink your coffee, James" I sigh.

"But…"

"Go."

"You two are so weird… Made for each other" he winks, making me roll my eyes again.

Once I'm done with all the orders, I can't help but check around the cafeteria looking for Declan. During the Euros he had already caught my eye, but he didn't look as hot as he did right now. He was definitely aging like fine wine. 

When I finally spot him, he's sitting next to other Arsenal players, a soft smile on his lips while sipping his coffee. And then… Then he turns to look at where I am. At me. And his smile grows wider, making my knees feel like jelly. 

"Best coffee ever" he mouths, remarking each word.

"Thank you" I reply, definitely smiling like an idiot.

"Olivia, Olivia, Olivia…"

"Holy shit, Alex" I jump when I hear him next to me.

"Flirting with an Arsenal player at work? And him among them all? Your dad is gonna be so disappointed…"

"Shut up, Alex" I say, giving him a push that doesn't move him from where he is standing. "I'm gonna go check that we aren't running out of anything, you know how picky the boss is with that."

"Yeah, run away."

"Fuck you" I reply, showing him my middle finger and hoping no one from the national team has seen it. The least thing I need right now is someone complaining to our boss because of my bad behaviour.

As I leave, I can't help but look at Declan one last time, and to my surprise, he also is looking at me. And when our eyes meet…

"Holy shit" I whisper. Can you get turned on by a wink? Because I'm pretty sure that just happened.

[arsenalgbt]

What are some of your fav fanfictions?

Who is your OTP?

What's your 3 biggest pet peeves about reading fanfiction?

What is your fav fic that you've written?

What fandom and pairing was your first uploaded story?

What is your most hated and most loved genre to read/write?

Any tips on how a non-writer can write their first fic?

get ur tea biscuits and other snacks ready cuz y’all know i’m gonna yap………..

lemme tell ya again n again; OFF-SCHEDULE my no. 1 fic of 2024 and i found it in february. we’re still in july now. idc. it’s the best fic of the year for me. i didn’t even know lance’s face had to google/tumblr him to get it. jfc. this fic. i’ve talked abt this fic multiple times hahahahahah it’s THAT good. go read it!! give kudos!! this roy kent/jamie tartt fic also lives rent-free. a glimpse of the kind of kink i want to put my OTP into; some consensual dubcon.

my current OTP would be deckai (declan rice/kai havertz of arsenal)

HOOO BOIIIIIIIIIII yo listen… when instead of the usual quotation marks “…” for dialogue, they use -…. LIKE sorry i can’t understand what your characters are saying if you’re using -I think I’m in love with you. Person A says. LIKE. my brain goes ???????? and i can’t enjoy the fic T_T there’s this F1 fic that is hard to follow because the author doesn’t differentiate who is saying what, who is doing what, who’s feeling what. they use continuous ‘he does’ ‘he says’ ‘he feels’ for two different characters PLUS they don’t use  recognisable breaks in timeline, not even a long horizontal line or whatever like *** or anything T____T i get so lost when reading lol (but i keep on reading cuz i like the story - don’t worry i gave it a kudos!) hmm what else? i think that’s it. i’m not fussy. if i don’t like it i just leave LOL

[saleeba]

hall of fame!

i.e players that i write for! names are in alphabetical order :D

abde ezzalzouli

alejandro balde

anass zaroury

arnaut danjuma

aurélien tchouaméni

brennan johnson

bukayo saka (fluff only bc that’s my older baby brother 😔)

christian pulisic

declan rice

dominik szoboszlai

emile smith rowe

ethan ampadu

fabio carvalho

farès chaïbi

fermín lópez

gabriel martinelli

gio reyna

granit xhaka

han-noah massengo

hector bellerín

jadon sancho

jamal musiala

jarrell quansah

jude bellingham

jules koundé

kylian mbappé

leandro trossard

levi colwill

loïc badé

martin ødegaard

mason mount

nayef aguerd

noni madueke

pedri gonzález

reiss nelson

richarlison

ronald araújo

rúben dias

son heungmin

trent alexander-arnold

william saliba

[mountttmase]

Hi love,

Do you happen to know of any blog that writes fics with Declan Rice ?

Take care xx

Ooo you know what I’m not actually sure.

Off the top of my head I know @leddows does, but there’s more on her Wattpad but I rarely see much for Dec.

If anyone knows of anymore then please let me know 💙

[judewrld]

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