#football imagine
time loop (ruben dias)
you finally find out why you’re stuck in the time loop.
warnings: smut
5. all your fault
Your mind barely had time to process what had happened between you and Ruben before your body was yearning yet again for him. And he was for you. Though spent from the first round, you became revitalized.
You tangled your legs in his, torso draped over him as you kissed him hungrily. Ruben cupped the back of your head as his tongue fought a losing battle against yours.
All of the pretense of hate seemed to be a cover for the obvious, you two had wanted this for a long time deep down. With the way you felt about each other cleared up, all it took was for someone to make the first move. Which thankfully he did because god was it a borderline religious experience.
Anyone from the outside would’ve assumed that you were lovers with the way that you consumed each other. The first round was oddly sweet, somewhat sentimental. The second round was driven by you, a torrid affair of sorts.
You mounted him, tucking him into your slick walls as you sank down. Ruben groaned at the feeling of you stretched around him. He fucked up into you as you bounced your ass up and down, skins slapping with contact.
His large hands kneaded your breasts, fingers toying with your painfully erect nipples. You held onto his biceps, chasing the high that wasn’t far behind after he’d basically imprinted your shape into the bed.
Ruben gripped your ass while you rode him with reckless abandon. One taste of him was enough to leave you wanting more, and more until you grew tired. But with the way he filled you to the brim and then some, you doubted you’d ever reach that point.
You had him slurring between English and Portuguese, grappling with the little composure he had left. It gave you a rush of power knowing that you’d reduced him to that. You would’ve smirked if you weren’t a moaning mess.
He urged you on with soft yet rough praises. That was enough to push you to go quicker and over the edge, collapsing onto him as you shuddered with your orgasm. Ruben held onto you as he thrusted into your overly sensitive core, drawing out cries until he met his end too.
It was well into the morning when you were both finally spent enough to float to sleep. Your head laid on his chest, his fingers drawing circles on your shoulder were the last things you remembered until the following morning.
Your eyes fluttered open to the run long risen in the sky, and cold sheets. You sat up, looking around the room for Ruben who was nowhere to be seen. After a quick shower and borrowing some of his clothes, you made your way to the kitchen.
He was standing in there with his back to you by the sink, looking out the window. You couldn’t help but bite your lip at the sight of him in his tight black briefs.
Your legs carried you over to him, your arms circling his waist from behind. He tensed at the surprise and seemed to remain that way even as you pressed small kisses into his soft skin.
“I’m starving.” You sighed. “Someone made me work up an appetite.”
“Is that so?” He turned his head to peer down at you.
There was something on his mind from his expression. He looked distant, a far cry from the way he looked last night. Your mind immediately began to draw conclusions. He probably regretted having sex with you now and was trying to find a way to let you down easy.
“What’s up?” You hoped your irritation wasn’t too obvious.
Ruben spun around, his hands falling to your hips. His eyes squinted like he was trying to find the words which only made you more fed up. He could be so upfront with you about other stuff before so why not now?
“There’s no easy way for me to say this but…” He cleared his throat.
“But what?” You sneered.
“I remember why we’re here, and it’s all my fault.” Ruben’s gaze held yours.
That Night
Ruben’s POV
He was in no shape or form against a night out, but he regretting coming along with a few of the boys to this new bar in Manchester. John, Jack, and Phil convinced him that it would be good to celebrate their match win which he did agree with.
The thing with not drinking is that there comes a point in the night where people started to get really tipsy and drunk. Then they become somewhat of a nuisance to be around. The guys and everyone they’d invited along were quickly approaching that territory.
Phil’s girl was already spilling her half full drink onto the floor, and John’s girl was annoyingly dancing around the group trying to rile everyone up. Her friend had come along too. You had cozied up to Jack, who was stroking your leg and eyeing your black dress. It was hard not to, you had to know when you chose it that you’d draw every eye in the room to you.
Ruben threw back another water, excusing himself to the bathroom moreso for a break away from the budding madness that was ensuing. While in there he checked his phone for a message from this girl he’d seen a few nights ago. There was none, not that he was surprised. Once she saw that he wasn’t into the flashy lifestyle despite being a footballer, he saw her interest melt off slowly at their date.
After hyping himself up, Ruben rejoined the group. Somehow they’d gone full 100 in that short space. John was singing to the top of his lungs, bouncing up and down with Phil while their partners recorded them. Notably missing was Jack and you.
One quick sweep of his head around the red lit bar was enough to find you two easily. You were tucked into a corner basically dry humping each other. Jack was palming your ass hungrily, your tongues sliding against one another’s.
That was enough for him. Ruben tapped John on the shoulder to let him know he was going to head home to some protest of course. His teammate quickly conceded knowing how stubborn he was when he made up his mind.
On the way to his car he saw a hooded figure lingering by. Great, the last thing he wanted to deal with was some idiot who wanted to try something stupid. Ruben watched them with cautious eyes as he approached his door.
“You need to tell her.” They said.
Whatever they were on or however much they drank was exactly why he didn’t mess with substances. No one was going to call him the crazy person talking to themselves in the parking lot.
“You need to tell Y/N how you feel about her.” They spoke again.
Ruben stopped in his tracks. How the hell did they know your name? And how did they know that? He dared to cast a glance at them, but couldn’t even make out their face despite the decent lighting.
“That’s the only way out.” They said with what sounded like a smile in their voice as the walked away.
He couldn’t recall how long he stood there dumbfounded. The way out of what? He wasn’t in some predicament because he was pretending to hate someone he actually…
Ruben shook his head. Maybe someone thought it would be funny to put something in his water. He took extra caution when driving home just in case that was true.
When he got there, he found himself still unsettled by that run in. Over an hour in his home gym and a shower later, he at least felt physically exhausted enough to go to sleep.
Just as he was about to, there were hard, disordered knocks at his door. Ruben swore as he put on the shorts he’d already discarded since he preferred to sleep naked. He marched down his stairs, ready to release his displeasure at whoever was at his home this late.
A peek through the side glass showed the last person he’d ever expect to be here. Especially after it looked certain that you were going home with a teammate of his tonight.
“What are you doing here?” He rolled his eyes before he stared your her wavering form.
You barged in, pushing past him on staggering legs. Ruben barely managed to catch your body before it made one with the tiled flooring. Your hand limply grasped at his arms.
“John booked me a taxi here because him and my roommate are gonna you know,” A pause for a hiccup. “Fuuuuck.”
Ruben looked towards the heavens wondering why his teammate would do that. But then he thought about your current state, how you could barely stand on your own two feet. It was better for you to be here than with Jack because who knows what mess you would’ve gotten into by staying with him.
“Okay, but you’re going straight to bed.” He sighed.
“You joining me?” You wiggled your eyebrows.
“Absolutely not.” Ruben shook his head.
He basically dragged you to the stairs until he grew tired of that and then lifted you entirely. You made little weesounds the entire time to the guest room where he put you on the bed, and removed your shoes.
You wiggled your toes, exhaling exaggeratedly. Ruben pushed the trashcan closer to the bed having a feeling you might need it later. There were bottles of water in the mini fridge in the room too should you need to hydrate.
Right before he left, he cast a look at you. Even in your annoyingly drunken state, making popping sounds with your lips as you snuggled under the duvet, you were devastatingly cute.
“I’m just down the hall if you’re dying or something. Goodnight.” He turned away.
“Nighty night, Rubey.” You giggled.
He smiled at the nickname. It was usually said at the end of an insult or condescending comment, but hearing it in that context made his heart do stupid things like jump.
Ruben crawled back into bed, removing his shorts along the way. He lied on his stomach trying to calm the butterflies in its pit. His mind couldn’t help but wander back to earlier, to that tell her how you feel comment.
What good would that do? He saw the way that you reacted to him when he walked into a room, how you could barely stand looking at him without getting visibly disgruntled. If he backtracked on his illusion of dislike and said the truth, you would probably laugh in his face.
“Rubey…I can’t sleep.”
He shot up to see you standing in the doorway clutching your dress in your hands. That left you in only a dark colored bra and panties. His eyes quickly averted themselves before his lower half started to react.
Y/N walked into the room, flopping down on the other side of the bed. It was a massive king so there was a considerable amount of space between their bodies. Still, just knowing you were there looking like that, this had to be some sort of test.
“Just…stay on your end.” Ruben coughed.
“Mhmm.” You said, slipping under the covers.
Then he felt movement, the sound of more articles of clothing being thrown to the floor. Jesus Christ now you were naked in bed with him. Ruben said a silent prayer, hoping that you would listen to him for once.
The soft snores he heard not a minute later confirmed his wishes for now. He settled into his pillow, following the sounds of your slumber into his own. Not knowing that it would be the catalyst to set the time loop into motion.
Offside
RLC x (fem)reader
summary: Ruben comes back angry after a difficult match and acts cold towards you and makes you cry
word count: 2499
notes: angst, fluff, light smut
You couldn’t hold yourself back from cheering loudly when you saw your boyfriend Ruben on TV score his second goal of this season. Your smile was so wide from how proud and happy you were feeling for him. You watched how he started running in the field celebrating his goal, pulling the signature pose by putting his finger in front of his mouth when his teammates suddenly came up to congratulate him. Everyone looked so happy, hugging and praising him. The only sad part at that moment was that you weren’t there with him and oh God, how you wish you were there…but you tried to brush that thought away and instead start imagining the moment he would be back home and you would finally be able to share your happiness with him and of course kiss the heck out of him. Nothing could ruin that moment…
Except when it did.
“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK”
You yelled when you heard one of the commentators saying that there is a possibility of the goal being cancelled for offside. Ruben and the rest of the team looked so confused and anxious. Then a replay of the goal was shown and the commentators said that Lukaku’s knee had slightly touched the ball before Ruben had passed the last defender of Wolves and got to score which lead to speculations for offside. Players from both teams were seen to be talking anxiously to the referee and after a long wait, the goal got ruled out for offside.
“fucking hell”
You whisperered to yourself, feeling frustrated and angry for the final decision. Then the camera showed Ruben shaking his head disappointedly while looking sad. Your heart immediately ached for him knowing how much affect it would have on him until the next match or so. You watched the rest of the match with less to almost no interest as your mood was ruined by what had occurred. The main reason you decided to keep on watching was in case your boyfriend scored again since you wouldn’t want to miss that. Of course you were happy for the team when Lukaku scored the next two goals, you were a Chelsea fan after all, but the thought of Ruben coming back sad because he lost his goal didn’t sit well with you. When the match finally ended with a disappointing result of 2-2 for the team, you decided to text him.
Y/n
hey, how are you feeling?
After sometime while you were cooking dinner, your phone tinged from a message notification probably meaning that Ruben had replied to your message.
Ruben
not the greatest, pretty tired too
ttyl
you sighed lightly after reading his text and typing ‘call me if u need anything, see yah’.
Putting your phone aside you decided to busy your mind with finishing dinner. It was much harder to do than being said though, since your worrying mind kept wondering back to Ruben. While cooking you would catch yourself glancing or checking your phone in case for any notifications but there was nothing. After two long hours of waiting you found yourself lying on the couch sleepily watching some TV. Then for what felt like the hundredth time you checked your phone once again only to notice that your last message was still not even read by him making you more anxious, so you decided to call him.
straight to voicemail, just great
After another hour you woke up to the sound of keys being pushed and the door opening, revealing your boyfriend. He looked exhausted but also mad; he wore a blank expression on his face for most of the part but you could see how his jaw would clench for a few seconds while he was moving.
“hey” you quietly greeted him after just waking up and stood up to slowly approach him
“I’ve got dinner ready if you are hungry, I will set up the table for you”
He seemed to pay no attention to you though as he was taking his shoes off and headed to your bedroom after hanging his jacket and leaving his bag behind. Your smile faded due to his cold behaviour and pushed your lips in to a thin line debating in your mind whether to follow him or not. You decided against it though, thinking that its better to give him some time to be by himself for now; so you went to warm up the food for him to eat once he was ready.
Half an hour later you heard Ruben coming in to the kitchen with his head a little wet from the shower while wearing a tight black t-shirt and some black trousers. The thin, tight shirt showed off his built muscles on his body, his broad shoulders were so evident and his naked arms looked so toned while angry veins popped out from them. He looked so sexy and you wanted nothing more than kiss him and let him take his frustration out on you but his attitude wasn’t helping you much. With the same expression as before he passed by you, walking up to the fridge and grabbing a can of beer from it. Leaning on the kitchen counter with your hands behind your back you stared at him waiting to say something to you but his full focus was on drinking his beer. You sighed quietly to yourself and decided to break the silence.
“i have dinner ready on the table for you.”
“i’m not eating that.”
Your face immediately scrunched up hearing his words. The way he said it made you so angry and sad at the same time. You understood that he was in a bad mood because of what happened and honestly fuck the food, if he didn’t want to eat, that’s on him but his tone was so rude, completely disregarding your effort to take care of him. You honestly didn’t know what else to do to help him out. Then he started walking out of the kitchen and headed towards the living room with the beer still in his hand and you following close behind.
“Can you cut the attitude and sit down for a minute and talk to me.”
silence
“Look i know that the match didn’t go we-”
“i don’t want to fucking talk about it”
“But you cant ignore me the whole day; i’m trying to be here for you, but you are giving me no chance. Since you came you haven’t even spared a glance at me.”
“Because i don’t want to y/n! I’m so fucking angry that i don’t want you around me right now”
He turned around to look at you this time and you could see the frustration in his eyes.
You chuckled “Well how can you expect me to be fine and sit around, when you are obviously feeling like shit”
He sighed loudly and pinched the bridge of his nose as he held his head low.
“Look i get how you are feeling, i have felt like that before as well and i have learnt that bottling everything in does no good to anyone and most importantly you”
He then pushed his head back shutting his eyes closed tightly.
“If you just tried to let it all out you-”
“Just leave me the fuck alone!!”
He shouted while glaring at you; his hands tightened into fists so hard that the can of beer wrapped around his hand, disformed. Obviously you couldn’t take it anymore. Feeling tears welling up in your eyes after hearing his angry voice, you turned around heading quickly to your room.
Once you entered it and closed the door behind you, tears started running down your cheeks. You covered your mouth with your hand trying to shuffle the sounds from your crying but soon decided to take a shower to calm yourself down.
You quickly stripped down from your clothes and entered the shower. The water was not warm enough yet but you didn’t care; being desperate to feel anything other than what you were feeling at that moment. With your eyes closed tightly you rubbed your hands all over your face, trying to get rid of all the tears and redness from your eyes and cheeks. As the water kept falling on you from above, you moved your hands through your hair, pushing everything back trying to relieve your body from all the tension. You mind was still working though; Ruben’s loud tone of anger was playing over and over again. You moved your face out of the water, your chest rose and fell as hard breaths came out of you and you quickly placed your hands on the shower wall to steady yourself. The quietness of the room wasn’t helping your mind as it kept wondering back to that moment and guilt started taking over you.
Had you perhaps pushed his buttons too far?
I mean you could understand that he needed his time but you were worried for him. You have seen him angry before but not like that; not to the point of him pushing you away or raising his voice at you out of anger. It hurt you to leave him all alone at this difficult time for him but if he wanted to act like that, then so be it.
Ruben was sitting on the couch, starring blankly at the TV, not really paying attention at the crappy show that was currently playing on it. Today’s events were still running through his thoughts and as if the match wasn’t enough to ruin his day, he had to snap at you as well.
“fuck”
A deep sigh left his lungs as he placed his forearms on his knees, burying his hands through his thin hair.
The image of your glistening eyes being the first thing his sees as he shut his eyes. Having a fight with you was honestly the last thing he wanted to do ever, but especially today.
The last few weeks have been difficult for the team; too many lows in such a short time, to the point where the pressure felt unbearable anymore. Getting scolded by the manager, working hard every day and when it finally seems like all the hard work pays off, the chance just gets ripped off of his hands. No words could ever truly describe how he felt when the final decision for his goal came out. But mostly anger was what had taken over his body.
After your fight he felt really guilty for making you cry and he thought about going after you to hold you and apologise for his shitty behaviour towards you, but he didn’t trust his mind or body enough. He needed some more time to calm himself down before he approached you again; too scared that he was going to mess it up again somehow. Looking at the two empty cans of beer sitting on top of the table, he debated wether it was now time to go and talk to you.
When he finally felt ready enough, he stood up and started heading to your shared bedroom. Entering, the sound of the shower running was evident from the bathroom and without much thought he went inside the bathroom as well and took off his clothes. With your head under the heavy water you didn’t hear any movements. You brought your head out of the water only when you felt a presence standing close behind.
Twisting your head around, you saw Ruben reaching for you from behind and closing the distance between you. His arms immediately wrapped around your waist softly caging you inside his strong body and bent down to place his head on your empty shoulder. His action honestly almost made you tear up since you thought that it would be difficult to be around each other after what happened previously. You felt so relieved that he proved you wrong and you finally got to have him close to you again.
With his mouth close to your ear, you could hear his soft breaths, when he suddenly started trailing small kisses from your shoulder up to your ear.
“im sorry” he whispered to you and you turned your whole body around to look at him.
“I know that it was wrong of me to act the way i acted since i came back and..-fuck the last few weeks have just been so tough- i-i just couldn’t control my emotions anymore, i couldn’t stand the pressure anymore, i’m really sorry baby”
Wrapping your hands around his neck, you brought his face close to yours and brushed your lips softly against his, giving him a light kiss.
“i’m sorry too, i should have given you more space and instead i just probably annoyed you.”
“No don’t say that..you were trying to be there for me and i just pushed you away like an asshole. i might have needed some more time to calm down but nothing was ok with how i treated you..”
He then placed a soft kiss on your forehead and went down to your lips, giving you light small kisses.
“Will you forgive me baby?”
You smiled a little as you felt his lips brushing yours lightly once again. You turned your gaze at him as you notice his eyes focusing on your lips. You pursed your lips leaning your head a little to the side as you made a thinking face.
“Hmm, should i?” you asked in a teasing tone.
“Hmh, you should”, he agreed placing his thumb on your lips and touching them softly.
“I think i need some more persuasion”, you whisper teasingly once again.
You then parted your lips against his thumb and then felt him tagging on your bottom lip with his finger, turning it downside. You watch him smirking once hearing your words and the next thing you know he is kissing you for real this time. The feeling of his soft lips against yours made your heart pound rapidly inside your chest. With his naked body against yours, the kiss gave you so much pleasure, making you kiss him harder. He groaned softly feeling your eagerness and he backed you up against the shower wall. As he was kissing you back with the same passion, he turned your face to the side making you open you mouth more and then you felt his tongue sliding into your mouth. His hands were wondering from your back down to your ass, grabbing a handful of it; making a moan slip past your lips. You two didn’t stop your intense make out, nibbling and tasting each other’s lips until you both got out breath.
“I think i can be more persuasive in the next room” a small smirk forming on his lips as he breathed hard because of your kiss.
Knowing that he meant your bedroom, a small laugh came from you.
“lead the way baby”
Red & Blue | Chapter 3
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“Isn’t this too much for a party?” I ask Leah as we leave her house.
“You look perfect” she says. “Mason will be at your feet.”
“When will you realize that saying those things is having the opposite effect? The more you say it, the less I like him” I say, getting into the car that was waiting for us.
“Sure” she says behind me.
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When we arrive, the party is already packed with people, the music way too loud. And I don’t recognize anyone.
“Told you your look wasn’t too much” Leah says as a group of girls walk pass us, all of them dressed as if they were attending some music awards or something.
“Let’s go find something to drink” I say.
We are in a corner, looking at everyone trying to find a familiar face, when I see him. Ben Chilwell. Chilly. He walks in with a guy I’ve never seen before, wearing just a sweatshirt and some jeans, his hair free of the gel he loves so much. All girls turn to look at him, and he just smiles them. Damn, his smile is even better in person.
“You are drooling” Leah says.
“What?” I say, moving my hand to my face.
“It was a joke, you silly. But seriously, I don’t know why you like him so much.”
As I’m about to answer back, I see him looking at us, and I feel my heart skipping a bit.
“Leah, he’s coming” I say, nervously grabbing her arm.
“What are two Arsenal girls doing at a Chelsea party?” Chilly asks, arching an eyebrow. He knows who we are? Who I am?
“Mason invited us” Leah says. “Well, he invited her and she dragged me here.”
“He did?” Chilly asks me.
Fuck, he is talking to me. Me! I only manage to nod as an answer, not able to say a word.
“I saw you during the last national break. You seemed to get along pretty well.”
Did he just say that he saw me during the last nationa break? I know Mason was there too, but he paid attention to me. Oh… my God. And again, I just nod. God, I’m making a fool of myself.
“He doesn’t seem to have arrived yet, tho. Do you want to find somewhere to sit?” he says, offering me his hand.
“Ok” I say, managing to talk for the first time, praying that he can’t notice my hand shaking. I turn to look back at Leah, to see if she is coming with us, but she’s just giving me her usual murderous stare. Which means she disapproves and will definitely be mad with me at the end of the night.
Chilly takes me to a sofa next to a window, his arm casually resting on the back of it, his legs very close to mine. But before I have time to freak out about it, he starts talking about everything and anything, making me relax. After a while, we both are deep in conversation, laughing from time to time.
“Should we get another drink?” he asks.
“I’m fine.”
“Then wait for me here, I’m gonna get a refill” he says as gets up and disappears among the crowd.
When he comes back, he sits even closer than before, his arm around my shoulders, his fingers sometimes playing with my hair or touching my skin. When he talks, he does it very close, his lips constantly brushing against my ear, setting my skin on fire. If it wasn’t dark, people could definitely see that my face is the same color as the Arsenal shirt.
“Why don’t we go somewhere a bit more quiet?” he asks.
“Where?”
“Just follow me” he says, getting up and taking my hand. As we start walking among the other guests, I try to look for Leah, but I don’t see her. The one I see, tho, is Mason. He looks very serious, his eyes fixed on Chilly and I. The moment he realizes I’ve seen him, he looks the other way, acting as if someone has called his name.
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“You seem to know your way around the house” I say to Chilly when we make it upstairs.
“Puli and I like playing basketball together, and sometimes I spend the night here. And speaking of basketball,” he says, stopping in front of a door “you seem to be pretty good at it. Maybe we should play together one day.”
“Yeah, sure” I say.
He just smiles, opening the door and gesturing me to walk inside.
“This looks nice.”
“Here is where I usually stay” he says, closing the door. “It has the best views in the morning with the sun shining through.”
“Views to a garden” I say with a chuckle, looking outside the window.
“Sometimes they improve. Like right now” he says behind me, hugging me and kissing me on the neck, goosebumps all over my body. “You aren’t with Aaron, are you?” he asks while leaving kisses on my collarbone.
“With Aaron?” I ask, confused.
“I’ve seen you on his Instagram. You seem to get along pretty well, always posting about the other” he says, one of his hands moving to my leg and slowly going under my dress.
“We’ve been friends since we were kids, just that” I say, trying not to sound as normal as possible and not as if I’m freaking out because Ben fucking Chilwell is touching me everywhere.
“Good” he says, moving both his hands to my waist and making me turn to face him. “He’s a big guy and I don’t want him to kill me when he finds out I’ve done this” he says before kissing me.
At first I don’t do anything, but when he kisses me again, this time with more passion, I let myself go, throwing my arms around his neck, kissing him back.
“Why don’t we get a bit more comfortable” he says after a bit, his lips still very close to mine. Again, I’ve lost the ability to talk, and I just nod, letting him walk me towards the bed. When the back of my knees touch it, he slowly pushes me down until he’s lying on top of me, kissing me again, his hands all over me.
“You can stop me whenever you want” he says to my ear.
“Ok” I whisper.
“Any time” he says, his right hand now under my dress, playing with the hem of my underwear. I stay silent, letting him know that he can keep going. He moves his fingers under the fabric, going down, my body tensing in anticipation.
“Fuck” I say when I feel him touching me.
“Do you want me to stop now?” he says, stopping to look me in the eyes.
“No. Not now.”
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“Finally!” Leah says when she sees me coming back to the party. “Can we go home now? I’m bored and everyone is too drunk.”
“Sure” I say, following her as she starts walking towards the door.
“I just called for a car. It’ll be here in 5 minutes.”
“Ok.”
“So…” she says, crossing her arms over his chest. “How was it? As good as you had dreamed it to be?”
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“Oh, c´mon. I know you went upstairs with Chilly. And I know you didn’t spend all this time just talking about the weather.”
“We didn’t have sex if that’s what you are implying” I say, mimicking her pose. “Not really.”
“Oh, I see” she says, giving me a mischievous smile. “Tongue or fingers?”
“Leah!”
“He seems to be into fingers. Mason definitely into tongue.”
“Shit, Mason!” I say. “Is he still around? Have you seen him?”
“Now you remember he exists?”
“Ugh, he’s gonna be so pissed. I should go say something if he still is around. shouldn’t I?”
“He left not long after he saw you disappear with Chilly” Leah says. “And you are right, he didn’t seem very happy. So those fingers better have been worth it.”
Little Poppy | Chapter 13
Author’s note: As you can see on this chapter’s header, we have a special guest: Lord Mason Mount, the Lord in Blue himself. If you have read that story, there is a little update about his life. And if you haven’t and want to know more, check it out! It is linked on my masterlist Also, as always, thank you for reading!
We spend the whole night on the road. I try to sleep, but I’m cold and too nervous, constantly thinking about what I am going to tell Declan. And about how he will react. Will he forgive me? What if he has already moved on?
Once the sun is out, we stop to stretch our legs, eat something and take care of the horses. My mother and the Rices had thought of everything.
“We are getting closer, my lady” James says after we stop for lunch.
“That noise is the sea, isn’t it?” I ask him. I visited the beach a couple of times as a kid, and I still remember the sound.
“It is. And that over there” he says pointing at something behind me, “it’s a very nasty storm. We should hurry.”
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It’s so dark outside, that I can barely see my hands inside the carriage. The wind is making it shake, water is already leaking inside.
“We are almost there, my lady. I can see the lights of the house” James shouts before a very loud thunder silences everything.
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When I make it to the Mounts’ house, I’m completely drenched and out of breath, but I still find some strength to knock on the big door. Nothing, no answer. What if they aren’t home? The holidays are around the corner and they may have gone somewhere…
I knock again, this time for longer. Nothing. But when I am about to start kicking it, a butler opens it.
“How may I help you?” he says as he looks at me from head to toe.
“I’m looking for Lord Rice” I say.
“I’m afraid he isn’t in the house today, miss…”
“What about Lord Mount” I cut him. “I need help, please.”
"We don’t give money to beggars or offer them a roof. You should go to the church in town for that” he says with a disgusted look.
“I’m not a beggar, I’m Lord Rice’s friend” I say, starting to get angry. “Please ask for Lord Mount, he’ll know who I am. It’s urgent.”
"I’m sorry miss, but I can’t do anything for you” the butler says. As he is about to close the door, a woman shows up behind him.
“Walter, what is going on? Who is this?” she asks.
“Just a beggar, my lady.”
"I’m not a beggar, you idiot!” I yell at him. “I’m friends with Lord Rice, and I need his help. The life of my carriage rider’s may be in danger, and if you let me stay here in the rain for longer, so will be mine!”
“Let her in, Walter” the lady says.
“What are you two doing at the door?” a male voice says behind them. “I can feel the cold everywhere, and I don’t like it.”
"This woman says she’s friends with Declan and that she needs his help” the lady tells him while he gives me a scrutinizing look.
“Please excuse me if I’m wrong and I’m being impertinent, but you are Lord Mount, aren’t you? Count Mason Mount, though you don’t like it because of the rhyme. And your friends call you Mase” I say.
“That’s me, yes. How do you know all that?” he asks.
“Because I’m Declan’s friend, from his hometown. You are probably tired of hearing him talk about me, especially during the last few weeks.” Or that’s what I hope, that he hasn’t forgotten about me that easily.
"You are the famous little poppy?” he says with a smile.
“I am, yes” I say, letting out a sigh of relief.
“She may be lying, my lord” the butler says. “Anyone could know that.”
"Oh, please, shut up” I spat, too tired of his impertinence, Lord Mount and the woman I suppose is his future wife, trying not to laugh.
“The woman Dec has told me about would have said something like that. But just to be sure, tell me something about him only you and I could know” he says.
“I…” My mind goes completely blank. I’m starting to get cold, everything in my body hurts, and my clothes are soaking wet. My wet clothes. That day at the cottage. “He has kind of a big mole on the left side of his chest, under his nipple more or less” I say, the butler letting out a gasp of outrage. “And he also has a few more on his right thigh. And… ”
“Alright, alright, that’s enough” Lord Mount says, still smiling but definitely feeling a bit uncomfortable. “I believe you, my lady. Please come sit next to the fire and tell us what happened. Walter, bring her a blanket and something warm to drink.”
The man just stays there, his face completely red.
“Walter, didn’t you hear what Lord Mount said?” the lady says to him.
“Yes, my lady” he says as he leaves, murmuring in disapproval.
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“The horses were already scared and nervous because of the thunder and lightning, and when they had to cross the stream that the rain had made on the road, they went completely crazy” I explain to Lord Mount and his fiancée. “James tried to keep them still, but it was impossible. One of them broke free, and the other manage to knock down the carriage, making James fall and trapping him under it. I was able to get out, but I couldn’t help him. From where we were we could see the lights of the house, so he asked me to run here and ask for help.”
“Do you know if he was badly injured?” Lord Mount asks.
“Only his legs were under the carriage, so he may have some broken bones” I say.
“I’ll call for some of the men and go look for him” he says. “My love, stay here with the lady. Make sure she eats something, and find her some new clothes.”
“I’ll take care of everything while you go and help that man, don’t worry. But promise be you will be careful” she says.
“I will” he says, giving her a quick kiss on the lips.
Red & Blue | Chapter 4
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“It’s official. Mason is angry with me” I say to Aaron while out having a drink, enjoying the beautiful weather. “He texted me the day after the party, and since then, radio silence. No more texts to wish me luck before a game or likes on my posts. And it’s been a month.”
“He has his reasons to be angry, doesn’t he?”
“But I already apologized for not talking to him at the party.”
“That’s not the only thing he’s probably mad about. He invited you to a party, and you ignored him to go have sex with one of his best friends.”
“We didn’t…”
“You didn’t that day, I know” Aaron says, cutting me half way through my excuse. “But you have since then, haven’t you? And Chilly has probably shared that with him. Which sucks.”
It does suck. And it is very likely that Ben has told him. Since the day Mason give him my number, we’ve been going out a few times, most of our dates ending with the same question: your house or mine.
“Great” I say with a sigh, sinking on my chair. “So what do I do now? Should I text him? Ask him to talk? I don’t want to lose his friendship.”
“You can try.”
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“He took a whole day to reply. And since when getting another stupid tattoo is having a busy week?”
“He’s mad and hurt, and doesn’t want to see you. You should respect his choice” Leah says, adjusting her ponytail before we go out for today’s game warm-up.
“He’s behaving like a child” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.
“You both are. And I don’t get why you worry so much about him. You have a boyfriend now, don’t you? The one you wanted. You should be happy, not worrying about Mason.”
“He’s not my boyfriend. And Mason is my friend. Or was. That’s why I’m worried.”
“If only you had listened to Aaron and I…” she says, getting up and joining the rest of the team.
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The game is a complete disaster. My head definitely wasn’t where it should be, and I miss all the chances I have, especially when the team needs me the most. That leads us to losing the game, Chelsea taking advantage of it and snatching the first position on the table from us. And we are playing against them next.
Half way through that week, I go out for dinner with Chilly, Jack and his girlfriend, who have come to visit from Manchester, someone spotting us and sending the photos to The Sun.
“At least you look cute” Leah says, scrolling through the article.
“That’s such a relief” I say, rolling my eyes.
“Is it too bad online?”
“My Instagram notifications were going crazy, I had to log off and let Eliza handle it. But before I did, it was bad, yeah. Someone was saying that two people dating don’t hug the way Ben and I do, and that he looked disgusted kissing me. It was a blurry photo taken at night, you couldn’t see a fucking thing!”
“And what does he say about it?”
“He doesn’t care. He told me to ignore it and move on. As if it was that easy.”
“What a supportive boyfriend he is, isn’t he?” Leah says, teasing me.
“He’s not my boyfriend.”
“According to The Sun and everyone who has seen the photos, he is.”
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The game against Chelsea goes as bad as the previous one, and we lose 0-3 at home, my performance being, again, the worst. I dare to check my phone while waiting for Leah to leave the stadium, hoping that maybe Mason has sent me an encouraging message or something. But looks like he keeps ignoring me. He’s probably too busy with that American girl his fans were talking about and that was at his last game.
“Twat” I mutter as Leah approaches.
“Who?” she asks, opening the car.
“No one” I say, getting inside.
“You better stay away from all social media for a while, let Eliza and your team handle it. People are gonna definitely go after you because of Chilly.”
“I know” I say, letting out a big sigh, checking my phone again to log off of Instagram. “What the fuck.”
“What?”
“Die you Chelsea whore. This is what happens when you sleep with the enemy. I hope Chilwell’s dick tastes good. Fuck you, whore. And those are just the comments that popped in the notifications right now, there are many more.”
“Idiots” Leah says, definitely getting mad. “Have they forgotten everything you’ve done for this team and club?”
“Well, I guess it’s time for a social media detox” I say as I delete twitter and Instagram from my phone.
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I’m making myself some dinner when my phone pings. A new message. A new message from Mason. Mason!
My hands were shaking as I typed that. Why? Why am I so nervous?
He isn’t mad anymore. He wants to talk.
“Yes!” I say, doing a stupid dance. But then I smell something. Something burning. “Shit!”
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The following weeks go much better. We win our league games while Chelsea misses some points, which means that we are on the lead again. I’m playing a lot better, and even though I don’t get to score, I feel like I am helping the team again. We’ve also played our first quarter-final Champions game against Real Madrid, a 0-0 in Spain, the second leg happening today.
And like Mason said, I do score on that game, my goal being the one allowing us to make it to the semi-finals.
Little Poppy | Chapter 14
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I fall sleep the moment I make it to the bed. When I wake up, the sun is completely out, illuminating the whole room. Once my eyes have adjusted to the light, I see a little note on the bedside table on my left.
James is alright. A doctor already checked him and he has a broken leg, but he will recover. Rest as much as you need.
MM
I let out a sigh of relief and try to go back to sleep, but my stomach says otherwise. I am sohungry.
Someone has left some new clothes for me and also everything I may need to refresh myself, so I decide to start getting ready. Once I’m done, I leave my room, but I don’t know where to go. Last night it was so dark, and I was so tired, that I didn’t pay attention.
“My lady, may I help you?” a young maid asks me.
“Would you mind taking me to the dinning room? I would like to have some breakfast” I say.
“Oh, my lady, it’s past lunch time. You spent most part of the day sleeping” she says apologetically “But don’t worry, Lord Mount told us to save some food for you for when you woke up. If you follow me…” I just nod and go with her.
After eating, I ask another maid to take me to James’ room. I want to make sure he is alright.
“You didn’t need to come, my lady” he says as I sit next to his bed. “There are more important matters you should be taking care of right now, like talking to the little Lord.”
“I haven’t seen him yet” I say. “He doesn’t seem to be in the house.”
James, probably noticing the sadness in my voice, holds my hand, giving it a little sqeeze. “He’ll come back, my lady. If he’s left, I’m sure Lord Mount will ask him to come back.”
I give him a shy smile, hoping he is right.
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“I’m sorry we’ve left you alone all day, my lady” Lord Mount says as we sit to have dinner. “But last night’s storm did some damage in town, and we’ve been busy helping people and making sure everyone was alright.”
“That’s very kind of you, my lord” I say.
“If I were you, my lady, I wouldn’t start flattering him. He becomes insufferable” his fiancée says with a smile before sipping her wine.
“Don’t listen to her” he replies with another smile, a dimple showing on his cheek.
I can’t help but blush and look down at my hands. I feel like an intruder, like I’m being part of something private.
“Dinner is ready” Walter says, bringing us all back to reality.
Once we are done eating, we sat next to the fire, the sounds of the waves in the background.
“You probably w<are ondering where Dec is” Lord Mount says.
“If he isn’t here, I guess he’s gone to visit his brothers and spend the holidays with them” I say with a shrug.
“He’s decided to spend the holidays with us, my lady. But he isn’t here because he has joined my father on a business trip to court” he says. “They’ll be back in a couple of days. He just needed to keep his mind busy and stop thinking about you for a little while.”
I only manage to nod, tears coming to my eyes as I think about him, heartbroken and looking for comfort with his best friend.
“He’ll forgive you, my lady” Lord Mount says. “He is an idiot, you probably know it better than anyone. But he isn’t that level of an idiot.”
I can’t help but laugh at that, which for some reason also makes me cry.
“He’s my idiot” I say between sobs.
“Just like this one is mine. Lucky us, uh?” the future Lady Mount says as she hugs me. Again, I find myself laughing and crying at the same time.
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It’s been three days since I arrived at the Mount’s house. And Declan hasn’t arrived yet.
While waiting, they’ve been showing me the area, taking me to visit the town nearby and on walks to the beach. Despite the cold, I love our little walks.
“I still remember the first time I came here” Lord Mount’s fiancée tells me one day. “Mason asked me to come because I had never seen the sea before, and he tried to convince me by saying that he was the best tour guide. He probably thought he was being super romantic and cheeky, when in fact he was just being ridiculous. But he made me laugh, and that was one of the reasons I said yes.”
“Declan also says stupid things like that. Stupid to the point of being annoying and wanting to punch him on that stupidly gorgeous face he has. So I guess that’s why they are so close. Two stupid boys. Our idiots” I say with a shrug.
“Our idiots” she replies as we both start laughing.
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It’s been a week. Still no sign of Declan.
Luckily, Lord Mount’s sisters and their children are back in the house, and they’ve kept me busy. One of their favorite things is playing blind man’s bluff in the big ball room, going completely crazy as I chase after them while making weird voices. This time, I’m a cat.
“Where are you, little kitties? Meow” I say.
“Not here, meow meow” one of them says next to me.
“I think I’m going to have to call my older brother the lion to catch you. Rawr!!” I yell. I can hear them running and laughing, though I can feel someone behind me. “I can smell someone… Right here!” I say as I turn and jump, trying to catch the kid who was behind me. But I find myself clashing against someone tall. Someone too tall for a kid. As I pull down the scarf in my eyes, I find myself looking into those eyes I’ve been dreaming with for months. The eyes that have followed me everywhere since the day a huge dog tried to attack me by the river. Declan’s eyes.
“Hello, little poppy.”
MASTERLIST
Welcome to my masterlist! :) Here you can find all my written imagines, both my old ones and my recent ones.
Last updated; 26.07.2021
♡ NEW IMAGINES;
➳ Jadon Sancho
Dangerous Hobbies
➳ Jesse Lingard
Babysitting
➳ Jude Bellingham
Surpise Visits
Quality time
➳ Kylian Mbappé
Pregnancy news
➳ Marcus Rashford
Q&As and FIFA
Mother-in-law
➳ Neymar jr.
Hopeless devotion
➳ Phil Foden
Date night
♡ OLD IMAGINES;
In desperate need of an idea for a Rúben Días imagine… Please gimme some?
November being the month I get back into writing? I sure hope so. With how busy work has been, I haven’t been behind my computer much after 8 hours of staring at my screen a day already. After some conversations, I’ve been going over my style of writing and I think I might do some rewriting by changing the perspective of writing from 2nd or 3rd person. Not sure yet which. Its gonna be new to write like that so please have some patience with me :) thank you all for following despite this blog being very quiet and I hope to see / speak to you all soon!!
People, you all are amazing!!! I posted my first one-shot only 10 days ago and I’m already at 101 followers <3 I hope you all will enjoy what’s more to come and just let me know if you wanna see something or just want to talk!
P.S. the requests in my inbox are coming, no worries! :D
Soooo, it’s time to get preparing for the first Sunday of the month and since I’m new here I just wanted to know from you guys if you have some good prompt challenges that I should write or any themes you would love to see? Drop a comment below or send me an IM
Who:Kai Havertz x Reader
Words:654
Disclaimer:I’m not personally involved with Kai Havertz nor do I know him personally.
A soft ironic laugh escaped my mouth as my eyes were focused on the television. Out of all things that were showing on the Belgian television, I had settled on Dr. Phil. He had been talking about how you know you met ‘the one’ if you had seen each other having the flu. Guess what was happening right now to me? Yes, that’s right, I was having the flu. The bucket next to our bed was my new best friend.
It was our first holiday together and everything so far had been a disaster. We hadn’t wanted to go very far, simply because it was a weekend off for Kai in a packed football season so we had ended up in Antwerp. The trip to Belgium had gone by pretty smoothly but that was about it. When we had entered the room, it was clear that the cleaning ladies were not done yet. The trash bags were scattered through the rooms and the sheets were dirty and in little heaps on the floor. It wasn’t hard to understand that Kai hadn’t been happy and went back downstairs. We quickly got assigned a new room, one that was even bigger than the previous one.
We enjoyed ourselves the first few days, but then I got the flu and I hated myself for it so much. Simply because it wasn’t destroying just my holiday but also Kai’s. I was embarrassed by the fact that he was only seeing me in the bed, running up and down between the bathroom and the bedroom. But he never complained one moment, he looked after me every single moment of the day and stayed in bed with me.
I had told Kai several times to go and enjoy the city, guilty for the fact that he was staying with me but every time he told me; “Y/N, I’m not going to leave you alone.” The small gesture warmed my heart.
Just as Dr. Phil had ended, Kai pushed open the door as he had left the room for a moment to get some food. It had taken quite some while and the raise in my eyebrows was enough for him to understand the question. “I’ve already eaten at the restaurant so you wouldn’t get nauseous like yesterday at the smell of the food. I did bring you some chickensoup, however.” I felt myself turn red at the memory of the night before. Yeah, that hadn’t been pretty at all.
Kai sat down on the bed next to me, pushing a strand of my hair out of my face. “It’s okay, babe. If this is what I have to do to keep you from throwing up again, then that’s what I will do.” He was so sweet and it made me melt on the inside. I snuggled up against his frame a bit more, his arms wrapping around me so he could hold me close.
“Thank you,” I mumbled softly, the words nearly unhearable due to me keeping my face pressed against his shirt.
“Thank you for what?”
“Thank you for taking care of me the entire time.” A smile appeared on Kai’s face, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “If you even think I would leave you alone in this room for you to look after yourself, you’re wrong. Yes, I had expected this holiday to go differently, but at least we are together,” he told me. A matching smile appeared on my lips as well.
“I love you,” he continued and I leaned up to carefully press a kiss to his cheek. He wanted to turn and kiss me on the lips but I shook my head. “No way, I don’t want to make you sick as well.” Well that, and I hadn’t had the chance yet to brush my teeth after me trying to have lunch which went wrong.
“But I love you too.”
So today is a day without something I wrote simply because I’ve been too busy. I hope to get something online or either the day after tomorrow.
I will need some help tho on who to write it on, please comment on this post who you would like to see next;
- Kai Havertz
- Dominic Calvert-Lewin
- Andy Robertson
- Jadon Sancho
- Someone else you would love to see?
I’m just stunned people… How on earth did that thing on Jack Grealish get over 100 notes in just two days. Thank you all so much for reading and liking it, it means more to me than you all think <3
Anyways, I wanted to update you all a little on how I’ll be updating this blog. The weekdays will be used for a one-shot or blurb a day. The Saturday will be used to post a chapter of a story I’m writing, so tomorrow the first chapter of my Mason Mount story will be posted. Once a month I’m gonna post on Saturday night a theme for a blurb day / request day and then on the Sundays I’m gonna start posting those as much as possible!
Blurb day / request day will start in August and I hope you all will like it :D
Guess who found back her old writing from like ten years ago? THIS GIRL. So lemme tell you, I’m gonna start rewriting it - change a LOT knowing me, probably with different players as well. So be prepared for quite some writing people!
So writing these first few days made me remember about why I liked it all so much. Thank you all for being so receptive and please sent in some requests because that makes me even happier.
Everything I’m writing will be added to my AO3 page as well!
