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you deserve better — mason mount

A/N: hiii 👋🏻 so this one is specially to my love @raremasey, thank you for trusting me with your brilliant idea and for being soooo patient with me and my slow ass, im not sure if the angst is angsting but i hope you like it 💞

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content: depressed!mase, mental health issues, miscommunication, angst & fluffy end

“You’re breaking up with me?” you asked, confused.

You had just returned from the grocery shop when Mason told you he wanted to talk. You were surprised he was awake, lately your boyfriend was often so tired he would come back from training and sleep until he had to leave again, so you should’ve assumed that what was coming wasn’t good.

“It’s not like this” he muttered. “I just want us to take a break”

You laughed sarcastically, not knowing how to deal with what you were feeling.

“A break? Wow. What the fuck do you mean, Mason?”

“This is for the best, Y/N” Mason sighed, looking tired. “I want the best for you”

“For the best? Oh my God, I just moved in with you. I left everything behind. I have no friends here, I have no job. I followed you because Manchester was what you needed, and you’re asking me for a break?” you laughed again, trying to hold the tears.

After two years dating Mason, seeing the man you love in the verge of tears asking you for a break was the last thing you expected to see when you just moved together.

“You don’t get it” he rested his face on his hands, breathing deeply. He knows you wouldn't understand — you’re not inside his messy mind. But he wished you could at least believe he would always do what’s best for you, and right now he’s not. Right now, he’s the worst person you could have by your side.

“You’re right, I don’t. I don’t get why the man I love is standing in front of me telling me he doesn’t want me anymore” you felt a single hot tear spilling down your face and cleaned it aggressively. “That I’m not the woman he loves anymore”

“It’s not like that, Y/N! Please… of course I still want you, and that’s why I’m doing this. I’m sorry that I don’t know how to explain”

You frowned, not believing that he was telling you he loves you while breaking up with you. You felt pathetic.

“There’s no need. I’ll just need a few days so I can get my things” you kept holding your tears, trying to show you had everything handled.

Mason’s face dropped, and even though you didn’t notice, his hands were shaking.

“You don’t- you can stay here. I wouldn’t ask you to leave, you moved with me. This house is yours too” he tried to change your mind and you laughed sarcastically at his words.

“This house is anything but mine”

“You don’t need to spend money moving somewhere else, please, stay”

“What the hell, Mason? Do you want me to move to the guest room? Want me to be your distant cousin when you start bringing girls here?” you exploded, screaming and pointing him a finger.

“I would never” he shook his head. “I would never bring anyone here”

“Right, so you want me to stay here to hear when you come back drunk after you fucked them somewhere else”

“Y/N, this is not-”

“I’ll accept your offer whilst I see how I’ll move back to London” you interrupted him, wanting to get out of his view quickly. “Goodnight, Mason”

—

You didn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you crying, so as soon as you grabbed most of your stuff in his bedroom you locked yourself in the guest room and finally let your emotions take control.

What the hell has just happened?

Why did the guy you felt was your soulmate just broke up with you after two years of promising you the world?

It felt like Mason had just realised what you’ve been fearing since you’ve met: you’re not enough for him. His lifestyle doesn’t match yours, the amount of money he has, the places he needs to be.

You’re just a girl from Portsmouth, whilst Mason it’s Portsmouth’s star.

Before you could notice, you were crying loudly, strong sobs cutting your breath.

Mason knocked on the door, trying to open before realising it was locked.

“Y/N- can we talk? Please, baby”

“Don’t call me baby” you screamed at the closed door, hugging your pillow tighter. “I can’t even ask you to go away because we’re in your fucking house, the least you can do is leave me alone”

Mason felt his heart aching. In his head, the spiral of thoughts made so much more sense, but from the moment he said them out loud he knew he fucked up.

But he also knows he couldn’t take it back. You deserve more than he’s capable of offering to you right now, and he knows he can’t keep dragging you down with him.

Giving you the space you needed, he walked to his room — yous room, and tried to sleep in his cold and empty bed, but the way you were crying kept stabbing his heart.

And even though he was aware that was his fault, the need to hold you and comfort you kept him awake.

—

When you woke up, Mason had already left for training, and you thanked the universe for that.

You walked to the kitchen, looking for ice to help you with your puffy eyes, and something light to eat. You were still feeling nauseous and too sad to eat a proper meal, so you grabbed a few grapes and a tiny bottle of juice.

After eating, you tried to go to Mason’s room to pick up any stuff you might have left there the night before, but the vision of his door made you feel like throwing up. How the fuck you were supposed to face this whilst living in the same house as him?

Why the fuck he would ask you that?

You realised that questioning the whole thing and trying to find answers in an empty house wouldn’t help you move out quicker, so you went back to the guest room and took a shower, trying to start a fresh new day.

With your fresh set of pyjamas and your laptop, you went downstairs to grab a bottle of your favourite cold tea and sat on the couch and started looking for ways to reorganise your life.

You looked for a few jobs, so you could move as soon as possible, and also took the time to search for a few universities. When you met Mason you had just finished high school and were enjoying life a bit before going for college since your job was nice and it gave you the chance to do a lot of things.

But then, he told you about moving, and none of you wanted to be far apart so you left everything behind and followed you.

Mason never made you feel bad about moving with him without having money to help. In fact, he’d always been supportive, encouraging you to stop looking for a job and getting in college instead.

Even now, he’s not even asking for you to leave his house, always acting like what is his, it’s yours too.

But if you never felt good living on his money, then now you feel even worse.

You want a new job, and you want to go to college. And you’ll do both.

—

It was a tough week.

You ignored Mason, Mason tried to give you privacy, you got mad at Mason for giving you privacy because it was like he was trapped in his own house and Mason had no idea how to fix what he just broke.

Between all of it, you were still looking for a job and applying to your favourite universities, cleaning the house when you could and cooking Mason’s meals.

Seeing that you were still making him breakfast and dinner every day made him feel even worse. Every time he was back from training, he entered his room wanting to cuddle and to let you comfort him, but then he was taken aback with the realisation of what he did.

To be fair, you know Mason tried to talk to you a few times, and even slept by your door one night since you wouldn’t unlock it when he was home.

But you were hurt. Really hurt. You know he’s been facing a hard time, but the fact he wanted a break from you made you insecure. It broke the blind trust you had in him.

It didn’t help that in the same week the tabloids instantly started talking about Mason and a mysterious girl, questioning if he was single or if he was cheating, and the fans started coming to your profiles, asking you about him.

It was such a coincidence the news talking about it in the same week he dumped you, that it was obvious for you that he was probably seen with someone else. With another girl.

So you drowned in study, only leaving your room to cook and to run outside for a few minutes, trying to focus on yourself and remain healthy even though your heart was falling apart.

During the day it was easier since you were alone at home. The nights were the worst.

Knowing he was there, but not with you. Not being able to talk with your favourite person, to hear about his day. Not being able to cuddle to sleep, to hold his face in your hands.

And knowing that he was the reason why you weren’t able to love on him.

By the second week, you were a wrecking mess.

Gossip pages kept talking about Mason and this girl, that you don’t know who it is. You only left your room when he was at training or at a game, locking the door when he was at home, and the only way you knew about him was through Man United’s social media.

On a particular night, you had cooked his dinner and headed to your room, taking a long shower and getting ready for bed. You had just chosen what you would watch when your phone started buzzing with a FaceTime call from Mason’s brother.

Sighing, you accepted the call and waited for him to talk.

“Y/N? Hey, I’m sorry I’m calling you kinda late, but it’s everything okay?” Lewis’ concerned face filled the screen and you recognised his car. “Mason is not answering since this morning and I’m starting to worry, we’re getting there so I wanted to be sure he’s at home”

Lewis had no idea, but his words brought the worst kind of panic to your heart. You jumped out of the bed without even answering him and rushed outside, unlocking your door and running to the other side of the corridor before opening Mason’s room door to see that his bed was empty and messy.

Running downstairs with your heart in your mouth, you entered the living room in a rush, stopping suddenly when a group of men entered your view. Shaw, Rashford, Höjlund and McTominay were playing video games and eating snacks, but Mason was nowhere to be seen.

“Y/N? We woke you up?” Luke seemed surprised, instantly getting on his feet and approaching you. “Mase told us you were out this night, I’m sorry if we disturbed you”

When you didn’t answer, Rashford got on his feet too.

“You’re pale, Y/N. It’s everything alright? Do you need anything?”

You looked around, feeling lost in the place you used to call home, Lewis forgotten in your phone.

“What’s wrong?” Mason showed up coming from the kitchen and taking a few seconds to notice you were there. The sight of your confused face and the bags under your eyes made his heart hurt. He hadn’t seen you in so long… “Y/N-”

“Lewis is trying to talk to you” you murmured, giving a quick smile to his teammates before heading upstairs, back to your room.

When you finally closed the door, your entire body began to shake, your heart having difficulties to process that he was fine and nothing that you imagined had actually happened.

The anxiety and panic you’ve felt minutes before got the best of you and you try to make it to your bed, falling a few steps before reaching it.

“Hey” Lewis’ alarmed voice reminded you he was still in the call. “What’s wrong? You’re on the floor? Wait, why did you enter the guest room? Y/N, what’s happening? Jaz, can you take my phone and talk to her please”

You tried to answer him, but everything that left your lips were heavy sobs and grunts, your hips hurting from the fall. When Jaz’s face showed up, you felt the urge to let it all go like you’d with your sister — a sister you don’t have.

“Y/N you need to breathe. Breath with me” she tried to keep your attention on her while, noticing how uneven your breath was. “Can you tell me what happened?”

You shook your head, still feeling like you were choking on your tears. “I’m sorry. I thought ‘well, it must be bad if he’s not answering his own brother’, and then the possibilities terrified me”

“It’s okay, He’s okay, isn’t he?” Jaz calmed you, and you nodded. “Good. Now, keep breathing. What happened? Why does it seem like you’re having a panic attack?”

“I don’t know if I should talk about this with his sister, Jaz”

“Don’t be silly, I just wanna help you. I’m like your big sister too, aren’t I?”

“I miss you” you sighed, pouting like a kid.

“We’re almost there, my love. Do you think you can open the door for us?”

You tried to get on your feet and the pain was instant.

“I can’t, actually. My hip hurts”

“Hurts like you’ll need painkillers or like you can’t actually get up?” Lewis’ voice could be heard, and you attempted to get up.

“I don’t know” you whined. “Like I can’t get up, I think”

“Do you want me to call an ambulance?” Jaz asked, concerned, but you were quick to say no.

“No! No, his name will be everywhere tomorrow”

“He wouldn’t care if it’s for you, Y/N”

“Now he might, I don’t know”

“What do you mean?” Jaz frowned at you.

You figured out there was no need to hide from them, once they’d found out as soon as they saw Mason, so you shrugged.

“We broke up”

“What? Why?” she looked more confused that yourself that night.

“I don’t know. He asked for a break, but I don’t do breaks. Why would you need a break from someone you love? So you can be with someone else without feeling guilty? And then the tabloides…”

“Yeah, we saw it. That’s why we’re coming over, we we’re worried about how he’s dealing with it”

“I don’t think he’s too worried about it” you sighed, telling them the last few weeks and what just happened in the living room.

“And he hadn’t followed you to see how you are? What if we weren’t coming over, would you lay hurt on the floor forever?” you could hear Lewis’ voice, and your cheeks got red.

“I’ve been locking myself when he’s at home, so he hadn’t had the chance to talk to me even when he tried to”

“Y/N… communication is the key” Jaz told you.

“I know, but this is not the time to talk about it”

“Fine. We’re here” Lewis announced, turning off the engine.

—

“Lewis?” Mason opened the door, surprised. “What are you doing here?”

Thankfully, the boys had already left and Mason was alone in the living room.

“Goodnight Mase. Can I talk with Y/N?”

“Oh, so” he scratched his neck, not ready to talk about it yet. “About this, there’s something I need to tell you”

“Yeah, I know. I’ll go to her room real quick, yeah?”

“She’s not in our room. And she doesn’t unlock the door when I’m home”

“She will unlock it for me, don’t worry” Lewis tapped his shoulder before heading to the guest room.

“Have you talked to her?” Mason frowned, following his brother. You could hear they talking and you hid your face with your arm so Mason couldn’t see you’ve been crying.

“Hey Y/N, it’s Lewis. Jaz is in the car, can I take you to her?”

You nodded, groaning when he lifted you up.

“What happened?” Mason asked, but no one answered him. “Y/N? Are you hurt?”

You could feel the desperation in his voice, but you had no strength to talk. Lewis put you in the car, where Jaz instantly hugged you, before going back inside to take your stuff.

“What the hell are you doing?” Mason asked, watching Lewis looking for something in his bedroom’s bathroom.

“Taking Y/N’s stuff, she’s going back to Portsmouth with me and Jaz”

After taking what he needed from Mason’s room, he went to the guest room to take only the essential things he thought you could need.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m taking her out of this house. I won’t let you treat her like that” Lewis kept talking with a firm tone whilst taking your skincare products and then looking for a few pieces of clothes. “She can stay at mum’s for a while”

Mason’s eyes widened. “No. No, you’re not” he tried to take your stuff from Lewis’ hands.

His brother gave him a look and Mason stopped immediately. He wanted Lewis to scream at him, and the fact he was talking low and contained was killing Mason.

“Try me, Mason Mount” Lewis whispered. “We all know you’re going through something, and you know how much I love you, but this is not an excuse. I thought you would ask her for help. Find comfort in her to get through this. But asking for a break? Going out and hooking up with other girls while she’s still living with you? Do you have any idea how she was when we found her?”

Mason stayed silent, so Lewis kept talking.

“Jaz wanted to call the ambulance, if this can make you understand why she’s coming with us”

Mason’s eyes watered and he wanted to explain better, tell his brother that he never hooked up with other girls and why he asked you for a time, but he should’ve done this days ago — Lewis wouldn’t hear him now. Neither would you.

“It’s not like that, Lewis, I never hooked up with anyone-“ he shook his head, but his brother headed to the door without paying attention.

Mason ran to block his way, receiving a flat look, and Lewis sighed. “You don’t have to make this more difficult than it already is, Mase. She’s coming with me”

“No!” Mason screamed at his face, and it was obvious how unbalanced the younger one was. “She’s not”

“Mason, I’m your brother and I will never let go of your hand, but you need to calm down and think about what you want. I‘ll call you tomorrow so we can talk, alright?” Lewis kissed Mason’s forehead and walked to his car with your bag.

Mason’s heart broke in a million pieces seeing you huddled in the back seat, Jaz’s body cuddling yours. His eyes watered when he called your name and you didn’t look at him, your shoulders shaking.

How the hell did he ruin his entire life in just two weeks?

When his brother started the car, Mason instantly picked up his phone and texted Luke.

—

The ride back to Portsmouth was long and you slept through most of it, not even realising when Jaz and Lewis switched places so he could rest too.

“Since it’s Friday night we’re all in our family’s house” Jaz told you as soon as she saw your eyes open. “Do you mind coming with us? I can book an hotel if it’s too much for you, being with his family”

“No, I’d love to spend some time with you all. You know how much I love your family, Jaz”

“We love you a lot, too. Especially Summer, but the whole family loves you” Jaz giggled, thinking about how happy Summer will get just by seeing you.

“The whole family but my boyfriend” you laughed,

“I’m sure we’ll understand what’s going on tomorrow, Y/N. Lewis will talk to him”

You shrugged, feeling too tired to debate. Jaz helped you settle in one of the guest rooms, and since it was in the middle of the night you didn’t see anyone.

By the morning, everybody was really happy to see you, and explaining the whole thing to Debbie was the worst part of it.

“I don’t know what’s happening with him” she told you with a sad tone. “I’m not trying to defend him, Y/N, please no. I’m just so worried. He doesn’t answer our calls anymore, barely answer our texts, doesn’t want to come visit”

“It’s just a hard time, Debbie. I know he misses you and his old life, he misses London and his friends. It’s been a rough time for him” you smiled softly. “I think he’s just feeling lost, and maybe I just didn’t made him feel settled there”

“Still, this is not an excuse to do what he did” Lewis interrupted, sitting on the other sofa. “If he’s lost, if he’s struggling, if he’s sad, he needs help. Pushing you aside it’s not the answer. No when you left your life for him. You lost things too”

“Lewis is right, you left everything behind. He is not obligated to stay with you just out of gratitude, but if he wanted to end things then he should’ve done it in a better way” Debbie nodded. “I think I should visit him so we can have a talk”

“I called him this morning” Lewis sighed. “I think he needs real help, mum. But we’ll help him, yeah?”

He kissed Debbie’s head, but Jaz frowned at him.

“What do you mean with real help?” she asked, sighing too when Lewis shrugged. “I think we shouldn’t have left him alone”

“Yeah, we shouldn’t have, but he’s okay. Shaw talked to me about half an hour ago. Jaz, can we talk real quick?”

Once they left you alone with Debbie and Summer, you tried to play with the little one and give her attention. When she asked why you were there, you told her that uncle Mason and you had a little fight, but that everything was okay.

“Oh” Summer gasped. “This is why uncle Mase told me he was sad?”

You frowned, suddenly worried. Mason never let his nieces get in the middle of adult problems, so you pulled Summer closer and kissed her head.

“What do you mean, baby girl? What did Uncle Mase have told you?”

“That he was feeling really, really sad, and that he was hurt” she pouted, pointing to her forehead. “Here”

You tried to keep focused on her, but you could only think about Mason, your heart aching just from thinking about what ‘really, really sad” meant.

When the adults were back, Summer was practically sleeping so Lewis took her and left you and Jaz alone.

“I’ll have this conversation with you, because I see how bad you’re hurting and I care too much about you. But I’m not trying to say he’s not wrong, or that you should forgive him just because of his condition, this is not what I think at all and-”

“Jaz! Just say it” you interrupted her, your heart racing in your chest.

“We think Mase has been in a depressed state. Not depressive yet, but it won’t take long if nothing changes”

“Alright” you took a deep breath, already feeling guilty that his siblings stayed by your side and that the three of you left him alone at home. “What do we do now?”

“We?” Jaz asked. “Are you sure?”

“We know Mason, Jaz. Of course I’m hurt, especially by the fact he preferred asking for a break instead of asking for help, but I’m not letting him by himself when he needs me the most”

“There’s not much we can do” she sighed, and you imagined how hard it was probably being to his siblings, seeing their baby boy in a state like this. “Lewis talked to Shaw and they decided to take Mase to the club’s doctor. It’s a start, but Mason needs to want help for this to work”

You nodded, feeling overwhelmed by a feeling you couldn’t even explain. He’s facing a hard time - but he’s alive, and as long as he’s still here, he can face this.

And despite being worried about him, knowing that the way he acted wasn’t entirely his fault took the part of the weight out of your shoulder. Even though his actions were still hurting, the truth is that you’d always be patiently waiting for him to be better.

For him to come back.

Before you went to bed that night, your phone buzzed with a single text, your heart trying to jump out of your chest whilst your entire body ached with the urge of holding your boy again.

—

Two months later, you were still missing him like crazy.

You never answered that text, simply because you had nothing to say. It was a promise, and you were waiting for him to keep it.

Since you left Manchester, Lewis would send you a message every morning saying “Mase is asking about you, do I have permission to tell him anything?”, and the answer would always be “as long as you tell me how he is”.

Even though you were still feeling hurt, the answers always made you smile. “He started therapy today” and “he’s back at training” were the ones you loved the most to know. And, of course, the fact he asked about you every single day warmed your heart.

Lewis told you that the only reason why Mason hadn’t visited yet nor sent you any message was because he only wanted to talk with you when he was feeling more like himself again, and you respected it.

Of course you’d be there for him if he asked you, but deep down you wanted to see your Mason — not the one who asked you for a break.

So, since the day Jaz and Lewis brought you to Portsmouth you’ve been at Debbie’s house. She and Tony took care of you, giving you space every time you needed but also supporting you to go out a bit, study outside or even hang out with them. You also started a remote job, and it felt like the only thing left for you to be fully happy was for Mason to be good.

You discovered that the family used to reunite every weekend, so they could have lunch together — and, when Mason is playing, so they can watch him. By every weekend, you felt more part of the family, and the fear that maybe Mason meant it that night, that maybe he won’t want you around even when he feels better, started to grow inside you.

One of those weekends, almost four months that you left Manchester, Summer wanted to go to the park before lunch and most of the family followed her and Jaz. You stayed at home with Tony so you could keep an eye on a sleepy Mila, since Jaz didn’t want to wake her up.

You were in the living room, watching Mila’s peaceful sleep when someone knocked at the front door and Tony left the kitchen saying “I got this”. You chuckled at how cute and sweet he always is, but then found it weird when he didn't return with whoever was knocking, making your way to check if everything was alright.

“Dad, please. I just wanna talk with her” you stopped in your tracks, feeling goosebumps all over your body. There’s no way you could not know this voice.

“I don’t know if she wants the same, Mase. Let me check, alright? I’ll just ask real quick” Tony told him, and you appreciated that he thought about your well being. If you didn’t want to talk with Mason — which you do, it could turn into a mess if he let him enter without warming you.

“Tony, c’mon” Mason snorted, and you know he’s impatient. “That’s my girl. I just need to see her”

Tony stared at Mason for a few seconds and you bit a smile, quickly stepping into their vision field.

“It’s alright. Can you give us a moment?” you touched his shoulder, and the way Mason’s eyes shimmered when he saw you made your tummy flutter.

“Of course. Kid, you’re staying for lunch?”

“Yeah” he nodded, eyes not leaving you.

“So you better come help me when you finished your talk” Tony teased, kissing Mason’s head before heading to the kitchen.

There was a few seconds of silence before Mason shook his head.

“Sorry I didn’t text you, I was trying not to think about it so I wouldn’t give up. But I owe you an explanation” he bit his lower lip, and you could tell by his breath that he was trying not to cry. “Would you- could you listen? Even though this doesn’t change anything, I just need to know that you know what happened”

“C’mon, let’s go to the living room” you smiled, your heart pounding with the sad expression on his face, but then he smiled and followed you. “Why you’re not in Manchester right now? I thought you had a game tomorrow”

“I asked for a day, so I could come and talk to you” Mason shrugged, as if it wasn’t a big thing.

“Mason! You’re just back in the squad, you can’t ask for a day” you scolded, crossing your arms and turning back at him.

“It’s okay, I need a break and they’ll probably say I just have food poisoning or something like this. How do you know I’m back in the squad?” he smirked, sitting first so you could choose if you wanted to sit next to him or not.

You wish you were stronger, but you missed him so much that sitting across the room felt wrong, so you sat beside him.

“Knowing” you rolled your eyes. “So, what’s so important that you couldn’t wait?”

There were a few more seconds in silence, but it didn’t bother you. You know, from Lewis’ daily updates, how difficult it has been for Mason to get on track again, so you let him go at his own pace.

“You” he played with his fingers, trying to keep his hands to himself. “I couldn’t wait to see you. The idea that I’m losing you a little bit more everyday that you spend without an explanation is killing me. I know the blame is on me and I have no right to ask you anything, but here I am asking you to try to understand, because I miss you”

You felt your eyes watering, so you blinked away the tears.

“I miss you too, but..”

“Don’t say it” he interrupted you, shaking his head and looking away. You could tell when he was on the verge of tears, and the sudden change in his mood got you worried.

“What?”

“I don’t wanna know. If you don’t love me anymore, please don’t tell me” he pleaded, fingers fidgeting the hem of his shirt.

“Don’t be silly” you reached for his hand, intertwining your pinkies to distract him from whatever he was feeling. “I already understand what happened, yeah? I don’t blame you”

“You should” Mason shrugged.

“It’s just…” you ignored what he said. “I think it’s hard for me to just suddenly open my heart for you again? I know you were in a dark space and it wasn’t your fault and you didn’t mean to hurt me but it did. It hurt a lot”

Mason squeezed your hand and his shaky breath broke made your heart ache.

“I’m sorry”

“I know you are. Wanna tell me what happened? How were you feeling that night?”

It took him a few seconds to answer, but the silence wasn’t weird anymore. You’ve known each other for a while now, and even though the Mason you left weeks ago pushed you away, he doesn’t look like this one.

This one looks like your Mason.

“I don’t know how to describe it” he started. “But the last six months have been hard. First, I’m sorry I lied to you about this for four months, and I’m sorry I wasn’t being honest every time you asked me if I was good. I do trust you, and I know I should’ve told you, but I was scared”

You squeezed his hand to tell him it was okay without interrupting him, waiting for him to continue.

“It started with a few and normal insecurities, things everybody feels. ‘What if I’m not what the team is expecting, what if I fail here, what if I’m not good enough’. And then it escalated so fast. I started skipping meals because they didn’t look interesting, sleeping from the moment I got home to the moment I needed to leave for training, not actually wanting to talk with anyone. And I know you thought I was just tired and dealing with a lot, so please don’t feel guilty about it”

Too late, you thought. How haven’t you noticed that the man you love was struggling?

“The only thing that kept me going was you. You were the only person I still wanted to see, the only voice that wouldn’t annoy me. But soon I started thinking that if I really love you so much then I should let you go, because you were stuck with an unhappy man. A man that wasn’t taking you on date nights anymore, a man that wasn’t giving you attention. A man that wasn’t even making love with you”

“Lack of sex never bothered me” you murmured, incapable of keeping silent. Mason gave you a sad smile and nodded.

“I know. I know, because you never pushed me. And now I know that if you were so kind thinking I was stressed and busy with work, you would’ve helped me if I had just told you how I was feeling. But the only thing my mind could think is that you deserved better, Better than me” he started biting his nails, so you took his other hand in yours too. “But still I was so selfish that even though you deserved better, and wanted you around. I was so scared that you would actually find ‘the better’ as soon as you left our house. When Lewis took you, I don’t know. I think it was the worst day of my existence”

“He had good intentions”

“I’m glad he took you, now. I was so involved in my own misery that I couldn’t see how bad it was affecting you. He told me that that day Jaz almost called an ambulance because you were on the verge of a panic attack. I’m so sorry. Do you know I never hooked up with anyone, don’t you?”

You nodded, remembering that Lewis told you what happened. A female fan, a paparazzi. It was enough to build the narrative.

“It’s okay, Mase” you smiled, hurt more by the miscommunication than anything else.

“No, it’s not” he started playing with your fingers and you let him. “God, I should’ve told you. Asked you for help, reassurance, anything”

“A damaged brain doesn’t work properly, Mason. Stop blaming yourself for how you reacted. Yeah, it hurted me and of course in an ideal world you would ask for help and I’d help you, but it’s not how it happened so let’s not stick to the past, alright?” you told him with a gentle tone, stroking his hand with your thumb. “What has happened since Lewis brought me here?”

“I called Luke and told him everything. Like, everything. The dark thoughts and how I treated you and he refused to let me alone. I think he was afraid, so he picked me up and made me sleep at his house. Lewis called me by morning and we had a chat, but everything was so cloudy and I couldn’t make decisions. Anouska was the one who told Luke what to do, so he talked to Lewis himself, put me in the car and took me to the club’s therapist. I’ve been seeing him since”

Mason took a deep breath, and you could feel his hands shaking.

“I know I hurt you, and there’s not a single day from the past four months that I don’t feel like pushing my face for it, and I’m so sorry I made your days harder and sadder, and if I could I’d let you live your life away from me so you could be happy with someone who won’t hurt you, but I can’t. I can’t live without you and I just need one more chance so I can make it up to you” he finally looked at you again. “That’s what I’m here for. I want another chance, Y/N. In your own pace and you can decide everything, but please”

You observed his pinky cheeks and shy gaze, smiling when he looked away.

“Are you shy?” you teased, amused that you were still capable of making him feel like a teenager.

“Stop, this is already hard enough” he groaned, making you laugh.

“Sorry” you smiled. “I guess I can accept your offer. First date when?”

“Oh- uh- I was-” he stuttered, and you bit a smile. “Wanna go to my next game?”

“We’re starting over, aren’t we? You shouldn’t bring someone who’s not even your girlfriend to your game” you teased again, giggling when his cheeks got even more redder.

“But I want you to be my girlfriend” he pouted, and his sincerity made your entire body heat. He was still your precious boy, after all.

“You’ll need to win your position back” you shrugged, and Mason was still pouting. “So, first date first”

“Come back to Manchester” his pout grew bigger and you wanted to kiss him, but you held yourself back.

“Mase! I just said you’ll have to win your position back and you want me to live with you?” you laughed, rolling your eyes playfully.

“No! I’ll pay for your hotel” his cheeks were burning. “I just need you around. Plus, how am I supposed to take you on a date if you’re too far away from me?”

“Fair enough. I’ll think about it” you winked, but Mason knows you too well to find out the answer by your smile.

“Lunch is ready” Tony screamed from the kitchen and you got on your feet, still holding his hands.

“Come here” you asked him, smiling when he shyly got closer. “I’m really proud of you, Mason. Even though you needed help to get to a doctor, staying and getting better was your decision”

“Thank you”

“Now let’s eat” you kissed the bridge of his nose and led him to the kitchen, holding his hand.

Tony smiled when he saw Mason’s pinky face and your hands intertwined, but you appreciated his silence about it.

When you heard the unmistakable Summer’s voice screaming ‘that’s uncle Mase’s car’, you knew you were back at home again — or, at least, very, very close.

—

The damn hotel was booked the next morning. Mason spent the night at his parents’, but in a different room, saying that ‘you won’t sleep in the same bed as someone who’s not your boyfriend yet’ — and it was your turn to pout.

By the morning, you were coming back to Manchester with him. It felt weird at first, and leaving the comfort of his parents’ house where you know they’d take care of you was scary, but Mason proved you had nothing to be scared of.

He drove whilst you watched movies and played video games on his big television, telling him you liked his new car.

“Glad you liked it, we’ll use it a lot” was his answer, and something in his tone made you blush before getting back to play.

When he left you in your hotel, Mason warned you he needed to sleep and take care of a few things, but told you to be ready by 7pm.

Mason was punctual, waiting for you exactly at seven. He kissed your forehead, not before making you feel undressed by his gaze, and gave you his arm to hold.

The restaurant was really close so he asked you if you wanted to walk and you accepted. The weather was nice and you loved walking, taking advantage of the situation to press your body against Mason’s.

There wasn’t much to say, so the pair of you walked in silence just enjoying each other’s existence. When you got to the restaurant and the waiter guided you to the reservation, Mason was instantly shy.

“What’s wrong?” you asked him with a teasing smile, not used to how shy he was around you even after so long.

“What are we supposed to talk about? We already know each other” he bit his bottom lip, eyes dragging down your body again. “And your dress makes me nervous”

“Why are you so silly?’ you groaned, and it was your turn to blush. “You can tell me what I’ve lost the last couple of months”

“Fine. I’m back in the squad and they said I can start next week. I also have therapy once a week now and we’re trying natural medicine” he told you shyly, the pinky cheeks you love showing up. “He told me I was in a depressed state but he could help me, and he’s helping”

“This makes me incredibly happy, Mase” you squeezed his hand over the table, his face turning even more red. “I’m genuinely so proud of you, and I hope you know there’s no shame in asking for help and taking medicine. And even though he is indeed helping you, you’re doing the hard job”

“Thank you” he smiled, holding your hand. “Now your turn. What have I lost?”

“I’ve been studying a lot” you smiled, not knowing how to tell him the news. “And some universities kinda accepted me?”

“Really? This is amazing babe, you know I’ve always thought you were the most intelligent person I’ve ever met”

It was true, Mason always told you how intelligent you were, and even though receiving compliments made you really shy, you were blushing for another reason, the way the pet name slipped through his lips like he never stopped using them with you.

“Yeah, one in Manchester, two in London and another one in Barcelona”

“Great. You’re so fucking good, it’s insane how you always makes me proud. Are you going to one of them?” he praised you, making your face burn with shame — and something else.

“I want to, but I haven’t decided to which one yet”

You had, actually.

“As long as you choose the one you really wants, I’ll be happy for you” he raised an eyebrow, demonstrating that he meant it.

“Even though it’s far away from you?” you asked nervously and Mason instantly picked up on what you were thinking.

“Y/N, look at me” he asked you, only speaking again when your eyes were locked on his. “I lived four months of my life away from you and the worst wasn’t being away from you. It was knowing why we were far away from each other. As long as you’re mine, distance it’s just a detail”

You squeezed his hand over the table, trying to bite a smile. After dinner and a few conversations about everything and anything in particular, Mason paid the bill and asked you to take you home.

“Do you mean, to my hotel room?” you giggled, hugging his arm.

The walk back was light and you felt your chest warm, the happiness of having Mason back — but more important, the happiness of seeing that Mason also got his true self back, overwhelming you.

When the pair of you stopped in front of the hotel, you hugged Mason’s waist.

“Thank you. It was really nice”

“It was nice to me too” he kissed your forehead, smiling bigger when you raised your face to look him in the eyes. After a few seconds staring into them, Mason brushed his nose against yours. “Kissing on a first date it’s acceptable for you? I miss your kisses”

“You’re making things difficult for me, you know? I’m trying to make you wait” you giggled, your smile so wide it was hurting your cheeks.

“I don’t wanna wait” he whined before kissing your jaw. “But, I know I deserve to wait. So I see ya next week?”

“Wait” you pushed his jacket when he started to distance from your body, bringing him closer. “I kinda had a rough time before our date. Would you mind-”

“You’re inviting me over on our first date?” Mason teased, his hand now stroking your jaw.

“Mase” you groaned, making him giggle.

“Cuddles and ice cream?” he murmured, stroking your cheek and your eyes watered a bit to the fact he still knows what you like to do when you’re slightly upset.

“And you’ll have to watch This Is Us”

“Oh no” he groaned playfully, as if he wasn’t dying to have this exact type of night with you. “You can’t tell anyone if I cry”

“Deal” you smiled, guiding him to your room.

Of course he ordered a few ice cream flavours, not letting you pay for any, and tucked himself in bed with you, trying to find a comfortable and respectful position.

You’ve always loved being in Mason’s arms and he never failed to make you feel secure whilst he was holding you, and soon the pair of you were practically sleeping.

So after countless episodes and a sleepy Mason you turned off the television and searched for a more comfortable position, laying your head on his shoulder and crossing his body with your upper leg.

At that moment, it felt like nothing ever happened. That you were still the sweet couple that moved to Manchester chasing his dreams.

But something did happened, and the memory brought tears to your eyes. Since that day you’ve never cried to Mason anymore, and you miss the way he used to comfort you and tell you things would be fine. It was your safe space to show emotions, and now you’re slightly afraid of crying in his arms again.

“I’m so sorry” Mason whispered, anticipating what you were feeling and breaking the silence. When you started crying he kissed your head, hugging you tight.

Seeing you cry was always the hardest for him, and knowing damn well it was his fault only made it worse.

“I’m sorry too, for not being there for you. I’ve been thinking about it since Portsmouth and fuck, I feel so stupid. How the fuck I didn’t noticed” you tried to speak, choking on your words.

“No” he kissed your forehead one more time. “Absolutely not, this is not your fault. I was dumb, I didn’t ask for help, I pushed you away when all you did was love me. You shouldn’t feel guilty about how I dealt with it”

“How are you feeling now?” you murmured, running your fingers through his chest and trying to make the tears stop from falling. “You can be honest with me, you know”

Mason caressed your lower back, sighing and thinking for a moment.

“Happy, honestly. I’m happy, Y/N. I know I’ve fucked up with you and that we’re only here right now because you have the most generous heart, but I’m so happy that I’m here. I’m happy about the treatment, I’m happy at the club, and even though I don’t know how our future will be and if you’ll ever gonna be mine again, I’m happy that I got to hold you tonight”

“I’m not gonna lie to you, what happened hurt me a lot. But I’m also pretty good at understanding the other side, and I understand yours. I understand how scared you must’ve felt, how lost and confused” you kissed his chest over the fabric of his shirt. “There wasn’t a single day that I didn’t miss being your girl”

“I don’t wanna hurt you ever again”

“But you will. And I bet I’ll hurt you sometimes. Relationships are like this, baby, but as long as we didn’t mean it then we can always talk about it and get back on track”

“So this means we’re back?” Mason whispered, afraid he got it wrong and you were about to say no.

“If I say yes now then I’m really bad at making you wait” you giggled, kissing his shoulder. “Maybe in two more dates?”

Mason nodded, snuggling further into you.

“I missed this so much” he murmured, holding you so tight it was almost like you were the same person.

“Snuggling?” you changed your positions so he could lay on top of you and scratched his hair.

“Yes” he nodded again. “And you calling me baby”

You laughed, kissing the tip of his nose.

“I never wanted to stop, you know”

“I know. You’ll never have to stop ever again” he reassured you, his fingers stroking your waist.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I’ll be your baby forever” he kissed your neck, squeezing your body tighter and pulling his face away so he could look in your eyes. “But I said what I said, you deserve better”

You sighed, not wanting to debate this again

“Mase, don’t-”

“Shhh” he silenced you with a peck on your lips, making you smile. “So I’ll be better for you”

You stared at him for a few seconds, observing the silly smile he was giving you after stealing a kiss, the way his eyes were burning your skin and how closer to you he got by every second.

“I guess maybe that kiss doesn’t have to wait two more dates” you murmured, feeling genuinely happy when he instantly kissed you properly for the first time in so long.

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jude bellingham — blurb #1

You sighed in content when Jude’s arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer.

He came back from training twenty minutes ago, still wearing the Real Madrid clothes after showering in the club’s training center, and found you laying on his sofa, almost sleeping.

You barely heard when he opened the front door, kicked off his shoes and walked to his kitchen, unaware of your presence since you didn’t say you’d be waiting for him.

After drinking a whole bottle of water, Jude slowly walked to his living room, checking his phone until he noticed your body curled up on the sofa, startling for two seconds before realising it was you.

“Babe?” he gently called once he was closer to you, only receiving a hum in response. Lying by your side, he looked for a comfortable position and tugged you against his body. “Uhm, exactly the kind of surprises I like receiving”

“I missed you” you groaned, still sleepy. Jude tucked his head into the crook of your neck and inhaled your scent.

“I’m home now, princess. Are you hungry?”

“Yes, but don’t go yet” you turned to face him, one of your hands going straight to his hair and your leg over his waist.

Jude laughed, kissing your forehead.

“I can’t cook you dinner if I don’t get up”

“No” you whined dramatically. “Keep hugging me”

“Babe… I won’t let my girl starving” he whispered, peppering kisses on your face.

“I don’t care about your girl” you rolled your eyes. “She can survive being hungry. But being without cuddles? No one can survive that”

“It’s not funny when you’re hungry and instead of finding something to eat you choose to sleep and won’t let me grab you food” Jude scolded you and you sighed for forgetting that as your boyfriend he won’t accept your silly jokes about not taking care of yourself.

Especially not the ones where you say “I’ll kill myself”. He hates those.

“Don’t be too serious” you pouted, kissing his jaw to soothe the tension. Jude slightly huffed, one of his hands slipping under his shirt that you choose to wear.

“Did you at least drink enough water today?”

“Yes, and I ate your protein bar. I’m not starving, old and grumpy daddy Jude. Relax”

“Don’t call me like that” he tickled your waist underneath the shirt, smiling when you giggled. “I just worry about you”

“And I worry about you too, but you’re still running through an entire field with a fucked up shoulder, uh?”

“Fair enough” Jude muttered, changing his position and lying on his back so you could be more comfortable on top of him.

“You should accept you need surgery and time to recover it” you rested your head on his shoulder, tracing imaginary draws in his covered chest.

“And you should eat three meals a day and drink twice the amount of water you usually drink”

“Fair enough” was your turn to roll your eyes and let it go. You love a stubborn man and you know this. “Just be more careful, hun”

“I am careful” he lazily stroked your lower back, sighing. “It’s not my fault they want me dead”

You looked up to face him, pecking his lips when he looked down at you.

“I would want you dead too if I was them” you giggled as he frowned at you. “You’re too good, baby”

“Yeah?” he smiled cockily, his free hand stroking your cheek whilst he leant over to kiss your lips the way you love the most, lazy and firmly, his lips slotting against yours and his tongue invading your mouth with a grunt of his. When you pulled away for air, Jude tilted his head to the side. “There’s another thing I’m pretty good at, you know”

“At cooking?” you teased, raising an eyebrow and laughing when Jude rolled his eyes before roughly squeezing your butt, which shut you down for a second before whispering against his lips. “Oh yeah, this too. You’re good at this”

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come back home — mason mount

A/N: really sad to hear about the new injury so maybe this can distract u guys a bit. im ngl, this one is pretty personal to me so please take care of it. tbh this is a special fic for mi amore elisa, and i hope it matches her expectations. this story wouldn’t exist without you bestie 🫶🏻

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content: reader has mommy issues, dad!mason, angsty and fluffy end

When your mum called, you didn’t think twice.

She asked you to spend a week with her, and you accepted straight away, incapable of believing that your brother left her alone without warning you.

To be fair, you know you’re not on speaking terms with him, but it's your mother. How could he let her alone?

When you told Mason, you could see the insecurity on his face. Since you gave birth to your baby boy, you had never ever left the house without him, and leaving Manchester to go back to your mum’s in London was a big thing, but eventually he sighed and nodded.

“Just make sure you call me everyday” he kissed your forehead before kissing Leo. Just a week, you told him. In a week you would be back to your husband.

You met Mason at the Champions League final im the 20/21 season, and you like to say it was love at first sigh, the way your relationship instantly clicked is still surprising. You dated for a year before he asked you to be his wife, and you thinks you would’ve said yes another million times.

You’ve been together through the good enough season of 21/22, and all the shit of 22/23. You got pregnant in the middle of his last season for Chelsea, and Luke was born already in Manchester, in October.

Since Mason’s injury in November he’s been able to participate more, spending lots of time with his son as he doesn’t need to go to away games, and you know that this week away will make both of them sad.

You tried to tell yourself that since Mason is back at the regular training and ready to be back on the pitch, they would spend less time together anyway. It didn’t make the decision any easier.

When you packed for a week and got into the car, your husband helped to put Luke in the baby seat before kissing you lovely.

“Call me every night. Don’t let her be alone with Luke, please? And come back soon” he whispered against your lips, stroking your chin. “I love you”

“I love you” you kissed him, before reluctantly driving away from your husband.

Sundays are usually already sad and gray, but Mason is sure his just hit another level of depression.

—

It was already night when you got to your mum’s house, not talking much to her before settling on Matt’s old room and texting Mason.

You instantly found out that it would be a difficult week: it was the first time you were away from Mason since you gave birth, and the first time Luke had to sleep away from daddy.

The thing is that he couldn’t. You couldn’t put your baby to sleep, not even if your life depended on it. Luke kept loudly crying, tossing and squirming in your arms.

You tried your best to calm him, thinking it could have something bothering him like his current clothes or the weather difference, but not even breastfeeding calmed him down.

Mason tried to help you every time he FaceTimed you, and it was when Luke seemed to feel better but never lasted long.

You were feeling exhausted the whole week, but that didn’t stop your mother from asking you everything she could, like you were still fifteen years old with the responsibility of helping her to clean a house isn’t yours anymore.

Plus, she seemed incredibly bothered about Luke and the fact he wasn’t feeling well, dropping comments about him. You tried your best to ignore, because you know your mother isn’t the easiest person to live with, and since you were leaving soon you didn’t want to fight.

Wednesday night you were missing Mason like crazy, wanting nothing more than to be wrapped with him under the covers, and your heart twisted when his face showed up on your screen.

“Hi baby” Mason murmured, already tucked in bed and making your heart ache with the need of being there and snuggling with him.

“Hi Mase. How are you?”

“Training was fine, and I’m getting closer to come back” he smiled, and you instantly matched his expression.

“I can’t wait to watch you again, love”

You think that is adorable how Mason’s cheeks still got red when you show him affection.

“And how’s your week going?”

“It could’ve been better if I was with you. I miss you” you sighed. “But the week is almost over and I’ll be home soon”

“Good” he yawned, getting more comfortable. . “Show me my little man”

Luke was still wide awake and paying attention to what you were saying, and you showed Mason to him.

“Hi buddy, you’re being a good boy, yeah? Be good to mumma, please. I miss you”

When Luke babbled to him, Mason giggled before wishing you a good night and telling you he loved you.

—

When Saturday came your mother talked to you, saying Matt had some problem and he wouldn’t be back for another week, begging you to stay a little while. The hardest part was telling Mason about it.

“She needs me to stay for one more week, Masey” you murmured, feeling guilty. When Mason didn’t answer you tried again. “I’m sorry, baby. I’ll be home next Sunday”

“It’s okay. I was just hoping you’d be here for Liverpool’s game tomorrow, I think I’ll be subbed on. But it’s okay, you can travel to Brentford's game with Luke” he assured you. “I wish I could go see you during the international break, but they want me to stay in rehab”

“I’m really sorry baby, I tried to contact my brother but he’s being petty” you sighed.

“I understand, princess. I just miss you” he told you gently. “How’s my buddy going?”

“He’s good, he’s just so irritated lately, I think it’s his tooth” you sighed again, feeling tired. “He misses you”

“Poor bubba” Mason pouted, making you smile. “Give him a kiss yeah?”

“Sure” you smiled. “We’ll be back at the end of the week. I love you”

When the week unfolded, you weren’t sure about your decision anymore.

You choose to stay with your mother for one more week over living your husband’s comeback, and in gratitude she spent this time talking bad things about you.

It started with innocent comments. How she would never buy the clothes you were wearing. How you were raising a clingy kid by never letting him sleep alone. How you should breastfeed him less or your boobs would get flaccid.

You tried to shrug it off, like you did when you were younger. You used to believe that your mother was always right and that she was always the mature one, but you’re not so sure anymore.

During the second week you kept calling Mason every night, sharing about your day and showing him to Luke, who would try to grab the phone and put dads on his month. When, without a question if you could or wanted, the second week turned into a third, you could feel Mason losing his patience.

“It’s okay, you can still go to Brentford’s game this Saturday” he repeated, but it sounded like he was trying to convince himself instead. “You can bring Luke, Brentford is friendly. How is he doing?”

“He had a fever but he’s fine now” you showed Luke sleeping next to you, his face a little red.

“Let me know if something changes” Mason asked you, and his concerned look just proved you chose the right dad for your son.

You nodded to his image on the small screen, his adorable face almost hidden by the sheets, the bed looking incredibly big.

“Can we sleep on call?” you asked, missing him so much it was physically hurting you. Mason’s face softened and he nodded.

Some people might think that you could just go back home. If you really miss him you would do it, right?

But you know Mason understands your relationship with your mother, how you feel you owe her everything. She raised you, gave you everything you needed.

She was rough sometimes, yes. And there were days you didn’t feel loved at all, but she was still your mum, even when she couldn’t tell you she was proud, even when she couldn’t hug you during storms.

Even when she couldn’t believe you would be someone successful one day.

So you kept there, living your days boringly, washing the dishes and the clothes, playing with Luke, cooking breakfast, lunch and dinner. For her, so she would be happy and proud.

And you were losing your mind.

—

When Brentford's game came, you weren’t able to go. You apologised to him the day before, spending hours on the phone, and even though you could see the sad look in his eyes Mason was still comprehensive.

“She needs me to accompany her to the exam” you told him, and Mason himself could see you weren’t funny about your current situation; you just weren’t brave enough to hurt your mother the way she hurts you and leave.

You were able to watch the game when you came back from your mother’s exam and it wasn’t a surprise to you when Mason changed the whole game by being subbed on.

Luke was already sleeping, so you tried your best not to scream when your husband scored, tearing up to see he dedicated the goal to you by pointing to his ring finger.

You were able to talk with him only for a few minutes before he desperately needed to sleep, whispering that you was proud of him and the way his voice cracked when he told you he loved you made your heart hurt.

Following the week, you weren’t able to talk much with him. Only quick calls at night before he dozed off still holding his phone, feeling much more tired now that he’s back at attending games even though he doesn’t play the full match.

Your Wednesday started with Luke’s little sobs waking you up, and you were sure he wasn’t feeling well again. After breastfeeding and showering with him, you managed to get you both changed and ready to start the day.

When you got downstairs your mother was already in the kitchen, and you could hear her complaining that you were late.

“For what?” you surprised her, and despite being early in the morning she seemed grumpy already.

“For breakfast, what more could it be? I had to cook it myself” she snorted, and you took a deep breath before

“If you’re capable of it, I don’t see what’s wrong” you shrugged.

The truth is that you’re starting to wonder what he hell you’re doing there and why Matt hasn’t come back. What should be a week turned into a month and you was living her life instead of yours.

When you sat at the table for breakfast, after managing to cook your own meal with Luke in one of your arms, you had to take a deep breath as soon as she started to talk.

You’ve heard in silence when she talked about you and Luke, but never makes you more furious like when your mother decides to talk about Mason.

“He could spend more time in the gym” she told you, suddenly. “Your husband”

You were only capable of frowning at her, not understanding why she would brought this out of nowhere.

“What do you mean?”

“He could train more. Maybe some more muscles would make him prettier and better at football” she shrugged, making you laugh in disbelief.

“He’s already pretty and good at football”

“I don’t know, Y/N. I feel like he’s not the right man to you, and I want the best to my little girl”

Mason is the most caring and gentle man you’ve ever known, and you knew you couldn’t sit there and hear her talking shit about him day after day.

“Mum, you can’t be serious. He’s my husband. Not only this, but he’s Luke’s father. Don’t talk about him like that”

“Are you sure he doesn’t cheat on you?” she innocently asked, making you choke on your coffee.

“Mum!” you gasped, not believing what she was saying.

Luke’s eyes widened and you tried to recompose yourself so he wouldn’t cry out of fear

“I mean, he could have anyone… everyone. A skinny and tanned woman, with pretty features…”

There it was. The reason why you grew up so insecure, something that would annoy lots of men — but not Mason. Not your boy, who would reassure you every time and make you really believe that you’re pretty and loved.

Her words still stung though, but you shrugged them off.

“Mason loves me” was everything you told her before leaving the table with Luke.

You went out for a walk with your baby, trying to make the day pass faster and see if he’d feel better after some fresh air. When it started to get dark, you came back home and gave Luke a shower, laying in bed with him.

Later that night Mason called you like he always does, and you were happy to see his name shining on your screen.

“Hi baby” you whispered, but to your surprise he didn’t greet you back.

“How’s Luke?” Mason murmured, and you could sense the tiredness and loneliness in his voice. “Don’t you think you should bring him back home so we can get him to our doctor?”

“Yeah, that’s what I want to do. But I can’t leave my mum alone and Matt won’t answer the phone-”

But Mason had enough, and suddenly he lost his patience.

“And why, exactly, can’t you leave her alone, Y/N? Enlighten me, please. From what I can remember, she can do everything perfectly. She’s not sick, she’s not weak. She’s just using you”

Mason never liked your mother, much due to how she treats you, and you understand. It just hurts that you have so many good things to talk about his mother whilst yours is always giving him reasons to hate her.

“Mason… she’s my mother. Can we not talk about her like that?” you murmured, but you know he’s right.

On the other side, Mason did his best to not scream at you, something he swore he would never, even if it’s out of frustration.

“She’s your mother, yeah. And I’m your fucking husband. I know you never chose to have a narcissist as your mother, but you chose to marry me and I thought I would have an important spot in your life. I know family comes first but I thought that someday you’d start to prioritize the family you made”

You could feel how tired he was. How he needed you to understand his point.

“I’m trying, Mase” was the only thing you were capable of whispering.

“You say you are but you keep choosing her. You keep going when she calls even though you know she’s only going to hurt you. You keep choosing your mother over your husband and I don’t know if I can do this anymore”

“Mason…” your heart dropped. “Don’t say that”

“Do you have any idea of how much I miss my son? How much I’ve been missing my wife? It’s been a month, Y/N. And I feel like you’re not thinking about my feelings, at all”

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, it was supposed to be just a week” you tried to defend yourself. “I don’t know what’s going on or why Matt isn’t back yet. It has been hard for me too, yeah? I miss you so much and I’m sorry”

“Well I think you should set your priorities” he murmured before turning the call off on your face.

You instantly felt the tears forming. He hasn’t said it was over, but it was obviously a warning that it wasn’t over just yet.

With a sick Luke in one of your arms, you started to clean the room you had been staying in. Cleaning always helps you, and you let your cry reach out to you during the process, feeling overwhelmed and tired.

You wanted your home and your husband, but as a daughter you feel like you need to take care of your mother. Like you’re supposed to give her everything she’s been giving you your whole life.

After tidying the room you went downstairs to prepare the dinner, and whilst you mixed the sauce something snapped. What were you doing there?

You should be cooking for Mason, so he would have a proper meal after his nap. Luke should be sitting in his baby chair whilst you were humming happy songs. Not there, where your mother can cook her own dinner and clean her own house.

It wasn’t your fault that she couldn’t understand that you have your own family now.

When you set the table for dinner your mother wasn't home yet, and you ate with Luke’s little screams, trying to smile at him. She finally arrived an hour later, and whilst she entered the house you decided that you had enough.

“I’m leaving tomorrow morning” you told her whilst she closed the door. “Mason will face Chelsea and I need to be there. And Luke is sick, so I’m heading back home after the game to take him to his doctor in Manchester”

“What are you talking about? He looks fine”

“I’m his mother. I know when he’s not doing well” you snapped at her. “And don’t come to me saying you don’t wanna be alone. You’re not alone, are you? Because I spent the day here to be with you whilst you’re walking around the city or going to your friend’s house” you tried not to snap. “And getting drunk every Saturday even tho I tell you how much I hate it. We’re leaving tomorrow, whether you like it or not”

Not leaving her time to answer, you went upstairs to sleep a bit. When Luke finally slept you debated whether or not you should send a message to Mason letting him know you would go back home after the game.

Deciding not to disturb him any more and imagining that he was still upset with you, you laid with your son and tried to sleep, but the shooting thoughts wouldn’t let you.

What if Mason had enough? What if he doesn’t want you anymore, what if you are too late?

—

When you woke up, you took Luke in your arms and started to pack. Since you were supposed to stay only for a week you didn’t have much to organise, and soon you were ready to go.

Your plans were to drive to Stamford Bridge and see Mason after the game before heading to Manchester whilst he came back home with the team.

But as soon as you checked beneath the pillow and under the bed, you realised your phone wasn’t anywhere.

Taking Luke downstairs and looking everywhere you could, you tried to ask your mother.

“Have you seen my phone? It’s not where it should be”

“You should take care of your stuff, Y/N. I thought I taught you that your things are your responsibility” she told you with a flat look and you stared at her for a few seconds, in disbelief.

After hours of searching for it, you gave up. There was only an hour left before the game and since you only started to drive recently the idea of driving around without following the GPS terrified you, so you had to make a choice.

Plus, you were tired from searching for it and all you wanted was to eat something and watch the game with Luke.

Deciding to bath with your baby and cook dinner, you sat on the couch to see the game, your stomach churning with the need to be there.

A few minutes into the first half, your mother looked at you from up the stairs.

“I thought you were going back home today?” she teased you, making you frown.

You chose not to answer, paying attention to the game instead. When Mason was finally subbed on you pointed at him, bouncing Luke in your thigh.

“Look at dada, Luke. We’ll see dada soon”

“Dada” he babbled, making you gasp.

“Yeah, dada. It’s your dada” you poked his waist, the teas already forming. Luke couldn’t stop calling for dada once he said it for the first time, and he kept repeating it until the game was over.

You were incredibly sad by the result, knowing you should be at home when Mason gets there so you could hold him and scratch his scalp after his warm bath.

Deciding to sleep early, you waited for your mother to go to her bedroom and carefully brought your bags downstairs before laying with Luke and forcing yourself to sleep, determined to leave the next morning — even if you had to drive like the old ones, asking for instructions and following the signs.

On the other hand, Mason was desperate. He knew from the moment he turned the call off that he needed to apologise for how he talked to you.

But he was angry, stressed and frustrated. He wanted you there, supporting him. Cuddling him after his tiring games, listening to him when he needs to. He wants you there talking about your day, warming the bed, bringing Luke to him after a shower so you can change into your pyjamas.

He wants his family and he can’t cope with the fact they’re not with him.

Mason can’t believe you and Luke weren’t there watching his first goal, and scoring felt bittersweet. He wanted nothing more than to share this moment with you.

Since he met you, Mason knows how hard your mother is. Narcissist, dramatic, always trying to make you feel sorry for hurting her — when you were only setting boundaries.

And he also knows how hard had been for you, not finding the courage to break the circle and move on from her. But in all this time he never had to deal with this, you and his son so far away from him because of a woman who doesn’t even respect her own children.

When he went to bed a few hours after the call, Mason started to worry and he knows you were mad when you didn’t text him before bed, but at the same time he wanted to apologise for the way he talked he still meant everything he said, so he took a deep breath and choose to wait until the next day so he could talk to you properly.

His heart hurt knowing he was going to bed without telling you he loves you, something none of you ever did, but Mason was sure you’d figure it out after the game since you promised you would go, so he did his best to sleep and rest.

—

He looked everywhere. He asked everyone.

You just weren’t there.

When the game ended, Mason just wanted to bring you and his son and tell you he needed you home when he got there. He needed someone he could cry to, someone he could tell how overwhelming being back felt.

All he wanted was to survive the bus drive with all his teammates feeling sorry — for the loss and for him. And then lay in your arms so you could reassure him he’s doing well and that he makes you proud, whilst Luke’s little fingers tried to make him bald.

But they told him you weren’t in the United box and soon he found out you never entered the stadium Mason’s heart twisted.

First he felt a shameful feeling of anger. Why the fuck couldn’t you do this little thing for him? Relationships are supposed to be about making sacrifices and he watched you put yourself first for an entire month, always being understanding. The only thing he expected in return was for you to be there.

And you couldn’t? You say love him so much, but still couldn’t be there?

Then, when he finally showered and changed into some trainers before heading to the bus, Mason was able to check his phone just to see you hadn’t answered his pre-game messages, and quickly his anger turned into worry.

He called you five times, but every call went to voicemail. Mason pondered if you were ignoring him — or if something bad had happened.

Knowing you for four years, he doesn’t think you would give up on your relationship like that. But the way he hung up on you the night before, and how he accused you of not caring about him… he just can’t help but overthink.

With his heart pounding, Mason opened his Instagram app and searched for the only person who could help him, whilst he was forced to come back to Manchester when all he wanted to do was come to you.

—

The sound of the doorbell ringing woke you up, and you checked the hours just to see it was just past 2am. Luke instantly started to cry, and you took him in your arms before rushing downstairs and opening the door to the person you never thought you would see there.

“What are you doing here?” you frowned to your brother.

“Mason called me. Where’s that freak you call your mother?” he said harshly. “Why don’t you answer your phone? Your husband is losing his mind. He thinks something bad happened”

“I’ve been looking for my phone since yesterday morning, I don’t know, it’s vanished” you explained, following him. “Matt! What’s happening?”

“She’s been lying to you, Y/N. She’s probably hiding your phone right now. These are yours?” he pointed to the things you’ve packed, and you nodded. “I was never meant to come back. I told her I was leaving, cause I was tired of the manipulation. I was tired of her telling me my girlfriend doesn’t deserve me or telling me I owe everything I am to her. I owe her nothing”

You could feel the lump already forming in your throat, and you wanted nothing more than to call Mason. Matt silently put your bags in the front door, and soon his girlfriend got out of the car to take them.

“I realised something was wrong” you told him. “And Luke has been feeling sick so I packed, but then the morning I told her I’d go to the game and then head back home I couldn’t find my phone anymore. What Mason told you?”

“Not gonna lie to you, he’s feeling awful. I think he’s been crying, too. He told me you were supposed to go to the game tonight?” he asked, and you nodded, your heart dropping. “He said he tried to call you before and when you ignored him he thought you were still angry, but now that you didn’t show up at Stamford he thinks you either were kidnapped or decided to leave him. There’s only these bags?”

“Yeah” you quickly nodded. “She asked me to spend just a week”

“Compulsive liar” Matt snorted. “Let’s go, get in the car. I’ll take you to my home and we can go to yours in the morning”

You nodded again, but before you could obey him you mother showed up in the stairs.

“What’s going on here?” your mother’s voice made you jump as you were still two kids doing something she wouldn’t approve of.

“Please, don’t. Just go back to your room, I’m taking Y/N’s home”

“You can’t do that!” she raised her voice, trying to show a mother authority she doesn’t have over him anymore.

“What do you mean I can’t do that, you psycho? Leave us alone. You used me for years, I’m not letting you do the same with her”

“Don’t be stupid, Matthew. All I ever asked you was for you to take care of me like I took care of you your whole life. All I ever expected was you both to love me like I loved my childs” she gestured, and you could feel your heart hurting. She’s your mother and you should be so tough with her…

“Why can’t you understand that we have our own family now?” Matt snorted, his big body trying to hide you from your hysterical mother. “Y/N is a mother. She has a child to take care of, she can’t look after you when you’re capable of looking after yourself”

When you realised Luke was about to cry from all the noise, you started to rock him back and forth, trying to protect his ears.

“I am your family. All those years I left my life in standby to raise you. I gave you two food, a home, a warm bed to sleep” your mother shouted, gesturing.

“And as a mother this was exactly what the world expected from you. You did nothing but your obligations. No one asked you to be a mother, so you can’t point your fingers and act like we should be grateful for the simple things you gave us. The minimal” Matt kept his tone low. “But you lacked the essential. The respect for your kids. The love, acceptance. You only love yourself. Now you say we’re not returning everything you did for us but guess what: this is what you did for us. You reap what you sow. You can not raise a child thinking about what they can bring you in the future”

“Everything I’ve done, everything I say is because I care! But go on, make me the villain, take her thy stupid footballer” she turned to face you. “Go back to him and raise this stupid child. Just don’t come back running to mummy when he changes you for a prettier and hotter girl, leaving you with only his clone to remind you of what you’ve lost!”

It was unconscious, the way you left the safe space Matt had created for you and advanced in her direction. You never believed you were capable until it was done, the echo of your hand meeting her cheek spreading in the silent room.

“Talk about me as much as you want. But do never, ever again talk about my husband or my son. Is not our fucking fault dad couldn’t handle your behaviour anymore, and is not our fucking fault he left you for a prettier and hotter woman” you pointed a finger to her face. “I’m done with you. I’m done with you forever, and if cutting you from my life is what I need to do so I won’t be the wife and mother you were, then I’m doing it right now”

“C’mon, Y/N” Matt put a hand on your shoulder, slowly bringing you closer to him. “Let’s go home”

You checked Luke on your arms afraid your impulsive action had hurt him, whilst Matt took you outside.

“She still has my phone-” you realised before you could enter your car.

“Leave it behind, yeah? Mason can buy you a new one. Look at it as a new beginning” he squeezed your shoulders, and it felt like having a brother again.

In that moment you understood that this was what had happened to him, too. That this was the reason he never replied to you anymore.

When Matt left his mother’s house in an attempt to be free, he had to leave everything behind, including you.

You think you won’t ever really understand what it cost him to come back there, but he did it.

He could never leave his little sister behind.

—

You took Luke out from the baby seat before following Alice inside. She came back driving Matt’s car whilst he drove yours, so you hadn’t had the chance to talk to her.

Once inside, Matt put you in the biggest guest room of his house, trying his best to make you comfortable. You used the sheets and the pillows to make a fort around Luke, and went downstairs to talk to your brother after so long.

After making you all tea, Alice sat besides him and you genuinely smiled seeing how they clearly completed each other.

You started by explaining to them what she told you in the first place, and how she was trying to keep you there for more and more days every time another week ended. When you told about your fight with Mason, Matt was quick to reassure you that he knows Mase will understand you, but you were still feeling reckless and seeing your husband was the only thing you wanted.

“I tried to contact you” Matt told you shyly. “It’s been months since I left her house, maybe six?”

“Around Luke’s birth” you whispered.

“But I left my phone too. It was a choice I had to make. Since you don’t have an Instagram, I tried Mason’s but-”

“He’s too famous to see your message” you giggled.

“I think he unfollowed me when he thought we weren’t on speaking terms- when you thought we weren’t. He’s a good one, you know?”

“He is” you smiled, thinking about your boy.

“I’ll get the car ready for the trip” he murmured, suddenly looking awkward.

As soon as he left, Alice saw you were still processing your feelings and came to sit near you. After a few seconds in silence, she started to talk.

“You don’t have to love her just because she’s your mother” she told you, holding your hand. “Mothers aren’t saints, Y/N. It’s okay to dislike our mothers when they act bad, when they hurt you. It’s okay to even hate a mother that does no good to her kids”

“But she’s my blood” you told her the same you’ve always told your brother, but as a woman your age Alice understands your feelings and is delicate to answer you.

“That doesn’t mean anything. Do you see Debbie? Matt told me about her, and how much she cares about you. She’s your blood? No. But she’s been treating you better than your blood has” she ran hiii her fingers through your hair. “I know it’s hard to make this decision, but a mother that hurts and lies, a mother that tries to get in the middle of your marriage isn’t a good mother. Just think if you’d ever do to Luke any of the stuff she did to you”

When you looked up your brother was by the door, and you know he’s the only one who actually shares this controversial feeling with you.

“I wanna go home” you sniffed. “To Mason”

“We’ll take you there” Matt assured you, stretching his arms out to you. “But give me a hug first”

“I’m so sorry she got between us” you murmured after hugging him, resting your face on his shoulder.

“Me too. But see? We’re free now, princess. Your big brother is here”

—

When he opened the door for you early in the morning, Mason’s heart dropped. With Matt and his girlfriend waiting in the car, he was sure you were there to pick your stuff and leave.

“Mase?” you called him nervously, since he wouldn’t move or make any indication of hugging you.

“Are you leaving? I- I didn’t mean it you know, I didn’t mean to be rude with you I was just so tired and angry and I came home after training and you weren’t here and I got so pissed off” his voice was shaky and he didn’t stop talking to breath. “And then I thought we could solve things after the game but you weren’t at the game and I tried to call you so many times and I swear I wanted to go there and talk to you but the gaffer told me I was supposed to come back with the team”

You quickly entered the house so your brother wouldn’t be worried. The last thing you needed was him and Alice wanting to stay — you needed to talk with Mason alone, your family needed this time together.

You circled his waist with one arm, the other holding Luke between you two, and waited for him to hug your shoulders. When Mason calmed down you pulled away just so you could look at him.

“What’s going on?” you asked him, a hand going straight to his cheek. “Are you having panic attacks again?”

Mason shook his head, calmer now that you were inside the house and Matt’s car was gone. Luke stretched out his tiny arms to Mason and you instantly passed him to your husband.

“I thought- I saw Matt’s car parked and I thought you were here to take your stuff” he shyly admitted, his cheeks blushing.

“Oh baby, I would never leave you” you ran your fingers through his hair and your heart tightened when he hugged Luke like his life depended on this.

A lonely tear went down his cheek and you brushed it.

“We’re not going anywhere big boy, you can relax. I think you’re close to suffocating him” you giggled, your heart hurting at how tight he was holding Luke.

“Am I?” Mason’s eyes widened as he pulled his son away, to be sure he wasn’t hurting him.

“Sorry, I was just kidding” you laid your head on your husband’s shoulder. “We missed you so much. I’m so sorry, Mase”

When Luke laid his head on daddy’s other shoulder, your eyes watered.

Since you gave him birth, since he grew inside you even, you could never understand how someone could hurt their own child. You would die and kill for him, and you know Mason feels the same way.

Being a mother like yours turned out to be your biggest fear since you saw the first positive test. Now, each day he grows more you’re sure you could never.

You could never treat him like his opinions and wishes aren’t valid. You could never tell him he can’t simply answer you his point of view no matter what, even when you’re wrong. You could never put yourself first when your son depends on you.

“Believe me, I missed you more. The bed was always cold, every night, and the house is so quiet without Luke, the food doesn’t taste the same, there’s not a single drawing in the bathroom wall and everything looks so lifeless” his voice cracked, and you looked at him to see uncountable tears spilling down his face. “Ever again. You’re not leaving my side ever again”

You nodded, trying to reassure him and ease the panic you could see in his eyes. Hugging his waist, you peppered kisses to his jaw, feeling the salty water on your lips.

“We’re not going anywhere, baby. I swear”

Mason’s sobs caught Luke’s attention, and he looked at his dad with the prettiest face you’ve ever seen, full of confusion.

Your words weren’t enough to stop Mason’s breakdown once he was feeling safe to show you how much the last month affected him and his body started to shake, so you guided him to the couch and sat with your back against the arm so he could lay between your legs.

With Luke sitting on one of your legs and Mason’s head resting on the other, you let your husband cry.

“It’s ok, Mase” you scratched his scalp, trying to soothe him. Your heart physically hurt when he clinged to you, hugging your waist tighter. “I’m here now”

“Sorry” he whispered when you started to brush his tears.

“Don’t feel sorry for being hurt, Masey. You can cry to me whenever you need to, I’m here to protect you too”

“You, protecting me?” he giggled, and you smiled at the sound of it. He got up from your lap and gave you a shy smile, stretching his hands out for Luke who immediately tried to go to him.

“Yeah, it’s your turn to be taken care of” you shrugged, giving your baby boy to him.

“Oh so you’ll take care of me?” Mason gave you a smirk and you rolled your eyes playfully before remembering what you wanted to show him the most.

“Daddy is being a naughty boy, Luke. Tell him to be better, uh? Tell dad to behave”

“Da” Luke babbled, and Mason pinched his chubby cheeks.

“One month alone with mum and you already forgot that I’m your partner in crime?”

“Da-dada” he kept going, and you wish you could get Mason’s reaction tattooed, the way he confused eyes looked at you.

“What the fu-“

“Don’t curse” you giggled, covering his mouth, but Mason could hear the sad tone on your voice. “He said if for the first time last night, we were watching the game and I told him we would see dada soon. He can’t stop anymore I guess”

Mason kissed Luke’s cheek, laughing between sobs when he squirmed, giving little screams.

“You have training today?” you whispered, afraid of ruining the moment but Mason shook his head.

“I’ll call the gaffer to explain” he brushed his fingers through Luke’s face.

“I’ll run his bath then” you told your husband before kissing his head and quickly going upstairs, trying to give them some time alone.

In reality, you feel so bad for separating father and son for an entire month. Seeing Mason’s cry made it hit you how bad your actions hurt him, even intentionally.

Imagining how you would feel if it was the opposite, your heart physically hurt with guilt, how hard this month apart was for Mason and you could feel a few hot tears spilling down your face. Now, you can only hope he won’t hold any grudge against you, despite what you did.

Less than ten minutes later, Mason was entering your shared room and walking straight to the en-suite so he could find you.

“Babe? You can’t leave your boys alone, we don’t know how to take care of ourse- ei, what’s wrong?” he cupped your cheek, and just the warmth of his hand was enough to make you feel better.

“Nothing” you shook your head, drying your face with the back of your hand. “Can you take off his clothes?”

“We’ll talk about it once he’s sleeping” Mason kissed your forehead, squeezing your waist. You nodded, letting him go and undress Luke whilst you chose some toys for your son.

You put the toys in the bath, checking again to be sure the water wasn’t too hot and turning around to Mason.

“Can you bathe him?” you asked him and he instantly nodded, holding your waist before you could leave.

“Go bath in the guest bathroom if you need some time alone, yeah?” he caressed your chin, and your heart pounded even more with how gentle he could be with you even though you hurt him.

Since he seems to know you more than you know yourself, you obeyed. Taking what you’d need, you headed to the guest bathroom and took a warm shower.

You wanted to cry. You wanted to let it all go when Mason and Luke weren't around, but you couldn’t. There was just a whole in your chest, but no tears.

After washing your hair in an attempt to feel freshened and lightened, you wrapped yourself in your robe and came back to your room. Mason wasn’t there, so you imagine he was at Luke’s room putting him to sleep, and not wanting to get in the middle of their father and son time you changed in your pyjamas and tucked in bed.

Half an hour ater you still weren’t able to close your eyes, staring the wall. You’ve heard when your husband entered the room and changed from his trainers, wanting to lay down with you.

“You can go to training if you’re not too late, Mase” you told him softly, not wanting him to get in trouble.

“No way” was his only groaned response, and you sighed when Mason cuddled you seconds later, his arm circling your waist.

Your eyes instantly teared up.

“Go on” Mason kissed your shoulder. “You don’t need to hold it, it’s just us”

“I can’t believe she did this” you tried to tell him without crying, but with every little kiss on your shoulder you could feel the breakdown coming. “Lying would’ve been bad enough but hiding my phone? Not caring that Luke was feeling sick- oh we need to take him to Dr. Linn”

“I’ll take care of it. Keep going” he encouraged you, and you couldn’t understand how he was the one left behind for a month but still so worried about you.

“I don’t know why she wanted me there. The entire month, every day she had something bad to say about me or you, or even Luke. Always leaving to see her friends or get drunk, so in the end I was alone most of the time. She hates me and my family, but she still wanted to keep me around for some reason” your eyes were burning at this point, and Mason’s soft skin against yours made you feel safe enough to finally let the tears spill. “I’m so sorry you had to live an entire month without him”

His hug tightened a bit when you sobbed.

“It’s not your fault. And I lived an entire month without you too, you know? You were missed just as badly”

“It is my fault, Mason. You said it yourself, I chose her over my family and I’m really sorry about it. I want you to spend more time with him, make up for lost time”

Mason pulled away just enough so he could helo turn your body to face his, his hand going straight to cup your chin.

“Y/N, what’s that? I don’t wanna spend hours alone with Luke, even though I love him more than anything. I wanna make up for lost time with my family, not only with half of it. I was angry that night, yeah? I was tired and missing you and I was so pissed you weren’t here when I got back home, I just snapped”

“You had every right to” you murmured, his thumbs never stopping with caressing your face.

“And then the next morning you weren’t answering my calls and when the time came you weren’t at the game like you said you would and I was so scared you had given up on us. So during the night I couldn’t sleep and I realised… I know you, I know you wouldn’t deprive me of my son even though you didn’t want to talk to me yourself, so I panicked. I’m sorry I called Matt, he was my only option”

“Matt and I were good” you smiled at him, and the way his eyebrows raised made you giggle. “I could never give up on us, silly. You’re my everything. Not going to bed with you every night, not making your breakfast every morning… it was the worst month of my life”

“That’s why I gotta give you my attention too, babe. You’re my girl, and Luke knows how to share, you know? He’s not selfish”

“Well, I don’t think I deserve your attention. Look what you had to go through for an entire month” you groaned, but Mason just sighed before placing his forehead against yours.

“You were manipulated, by someone you love a lot. You were worried and wanted nothing more than to help her, and I understand that staying away from me was a consequence of what you needed to do in your head, even tho in reality you didn’t have to do anything. I don’t really like your mum but I love mine, and I know the feeling of being able to do anything for her” he held you tighter. “You don’t need to feel guilty about it”

“Mason, you can’t pretend it’s alright. I lost the most important game of the season. I lost your fucking goal. I should’ve been there to support you and then I should’ve been here to comfort you” you chocked, the guilty feeling eating you alive.

“Babe-”

“It’s not ok! And I’d feel better if you just admit it, let me apologise and forgive me” you tried to breath and calm down. “You lost the first time he called for you and it’s my fault”

“We’ll, I’m listening now. And he can’t stop, isn't it adorable? The tiny human we made. With so much love” he kissed your forehead. “I missed you so much I think I feel like making another one any time”

“Mason!” you gasped, feeling your cheeks getting warm.

“What? The day we made Luke was so hot. A mess, but incredibly hot” he closed his eyes, licking his lips and you had to look away with flaming cheeks. You know exactly the day you got pregnant since it happened in a month you and Mason only got to sleep together once. Mason laid on his back and helped you lay half of your body on top of his. “Fine, baby. Let me hear your apologies”

“I’m really sorry for missing your first goal. You have no idea how awful I feel, because I should be there to celebrate it with you, to scream loud with the fans, to show how proud I was. And I’m sorry I lost the most important game for you. I hope you know I would never do that on purpose, and we wanted to be there for you. But I watched on TV and I’m so proud of you. You did so well with the time you had, and I’m sorry about the general result. You were so pretty though”

“Was I?”

“I’m starting to understand the hair now” you giggled. “It filled my tummy with butterflies”

“Are you sure you don’t wanna make another baby? Because you’re sounding like you do” he teased. “You’re forgiven, princess. And I don’t wanna you beating yourself about it, yeah? I already told you, I understand what happened and how stuck you were. It’s your family, after all”

“No” you shook your head, clinging even more against him. “You are my family. You and Luke”

“And the babygirl we’re gonna make soon?”

“Stop” you groaned, burying your face in his bare chest. “I want another one too”

“Really?” he pouted, and you could never say no to him.

“We could try your girl or start the Mason Mount FC” you hummed, content when he kissed you.

“Perfect” he murmured, lips brushing yours softly. You stared into his eyes, smiling when he raised his eyebrows. “Wanna start trying now? Cause I honestly missed you so much-”

“Shut up” you giggled, relaxing in his embrace. Brushing your nose against his neck, you inhaled the after shave smell and focused on how soft his neck is.

After a few minutes appreciating his warmth, you allowed yourself to sleep deeply, finally in your home. Where you are loved for who you are, not for what you can offer. Where you are wanted and your presence is valid. Where you feel safe.

Not your perfect three store white house, no. Your home. Mason Mount.

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assistant boy — trent alexander-arnold

You were at Trent’s house as soon as he came back to Liverpool, wanting to comfort your boy.

He’s a grown man and perfectly capable of dealing with his feelings, but it is not usual to have your smooth ass on screen for the entire world to see.

You knocked and waited, but Trent was quick to open the door for you. It didn’t need any words for him to be embarrassed, shaking his head the instant his gaze met yours.

“Hi baby” you giggled, wrapping your arms around his waist and waiting for your kiss. Trent pecked your lips before pulling you inside and locking the door so he could give you a proper kiss, cupping your face and pressing your back against the door.

“I missed you” he mumbled, his lips brushing yours. “I think you should start coming to away games with me”

“Oh, so I can shout from the stands for you to pull up your shorts?” you giggled, kissing his pretty pout.

“Stop” Trent groaned, raising you by your thighs. You wrapped them around his waist and your boyfriend walked towards his sofa. “I never felt more humiliated”

Trent sat on the sofa and you adjusted your body on top of his.

“Poor boy” you stroked his cheeks, pecking his lips again. “At least it was a pretty assistance”

“Babe, stop” he whined, throwing his head back. “Now I’ll have to see pictures of my butt every match week”

You left a kiss on the base of his throat. You think his despair is valid, but you can’t control the teasing.

“And I’ll be the first one to reblog them” you shrugged, laughing when Trent frowned at you. “It’s a pretty butt, bubba. What can I do?”

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one kiss is all it takes — jude. blurb #2

You love going to Jude’s games. Watching your boy doing what he loves, vibrating with every right pass and chances he created, losing your mind over every goal of his.

Even though you need to do it as a fan.

You’ve been dating Jude for five months now, and since the beginning it was agreed between you that keeping the relationship a secret would be better.

And you’re glad you did it. His world is so different from yours, that being in the eyes of the public before truly bonding with him could've taken away the love of your life. You’re sure you wouldn’t know how to deal with all of it, the fans and the press.

Now, Jude has been talking about telling the world that his heart has an owner now. “I want them to know I’m compromised, I’m a grown man in a serious relationship with the prettiest girl in the world” was his argument to convince you.

He’s not a grown man at all. And you told him that. “You only have the size of a grown man”, and he rolled his eyes at you. But you know what he meant.

Even though he’s still twenty years old, Jude is living a grown man’s life. Being a star in one of the biggest clubs in the world, assuming a new level of responsibilities and now dating — something he thought would take a while to happen.

He feels like a grown man, and he wants to act like one, demonstrating his love for you in public, taking you out for dinner instead of eating at home, and bringing you to Bernabeu so you can cheer for him with his shirt, and everyone will know you’re there only for him.

Last night you agreed about having a public relationship. “We don’t need to announce” you told him. “But we don’t need to hide either”

He kissed your entire face while you giggled, leaving a few kisses down your jaw and neck before getting up and running to his suitcase.

You traveled with him for his away game, illegally sneaking to his hotel room to chat with him. When he came back to bed with a smirk, you rolled your eyes.

“New kit for you” he gave you the shirt. His shirt, with his number and name. “For you to use tomorrow”

And you obeyed. Now, you are doing what you enjoy the most, observing him whilst Jude runs the entire field.

First half was goalless and a bit boring for sports fans, but you had fun following him with your eyes. Then, right when they came back from the break, Jude scored.

He celebrated like he always does, opening his arms like he owns the world. To you, he does.

He was praised by his friends, like he deserves.

And then he gave a silly smile before blowing a kiss with his hand. To you.

It felt like your heart was about to stop from how fast it started beating. A lot of faces turned to you, but you discovered how less you cared about them when your man was looking in your eyes.

You blew Jude a shy kiss, but it was enough for him, happiness spreading through his body for finally being able to dedicate a goal to you.

With teary eyes from emotion, you watched the rest of the game. Unfortunately, Real Madrid conceded a goal and they were coming back home with a tie, but you were still so happy that not even this could kill your mood.

When you finally got to see Jude you ran to his arms, tucking your face into the crook of his neck and humming when held you tightly against his bare chest.

“Nice goal, don’t you think?” he murmured and you pulled your face away just to see his cocky smirk. Combined with his shirtless torso, you know it’s a pretty dangerous smile.

“How do you manage to be cute and hot at the same time?” you snorted, making Jude giggle and peck your lips. “Stop, I’m being serious. It’s unfair with the rest of the world”

Jude kissed the tip of your nose, stroking your cheek in a way that was melting your heart, before murmuring against your lips.

“If that’s how I conquered you, then I don’t care if it’s unfair”

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how to ride a boat — mason mount

A/N: hello my pretty babies 🫶🏻 need you all to pretend our boy has prince hair back at united for this one. hope you enjoy it and plss forgive any mistakes xx

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content: unprotected sex and cocky!mason

If you’re being honest with yourself, you knew Mason wasn’t being called up to the England National Team this month. Coming back from injury and only having played two games in a new team after not playing at all for months at the old one, it was obvious his panorama wasn’t good.

But you were thankful for that. Seems ironic, because you’re the first person to want him to be successful, but more than anyone you also know how much he needs to rest. To stay home for a bit, maintaining his work at Carrington and focusing on getting stronger.

Of course, as his two year girlfriend, you always want him to be called up. You always want to use an England’s shirt with his name, ride to Wembley and watch your boy.

And you know how much it means for him to play for his country.

But it’s only the group stage, you remembered yourself. Staying, training, getting better and being called to defend England during the Euros it’s the best plan.

So, when the day arrived and the list came out, you woke up a bit earlier to make him a special breakfast.

It turned out to be really hard to leave your shared bed when Mason was sleeping so angelical, rosy cheeks and open mouth, his arm wrapped around you.

Mason stirred a bit when you lifted his arm and you froze, waiting to see if he would open his eyes, sighing when he stayed asleep.

You did your best to leave the room without making loud noises, wanting him to sleep a bit longer. Once you were downstairs, you started to pick the ingredients for Mason’s favourite pancake, with ‘strawberries, honey and a lot of ice cream’, like he says.

You were scooping a big ice cream ball to put on the plate when you felt strong and warm arms hugging you, making you give a lil jump before chuckling.

“What are you doing downstairs? You know I hate to wake up without you” Mason’s voice was raspy and lasy, and his newly grown beard tickling your neck made you giggle. “Don’t laugh. I hugged the pillow for two entire minutes before I realised”

“Oh, so you confused me with your pillow?” you faked an indignant tone of voice, and he held you even thigh.

“No! I mean, yes, but I was sleepy” he kissed your shoulder. “Are you making pancakes with strawberries, honey and a lot of ice cream?”

Your heart melted with the excitement in his voice and you nodded, finishing it. “It’s a special breakfast for a special guy”

“I’m the special guy, right?” he brushed your neck with his nose, and you wanted to peck his entire face.

“Of course you are” you rolled your eyes playfully, turning in his arms to face him. You hugged his bare torso, kissing his chin. “How are you feeling?”

Mason shrugged, tucking your hair behind your ear and smiling. You could tell it was a real smile, which made you smile as well.

“I mean, we knew I wouldn’t make it this month. I’m okay with it, it’s an opportunity to focus on training and being better at United so I can be a Lion again. And I have something planned for us today” he shrugged, and you cocked an eyebrow at his smirk.

Your heart flipped hearing happiness in his voice, not wanting to revive what you’ve both been through during his last months at Chelsea. “You’re still a Lion, babe. What do you mean tho, what kind of something you have planned?”

“I got the day off, we’re visiting Portsmouth” he kissed the tip of your nose, unpretentiously picking up the plate behind you. “After breakfast, of course”

You rolled your eyes again, tickling his waist. “Go on, we all know you love pancakes more than you love me”

“Are you jealous you’re not my breakfast today?” he raised an eyebrow at you, giggling when blood rushed into your cheeks. You actually were jealous, being honest. “Don’t worry babe, I’ll save room for you”

You’re sure it will be a long day.

Sitting beside him with your cup of coffee, you brushed his hair out of his face. After months of begging, he finally accepted his famous prince hair back.

“Are you serious about driving to Portsmouth? It’s a really long drive and we would have to come back tomorrow already” you questioned. As long as you have a flexible work schedule, Mason has a hectic one and despite wanting a lil trip with him, you always want to make sure he’ll have enough time to rest too.

“It’s still eight o’clock babe, we can leave by nine, get there around thirteen and only come back tomorrow evening” he smiled, putting a huge piece of pancake into his mouth. “Since a lot of my teammates are going to their national team, Ten Hag gave the rest of us two days before we must focus on training again, and I wanna spend these days with you, uh?”

“Okay” you smiled, stealing one of his strawberries.

“Hey!” he falsely protested. “You should be stealing kisses instead of strawberries. Go pack your stuff, hun”

You tilted your head to the side, admiring his shining eyes. “Have you packed yours already?”

“About this…” Mason looked at you with puppy eyes.

“Fine” you chuckled. “I can pack them for you, but you’ll have to make it up to me”

“I’ll” he kissed your forehead before letting you go.

Mason was always terrible with packing, never knowing what he wanted to bring with him, so you didn’t complain. Your relationship has been 50/50 since the beginning and whilst you would’ve packed for him, he would be driving eight hours total for your lil trip.

Once you were upstairs again, you started to pick clothes and underwear for two days, smiling when your phone buzzled with a text from Mason, telling you to pack your bikini. He hates shouting when it’s not to his new game or to his friends. ‘For you, I only have soft words’ he said once.

Such a simp.

You did as he asked, imagining he would want to go on a boat ride. Mason loved those. It was like a picnic above water, he always set the boat with a lot of food and maybe some games, sometimes just the pair of you or with some friends.

It was always so nice. He’s been trying to teach you how to drive his, and you think you won’t get rid of it this time.

After a few minutes, Mason finished his breakfast and came upstairs to help you, folding the clothes you took out of the closet.

When you closed your shared tiny suitcase, he kissed your forehead and went downstairs to put it in the car whilst you changed from your pyjamas.

“I’m ready” you announced when you got downstairs, only to find a shirtless Mason. “Why are you still not wearing your shirt?”

“It’s quite hot today” he shrugged, putting his phone in his shorts pocket.

You stared at him, furrowing your eyebrows. “You’re not driving shirtless” crossing your arms when Mason only raised an eyebrow at you. “You’re not. Would you like it if one day I decide to drive only in a bikini? I’ll have to deal with girls staring your body the whole drive, fuck off”

Mason tried not to laugh at your little speech, but he always thought you’re funny when angry. “Oh, so you’re jealous?”

You rolled your eyes, pointing to the stairs. “Of course I am jealous, go get your shirt on”

“Give me a kiss first” he got closer to you, brushing his nose against yours.

You uncrossed your arms, hitting his chest with your finger. “You don’t deserve a kiss, babe”

“I’m getting one anyways” he smirked, grabbing your waist with one hand and heading the other to the back of your head.

You wished you could say you pushed him away, but you’ll never deny a kiss from Mason. It’s the kind of kiss who gets you relaxed, smiling and floating.

His tongue slipped through your lips, invading your mouth and making you sigh. He groaned when your hand found their way to his hair, holding you tight.

From one minute to another, you weren’t sure if you were still going to Portsmouth as he grabbed your ass, pulling you to his lap before squeezing harder, and everything inside you lit up.

You scratched his shoulder, and when his name fell out of your lips, Mason gently put you on your feet.

“Go to the car, babe. I’ll just grab a shirt” he kissed the tip of your nose and quickly left.

You remained standing in place for a few seconds, trying to recover from it. Mason can be a piece of shit sometimes, especially when he wakes up feeling himself more than usual.

You shook your head, used to it and his silliness, and went to his car. It’s a huge one and you always struggle to get in alone, so when he came back half a minute later you were still trying to jump in.

Mason slapped your ass really hard before helping you, laughing at your complaints.

The drive went as well as possible with you trying to keep your hands to yourself. You’re usually not that needy, but being in a small space with him for so long was always difficult. You could still feel the effects from his kiss earlier, his grip on your bum and his hands under your shirt.

You’re naturally attracted to him, the brown hair you’ve been begging for him to let it grow, the melted chocolate eyes, his lips that wouldn’t stay quiet for a second, being constantly bitten whilst he was concentrating on the road, so it’s always hard to keep your mind under control.

And not to say about how big he seems driving his huge car, flexed biceps and big hands pressing the wheel. You wanted him to hold you that way.

Mason caught you staring, turning his head to smile at you. “Saw something interesting?”

One of his elbows were resting on his window, his fingers stroking his own jaw. Cocky.

“Shut up” you rolled your eyes. But this side of him was your favourite, when he was happy and relaxed, feeling like the pretty boy he is.

You and Mason stopped after two hours to eat something and for him to rest, before driving for another two. You tried to work remotely, but the sight of his arms kept distracting you.

“My parents won’t be at home when we get there, they’re having lunch with Summer and Mila today” Mason told you, and you tried to look away from how he was driving with just one hand, hoping he didn’t catch you. “So we’re stopping to do groceries and go straight to my silly little boat”

“Bitch? He’s not little at all” you cocked an eyebrow at him, and Mason shrugged with a lil smirk.

“I like big things. You knew that when you accepted to date me” he chuckled.

Soon he parked at his favourite grocery in Portsmouth. After so many hours inside the car you were a bit impatient, so you didn’t wait for him to get on your side, opening the door and trying to jump.

But you always forget how huge Mason’s car is, and you almost fell. Luckily, your boyfriend was next to you already, holding you in place. “Careful, princess” he kissed your temple, and you almost felt embarrassed for practically falling, but the way he always speaks to you makes your heart melt every time.

He offered you his hand and you intertwined your fingers together, so Mason guided you through the grocery store, one hand on the cart whilst the other was holding yours.

It didn’t take too long since he knew everything he wanted, buying a few fruits, chocolate bars, juice cans and some natural sandwiches.

Obviously, the cashier wanted a picture, but it didn’t bother you as long as they were nice when asking him. You love to see how much his childhood city likes and respects Mason.

After he paid everything and you were back in his car, your boyfriend helped you get in before putting the bags in the back seat. The place he keeps his boat is not that far, and soon you were parked, helping him with the bags.

You wore your bikini in the car and headed to the boat, settling the snacks in your boyfriend's little fridge. It’s cute, just like him.

Mason tried to make you drive the boat to his favourite spot, and initially you got it, but it was so much funnier seeing him drive it that you gave up.

“I don’t know how to do it” you rolled your eyes, pecking his lips.

“You were just doing it!” he cackled but let you sit in front of him, taking off his shirt and getting back to drive it.

It was hard not to look — almost impossible, but in reality you haven’t even tried to, eating him with your eyes. Mason only made it harder by flexing his abs every so often, changing his position so you could look better and even putting his hand inside his shorts to put his bulge in place just because he knew you were looking.

When he finally found the perfect spot, the pair of you spent the whole afternoon eating sandwiches and fruits, and gossiping. It was the definition of a perfect day for you, being able to have Mason around for that long.

The weather was really nice, not a burning sun but warm enough to allow you to use your bikini, and your boyfriend even jumped in the water, ‘to refresh his spirit’.

When he came back from his swim session, Mason opened the can of juice, approaching where you were laid in the boat’s sofa and giving it to you before opening one for himself. “Cheers”

The sun started to set behind him and you smiled happily, changing to a sit position before hitting his can with yours and drinking a sip. “Cheers”

After finishing his juice, Mason took a lot of blueberries in his hand and sat beside you. “C’mere baby” he tapped his thigh and you got closer, putting your leg over his. “No, you’re not close enough” he huffed, making you laugh.

“You’re all wet, Mase” you shook your head, but he just laughed, eating all of blueberries at once.

“You usually don’t complain when I’m all wet” he tickled your chin, grabbing your waist and nimbly bringing you onto his lap. “Much better”

His cocky tone made you sigh. And also the way he grabbed you as if you weighed nothing. And the way he was looking at you. And, fuck, his not so innocent smirk.

“What are you smiling about?” you whispered, tracing the shape of his lips.

Mason kissed your fingers, loving the weight of you on top of him. “I have you where I’ve been wanting you the whole afternoon”

Your heart flipped and you shook your head, trying to hide a smile. “You could’ve just asked me before?”

“Teasing is funnier, you know” he cocked his head to the side, kissing your jaw before placing one of his legs in the middle of yours. “Just ride it” he flexed his thigh, one hand on each side of your waist. “I know you want to. I know how to turn you on and I’ve spent the whole day making sure you would be dripping for me right now”

You were taken aback by his words, trying to process what he told you before feeling incredibly turned on, everything you tried to ignore during the day hitting you with full force.

“You’re such a-” you sighed heavily, rolling your hips forward, slowly. Not that you didn’t want to, but knowing he planned this you feel so innocent. How did you not notice?

“I can feel it, you know” Mason chuckled, like the bastard he is. “You’re soaked. Just like I wanted”

“We’re in a fucking boat, Mason Mount” you whispered again, not being able to take your eyes off of him whilst the friction started to feel good.

He’s so hot, it must be a crime. How you’re supposed to maintain yourself composed when he’s looking at you like he could fuck you senseless all night?

He giggled again, stroking your waist and shrugging. “I mean, you know how much I love my boat. And you. And the only way this view could get better is if I got to see that lil face you make when you cum — fuck, is so hot” he groaned in delight, picturing every single time he guided you to it.

“Shut up” you stopped your movements to hid your face into the crook of his neck and Mason laughed, cupping your bum and giving it a squeeze.

“We don’t have to, babe” he kissed your shoulder, and you'll never get tired of how much reassurance there’s in your relationship. “But we know it’s a bit hard for you to resist me, tho”

There’s no way you could deny it, anyways. Mason is really hard to resist.

You pulled up your face to look him in the eyes before putting your weight on your knees and start rocking your hips against his thigh muscle again.

Mason held your gaze and let out a soft groan, squeezing your ass to help you with your movements.

His bulge was visible through his wet shorts, that were stuck to his body. You know he always gets turned on just by teasing you, and you don’t even need to touch him, so it was obvious for you that your boy was hard as fuck.

Gently, you pressed him with your knee hoping it would give him a bit of relief whilst you were moving. The way he let out a shaky breath made you smile.

Mason always likes to act cocky with you, teasing you during the day and feeling himself, but as soon as things actually starts then the roles are reversed and he’s putty in your hands.

His grip on your bum tightened, and your hands went straight to his hair, your chest pressed against his. Mason closed his eyes when you kissed the tip of his nose.

Sliding one of your hands through your bodies, you scratched his abs before groping his bulge through the fabric.

Mason cupped your face, starting a loving kiss. The chances of being caught were low, but never zero, and he felt chills down his spine when you decided to touch him properly, tucking your hand into his shorts.

His lips parted a bit when you pressed his tip with your thumb, and you took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, slipping your tongue against his.

When you broke the kiss and stroked his length, Mason groaned, whined and chocked all together, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

You looked down, pulling his dick out of his shorts. Your mouth watered at the sight of his hard, red and wet tip, seeming so sensitive, his veins turning you on even more.

“Oh, it’s so good” Mason cried out. “So good being touched by you after an entire day holding it”

You stopped riding his thigh, pulling his face by his hair so he would look at you. “You’ve been hard like this through the whole day?” you asked, biting your lower lip when he nodded.

“I kept trying to picture Ten Hag naked so my cock would hurt less” Mason said sheepishly, and you bursted into laughs.

One of the best things about dating him is that everything has this funny and lightweight aurea. Even sex.

“My poor boy” you stroked his jaw. Now his angrily red head makes a lot of sense. “I don’t want to cum on your thigh, babe. You deserve more than that”

“Fuck” Mason whined, biting his lower lip so hard that you thought it would bleed. He expelled more precum, and you know it’s due to your words and what he knows it will happens now.

“C’mon, I wanna ride you with the sunset behind us” you pecked his lips, trying to bring his wet shorts down a bit. Mason helped you, moaning when you took him in your hands again. “You’re so sensitive I might make you scream” you teased.

“You always makes me want to. I just happen to be good at swallowing my screams” he kissed your jaw, hands back in your waist. “But I think there’s no problem if I scream tonight, uh?”

“Pull my panties to the side” was your only answer while you grabbed his shoulder for support, your other hand still stroking him. Mason did as you asked, and you sighed deeply when he parted your wet folds. “I’m wet enough, Mase”

“Let me play a bit” he pouted, rubbing your clit. “Is this all for me?” he smirked, his cocky tone coming back whilst he slipped his fingers through your folds. You nodded, trying to maintain collected. “I know. I’m the only one who can make you drip like this”

You let out a pretty loud moan when he inserted two fingers inside of you, his thumb still paying attention to your clit.

He was always so good with his fingers, and his words always makes you ever wetter. When you started to move, Mason held your waist in place with one his other hand, taking his fingers off.

“C’mere” he silenced your protest, pulling you closer. “My dick is hurting as fuck”

“Sorry” you whispered, kissing his chin and lowering your body. “It will stop hurting now”

You teased yourself with his tip, enjoying the way his grip your waist tightened. “Babe, please” Mason whimpered, slapping your ass when you giggled. Your painfully pleasurable moan made him groan, and you finally guided him inside of you.

“Oh- Jesus” he cried out. You closed your eyes shut, feeling your thighs burn when he filled you completely. “Fuck, Y/N. You’ll make me cum so fast it’ll be embarrassing”

“It’s actually good to know I’m so hot I can make you reach it really quick” you tried to tease, but you were in the same situation. You could feel your cunt and Mase’s cock pulsing together before you started to move.

It was quick for both of you. The way your walls were clenching agaisnt him, so warm and velvet. The way his tip was pressing that soft spot every time you lowered again. The way Mason actually screamed your name when you changed your angle, putting your hand on his knees and arching your back.

You came first, instantly clenching and cumming when he rubbed your clit in circles, and he reached his own orgasm when your walls pressed him during yours.

It was pretty intense, and you rested your forehead agaisnt his, kissing the tip of his nose. “You’re alright, babe?” you asked gently, brushing his sweaty hair out of his face.

Mason let out a shaky breath and nodded, his shoulders slightly shaking from his orgasm. “You might not know how to ride a boat, but you know how to ride other things pretty well”

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tsimvkas · 8 months

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our life changing moment — mason mount

A/N: hi!! it’s the first time i post a imagine here :) english is not my first language so forgive me for any mistakes. i’d like to thank Sid, the first one to read this and encourage me to post 🥺 hope you all enjoy it! and please feel free to share your thoughts about it with me xx

lil note: i know mason’s number seven is probably bc of beck but i used cristiano just so the teasing would makes sense

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content: pregnancy, fluff, mild angst, mention of sexual act

Your boyfriend stared at the pregnancy test, stroking your waist while the pair of you waited for the result. You were sitting on the bathroom sink and Mason was comfortable between your legs, your head resting at his shoulder.

You always watch these videos where the woman takes the test all by herself and then comes up with a surprise for the father. A box with baby clothes, a tiny shoe or even a cake with some written at the top. If the test shows that you are in fact pregnant, it would be nice telling Mase that way, but honestly? You were too scared to do it on your own.

“I’m probably ruining your chance to find this out in a cool way” you whispered, gulping.

“What do you mean babe? This is a nice way”

“I should surprise you with the tiniest sneaker in the world and a note. You shouldn’t be the one reading the result? It doesn’t feel right.

“You know Y/N, just because it isn't common in our society to see fathers participating that way it doesn’t mean that it’s wrong. If you’re pregnant then it’s our child. What doesn’t feel right to me is you thinking I should wait for you to tell me instead of us both discovering together. What about you? You take the test all by yourself and then proceeds to figure out nice ways to tell everyone? And who surprises you?”

“Why you always have to be this cute?” you looked up at him feeling your eyes watering.

He is definitely the sweetest boy you have ever met. You both started dating four years ago, being introduced by a friend in common, Sophia, his mate’s girlfriend and your best friend.

Soph presented you both at a club, a Chelsea reunion that she invited you to.

“That’s my bestie, Y/N” she said to Mason, and he grinned, staring at your eyes. “And this is the guy I told you about, bug”

You remember that you wished you could disappear, and the way he smiled at you suggestively just made everything worse.

“What exactly you told her about me, Soph?” he chuckled, finally greeting you with a quick hug, his hand shameless resting on your waist.

You weren't surprised when later that night, at the comfort of your house, you received a flirting text even though he never asked for your number.

Saying yes to a date with him was inevitable. You were so attracted to him. His beauty, the brown hair that was almost on his eyes, the big nose and red lips. The silly jokes, the way he was always smiling at you and the warmth of his hands at your lower back, guiding you.

A first date became two dates, and then he kissed you on the third one.

You never forgot how that kiss felt. The way he was holding you made everything burn and you’re not proud to say that you were totally turned on with just a kiss. Yes, you could’ve ridden him at that moment and he obviously noted.

Since then, you saw all of his sides. Cute Mason, cocky Mason, angry Mason. And you fell in love with every single one of them.

Falling in love with Mason was the funniest and cutest thing that ever happened to you. It was slowly, peaceful. He always made you feel like the most important person in the world, just like he was doing right now.

“Nooo babe, don’t cry” Mason tried not to laugh, knowing how crazy your hormones have been. For him, you didn’t even needed that test.

“Have you seen the result already?” you questioned, trying to keep yourself calm. You always wanted a baby, and that’s something you and Mount had agreed since the beginning of the relationship.

Of course you would love to see a mini version of your boyfriend waking up the pair of you, or a little girl for Mason to be protective about, but right now a pregnancy wasn’t something you were thinking about, which means it was totally unplanned.

“Look at me” Mason said with a soft tone, stroking your chin. You obeyed, staring at his perfect eyes. The way they’re sparkling you didn’t even need an answer. “We’ll be fine, sunshine”

You felt your heart skip a beat. All you could think about was that this couldn’t be happening right now. There’s so many things you wanted to do before being a mom.

A guilty feeling was spreading all over your body. At the same time that you didn’t wanted this to happen right now, it was your baby. You couldn’t think such things about it.

But… it will grow inside of you. And there will be nausea. A lot of pain and messed up hormones. Cries for no reason, weird food combinations. Your body will triple in size. And then, one day, it will have to get out of your belly somehow. And none of the options calms you down.

“Y/N? You need to breathe, babe. Uhum, take a deep breath with me” Mason tried to help you, his fingers tracing circles in your back.

You followed his instructions, and minutes after the initial shock you felt fear.

“I’m not sure I can do this” you whispered in his shoulder, not brave enough to look him in the eyes. When your crying intensified, Mason brought a hand to your head and scratched your scalp gently.

“I can’t tell you what you can or cannot face, love. It’s your body going to change, and it’s not up to me to dictate what you can handle with. What I can tell is that I’ll be there to help you. And that I do believe that you can do this, yeah. In my opinion, you can do anything”

“Can I- I’m sorry, can I have a moment? Alone?”

“Of course you can” his voice was lower and calm and your mind kept saying that you didn’t deserve him.

“I know I wasn’t supposed to react like that and we should be hugging and celebrating but instead you’re comforting me-“

“Y/N, stop using other people's experience as a parameter. We’re not them, ok? You’re allowed to feel the way you’re feeling. It’s a baby, inside of you. It’s a big thing. I’ll clean here and make dinner, just let me know when I can join you again”

You nodded, feeling guilty. It was obvious you weren’t doing this the right way. The father of your kid was right in front of you after discovering he’ll be a dad and all you say to him is that you wanna be alone for a little bit. Sounds selfish.

You walk to your shared bedroom and lay down comfortably under the mattress. You know you will love this baby and have a beautiful family but right now you just need to cry yourself out, mourning the old you. The one without responsibilities over a child.

Mason cleaned the sink and went down to make dinner. He wasn’t mad about your reaction, because he saw it happen at his family once. After Summer, Jaz wasn’t totally ready to be a mom of two, and although the world expects a woman to always feel happy about conceiving a baby, he understands that is not that simple.

He couldn’t lie though — he felt happy. To be a father was reason enough, but to be the father of your children? He couldn’t wait for it.

The pair of you have been in a healthy and strong relationship over the past four years, you saw the worst of him during his last season at Chelsea, moved in with him to Manchester and supported him through the whole transfer situation. He thought that there wasn’t any way he could fell even more for you, but this was proved wrong when he saw the positive test earlier.

Mason was always aware of his own privileges and that’s why he respected the way you felt about being pregnant. While your entire life is about to change, his could still be the same, only with a little addition.

But he is not that kind of man, and if your life is going to change then his life it’s going to change as well.

An hour later, you felt like you had already cried all the water in your body. Missing your man but without energy enough to scream for him, you texted Mase.

When he got upstairs, Mason entered the bedroom slowly. He put the bowl with strawberries on the desk before laying down beside you, his arms reaching your waist.

“Daughter, uh? You’re feeling better?” his voice was soft and he peppered kisses on your shoulder, smiling when you melted against him.

“Yeah” you nodded, “I just needed a second. I’m sorry boo”

“Don’t be. You know that- if you don’t feel ready, you don’t have to go with it. I would never force you into this. Even tho I’m going to do everything I’m capable of, it’s clear that your life will change more than mine for obvious reasons. If you don’t want this for now, I can’t accept that” His voice crackled, and you knew he was doing his best to assure you that it was your decision.

He wanted that baby so much, but there he was, giving up on it if it means that would hurt his girl. Turning in his arms, you stared at him, the big brown eyes filled with unshed tears.

“You’re going to be such a great father. Our baby will be proud to call you dad, Mase. Just the way I’m proud to call you mine”

Finally spilling his own tears, Mason hugged you tightly.

“Sorry” he smiled, embarrassed. The tip of his nose instantly went red, which made you smile too.

“There’s nothing to apologize for. I cried, now it’s your turn. I’m happy, ‘right? You don’t need to feel guilty about wanting this. I want this too” you whispered, and Mason felt free from the biggest weight on earth.

“Yeah? You do?” his eyes lit up, sparkling. You nodded, smiling when Mase hid his face in your neck.

“I want everything life can give me if I can have it with you babe” you scratched his scalp, feeling his arms shivering against the skin of your waist.

“Oh” Mase left out a shaky breath, kissing your collarbone. “I want this so much”

“Well, now we’ll have it. You should prepare yourself for choosing a name” you gently pulled his hair so he would look at you.

“If it’s a boy then can we name him Peter Parker?” he grinned, biting his lower lip. You couldn’t help but laugh, this being such a Mason thing to ask.

“Fine, I’ll choose the name by myself” you giggled, feeling happy and lightweight.

—

“I want to do something special,” Mason told his friend, Ben. “Like, if I wasn’t there, she would do something to tell me about the pregnancy, right? I was thinking about something like this, but she obviously already knows that she’s pregnant.

The pair of them were at a coffee, talking about you. Ben and a few close friends already knew about your pregnancy, that you discovered two weeks ago, and Mason was counting with help to make his plan a reality.

Ben took a sip of his coffee, raising an eyebrow.

“So you’re trying to make a pregnancy announcement… to the woman who is pregnant?” Chilwell frowned, teasing his friend.

“I want to surprise her somehow. But not any kind of surprise, I wanted to be like, pregnancy related” he tried to explain what he’s been thinking off since both of you discovered about the pregnancy.

“You can make a cake. She loves when you cook and put effort into it. And then you can also make a box, like she would’ve made to tell you. A little United shirt with your number, maybe?”

“That’s a good idea. Yeah, I’ll do it” he smiled, picturing you and the baby at Old Trafford. “But I also wanted something to show her that I’m committed, you know? That I’ll do my role as a father properly, that my life is going to change with hers. That I’m not letting her live motherhood alone while I still live manhood.”

“There’s something, actually…” Benjamin smiled.

Hours later, Mason came back home feeling giddy and excited about the future, sliding in bed and holding his world in his arms.

—

After a couple of weeks, when you completed two months, you were totally comfortable with being pregnant. You made your peace with the fact that things are going to be different, your body will change and your routine will never be the same.

From now on, you have a person counting on you for everything, and after the shock you felt joy and happiness about this new chapter of your life with Mason.

Despite the nausea that started really early, you love to be woken up by your boyfriend’s kisses at your not so visible bump but this Saturday was different, and his side of the bed was already empty when you woke up.

You know his game is tomorrow, and you were certainly going, so today he was supposed to have the day off after training yesterday.

You texted him, asking where he went, and got up to start the day. You did your skincare routine before doing your belly routine — something your best friend Lauren advised you about.

Mase showed up when you were moisturizing your belly, sticking his head into the bathroom.

“Oh no, I almost missed my favourite part” he pouted, getting closer to you and kissing your cheek. “Good morning boo, how you feeling today?”

“I’m good” you smiled when his hands replaced yours, massaging your belly. “Craving a chocolate cake with a lot of chocolate, actually”

“You’re always craving a chocolate cake, babe” he shrugged, smirking. “Good for you I brought one today”

“Really?” your eyes lit up.

“But if you want to eat it then you’ll have to do me a favour” he pouted again. “Rashy needs to distract his new girlfriend, that is not a proper girlfriend yet, and I don’t know how to do this”

“Is that girl we met last game? I could ask her to go shopping with me, see baby stuff. We changed numbers already so I don’t think will be weird”

“Could you do that? I wanna help him so he can feel more confidence in our friendship, you know?” he pouted once more and your heart melted at how cute he is.

“Of course I can”

“Thank you boo, I love you” he hugged you tightly, sniffing your perfume.

“I love you more”

“No you don’t, but I’ll let you think you do because they say it’s a bad thing arguing with beauty pregnant ladies”

“No one says that, Mase” you giggled, turning to stare at him. “Why did I woke up alone, uh?

“Groceries shopping” was his short answer before peppering kisses at your jaw.

When you ended your morning routine, Mase was waiting for you downstairs with your favourite breakfast, avocado toast and orange juice.

The pair of you ate together, talking about some of Mase’s new friends, how things were going so far at the new club and what he expected for the next game.

Then, while he washed the dishes, you texted Marcus’ new girlfriend. She is a sweet girl and knows that you don't have actual friends in Manchester yet, so she quickly accepted going to the mall with you.

When she popped up hours later to pick you, Mase helped you put on his jacket, your favourite one to wear, and kissed your temple.

“I‘ll see if Rashy needs help with his plan, text me when you girls decide to come back home?”

“Yes sir, I’ll let you know” you giggled, kissing him.

“Thank you” Mase murmured, sliding his credit card into your jeans pocket, making you roll your eyes.

—

Shopping with Anne was really, really nice. She talked about Marcus, you talked about Mase, the pair of you had dinner together and she helped you a lot with baby clothes and colour palette for the room.

After a huge pistachio ice cream, you yawned so loud that Anne chuckled.

“Ugh, sorry” you smiled, reaching for your phone to check what time is it. “We kinda have a bedtime routine, and I’m late”

“Mason is probably cursing me right now” she smiled back. “C’mon, I’ll drop you home”

Anne drove to your house whilst both of you screamed Taylor Swift’s lyrics. The feeling of finding a new friend it’s warm and nice, and you are really happy. It was a great day.

When she parked in front of your house, you frowned wondering why the lights were off. Mason saw your message half an hour ago, and you thought that maybe he forgot to let one of the lights on so you wouldn’t stumble.

Saying goodbye to Anne, you jumped out of her car and walked to your door. Everything was silent, and you walked in cautiously.

“Babe?” you entered your house, looking for the light switch. “Mase, are you home?”

A few steps later you finally found it, turning the living room light on.

“Surprise!” Mason shouted, almost making your heart stop. He was standing in the middle of the living room with balloons and a red cake, smiling the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen.

“What’s going on? I forgot my birthday?” you waited for more people to come out, but it was just your boy with his oversized hoodie and a proud smile.

“No, silly. It’s a pregnancy surprise!” he said proudly. You frowned, but your smile couldn’t be held.

“But I don’t know I’m pregnant already?” you teased him, getting closer. Mason left the cake on the coffee table, waiting for you with open arms. When you were close enough, he hugged you, stroking your back.

“Well yes, but I wanted to do something nice for you” he smirked. There’s no way this man could be better to you.

“That’s cute Mase, thank you”

“Anything for my girls” he kissed your forehead, pulling away just to catch a black box at the table. “And here, a present”

Your heart skipped a beat. For some reason, you both seem to be sure it’s a girl. You would love to see the love of your life being a girl’s dad, even though the idea of a mini him lot you up as well.

“Babe! You didn’t had to!” you gave him a kiss before taking the box to the sofa with you. Mason followed you, sitting behind you and settling you between his legs.

“I know but I think it’s so cute” he kissed your neck and your body shivered.

When you opened the box, a note on the top said “to my favourite girl on earth. you’re going to be the best mom england has ever seen. i can’t wait to be with you both for the rest of my life”

Feeling your eyes watering already, you blamed your hormones and took the present out of the box. You couldn’t hold back the tears when you realized that you were staring at a mini United shirt, with “Baby Mount” written behind, above your man’s number.

“She’ll be our lucky charm” he whispered, tightening his touch on your waist whilst the pair of you stared at the shirt.

“This is adorable, Mase” you pouted, your heart aching in adoration.

“You really liked it?” he asked shyly and almost insecure. You turned around to face him, finding the vulnerability kind of adorable.

“Of course I did. She’ll be very proud to flaunt your last name, babe” you stroked his chin, kissing the tip of his nose.

“Yeah? And would you?” he raised his eyebrows, biting his lower lip. “Would you be very proud to boast about my last name?”

“I mean, it’s a beautiful name” you smiled softly, not even preparing yourself for what was coming next.

Mason laid his head on your shoulder, kissing your neck.

“Take it then” he whispered, smiling against your skin when he heard you gasping. “Marry me, babe”

“God, Mase” you started to cry all over again. “Are you sure?”

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re it for me. We already live together, we kinda do act like a married couple. And, we’re having a baby. I know we had that conversation once and that you think marriage is just signing papers and a couple can survive without ever being married-“

You interrupted him, cupping his face and handing out kisses everywhere your lips could reach.

“Yeah I used to think like that, but not about marrying you. We’re not going to just sign a paper, are we?” you smiled at him. “We’re going to promise our souls to each other. Of course I already promised mine to yours, but I guess a ceremony would be nice. I want your last name so bad”

“I want you to be my wife so bad” he murmured, bringing you to his lap. “I wish I could’ve prepared a better proposal… how do you wanna do this? Now, or with a bigger bump? Or when the baby is born?”

“It was perfect this way, yeah? And we can think about the details tomorrow” you kissed his forehead, adjusting yourself on top of him. “Can we go upstairs?”

“You’re feeling well?” he stared at your face, looking for any signals that something may be wrong.

“I’m feeling like you could show me how much you want to be my husband” you grinned mischievously, sinking your fingers into his hair.

“Oh, Mrs. Mount, you have no idea what you just asked for” he kissed you with pure love and devotion. “But first”

Reaching into his hoodie pocket, Mason picked up a tiny box and opened up between your bodies, showing you the most beautiful engagement ring to ever exist.

“Boo…” you gasped, in shock.

Your fiancé took the ring and asked for your hand, slipping it through your finger, kissing your hand before taking his to your bum, pulling you closer.

“Now I can give you what you want” he got up with you in his arms, not being able to keep his mouth out of you and kissing your shoulder.

You felt overwhelmed by the thought of making love with Mase while using the ring he brought to you when he wasn’t even sure you would say yes, both of you having a conversation about your unwillingness to marry a while ago.

“You’ll take care of me?” you pouted dramatically, already knowing he always does.

“Mmhmm, how you want it?” he asked gently, entering your shared bedroom.

“I think I’m feeling emotionally sensitive” you kept your pout, stroking his scalp.

“Slow then” he laid you in bed, kissing your lips whilst you tried to hold a smile.

Mason took care of you, indeed, and you’re sure you’ll never get used to the way he touches you, like you were everything he needs to stay breathing.

Whether on wild nights or the ones like tonight, calm and gentle, he would always be able to make you feel good.

—

Your wedding was the most perfect day you ever lived. It was Mason’s priority to keep it private and intimate, with your closest friends and family only.

The ceremony was at an isolated beach, surrounded by rocks that made it difficult to see what was happening there. It was pretty quick as well, and the pair of you said your vows with a beautiful and pinky sunset.

Different than what your mother who traveled from Spain to participate thought, your 4-months-old bump wasn’t a problem. You were in fact a little bit worried since your baby was growing so slowly, but this made it possible for you to wear the dress of your dreams and still look good on it.

During the preparation month Mason was always telling you that you would’ve been perfect even if your bump was higher, but you knew it wouldn’t be the same to you. You wanted to live this as the old you, not the mother yet.

You also had plenty of conversations about it with your therapist, and she validated your feelings. “It doesn’t have to be two separated persons, even though I understand you, but maybe it could be easier for you if you think about it just like two different phases for the same person”. You’ve been trying, really.

You were nervous at the ceremony, but Sophia was there as your bridesmaid and made sure everything went really perfect. Mase’s best man was a hard choice for him, but at the end of the day his heart would always choose Declan. Kai wasn’t mad about it, even helping Dec when he needed it.

Your man’s vows were beautiful, and you cried the whole time. Yours were pretty good as well, but nothing like what you’ve heard from him. His words, his choked tone of voice and his stubborn tears even though he was smiling big made the moment absurdly magical.

The wedding party was also intimate, but Mason invited the rest of Chelsea’s and United’s players that weren’t close enough to make it to the ceremony, besides some of his friends from another’s club or league.

And it was pretty insane — you didn’t drink anything, for obvious reasons, but enjoyed the party a lot. The pair of you had your first dance to ‘daylight’, by Taylor Swift, and you couldn’t be happier once you had dedicated all of her love songs to him at some point of your relationship.

Mason was incredibly goofy after a few drinks, dancing to every song and climbing on his friends back. You couldn’t hold your laugh every time he looked at you and tried to wink, but closing both eyes instead without realizing.

After a lot of songs, drinks and pictures, you were really tired but accomplished.

“Wanna go home, wifey?” Mason whispered in your ear, worried about your tiredness.

“You’re done already?”

“Ben is too drunk to dance and Rashy is almost proposing after so many vodka shots” he laughed, holding your waist tightly.

“And you’re ok, boo?” you asked gently, cupping his face. His eyes lighted up looking at you and he nodded, peppering kisses to your face.

“You know I’d never get too drunk to take care of my babies” he murmured. “Let’s go home please? Our day was perfect but I’m so tired, I want to wear cute pyjamas and cuddle my wife all night”

You nodded, kissing his lips and saying goodbye to those still at the party before looking for Mason’s Rover at the parking lot.

Thanks to your bridesmaid, you were using a comfortable pair of Nike shoes since the party started, and given your husband’s level of alcohol you were the one driving the mini truck that he used to call his car.

Once you got home, Mase was almost sober again. He helped you out of the car and upstairs, unzipping your beautiful dress and putting you in a warm pyjama before changing his own clothes.

The pair of you went to the bathroom, brushing your teeth together. Putting you in bed, your husband went downstairs to make you both a cup of tea that you drank together.

Collecting the empty cups and taking them both to the kitchen, Mason came running back to you — and his comfortable bed. He snuggled in your arms, sighing in contentment.

You both already discussed your honeymoon, and you both decided to travel on his vacation, in a few months, since you’re only marrying now due to your pregnancy, forced to do it during the week. He didn’t said to where, and you spent half an hour trying to extract the information from him. Unsuccessfully.

After a few hours chatting about the day and how happy the pair of you were, Mase yawned loudly, leaning closer to your body.

“You need to rest, baby. We were kinda irresponsible…”

“I wouldn’t change a thing. I’m so happy your last name is finally Mount” he whimpered like a child. “Even tho I’ll be a zombie at training this week”

“Shut up” you laughed, scratching his scalp. “What about your international friends?”

“Uhm some of them paid a small fine for missing training” he chuckled.

You know they have money, a lot of money, but you were still impressed that so many of them could make it to your wedding despite the hard conditions.

“Oh my God” you bursted into laughs. “We were irresponsible. A lot”

“And it was worthy” he nuzzled your neck with his nose, and you could feel his body getting heavier as weariness took over him.

You felt your heart flip-flop and your cheeks went red, just like you were fifteen and flirting with your crush. “Yeah?”

“Yeah” he whispered, tucking his head into your neck. “I couldn’t wait any longer to be your husband”

“Impatient” you teased. Everything Mason has said that night had you feeling like you could explode.

“I know we have eternity together but c‘mon , I have anxiety issues” he grunted. “Can’t wait to make you the happiest wife to ever exist”

“You already do that, Mase” you continued to scratch his scalp, your eyes watering at his words.

You could feel his sleepy smile against the skin of your neck, and Mason yawned lazily.

Leaning closer against your body, your husband murmured how much he loves you before falling asleep.

You closed your eyes, smiling. This was everything you ever prayed for.

—

“You’re doing what?” you gasped. The pair of you were on the couch, you in his lap with one leg on each side of his body.

It wasn’t the most comfortable position, since you’re about seven months now, but you were showing their little kicks to Mason when he said he was staying at home for a bit after you gave birth.

“Ben had the idea months ago and I just loved it” Mason said calmly, scratching your belly. “And the baby will love it too, right bubba?”

“Of course he had the idea Mase, this means you’ll be off the pitch for weeks and since you’re better than him he won’t need to worry about you beating his ass at Old Trafford since you’re going to miss the game against Chelsea” you said in just one breath.

“Uhmmm I didn’t think about it but never mind, I’m doing it” he scoffed the hair out of your face. “Paternity leave existes for a reason. I need time to adapt to my new routine just like you. The couple first months are pretty hard and you’ll need me to do my part. I would say you’ll need help but I’m not just a help, I’m your husband. And the father.”

“Alright. Guess if my life is going to change then yours are too?”

“Exactly. If you need time to take care of our baby, recover and adjust your routine, so do I. In fact, you need me to take time to take care of our baby so you can recover. Yep, no discussing it.” he tickled your waist, stealing a kiss when you smiled bigger.

“Fine. But hear me: Ben is scared as fuck about facing you at your new home”

Mason giggled, your words always giving him more confidence about how he’s doing at Manny.

“Benji is as good as me, boo. You know that. He’s the vice captain for a reason” he defended his best mate. They would always do that, defend each other, and you think it’s really cute. Even though you know Mason is better, you love Ben. Is not like he is shitty or something.

“Yeah yeah, if you say so” you smiled, cupping his face. “Have you thought about where you want bubba to be born? Manchester? London?”

“I was thinking about it yeah and- I mean, you don’t have to want this but I was just you know, thinking and…” he smiled shyly. “It wouldn’t be nice if the baby was born in your city?”

“Masey” you whimpered, your heart skipping a beat. “You’re being serious?”

“Totally“ Mase kissed the tip of your nose, shrugging. “We already live here, you are surrounded by my culture, friends and family and I think it would be meaningful to you. It’s a beautiful place, with a nice weather and culture as well and since they’re being born here, the nationality will connect them with your country”

“Yeah? And you’ll let them cheer for Barça?” you teased him.

“No. Absolutely not. But they can like Messi.” he smirked, peppering soft kisses on your neck.

“I’ll tell this to the owner of the seven on your back” you giggled, cupping his face so he was looking at you again.

“I’m the owner now” Mason closed his eyes, relaxing with your touch before opening them and staring at your soul. “Wait- if it’s a boy we can call him Cristiano Ronaldo!”

“No. Absolutely not” you rolled your eyes, giggling when your man squeezed your body against his. “If it’s a girl we could call her Winter and she would match Summ”

“Yeah yeah, sure. I’ll love to spend some time making Autumn and Spring with you” Mason dipped his head, capturing your lips in a soft kiss, holding you even tighter when you both needed air. “I love you, boo. Both of you.”

Words he had said a thousand times before, but you would never get used to it. The new addition only giving your heart more reasons to stop completely.

“We love you more, Mase.” you smiled, gasping when your little baby kicked. “See? They agree.”

Mason smiled, massaging your belly and talking with the baby. The pair of you passed the next few hours like this, in your own bubble, and you couldn’t be happier.

You have your own family now. It’s yours, and it's beautiful.

#✧･ﾟ: *✧ tsimvkas — works #mason mount x y/n #mason mount angst #mason mount fluffy #mason mount x reader #mason mount fics #football fanfics

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tsimvkas · 21 days

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celebration — mason mount social media au

A/N: apparently i CAN’T move on from mason’s goal so yeah,, another one 🤧 just a silly social media au this time, that for some reason i thought it would be fun ? idk but i hope you like it 💞

masonmount

liked by benchilwell, yourusername, declanrice and others

masonmount nice one x

yourusername my pretty baby 🥹

privateyn im wet

privatemm privateyn and im thirsty

yourprivate like a waterfall specifically

privatejames privateyn keep the info to yourself y/n

declanrice congrats bro

benchilwell you deserve it mate

kaihavertz congrats 🤜🏻🤛🏻

christianpulisic put this tongue inside for once

privateyn christianpulisic yeah,,,, inside of ME

americanglory privateyn BEHAVE

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yourusername

liked by declanrice, masonmount, benchilwell and others

yourusername celebrating my baby’s 1st goal 🌟

benchilwell ‘celebrating’

yourusername benchilwell SHUT UP

masonfan1 benchilwell are u jealous?

benchilwell masonfan1 yeah he doesn’t celebrate with me anymore

masonmount benchilwell you’re never beating the homosexual allegations

declanrice please don’t tell me anything about your celebrations

yourbestie 🤐

christianpulisic yourbestie you could be inspired by them and come celebrate with me x

yourusername christianpulisic NOT ON MY COMMENTS CHRISTIAN

privatemm don’t listen to them pookie they’re just sexually frustrated

masonmount thank you for everything you do for me i love you a lot my princess

privatedec masonmount “everything you do for me” = the uncountable amount of heads she gave for you that goal

privatemm privatedec 🤐

privatejames man idk why im still friends with you two

privatedec privatejames if you need us to find you a girl just tells us benji

privatekai privatedec he does

kaihavertz sophiaamelia i wanna celebrate my goals too

#✧･ﾟ: *✧ tsimvkas — works #mason mount fics #mason mount #mason mount x you #mason mount fanfic #mason mount x reader #mason mount instagram au #mason mount imagines

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tsimvkas · 7 months

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summertime friends — mason mount

A/N: hiya 🫶🏻 look who’s back!! so the chainsmokers released a song when they came to my country and it’s about andrew’s bazilian gf and y’all are brazilians in this one 🤭 i really hope you besties enjoy a bit of my culture.

word count: 14.4k | masterlist

content: brazilian!reader, sex, fluff, simp!mase

You knew it wouldn’t be easy when you accepted your boss' offer.

In twenty-two years, you never left Brasil. Born and raised there, you were comfortable with your culture and living with your family and you love your country’s weather, food and people. Is a nice place to live, most of the time. Culturally, it is a partying country with loving, caring, happy and passionate people.

And when you say passionate, you mean it. It doesn’t matter the subject — football, formula one, concerts, festivals. If your people love something, they love something. And this is what you miss the most.

And your family, the happiest people you know, makes you love Brazil even more.

With them, there’s a different confraternization every month. Carnival, Easter, Independence Day. Every holiday is a reason to have a big family lunch with barbecue and cake.

But you couldn’t lie. Moving to another country has been your dream for a long time now. Not only to another country — but to England. When your boss told you a job position was open in Manchester, it only took you two days to think about it and say yes.

Telling your mom hadn’t been easy, and your entire family was insecure about you diving into something so risky, but the decision had been made and deep down you know it was the right one.

And now that you’re living across the world, five months with no pão de queijo, brigadeiro or feijoada, you’re not that sure anymore. You were never the kind of girl to feel homesick, but apparently that was about to change.

“I think I need a drink tonight” you murmured to your computer, attracting Sid’s attention.

“Tough week?” she asked you with a smirk. You’ve been friends with her since day one, when you landed in Manny with nothing more than your suitcase and a dream and headed straight to the office, where they handled everything.

She works in the same place as you, and you love to spend time with her. It was relieving that you were able to make a friend so far away from home, that you’re not actually alone, even though it feels like it sometimes.

“A bit” you sighed. “Let’s go out tonight. I beg”

“Alright babe, we can have a few drinks. What is that that you're used to saying every Friday?”

“Sextou” you smiled. A few weeks ago you explained to her the meaning of sextar, a kind of verb created in Brazil to express happiness with the arrival of Friday.

“Sextou then” Sid chuckled. “Choose the club and let me know”

You did the rest of your work a bit happier, excited to go out with your friend.

“I texted you the address, see you at 9pm?” you smirked at her when you closed your laptop, ready to leave.

“Yes boss” she nodded before giggling. “But you’ll have to bring me one of those later, you know it takes a lot for me to go to clubs”

“I told you you were going to be addicted” you rolled your eyes playfully, wanting some brigadeiros as well. “With Brazilian ingredients they taste even better”

“Now you’ll have to order them in some Brazilian market and make me some. You’re just making your life more difficult” Sid smiled, getting up and kissing your cheek. “See you later”

“I promise we can have a cosy Friday another time” you smiled back at her and Sid made a silly little victory dance.

You were very lucky to have her.

—

You haven't had the chance to know a lot of clubs in Manchester yet, but from the ones you went to, this one is one of your favourites. You found Sid at the entry, giving her a kiss on each cheek. By now, she’s used to it.

“Nice outfit” she said, and you love how she’s always boosting your self-esteem.

You were feeling a bit patriotic today, so your black cropped with the Brazilian flag and cargos was the obvious choice. Combined to your white Nike’s, you were comfortable and feeling beautiful.

You loved going out with Sid, because she is from the comfortable, but pretty, team as well, and you never felt badly dressed around her.

“I loved yours too” you smiled at her. She was also wearing cargos, a bodysuit and a pair of Nike’s, and in your opinion she seemed even more badass with simple outfits.

You made your way inside the club, you and Sid taking the first drink of the night. It was hot inside and soon you were drinking your second glass.

After a few drinks and some songs, a guy approached you and started a conversation. He seemed nice and the topics of his talks entertained you and Sid, so you kept it going. Between dances and drinks you felt happy enough to forget how much you missed home, distracted by your fried and the man talking with you.

“Wanna leave with me tonight?” he whispered in your ear about an hour after he started talking with you. “Don’t need to be right now though…”

You did your best not to roll your eyes and smiled ironically, realising he said the last part when a girl passed by both of you.

“I’ll check with my bestie and let you know” you lied, knowing damn well you wouldn’t leave with him.

“Fine” the man smiled confidently, and you didn’t like the coky tone of his voice. “I’ll be right back then, just need to use the restroom”

When excused himself, you and Sid went to the back of the bar to ask for another round of drinks. You were chatting with her after taking your tequila shot, talking about how that guy obviously went after the girl who passed by you despite him just asking you to leave with him, when someone rested their hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, can I buy you a drink?” the male voice in your ear gave you goosebumps. You couldn’t see his face perfectly due to the flashing lights, but you nodded anyway.

You wouldn’t deny a drink on a night like this. He quickly asked something to the barman, and you had no idea what drink he would chose to give you.

“So” the man started, giving you the glass you just saw the barman delivering to him. “Nice cropped. You’re from Brazil?”

“Yes. And you’re from here, I’ll assume by your accent” you smiled, taking a sip of your drink and widening your eyes in surprise. It was really, really good.

“Yes” he chuckled, proud of the satisfaction expression in your face. “How’d you get here?”

“I’ve accepted a job offer. The company I worked in Brazil had a position here and my boss thought I was good enough to make it”

“I agree with your boss, and I’m glad you accepted the offer, hm…” he paused, not knowing your name yet.

“Y/N” you introduced yourself. “And thank you…”

“Tony”

“In my country, this is the name of old men” you smirked, finishing your drink. It was a really hot night.

“I’m not an old man, I promise” you could hear him giggling.

“I couldn’t tell with all these lights, honestly. My myopia isn’t helping me either” you giggled. “Oh, this is my friend, Sid” you introduced your bestie, who was dancing beside you.

Sid finally looked at who you were talking with and sucked in a breath before greeting him. “This is Tony, Sid.”

Tony laughed, and the sound of his laugh made your heart skip a beat.

“Hi Sid, nice to meet you. Can I buy you a drink as well?” he asked nicely, and your friend nodded, seeming a bit shocked. You were almost asking her what was wrong when Tony called your attention again. “So you just accepted a man’s offer without seeing his face?”

“I mean… It's a hot night. I couldn’t say no to you, could I?” you smiled shyly. Tony’s phrase reminded you of how you mom would always say ‘don’t accept anything from strangers’ and there you were, accepting things from strangers in another country.

He laughed, and for some reason you felt proud to be the one making him laugh. “No, you couldn’t. I’m more than happy to give you another one, then”

“So, why are you offering drinks to me?” you asked, suddenly suspicious.

“I liked you” Tony shrugged. “You’re pretty, and I liked the way you were dancing. I kinda hoped I could ask you out, but I’m pretty sure someone was faster than me. I saw him talking to you”

“Oh, this is sad” you joked, suddenly remembering the man that went to the restroom and never came back. At this point, Sid’s grip on your forearm was beginning to hurt you. “You should’ve talked to me earlier”

“I was nervous about it”

“Well…”

“I know, I know. I deserve to see you leaving with him” he had a pout on his lips, which made you laugh. Hasn't he noticed that the man who ‘asked you out’ disappeared?

“Don’t be so tough on yourself” you smiled.

“Another one?” he asked you, pointing to your empty glass. At this moment, the club’s light dimmed a bit and your breath hitched in your throat. The eyes, the nose. The hair. You would’ve recognised this man anywhere.

Well, anywhere without such strong lights.

“Oh yes” you chuckled. Or choked? You don’t really know. “Uhm, I just need to talk to my friend for a minute”

Mason nodded sheepishly, and you almost screamed. Turning your back to him, you faced Sid with utter panic in your eyes.

“Oh my God” you whispered, trying your best to not make a scene. It’s just a famous footballer, who happens to be one of your biggest crushes, buying you drinks. It happens everyday, right?

“I know” Sid whispered back, reading your mind. “He’s right there”

“Why didn't you tell me?” you continued to whisper, taking deep breaths to calm your mind. You and your friend gave Mason a quick side eye, that he obviously saw. “What should I do?”

“Keep accepting his drinks? Talk with him for the rest of the night? Press him on the counter and kiss him senseless?” Sid practically started daydreaming.

“Sid…”

“Those kinds of things only happen once, Y/N” she interrupted you. “Just go back and play his game”

“Ugh” you groaned at her. “I don’t want to make you a third wheel or something”

“As long as he’s buying me drinks too, that’s ok” she whispered one last time before turning you to face Mason Mount.

You swallowed the gulp in your throat before smiling at him.

“Hello, you’re back” he giggled, making your legs turn into jelly. You took a deep breath and put your phone on the counter, accepting the glass he gave you.

Smirking at you, he pulled his phone in front of yours over the counter, grateful for the new iOS function. You raised an eyebrow at him, not sure if he could see it, but saved his number.

“I think it was love at first sight” Mason finally spoke again. “When I saw you dancing”

“Love doesn't exist, silly” you rolled your eyes at him, momentarily forgetting who he was.

“You really think like this or you’re just dumping me?” he sounded a bit insecure and you felt giddy inside. How could this man think anyone on earth would dump him?

Your eyes went down his body, and you took a sip of your drink before responding. “What do you want, Mason Mount?”

“Oh, so you know me” Mason chuckled. “To be honest, I want you to leave with me, but since someone asked you first, then I’ll enjoy my time whilst he don’t come back”

“He won’t come back. I’m pretty sure he ghosted me”

“I bet he will. With a terrible excuse, by the way. Men, you know…” he shrugged.

“Do you think we could dance until then?” you asked him, suddenly not feeling nervous anymore. He was Mason Mount, yes, but he made you so comfortable that all you could do was see him as a normal person, like you.

And besides him being him, Mason Mount wanted you to leave with him tonight. You’re not stupid, you deserve at least a dance.

Mason smiled at you, holding you by your waist. “She’ll be right back” he whispered to Sid, taking you to the floor dance.

The song had a happy beat and most of the people were screaming the lyrics, but he kept your back pressed against his chest, mirroring your movements. When a Brazilian funk started, you teached him how to dance it, and Mason never laughed so much before, his hands on his knees whilst he was trying to copy your movements, moving his hips.

After three or four songs, you came back to the balcony in the back of the bar and his hands were still in your waist as you didn’t push him back.

“Can’t believe you made him twerk” Sid had a shocked face, and you smiled at her.

“Things like this only happen once, right?” you murmured.

Mason asked for a bottle of water for you, and you rested your body against his. “So” he breathed in your neck, brushing his lips in your skin. “I need to know if you really think love doesn’t exist”

You were taken aback by his question, not expecting it at all. He just met you, and you didn’t think your statement about love would be important to him.

“I think that it might exist, yes” you shrugged, trying to think of a coherent answer while dealing with his lips on your shoulders. “I used to believe it did, but then… I mean, if it does exist, then it doesn’t last long”

“Somebody hurt you?” he rested his face on your shoulder, and you sighed.

“Don’t you think this is too much information to share on a first day?” you try not to sound rude, so you intertwined your fingers with his to show you weren’t mad about the question.

“Sorry” he smiled shyly. “I just feel like I know you for years”

Indeed, it felt like the pair of you knew each other for more than just one night. You had to keep reminding yourself you only know him for an hour, even though you know the public version of him.

“Yeah, somebody hurt me” you admitted.

“Their loss” Mason smiled, pecking your cheek. He made you feel like the pair of you were already into something, acting all touchy and gentle. You have no idea how he’s not scared or worried about reaching out to you when he’s a public person and you could be just someone interested in his money and fame.

You’re not, but he has no way of knowing this.

The guy, who you couldn’t even remember the name, chose this moment to indeed come back and Mason pouted at you. “I know you’re leaving with him” he murmured. “But can we dance to the last one?”

“I’ll dance with my friend” you said to the guy with a smile, not really liking the look he gave. What he expected you to say after he spent an hour ‘in the restroom’? “With my friend Tony and with my friend Sid” you changed your tone so Sid would understand you wanted her to come with you.

The guy — you think his name is Luke, rolled his eyes and sat close to the balcony, like he would wait for you, so when the three of you were in the middle of the dance floor, you brushed your lips against Mason’s ear. “Get us out of here, please”

Mason smirked, taking you by hand as you took Sid’s hand in yours, and walking to the exit whilst messaging Rashford with his free hand. Outside the club, he walked to the biggest car you’ve ever seen and opened the door for you both, helping you and Sid to get in.

“Do you feel okay enough to drive?” you asked him when he settled himself behind the wheel.

“Yes ma’am. We’ll just wait for Rashy so we can decide what to do now” he blinked at you.

Once Marcus finally appeared, the four of you decided where to go.

“I think we need an after party” he smiled. “Like, go really crazy and that stuff. You know you just interrupted me right now”

“Gross” Mason rolled his eyes before shrugging. “Well, we’re on our vacation… it will take us an entire season to be allowed to drink like this again”

“Alright then, let’s drink”

Mason adjusted his seatbelt and Marcus searched for somewhere to go, contacting friends.

“Are you drunk enough to crash a party?” Marcus grinned, raising an eyebrow to Mason. The way he started the engine had your tummy fluttering, and you felt a bit ashamed of the things you thought.

“Whose party?” he cocked an eyebrow back at Rashford.

“A Man City one” was the answer, and you looked at Sid to confirm you heard right.

The car stayed in silence for two seconds before Mason cackled.

“Let’s do it” he said with a cocky tone, speeding up the car and following Marcus’ instructions.

You know Mason shouldn’t be driving after drinking and you shouldn’t be drunk in a stranger’s car but you couldn’t deny that you were excited to do whatever the four of you were about to do.

“I have something to ask you” you held Mason’s seat, getting closer to his face.

“Anything”

“We’ll take an Uber to come back from the party. You drink a lot already and it’ll be worse by the end of the night”

“Really?” he smirked. “You saw me drinking?”

You took a moment to think. “No, but Rashford asked-”

“I have a drunk spirit” he whispered, smiling. “I’m always drunk enough, cause I don’t need to be drunk. You’ll know I had a few drinks when you see my ‘few drinks version’, I promise. And I would never drive if I want to get drunk” he looked at you through the car’s mirror and you nodded.

“It’s there” Marcus screamed, excitedly pointing to a club’s entry and making the three of you laugh.

Mason parked in front of it, and an employee quickly came to manoeuvre his car. Giving him the keys, Mason helped you and Sid to get out of the huge car, and the four of you stared at the club.

“So, what do we do now?”

“We enter” Sid shrugged. “We just need to act like we’re supposed to be here. And you two, don’t look him directly in the eyes. He’ll recognise you and know you’re little tiny Red Devils trying to make a mess”

“You sounded like a Brazilian right now” you giggled, and Mason frowned at you.

“She just called us little and tiny?”

Without even hearing Mason, she grabbed Marcus’ arm and walked to the security guard. “Sorry sir.” the man stopped Marcus. “We are closed to a private party tonight”

“I know that” Marcus smiled.

“Your name is on the list?” the guard asked, holding a tablet with, probably, the list on it.

“I don’t need a name on the list” Mason snorted, and you tried not to laugh.

“I can’t let you enter if your name isn’t on the list” the man looked at Mason. “I’m sorry”

“Do you know who are they?” you entered the conversation, taking Mason by hand and walking to look into the security guard's eyes. He seemed pretty young for his job and you thought you could put some pressure on him. “They own City Football Club”

“I don’t think so” he played it cool but you could see his eyes widening.

“Look… Carl” you read the name on his badge. “They’re like a father to City”

“There are controversies” Sid giggled, and Marcus left an indignant sight.

“But you all look so young” Carl frowned.

“Thank you” you smiled. “Now, if you don’t let us in to celebrate Ederson’s birthday, he’ll be really pissed” you bit your lower lip with a false concern.

“How do you know that-” Mason tried to say, but you elbowed him.

“Sorry, ma’am” Carl gulped, taking a step aside and smiling shyly. “Now your top makes sense”

“It does?” Rashford seemed confusingly drunk.

“She’s wearing the Brazilian flag because Ederson is Brazilian”

“That’s correct, Carl! Have a good night” you smiled at him, pulling Mason inside and hoping Sid would do the same with Marcus before they both could talk anything else.

“What was that?” Mason gasped when you both were out of the guard’s view.

“They call it ‘Brazilian way’, a talent most of us were born with” you proudly smirked. “In essence, is about how we make all relationships personal ones, breaking with the social rules that should apply to everyone”

“Nice” Mason laughed, shaking his head in the rhythm of the music. Marcus and Sid joined the pair of you, and Rashford started to awkwardly dance.

“One thing about City that we can’t deny — they know how to party” he kept dancing and Mason rolled his eyes.

“Well, after so many years partying it’s practically an obligation for them to know” Sid shrugged and you nodded.

Mason giggled when Rodri passed by the four of you without noticing anything weird. “Should we stay unnoticed?”

Before you could say anything, Marcus made his decision.

“Good night guys, sleep well” he started to scream whilst walking to the exit pretending to leave, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “It was a great night, I loved it”

“Drinks were incredible as always” Mason followed his friend's steps. “You guys really know how to party”

“What the hell?” Grealish was the first one to get up and walk in their direction. “I’m not that drunk, right? I’m not seeing ghosts yet”

“Yet?” Mason burst into laughter. “Do you see ghosts often?”

“What the fuck are you two doing here” Phil giggled, approaching the four of you and clapping his mates’ hands.

“And the bastards even brought company” Dias got closer. “Why are you at a City party? Thought about joining us?”

“We were bored, and where Jack is, there’s also alcohol” Mason rolled his eyes playfully. “This is Y/N and Sid”

“Nice to meet you, girls” Ruben smiled, shaking hands with both of you. When he held yours for more than a moment, Mason slapped his arm. “Ouch?”

“Take your hands off of her” he tried to say it playfully, but the tone of his voice went a bit huskier than he intended to.

“Oh, I see. Your girl?” Rubens chuckled, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Not yet” he smirked, making you choke in silence.

“She’s too much for you” Jack teased, receiving a slap as well. “Stop doing this”

They started a fake fight, and you held back the desire to record it.

“Hey!” Stones suddenly screamed. “Bring your drunk asses back here”

“I’m not drunk” Mason screamed back.

It was nice to see him around his friends, so comfortable and… normal. Nothing like a famous footballer. It reminded you about you and your own friends, teasing each other, getting drunk together, being loud and silly.

“Nobody asked you” Foden slapped his head and you chuckled.

“Saw something funny?” Mason smiled at you, walking towards you to tickle your waist.

You started to laugh before he even touched you. “Oh no, don’t do this” you tried to dodge. “I’ll probably laugh so loud and it’ll be embarrassing”

“Are you encouraging me?” he grinned, reaching out to you and tickling your body.

You tried to choose between breathing or speaking while laughing, slapping his shoulders in an attempt to make him stop.

“Alright let them love each other, you two come with me” Jack talked to Sid and Rashy. “We have the best alcohol in the world”

“You could say, since you already had alcohol in every corner of the planet” Ruben teased him.

He laughed, finishing his beer. “You can’t blame me, I’m a taster”

When Mason finally stopped, he guided you to where Stone was, holding you against his chest once you got there and Sid came to your side with a drink, offering to you. “Jack was right, it’s the best alcohol in the world” she giggled. “And it’s pink!”

The four of you had a lot of fun, dancing and drinking till late. Mason really stayed the whole night without drinking alcohol, so you kept bringing different juices flavours to him, and he would drink them all and rate from the ones he liked to the ones he hated.

Every time you would come back to him with a new glass, Mason felt his heart warm at the fact you kept remembering he wasn’t drinking alcohol, and he couldn’t help but smile when you asked him how good each flavour was.

He doesn't know how to explain the instant connection he felt with you, but you seemed so pure hearted, gentle, caring and bright, and since the moment he saw you dancing he started to think that this is exactly the type of people he wants around. The type of woman he wants to wake up next to.

After two hours drinking more than he could take, Marcus gave up. “I’m starving man, I need to sleep” he mumbled at his friend when you were giving mango juice in Mason’s mouth, his hands in your waist. “Wow, this is disgustingly adorable. I wanna throw up”

You and Sid laughed at the way he was speaking, seeming like he was about to fall asleep any moment.

“I think we’re good to go, Mase” you smiled at him, staring at his tired eyes. He seemed happy, but exhausted. You smiled when he licked his lips clean. “Good one?”

“Yeah” he murmured. “Do you wanna eat something?” he asked gently, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“McDonald’s” Marcus quickly interrupted, desperate to eat, and Sid nodded when Mason looked at her.

“I bet you wanna go to Maccies” you teased as he looked at you, waiting for your answer.

“But he won’t go if you say no so please, say yes” Rashford gave you his best pout, and you smiled.

“McDonald’s seems pretty good” you laughed, waiting for the boys to say their goodbyes and following them to Mase’s car.

You and Sid went to the backseat and both of you spent the ride gushing and gossiping, whilst Mason and Rashford talked about something. If you stayed quiet for a second, you would’ve known he was talking about you.

On the line for the Drive Thru, Mason turned to ask what you and Sid wanted and, and after ordering and paying he parked in the empty parking lot.

The four of you ate between laughs and jokes, and it felt nice. You wished you could have moments like this all the time.

“I need to use the restroom before we go” Sid told you, asking Mason to unlock the car.

“I’ll go with you so you don’t walk through the parking lot alone” Marcus offered, leaving only you and Mason in the car.

“So…” you started, a bit nervous about being alone with him.

“The only male pout that can make you accept something it’s mine” he turned to look at you. “Got it?”

You cocked an eyebrow at him, finding it funny. “Alright, sir. Anything else?”

“For now, we’re good” he blew you a kiss.

You could still feel the alcohol in your system whilst you stared at him for a few seconds, not even realising when your body leaned in his direction. Mason turned his face even more in your direction and you held on to his seat, your right hand went to cup his face. You brushed his lower lip with the pad of your thumb, and Mason smiled.

“They need to come back before I do something dumb” you murmured, so close to his face that your nose was almost touching his.

“Something dumb? What do you want to do?” he smiled cockily, so close that his breath hit your face.

You kissed his nose, and Mason closed his eyes.

Squeezing your body between the space of the two front seats, you held his face with both hands and kissed his forehead. Then his eyebrows, his eyelids, his cheeks and his chin.

“Why are you teasing me?” he murmured, not wanting to break the atmosphere.

“It’s funny. Right now you don’t look like the man flirting with me in the bar” you continued to tease.

Mason opened his eyes, staring at you for a few seconds before pecking your lips. “Are you sure of it?”

You grinned, brushing your nose against his and leaning closer to him in the exact moment Marcus opened the car’s door to Sid with more strength than it was necessary, scaring you both.

She tilted her head to the side, raising an eyebrow at you whilst Rashford helped her get into the car. He closed the door for her, and the three of you silently waited for him to get in.

“Ugh, I need my pillow” he groaned, oblivious to the tension. “And a lot of sleep”

“Seatbelt” Mason asked him, and his voice sounded low key grumpy.

You gave Mason your address, and soon he was in your front porch line.

“Thank you guys, have a good night” Sid waved at them, unlocking the door and jumping out. You could tell she was ready for a good gossiping session.

“Good night Sid” Mason smiled at her, and Marcus rolled down the car window to mess up her hair.

“Good night” you smiled, tucking your face between the front seats and kissing Mason’s cheek. “Thank you for tonight”

“I’m the thankful one, Y/N” he smiled sheepishly, apparently forgetting how angry he was at Marcus and Sid for interrupting both of you.

“And where’s my kiss?” Marcus said playfully, making you laugh.

You were about to join in his joke when Mason held your wrist. “Don’t even think about it” he said.

“Sorry, Marcus” you cackled.

“What a jealousy prick” Rashford shook his head. “Good night, Y/N. Hope we see you soon”

You jumped out of the car, closing the door and waving at them through Marcus’ window.

Mason waited for the pair of you to enter the house before leaving, and as soon as you locked the door you and Sid started to scream.

“He’s so adorable” you whined.

“So, you were about to kiss him when we got back?”

“I think so?” you pouted, heading with her to your bedroom. “He’s so cute. And sometimes he’s a bit cocky but he’s always so sweet”

Both of you changed into comfy pyjamas and Sid jumped in your bed.

“I was going to tease you about meeting him today and already falling but he’s Mason Mount, you’ve probably fallen for him a long ago” she smirked, tickling you when you laid by her side.

You chuckled, rolling your eyes. “Shut up Sid”

—

“Dec, I think I love her” Mason sighed for the hundredth time on the call.

He dropped Marcus at his before calling Declan to tell him every detail of what happened tonight.

“Bro” Declan laughed at his desperate friend. “You just met”

“In person, yes. But our souls were connected way before tonight” Mason whined, remembering your smile, the way you chose different juices for him, how you ate your fries drowning them on ice cream.

“Oh my Jesus” Declan screamed through the phone, waking up Kai and laughing even harder. “What the hell is this?”

“You’ll see… we’ll get married in some beach in Brazil, I’ll drink coconut water for the rest of my life and my daughter will call me ‘papai’, buddy”

“And you’ll learn Spanish” Kai murmured, only hearing the last part. He could be irritated because he was woken up, but he missed Mason’s voice. And he would never tell anyone that.

“Are you dumb? They speak Portuguese, like Portugal” Mason smiled proudly, even though they couldn’t see. “I searched while we waited for the hundredth shot of the night. Hi Kai”

“Hi big Mase. So you’re almost dating, huh?”

“Shut up, you’ll make his delusional ass go crazier. You’re already searching for things about Brazil?” Declan teased him.

“I want her to know I care” Mason replied, finally getting home. He quickly parked and got inside, ready for sleep as much as he could.

“Mason… you haven’t even kissed her, mate” Declan tried not to laugh.

“But I’ll” he said, confident.

“For God's sake” Kai blurted out with a muffled voice against the pillow and Mason giggled at his friend's reaction, but his faith was unshakable.

He felt so confident about you. He saw in your eyes, the way you shivered at his touch and how you looked at him.

Things he would never tell Declan or Kai, of course. First, he doesn't want to hear the tease, and second, they wouldn’t understand.

“Right. Now go to bed” Dec instructed. “You need to rest”

“Why is Kai with you?” he tried not to sound jealous. And he failed.

“Coincidentally, we came to sign the contract on the same day and they put us into the same hotel room” he cackled. “We’re besties now”

“Don’t be jealous, Mase” Kai teased.

“Why would I? I have Y/N now” Mason hummed.

“You see? He already forgot us” Declan accused him. “Fine, now go to bed. You have to take your United pictures tomorrow”

“How do you know that?” Kai asked Rice, and Mason tried not to laugh.

“Don’t need to be jealous, Kai” Mason teased him back, obeying them and taking off his clothes before tucking himself in his bed.

“Shut up” Havertz snorted, making both Dec and him laugh.

“Ugh” Mason complained. “So boring sleeping with you two on the phone after meeting the love of my life”

“C’mon Mason, shut up” his Arsenal boys laughed. “I hope you’re already tucked in bed”

“I am, sir. Rice. Just looking for her number so I can say hello” he bit a smile, even though no one could see him.

“Are you going to text her now?” Declan sighed in disbelief.

“I’m just saying good night. You’re so boring, Dec. I’ll remember this when you ask me to be my little girls’ godparent”

“Which team does she support?” Kai suddenly asked. “The love of your life, I mean” and Mason knew he was rolling his eyes.

“We didn’t mention football”

It seems egocentric to mention his job on the first night, especially because he’s used to everyone knowing who he is, so there’s no reason to talk about football.

“It’ll be funny if she turns out to be a City or Liverpool fan” Kai mocked. “I hope she’s a City girl”

“She’s Brazilian. I don’t think she loves an England team with her soul, so we’re out of trouble” Mount said, trying to sound indifferent.

“You’d be surprised, the Prem is pretty famous there”

“How do you know that?” Mason frowned.

“If I was you, I’d hope she’s not a big fan of the team we destroyed at the Club World Cup” Kai giggled, ignoring the question. “Or the one that beat up Chelsea a decade ago”

“Did you know that their goalkeeper is still a current player?” Declan commented. “How is that possible, they don’t get old?”

These two will drive him crazy.

“You’ve been doing your research as well, uh?” Mason teased.

“I'm the Sebastian Vettel of football, I know everything” Rice said with a cocky tone.

Forgetting his friends on the phone for a moment, he texted you.

Mason thought it was cute how you misspelt the word ‘too’, probably because too and two can have the same sound to a non native speaker.

He wouldn’t correct you though. If the pair of you were speaking, it was only because you learned his language. And if he got what you meant, then it was all that matters.

“Alright” Mason yawned. “Sleep well you two”

“You texted her?” the most gossiping man in the world asked.

“Yes, Declan. She’s probably sleeping, won’t reply now” he lied. He loves his friends, but he wanted to keep your silly little conversation only to him. “Talk to you tomorrow”

“Good night Mase” Kai groaned, turning around ready to sleep again.

“And good luck with your girl” Dec teased.

He wouldn’t be nothing without his boys.

—

Living in Manchester for about six months now, you made some friends. Most of them are from work, some of them from the clubs you and Sid like to go.

Your life has been really good. You like the tiny house the company got for you, the coffee shop you visit every morning, the chance to speak a language you like a lot.

And the guy you met a month ago.

You and Mason text almost everyday. He’s a sweet guy, and you always feel a bit giddy when talking with him.

His season started and he was really excited about it, so you felt awful to know he got injured only in his second game. He seems so full of life, and picturing him without his bright spirit for being unable to play made you so fucking sad.

In one of your conversations he said to you that the worst part about injuries, besides being away from the pitch, was that he felt lonely. His friends were training, playing games, travelling for the away ones… and he only had physio. Physio, physio and physio.

Since then, you tried to talk with him every time you could, about the most nonsense stuff. You’d ask about the physio, always, but so about what he ate that day, his favourite places around the world, the favourite games he played. And he’d ask about you, and your country, something you love to talk about.

Sid blurted out about it in the office one day, and your new friends didn't like the news that much. Maybe because they were all City fans? But one of them seemed really upset about it.

“He’s not a good guy” Nick said. “He looks like a good guy but I’m sure he’s rude, ignorant, selfish and violent”

“I mean, he can be violent with me if he wants to-” you said automatically, and Sid bursted into laughter.

“Gross, Y/N” Nick complained, rolling his eyes. “Be careful with him”

“Sure, Nick. Don’t worry” you smiled politely before saying goodbye and leaving with Sid.

“Well, he’s definitely into you” she chuckled.

“What? Nick?” you frowned. “This is a weird way to demonstrate”

“Or he’s just a massive hater of Mason” she shrugged.

The thought made your stomach churn. How could anyone hate Mason? He’s such a good person, all smiley and friendly.

“Speaking of him…” you smirked when your phone buzzed.

“What?”

You smiled shyly, showing Sid his texts.

“Go home and get ready” you said to her. “I’ll pick you up and we can have McDonald’s on our way to Old Trafford”

Sid didn’t even questioned, nodding at you before you both went into separate ways.

You hurried home and took a quick shower, wearing a basic all black outfit and heading to Sid’s home, and soon the pair of you were eating Maccies, giggling and gushing about the game whilst you drove there.

—

He did win the game.

Mason didn’t play the entire match, but his first half was incredible and he even assisted Casemiro.

“Casemiro is Brazilian so Mason def did this to you” Sid said jokingly. “Being delulu is the solulu, you know”

You rolled your eyes at her, texting Mase to let him know that you were leaving. He wouldn’t be able to see you now, anyways.

When you were leaving the stadium, your phone started ringing with an upcoming call from him. “Um, hello?” you said apprehensively.

“Why are you leaving so soon?”

“I’ll wake up really early tomorrow” you giggled. “But I heard you’re playing again this Saturday, uh? Am I invited to this one?”

“You’re invited to every single ga-ame” he hummed, making your heart skip a beat. “I’ll send you the tickets for Saturday”

“You were amazing tonight. I swear, you were everywhere on that pitch” you took the opportunity to praise him. He was indeed an incredible player and you felt like telling him that.

“Oh he’s blushing” you heard Rashy in the background and for some reason you blushed too.

What the hell are you doing with your life, honestly?

“Shut up” Mason murmured to him. “Thank you, Y/N. I really appreciate it. See you soon, uh? Drive sa-afe” he hummed again before disconnecting the call, and you felt your heart melting. What a cutie kiddo he can be sometimes.

You happily drove back home, and before dropping Sid at hers you gushed your worries at your friend.

“Do you think I should go? On Saturday?” you bit your lower lip, insecure.

“Why wouldn’t you? He obviously has some kind of crush on you, might become something later… don’t overthink, Y/N, just go for it” she squeezed your thigh.

What would you be without Sid? Absolutely nothing.

“Bit late for that, I’m overthinking since the first night” you rolled your eyes, but smiled thankfully at her.

“Well, stop it then” she shrugged. “I already told you, things like this don't happen everyday. If you want, take it. If you don’t, say goodbye cause it will def be taken from you if you let”

“Ouch” you frowned, and she chuckled.

“See you tomorrow” she kissed your cheek and got out of the car, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You spent the rest of the week thinking about her words. Despite talking to Mason everyday you didn’t tell him you were coming, so when you actually showed up Saturday he was surprised to see you at the end of the game.

He played great, again, and you were over the moon for him, happy that you were able to watch him playing and be his friend. Mason texted you where to meet him and after giving you a hug, he took his time to appreciate you. “Nice dress” he smirked.

You chose a dark red flowy dress with sleeves that ends up to your knees, to match your red Nike’s and you were feeling really pretty, so Mason’s compliment made you smile.

“Thank you. I don’t usually wear dresses but it’s been so hot lately” you shrugged. “Nice game today, you were amazing again. Being everywhere and having an excellent vision of the game”

Mason smiled, enjoying your praises and the way you talked about football. “I’m glad you liked the game, Y/N” he tucked your hair behind your ear and looked around you. ”Where’s Sid?”

“She had plans for tonight” you smiled, raising your hand to fix his messy hair but stopping in the middle of the way.

He tilted his head to the side, smiling back at you and holding your waist, guiding your hand to his hair. “Interesting. So you’re free tonight?”

“What are you thinking about?” you stood on your tiptoes for a better vision of his hair.

“Um, I wished we could have a proper night together, like dinner night or something but I need another shower first… would you like to- it’s okay if you don’t want to, but we could have dinner at my place?”

“It doesn’t seem like an actual date” you joked, looking in his eyes and finally happy with his hair.

“You can wait for me to get ready and I can take you to some fancy restaurant” Mason pouted, making you pout too.

“Dinner at yours sounds nice, Mase. I’m just teasing you”

“Uh there’s only a problem” he scratched the back of his head. “I’ll take my car and pick you here, but if you don’t want papz pics you’ll need to lay down on the backseat” he pouted again. “I’m sorry”

“Go grab your mini truck” you rolled your eyes teasingly.

“You just call it a truck cause you can’t get in by yourself”

This man is learning how to piss you off. Honestly.

“Whatever” you shrugged, and Mason laughed before running to where his car was parked.

You actually laid down on the back seat. It’s too soon to be photographed in his car, as you don’t even know Mason’s intentions. Yes, he’s still talking to you but you can’t rule out the possibility of this being only a distraction to him.

“It’s safe now” he told you, and you sat properly, bursting into laughter. “What’s so funny?”

“I’ve never done this before” you shrugged. “Like, hiding from paparazzi. But to be fair, I never entered a footballer’s car before either”

“Ugh, I’m sorry for this. They can be pretty annoying” Mason sighed, and you imagined how tired he probably is of hiding stuff.

“It’s funny tho” you tried to lighten the mood, and it seemed to work because he gave you a big smile.

“We’re ho-ome” he hummed like a child before parking and turning the engine off, and the way he spoke like you lived together made your stomach churn.

Get your shit together, Y/N. You just met him.

Mason got out of the car and quickly opened the door for you, extending his hand.

Realising he was trying to hold his laugh and refusing to give in, you decided to get out without help.

“Oh so we’re doing this?” Mason chuckled when you ignored his hand. “Fine”

In a second, you were hanging on his shoulder.

“Mason!” you squirmed, feeling the blood running to your head, but his arms only held you stronger. It felt good, though. He has big arms.

“Alright” he stood you up. “Welcome to my safe space”

“It’s beautiful. And huge” you looked around, impressed.

“I like to own huge things, if you haven’t noticed. A huge car, huge house, you know” he smirked and held your hand, taking you with him. “This is my living room, and there” he pointed with his finger. “Is my kitchen”

“You’ll cook here tonight?” you raised an eyebrow at him.

“It depends — do you like pasta? It’s the only dish I know how to cook good enough” he guided you upstairs.

“I love pasta”

“So I’ll cook tonight. Here’s one of the bathrooms” he opened a door, and you thought that his bathroom could be bigger than your entire room back in Brazil. “The guest room” he opened another door. “And my room. Ugh, I love this place” he sighed, happy to be home after a tiring day.

“Your room suits you” you smiled, breathing his smell all over the place. The white sheets and neutral decor is comfortable to your eyes. “Feels cosy”

“So I feel cosy?”

“Kinda off” you blushed.

Mason took a minute to look at you, and you felt shy wondering what he was thinking.

“It’s crazy, isn’t it?” he broke the silence. “Like, you’re in my house right now. I don’t even know why I brought you here — like, please don’t get it wrong, I just-“

“I got it” you chuckled. “I don’t even know why I came either”

He brushed your jaw and smiled at you before sighing.

“You can sit in my bed while I shower. Or you can look around the house. Just don’t try to open the front door cause I always lock it and the security system is really loud” he joked.

“Don’t worry sir., I’m not running. Yet” you smirked.

“Good” he tucked your hair behind your ear. “I’ll be right back”

You nodded, instantly feeling awkward when he entered his bathroom. Without knowing what to do, you sat on his bed and waited, texting Sid in the meantime.

You blushed, rolling your eyes even though Sid couldn’t see you.

Mason didn’t take long, coming back with only a towel wrapped around his waist. “Sorry, I forgot to bring my shorts with me” he smiled shyly, but your mind wasn’t there anymore to hear it.

The sight of his bare torso and the water drops falling from his hair, stopping only when they’d reach the towel, took your breath. You tried to take Sid’s words out of your mind, but it was impossible.

He’s too hot for you to handle it.

“Y/N? Everything’s alright?” he hooked his fingers under your chin, lifting your head, and you haven’t even realised he was that close. He had a cocky smile when you locked your eyes with his and you knew he saw your gaze all over his body.

“Yes?” you tried to breathe, thankful you didn’t stutter.

“C’mere” he smiled, offering his hand for you to hold. When did he wear his shorts? You have no idea.

Blinking to settle your mind, you held his hand, intertwining your fingers together.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Mason asked you one more time whilst he was leading you to the hall. He turned to face you when you didn’t respond, his expression a bit concerned. “We don’t need to eat if you’re not feeling well”

“I’m fine Mase” you smiled at him, feeling bad for liking the way he was worried about you. “It’s just…”

“What? What is wrong?” he stopped in the middle of his hall, brushing your jaw.

“You’re so hot, it’s making me dizzy” you blurted out, looking everywhere but his eyes.

Mason chuckled, the concern in his eyes turning into surprise and then into lust. “So that’s what’s wrong?”

“I just fed your ego, right?” you whimpered, and he laughed loudly.

“A bit, baby. Can you stop looking away?”

“No? I’m ashamed” you admitted, feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks.

“For thinking I’m hot?” he hooked his fingers under your chin, lifting your head.

“For not being able to hold my shit together just because you appeared shirtless” You finally looked at his face, his smirk sending shivers to your body. You wouldn’t like to admit it, but you stared at his lips for long seconds before your gaze met his.

“It was intentional though, I’m sorry” he chuckled, brushing your lower lip with his thumb.

“Whatever” you mumbled, grabbing his neck and kissing his lips.

Mason were definitely surprised by your actions, but it only took him a couple of seconds to hold your waist and press you against the hallway wall, groaning into your mouth.

The pair of you spent a few minutes lost in the kiss, getting to know each other’s intentions and intensity.

He pressed you against the wall, grabbing your tights to hold you in his lap. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

“What do you want from me?” you murmured against his lips.

It was an internal question but Mason heard it and you had to hold onto his shoulders emotional support when he answered with his voice a bit huskier. “Everything”

You were actually kissing this man? Like, for real?

When Mason tightened his grip on your waist you rocked your hips against his, involuntarily.

He groaned in your mouth, trailing kisses down your neck and tucking his face in your shoulders. Yes, the friction was too good but he didn’t want to scare you. Despite that he wants you for a long time now, it’s the first time he has an actual chance.

Taking a deep breath, Mason pulled his face to look in your eyes, his hand reaching for your chin.

“But kissing you is enough for me now, baby. I’m more than happy with that” he said softly, reassuring you.

You thought it was really cute how caring and lovely he can be, but you had other plans.

It’s true, you were holding back until now. He’s fucking Mason Mount, and you’re just… Y/N. And the way he seemed obsessed with you since the first day made you so scared.

Scared of being the one who falls later, but deeper.

Now that you really kissed him, after shy pecks in the back of bars, you feel like you can’t stop.

“Is not enough for me, though” you whispered, and Mason stayed quiet, waiting for you to keep talking. Before you could let your insecurities speak louder and make you give up, you reached for his hand on your face, sliding two of his fingers into your opened mouth and surprising him.

Mason tried not to moan — he tried so hard.

But your warm tongue between his fingers and the way you’re sucking him made him think how it would be to feel your mouth in other places of his body.

“Fuck” he breathed, all the innocent image he had of you going away. “Y/N…”

You left his fingers with a pop, kissing him with another level of urgency. “I want you”

“I need to know what and how you like it first” Mason looked at you with concerned eyes, which made you smile. You could count on your fingers how many guys you’ve met were concerned about what you liked, instead of pleasing themselves first.

“Dirty talk” you chuckled, rocking against him one more time, his sweat shorts making it possible for you to feel his bulge completely. “It depends on the situation, but a bit of degradation as well”

“So you’re a little slut, aren’t you?” he smirked, and you felt your cheeks blushing again. Feels different when someone asks you what you’re into instead of assuming.

“Surprised? I’m not the princess you thought I were?” you cocked an eyebrow at him.

“No” Mason shook his head. “You’re still my princess, just hornier than I thought. I like it”

“What about you?” you kissed the tip of his nose. “Do you have any kinks?”

“Uh no” he blushed, and you thought he couldn’t get prettier than he was at this moment.

“I don’t believe you” you grinned. “Be a good boy and tell me, please?” but by the way his eyes sparkled, you already knew.

“Maybe I like to be praised” he murmured, tucking his head in the crook of your neck.

“So obedient… and pretty. I want to ride you so bad” you whispered in his ear, and Mason choked, pulling his head away so he could look at you with widened eyes. In a second, you were back at his room.

“I didn’t expect you to act like this at all- but this is so much better than what I expected anyways” he sighed, laying you in his bed and kissing your neck again. “Do you like rush sex or?”

The way he wanted to be sure of how you wanted him to fuck you made your heart melt. “Take your time, Mase”

“Good. I don’t want to rush with you” he kissed your neck, whispering with a hoarse voice. “I want to fuck you slowly. Taste you on my tongue first”

“What else?” you closed your eyes, grabbing his hair.

“Stretch you out with my fingers” he murmured against your lips. “And only then, have you clenching around my dick”

His words made you clench around nothing and you whined, that desperate feeling already taking over you. “Mm-hmm, please. I want this so bad” you whispered. “So bad, Mason”

“Not more than me” he slid his hands under your dress, leaving open mouthed kisses on your throat whilst your hand ran through his hair.

The top of your dress was tight and you didn’t need a bra, which helped Mason to brush your already hard nipples with the pad of his thumb.

“Such a beautiful dress” he murmured, rocking his hips against yours, and you could feel his hardening cock on your thigh. “Let’s not ruin it, right?”

You nodded, giving him permission to take your dress off, and Mason did it, his hands exploring your body, grabbing your thigh and squeezing your bum in the process.

You let out a soft moan when he played with the strap of your panties, sliding them down your legs and quickly finding his way in the middle of your thighs.

He took his time to admire your naked body before he used two fingers to part your folds, admiring how wet you were for him.

The pair of you stayed in silence for a moment, feeling the tension between you. His fingers played at your entrance and without you noticing he pushed two in, eliciting from you the filthiest moan he ever heard.

“Gonna call out my name like a little slut?” he finally spoke again, one of his hands stroking your waist.

“Mase-“ you spread your legs further, your hands grabbing the sheets.

“Just like that” he smiled, watching his finger disappearing inside you as you dripped for him.

You moaned his name again when he made a scissoring motion with his fingers, leaning his body over you so his mouth could find the way to your breasts, and your hands went straight to his hair.

Mason gave attention to your sensitive nipples, licking and sucking them whilst fingering your cunt, enjoying the way you were all soft moans and breathy underneath him.

When the willingness to taste you was too overwhelming, he trailed his kisses to your neck and jaw, murmuring dirty things against your ear. “Can I have a taste of you?”

“There’s nothing you can’t have tonight” you murmured, rolling your eyes at the feeling of his curled fingers inside of you.

Mason chuckled, kissing your lips before lowering his body without taking his fingers off of you, his lips finding the way to your thighs. He kissed them, brushing his nose against your clit and shivering at your filthy noises.

You curled your fingers on his hair, unconsciously trying to bring him closer, which made him giggle. “Patience, baby. I’ll get there” he murmured, getting his fingers out and teasing your core with a kiss.

When you thought he was about to tease for a few moments more, he pushed his tongue inside of you, making you clench around it.

Mason ate you out, his tongue sliding through your wet folds whilst he brushed your clit with his nose.

He groaned at the taste of you, the vibration making you moan. You were so warm, velvet and tasty that he thought he wanted this moment to last forever, his tongue exploring you like this.

When you felt you were about to reach your climax, you pushed him away, making him lay on his back, and Mason obliged, looking up at you like you were a goddess.

You quickly slid his shorts down his legs, tossing it onto the floor and admiring his hard and long dick pressed against his belly. “No boxers?” you cocked an eyebrow at him.

“He likes to be a free spirit” he chuckled, and a wave of excitement coursed through Mason’s body as your hands squeezed his thighs.

You sat on his thigh and took him in your hand, stroking him a few times and spreading his precum through his length.

Mason groaned when you lowered yourself onto him, feeling your eyes watering a bit at the burning sensation.

“Fuck, you’re so big” you whined, trying to get comfortable.

“Thank you?” Mason chuckled, tightening his grip on your waist and resisting the urge to lift his hips.

After a moment to adjust around his cock, you took his hand to your stomach. “So fucking big, I can feel you here”

Mason grinned, biting his lower lip. “You’re pressing me so tight baby, it feels so good”

You rocked your hips against his. “No, Mase. You are filling me so well” you slowly started to bounce on top of him, resting your hands on his chest for support and murmuring. “So good it makes me wanna scream your name”

“You should do it” Mason squeezed your ass self-indulgently, eliciting a loud moan from your lips. “Just like that, pretty girl. You’re gripping around me so desperately hard, Y/N. Such a dirty thing to do. And it feels like heaven every time”

You rolled your eyes, moving harder. After the way he’s been touching you for the last thirty minutes, your body is begging for you to reach your orgasm. “Shit, you’re so good with your words”

Mason felt his own climax coming embarrassingly fast, so he started to guide you with his words, to be sure you would come first.

“You’re enjoying fucking yourself on my dick?” he murmured, and you were sure his grip on your waist would leave a mark.

“Mason-” you gasped, your nails scratching his chest, your body bouncing even faster on top of him.

“Um? You’re such a whore, bouncing on top of me and begging for me. You wanna cum around my cock? You want me to make you cum?”

You nodded, incapable of thinking straight with your tights burning and his dick hitting the perfect spot. “I’m so close” you cried out.

Mason smirked when your legs threatened to fail, quickly changing your position and laying you on your back.

“Close your eyes and relax, babe. Mase will take care of you now” he whispered to you with the most cocky of tones, kissing your jaw and starting to thrust his hips.

You cupped his face so you could kiss him, but the way he kept hitting your soft spot with the same rhythm and pressure got you paralysed by pleasure, your mouth open and your eyes shut.

“Look at me” Mason groaned, feeling his own orgasm growing inside him. “I want to look in your eyes whilst I guide you through the best orgasm you’ve ever had”

Trying to keep your eyes open, you placed your forehead against him, whispering his name when his dick twitched inside of you.

Mason quickly attached his thumb to your swallow clit and started to rub gentle circles to help you, and it was too much for you.

“Mase- oh my God“ you whimpered, feeling everything spin. “You’re so good. Fuck, you’re so good”

“Mm-hmm, let it go for me babe. Be a good girl for Mase, uh?” he whispered in your ear, your praise feeding his ego.

His words triggered your orgasm, and the way you clenched so tight around his dick had him coming with you, incapable of holding it any more.

You dropped your head back onto the pillow, too tired to speak anything else. But fuck, this man just ruined sex to you and you have no idea how to feel about it.

Mason rested on top of you for a few minutes and you could feel him going soft inside of you.

When the pair of you rested a bit after you activities, Mason got up and cleaned you, grabbing one of his shirts for you. He cooked pasta — a really good one, you need to admit, and you had a little silly dinner, filled with jokes and gossips from Manchester United.

You spent the night at his, cuddling in your sleep, and felt cosy, warm and right.

And even though you know his world is different from yours, and you kept yourself reminded of the danger in catching feelings for someone with a life like his, you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling when he woke you up next morning, with kisses that felt like rays of sunshine on your skin.

Once Mason dropped you home Sunday morning, you knew you were fucked up. And not in the way you were last night.

—

You were feeling a bit insecure.

Since you and Mason had sex, both of you weren’t able to see each other again, and even though he replies to your messages your overthinker ass couldn’t help but think he had what he wanted and you were stupid for catching feelings, even if it was the tiniest of them.

So December 25th, you and Sid went out again, so you could dance and forget your feelings a little bit. You used to love Christmas, but the tradition was a bit different where you came from.

The whole family reunites on December 24th, to wait for midnight and eat dinner together. The Brazilian celebration also has a lot of music, alcohol and some families stay awake until 3am.

Christmas is a bit different here, and there’s no family for you to reunite with in England, so your morning was quiet and lonely, and thankfully Sid accepted to go out after spending the day with her family.

But this time, Nick was also coming.

Not that one of you invited him. He just… invited himself. And you weren’t really happy with it. Since he caught you and Sid talking about how Mason was kinda distant, he thought that would be a good idea to try to shoot his shot.

Apparently, Nick didn’t understand that you’re not into him.

After a few drinks, he started to annoy you, staring at your body in a disrespectful way and trying to get your attention at all cost whilst you kept putting some distance between you both.

You were about to ask Sid if both of you could leave when your phone buzzed with a text, and you instantly smiled, forgetting Nick.

You went out to forget your feelings but your feelings were texting you. And now you’ll be waiting for him to come to you. Fuck.

When you blocked your phone screen, you weren’t able to hide your smile. Mason said you belong to him, and he’s right. You know you do.

It seems pretty intense to feel that way after seeing him only a couple of times, but you can’t even deny it anymore. You want him, and him only.

In a few minutes, Mason was there. You, Sid and Nick were next to the bar, trying to avoid the dance floor, and he easily found you.

With a gentle smile, he shook hands with Nick and kissed Sid’s cheek before hugging you, tucking his face in your neck and brushing his nose against your skin.

Your hand went straight to his hair and Mason relaxed his tense shoulders, melting against your body. “Hi Mase”

“I’ve missed you” he whispered, tightening his grip on you.

“I’ve missed you too” you smiled at him when he pulled back. Nick cleaned his throat, trying to get your attention.

“You want a drink, Y/N?” your coworker asked you, and Mason rolled his eyes before himself behind you.

“I’m fine Nick, but thank you” you smiled. Mason frowned, sitting on the bars bench and pulling you closer so he could rest his chin on your shoulder.

“I insist, your glass is empty for a while now” he kept talking and you tried not to laugh at Mason’s snort.

“Don’t worry, Nick” you tried to be polite. He stared at you and Mason with a flustered expression, and Mase tightened his grip on your waist.

You felt bad for liking the way his huge body was tense behind you, bringing you even closer.

A part of you wanted him to be jealous of Nick. Not really healthy of you, you know, but after months feeling like he hadn’t felt the same way about your night together, it was nice to feel wanted. To feel like he’s on the same page as you, even though you didn’t talk about it yet.

You don’t know what’s wrong with you, but you’ll blame your period.

“No one has ever stared at me that long” Mason murmured in your ear, which made you giggle.

“He can be inconvenient sometimes… it wasn’t at first, but now his comments always make me uncomfortable, especially when he talks about you” you kept murmuring, enjoying the way he was pressing his lips on your ear.

“Really? And what does he says about me?”

“That you’re selfish. And violent, rude and ignorant”

“Wow” Mason laughed without emotion. “He has a lot to say about someone he doesn’t know. Do you agree with him?” he tickled your waist, just to show you he was messing around, and you shook your head. “I can be violent sometimes, tho. I think you should know that” he pressed a gentle kiss on your jaw.

“Violent like you lost a game and needed to break your entire house?” you cocked an eyebrow at him, asking for another drink.

Mason watched you take a sip before he kept talking. “Violent like I lost a game and I need support”

“I can be supportive” your already drunk ass told him.

“I don’t know if you got me, baby” Mason chuckled.

“Oh, I did” you smiled at him, turning your face to look in his eyes, the pair of you momentarily lost in your own world.

Nick got closer to the counter, ordering another drink before turning to you and Mason.

“So you’re both dating?” he asked.

“We’re not” you smiled falsify, and Mason scratched your waist.

“Yet” Mount smiled, tilting his head to the side when you stared at him.

“So… what’s happening between you two?” Sid asked shameless, with a playfully smile.

“We are… friends?” you said, not knowing what Mason wanted you to answer. He didn’t like it, by the way he squeezed your waist.

“Friends?” Nick said with an ironic tone. “Wow, I got scare for a bit”

Mason tightened his grip on you, trying to pull you even closer. “Well, she’s marrying me one day, but she doesn’t know that yet”

“Mason!” you whispered, almost choking with your own saliva.

“What?” he looked at you innocently, kissing your jaw before whispering against your cheek. “You’ll be my wife. I swear”

“Fine. I want ‘a friend’ too” Sid rolled her eyes, drinking her Hanky Panky in one go.

“So, Nick” Mason called, and you started a conversation with Sid, letting him deal with this for you. “I’ve heard of you”

“Really? What Y/N told you about me?” he tried to smile, pretending Mason and his muscles wasn’t scary at all.

“That you think I’m rude” Mason giggled. “But you’re right. I am rude. And ignorant”

“No, he’s not” you rolled your eyes, incapable of letting him talk about himself like this.

“I can be tho, if he keeps looking at you like that. Where’s your manners, Nick?” Mason confronted him. Both Nick and yours cheeks blushed, but for different reasons.

“Sorry. I had no clue you fancied her and that he was almost dating-”

“I do, but you shouldn’t be sorry because she has a man. You should be sorry for making women uncomfortable” your pretty boy lectured him, and somehow this made Mason looks even hotter to you. “But yeah, don’t look at her like that ever again”

“I’m sorry, Y/N” Nick seemed embarrassed with Mason’s words and you nodded at him. “I think I should leave”

“I totally agree” Mount smiled innocently, his thumb brushing the exposed skin of your waist.

“Mason!” you whispered again, afraid of what Nick could say about him on the internet.

He only smiled and shrugged at you, kissing your cheek whilst Nick left without any more words.

After this, you had an incredible time with Sid and Mason, but none of you had energy to keep going anymore, and since Mason had a game the next day you decided that you had enough of fun.

Despite it being Boxing Day, he came in his own car so he hadn’t any drink and he asked to take the pair of you home, so you accepted, preferring to go with him than to take an Uber.

It was a quick ride and Mason dropped Sid at her home before heading to yours.

“You didn’t have to do that, but thank you” you smiled.

He squeezed your thigh and smiled at you. “My mom taught me to always help silly girls”

“You’re the best friend a girl could have” you pouted at him, Mason gave you a look. You know he didn’t like to be called friend again. But he is your friend.

You mean, he hasn't asked you to be anything else.

You gave his cheek a kiss, ready to leave the car, but Mason grabbed your arm. He pecked your lips, smiling when you blushed.

“A goodnight kiss, you know” he grinned, his eyes shining in the most beautiful way.

“Right” you opened the door, pecking his lips again before jumping out of the car and looking back at him. “A good luck kiss, then”

Mason smirked and you wished you had the courage to get back in the car and kiss him probably. You closed the car’s door and ran to your front door, chuckling when you realised he waited for you to get inside.

You know you’re slowly falling for him, but there’s no way you can stop yourself now. To be honest, you don’t want to stop it.

When you’re talking with him, you can’t even remember you’ve been hurt once. He always goes out of his way, searching things about your nationality and what you say you like. He’s always trying to make you happy and aware that he cares about you.

You just wished you could see him more often, but at the same time you don’t want to be the one asking for it… everything is just… so confusing. Sometimes the pair of you act like a couple already, even though you haven’t talked about it. He treats you so gently and right now you feel like telling him all of this.

But you can’t. Because he’s Mason Mount.

The fear of rejection is too overwhelming, even bigger since he has been more distant those last months.

From his side, Mason felt awful for not giving you enough attention recently, but just like a child he wanted to prove something: that you would miss him. That you want him. That was really more than just sex.

And now that he knows you’ve in fact missed him, Mason also knows that you feel something for him, like he feels for you. And he’s about to fight for it.

—

Mason got home at midnight and quickly changed into comfortable clothes. He was supposed to be sleeping, but yet he couldn’t resist staying awake and thinking about you.

He missed you already, to be honest. And he wanted to make some things clear to you. Mason knows it’s always difficult for him to have a relationship, but after months talking with you, he’s sure he wants at least to try.

He’s been afraid he’d scare you by trying to ask you out. Afraid to push you away with his fame and money.

Mount is a bit dumb and insecure. Please, don’t blame him.

But something about tonight… he knows you don’t want Nick, but the mere thought of you with another guy almost killed him.

Your eyes when he told you will be his wife one day gave him enough courage to talk with you about it, but he couldn’t talk in front of Sid — even though you’re going to tell her everything later.

Tossing in his bed without being able to sleep, Mason decided to text you.

At first, you thought he was angry at you and the possibility made your stomach burn. But actually, what Mason had to say was a bit scarier.

You know the pair of you are something. You can’t deny it anymore. But something what? You don’t know.

He wants to be like, your boyfriend? It looks like. He was waiting for you to give him a green light? Could you accept being his girlfriend with everything that would come with it?

You sighed before accepting his phone call.

“Call me that again” was the first thing he said. “I wanna know how it’s pronounced”

“It’s pronounced amor”

“No, don’t say like a teacher” he said with a grumpy tone, and you smiled at your phone. “Say it to me”

“Why are you still awake, amor?”

“Jesus, you’ll be the death of me” Mason groaned. “Start talking”

“What am I supposed to talk about?”

“You know pretty well”

“You never asked. For me to be yours”

“I didn’t want to scare you. I was waiting for like, signals, I don’t know. But you kept calling me your friend. It pisses me off”

“Sorry” you giggled. It’s weird to talk about your feelings with someone without feeling ashamed or afraid that he’ll use it against you since he’s the one wanting to have this conversation. “I guess I’m just scared”

“Of what?”

“Do you have any idea of who you are?” you sighed.

“Yes, now I’m yours amor. And my parents’ kid. You don’t have to see me as Mason Mount”

“But you are Mason Mount, baby”

“That’s why we haven't had a real date yet? Because I’m Mason Mount?”

You cackled. “Funny question. We never had a real date because you never asked me out”

“Uhm, you’re right” Mason giggled on the other side and you felt like a teenager, shivering with his voice. “I know we don’t see each other very often…”

“We only see each other once a month” you interrupted him, still laughing. “And there’s like two months that not even that”

“I have a proper explanation” he sighed and you know he’s pouting. “I was afraid to let myself fall for you. I got so obsessed with you since day one and knowing you could not feel the same made me insecure. But now we already act like something when we see each other. And it would be nice if we could go out… like, for dinner…”

You felt like you were about to die. Or to melt. To burst. Maybe all three at the same time.

“You’re officially inviting me for a date?” you whispered, feeling scared and excited. “Mason…”

“Alright, tell me everything you want to tell me about this. Just let go, pour your heart out for me”

“I told you, it’s a bit scary to get into something with the Mason Mount” you whimpered. “Our first date will be posted on twitter within minutes”

“Yeah, I’m sorry about this” his voice was lower and you felt your heart ache.

“No Mase, if I’m being honest with myself this doesn’t bother me at all. If it’s the price to be with you then I would pay, but…” you took a deep breath and tried to order your thoughts. “Once it’s over, they won’t let me forget. Your face will be everywhere and I know it will hurt like hell. They’ll send me stuff, tag me or comment on my posts. They’ll tweet saying that they miss us together or that they’re happy I’m no longer around you, cause they hated me. And I’ll never left the restaurant”

Mason waited a few seconds to answer. “What restaurant?” he sounded really confused, which made you laugh.

“It’s just a metaphor”

“Forget your metaphor then, there’s no “once it’s over”. I could make you believe again. In love. And that they last long” his voice was muffled and you let yourself picture his face crumpled against his pillow. “We can take things slow as we were taking until now. But we would kiss, and I would bring you flowers and we could have dinner and you could spend a night at mine and I would never have to hear you call me friend again and…”

“Mase…” you interrupted him, taken aback by the fact he remembered your first conversation.

“I have wanted you since the first time I got my eyes on you, Y/N” Mason blurted out, trying to make you understand.

After a moment of silence letting his words sink, you chuckled. “You can bring me flowers next time”

“And call you my girl?” you could feel his cocky tone waiting to come to the surface.

“Good night Mase. Sleep well” you whispered, feeling giddy inside.

“Y/N” he whined, but you could hear his giggles. “Good night princess”

You know it won’t be easy. No matter how much he wants you, he’s still Mason Mount. But, you thought, he can be yours Mason Mount.

And he wants to be yours. At the end of the day, that’s the only thing that matters.

—

You were actually truly happy.

Despite the fear of being in love with someone, you couldn’t help but feel giddy every time Mason talked to you.

After the talk about your feelings, both of you found a routine between your work and his, so you could talk more. You felt the most special woman seeing him striving to talk to you more.

The pair of you also went on a couple of date nights, most of them at his house since you didn’t want for the internet to discover about you before Mason was one hundredth percent sure about it.

You also went to his birthday party, and he showed you to his entire family. Yes, he introduced you as his girl, but even now, a month after “the talk”, he still hasn’t asked you to be more than his friend, but you’re okay being friends with benefits.

You know that despite being obsessed with you from the first time he saw you, a real relationship needs to be built with time, confidence, talks and experiences together.

You already like him so much that all you want is to build this kind of confidence with him. You know he’s worth the wait, and thankfully you’re a patient girl.

But today, all you can do is cry. For multiple reasons, and obviously, because you don’t know if you’re enough for him. For his world full of money, parties, girls and tabloids.

He only had one public relationship until now and you know he’s probably looking for the perfect girl to introduce the world to. What if you’re not that girl?

What if you don’t dress well enough, what if you’re not cool enough, smart enough or pretty enough to be part of his intimate circle of friends?

The insecurity grew inside you and you spent the whole day trying not to scream in the middle of the office.

Happy that was finally Friday, you bid your goodbyes to Sid and went home in a rush. She knows how sad and moody you get during your period and that’s another reason for you to love her so much — she never judges you. She just let you be.

When you got home, you curled in your sofa without even taking the day clothes off, your bag being thrown beside the door.

You don’t even know if you could get upstairs, and your cramps were getting the best of you.

But no matter how much in pain you were, you instantly smiled when your phone buzzed with Mason’s text.

You smiled at his text feeling all giddy inside, and obliged him, going straight for a hot shower. Despite loving the idea of being taken care of by Mason, you know how busy and tiring his schedule is.

When you finished your shower half an hour later and changed into comfy pyjamas, you decided to watch something curled up on your sofa, but as soon as you stepped into your living room you were surprised by the doorbell.

“Good evening, can I help?” you asked the man in front of your door.

“Evening lady, mr. Mount ordered this to you. He already paid”

You felt all the butterflies living in your tummy fighting with each other.

“Oh, okay. Thank you” you picked up what looked like a basket, smiling at the delivery man before closing the door. You didn’t want to cry in front of a stranger.

Running to your sofa, you opened it to figure out Mason bought you chocolate, painkillers, a lot of Brazilian snacks and guaraná.

There was even a teddy bear inside the basket and your eyes never watered so fast.

You reached for your phone, wanting nothing more than to text him.

You ran to open the door, still trying to process that he drove to your house just because you’re not feeling well. When you opened the door, Mason smiled at you, and he looked like the most soft man on earth wearing a big hoodie and sweat shorts.

“I already showered” you pouted at him, and Mason let out the most beautiful laugh you’ve ever heard.

“Oh what a shame” he kissed your forehead. “C’mon, I want to cuddle” he entered your house, and you loved the way he was feeling at home.

It’s bizarre how he instantly changes your mood, making you giddy and smiley.

You grabbed Tony on the sofa and guided Mason to your bedroom. The pair of you laid in your bed and he made himself comfortable on top of you, tucking his face in your neck and finding his way underneath your shirt.

After a few minutes in silence, he squeezed your waist. “I have something to tell you” he seemed a bit nervous and you were instantly concerned.

“What’s wrong baby? You’re feeling good?” you stroked his scalp, feeling your heart ache with love something when he melted against you.

“I want you to be my girlfriend” Mason blurted out, his fingers nervously playing with the hem of your shirt.

“Mason?!” you gasped, instantly feeling his smile against the crook of your neck.

“I just want you so bad” he murmured, his voice muffled by your skin. “It doesn’t matter where you are, I’m always seeking for you”

For a second, your insecurities appeared on the surface and you thought about everything that could go wrong. He could hurt you. You could hurt him. You could succumb to the media and his fame and fans.

But then Mason pulled his face away so he could look at you, and his melted chocolate eyes were so soft and filled with his own insecurities that you knew… you just knew the pair of you could face everything as long as you were together.

“I want you bad too baby” you stroked his jaw, letting out a content sigh.

“So you’ll be mine?” he pouted, and you felt the urge to kiss his perfect lips.

“I’ve been yours for a while now, Mason Mount.”

“Good” he pulled up to kiss your jaw. “Hopefully this means we can fuck all the time ‘cause I really miss being inside of you and-“

“Mason!” you slapped the back of his head. “Don’t say things like this in the presence of our son”

“Sorry Tony” he mumbled. “It’s not my fault you have a hot mom”

“He has a hot mom and an irresponsible dad, apparently” you chuckled, stroking his jaw. Mason adjusted himself on top of you, kissing your collarbone and sighing in content.

Before you fell asleep, the last thing you thought was that you can easily get used to it.

i might have a part two for this one so please let me know if you would like to see their the development of their relationship xx

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best friends, uh? — mason mount

A/N: hello 👋🏻 here we are againnnn. please remember that english is my second language so i apologise for any mistake. and thanks to Sid for all the support on this one 🥺 ily bestie!! hope you guys enjoy it xx

word count: 15.5k (lol im sorry for this) | masterlist

content: friends to lovers, unprotected sex, fluff and mild angst.

“Bro, Manchester? That’s so far” your best friend Benjamin brought up the transfer subject, which made your other best friend, Mason, sigh deeply.

The three of you were hanging out since it’s their first day of summer vacation, and your best friends would travel somewhere else soon. It would be only for a few days, but once the league returns everything will be different.

You, Mason and Ben were best friends for a long time now. You met when both of them went to the national team for the first time and you were a journalism intern working

For some reason, they both liked you. And it was easy to like them too, with all the jokes and good energy. When Ben joined Chelsea their bond got even stronger. At that time your career had taken another direction and you were working as a band’s press officer, which allowed you to live in London.

For the last three years your trio has seen each other every week and weekend. You were always attending Chelsea home games, and your boys always came up with something on their days off.

At this point, the three of you felt like family.

Until now, with Mason’s transfer. Ben tried to talk jokingly about it, but you knew he meant it.

Otherwise, you could understand Mason’s decision since the entire last season was a hell of a nightmare to him, and now they both were discussing his last move: signing with Manchester United.

“It’s not like I had a lot of options” Mason shrugged. “I mean, Liverpool didn’t make it to the Champions League and I quite like United, Ben”

“Even Kai will be closer to us” he snorted, clearly upset.

“You’re saying this is a bad thing?” You smirked, taking a sip of your wine. Chilly and Mase were still deciding what they wanted for dinner and the only thing they were capable of ordering was your favourite white wine.

“Don’t tell him I talked about him like that” Ben grinned, finally deciding what to eat. He called the waitress, and Mason ordered both his and yours meal, knowing what you like to eat.

When she wrote everything down and left, Mount spoke again. “Well, actually you’re the only one left behind. Maybe joining City next season and we can be reunited”

“What do you mean?”

“Like the three of us, in the same city”

“Well if you want this to happen then you’ll have to come back to London” Ben frowned, realisation passing through his face seconds later. “No-“

“I haven’t made the decision yet” you cut him. “But the offer has been made, yes”

“You called her to move with you? This is unfair” he snorted.

Mason raised an eyebrow, reaching your thigh under the table and giving a gentle squeeze. “I couldn’t do it without my best friend, could I?”

“And what about me, you prick? You want me to carry that shitty team on my backs on my own? I deserve to have the presence of my best friend as well”

“Why are you so afraid, Ben?” Mason smirked. “Oh, cause you know I’m the favourite and she’s going to say yes”

You tried not to laugh. They’re definitely the most funny people you know, and to you it has always been a pleasure that they both chose you as their best friend.

“We are still talking about moving to Manny?” Ben teased his friend. “I’m the favourite, tho”

“Stop” you playfully rolled your eyes, interrupting Mason before they started an argument in the middle of the restaurant. “I don’t have a favourite. And if the pair of you don’t behave like grown men, I’ll move to… I don’t know, Merseyside”

“You would still be living closer to me than to him” Mason giggled, whispering. “Just admit I’m your favourite”

“Shut up, Mason” Chilly stuck his tongue out at his friend, just like a child.

“Why are you two even discussing? You’re already losing your best friend, no matter if I go or if I stay” you pointed, instantly realising that the reason for the little fight about you was to pretend their separation wasn’t a real thing. “Oh, I’m sorry”

“That’s ok, Y/N. We’ll have to deal with it one way or another” Ben smiled.

“But not tonight, alright? I'm already sick of this subject. Let’s have dinner and talk about nonsense stuff and you can laugh at our terrible jokes and things will stay the same. Just for tonight” Mason smiled at you. “When the announcement happens, we’ll face the truth”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, nodding. “Just the three of us tonight, then. Me and my Chelsea boys” you smiled, raising your glass of wine.

When Mason and Ben raised theirs to toast with you, you could swear their eyes were watering.

You forced yourself not to cry.

—

When he came back from Spain after a week with Ben, he invited you to spend a couple of days at his house. It was something natural in your friendship, but this time seemed different.

Mason opened the door wearing a white shorts and a hoodie you’ve never seen before, and instantly smiled at you.

“You’re late” he kissed your forehead, picking your backpack from you and giving you space to enter his house. “But I forgive you”

“Yeah, sorry about that. I couldn’t find my favourite pyjamas” you snorted. It feels like Mason’s house it's yours too, so you feel comfortable enough to go directly to his living room.

“You left them here” he laughed at you, closing the door and following you inside.

“Right, this explains a lot”

His living room was occupied with a lot of suitcases, and you instantly remembered that this was a goodbye weekend.

“You already packed everything?” you asked, feeling your eyes watering.

“Only my favourite clothes. I’ll leave everything else, can’t take all of my stuff to a hotel room” he shrugged.

You nodded. He texted you during his vacation and told you how difficult finding a house in Manchester turned out to be. You were just wishing he could find a place soon, somewhere he could turn into a home.

“Benji is also coming?”

“I spent a lot of time with Ben last week, it’s just me and you” he smiled, but his face turned serious way too fast. “I’ll drive to Manchester Sunday night. It’s our last days together so Ben agreed to stay out”

You never told him you were staying, but you didn’t have to. Mason knew you.

“I’m so sorry, Mase” you felt that familiar lump on your throat, showing up every time you think about it.

You didn’t like the idea of being away from him, but your whole life was in London. For the past couple of weeks you’ve been thinking about it, and your only wish was that you could divide yourself in two. Or that he could stay.

Dividing yourself in two sounded more easy, to be honest.

Mason put your backpack on the couch, quickly embracing your body in his arms.

“That’s ok, sweetheart. You have a life here, Y/N. Family, friends, everything you love. I’m the one leaving” he sighed. “I just hope you understand I’m not leaving you”

You held him tightly, tucking your head in his neck and letting your cry reach you while your best friend stroked your back. After a few minutes like this, Mason pushed you away just enough to look into your eyes.

“We’re not supposed to spend this weekend crying” he smiled, wiping your tears. “Let’s make it unforgettable, okay?”

You nodded, taking a deep breath and smiling back at him when you noticed that he swallowed the lump in his throat, trying not to cry.

“Everything with you is unforgettable” you pouted, resting your chin on his chest, and Mason ran his thumb across your lower lip, staring at you. “I don’t want you to leave”

“I’ll be back soon” he smirked. You wish it was true.

“Liar” you rolled your eyes, and he laughed. “Your contract says 2028. Five fucking years”

“Language, Y/N. Manchester isn’t that far, and you’ll always be welcome at Old Trafford. At least I’m still playing in the Prem”

“Don’t you dare. Suggest something like this.” you punched his chest, staring at him in disbelief. Watching your favourite person moving to Manchester has been painful enough and the thought of Mason living in another country made your eyes burn again.

“You know I’m never leaving England, Y/N. Not as long as you’re here” he reassured you, but the smirk on his face made you roll your eyes again.

The truth is that Mason felt happiness spreading throughout his body when he realised the way you fear being away from him.

And then instantly guilt almost ate him alive. He wasn’t moving to another country, but with his agenda and how much you work, there’ll be months between one visit and another.

Trying to make these thoughts disappear, Mason grabbed both of your tights until your legs were wrapped around his torso. “Alright, this is way too sad” he whispered, taking you upstairs. “Let’s put on our pj’s, it’s movie time”

“You’ll let me choose?” you held onto his neck, just like a child.

“No” he put you down once he got in his room. “It’ll be the last Avengers. Don’t look at me like that, I know you love it just as much as I do”

“I thought the night was being sad enough? You know I’ll cry with this one”

“I can deal with that” he winked. “I know you really like your favourite pyjamas but would you mind wearing one of my t-shirts tonight? Its’s just- I want to take something with you scent ya know? But you don’t need to- I’ll order our food” he closed his bedroom door before you could answer, his rose cheeks making you giggle.

You quickly changed into one of his black t-shirts and your pyjama shorts, texting him to join you.

Mason opened the door, tucking his head inside his room. “Hey”

You went to him, picking your backpack and tipping his nose. He grinned at the sight of you in his favourite t-shirt.

“Let’s clean this pretty face while we wait the food”

“Pretty face, uh?” he followed you into the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror. He always loved when you called him pretty, because it was important to him that you thought he was pretty.

“What you ordered?”

“Five Guys” he smirked. To be honest, you already knew the answer, once your boy is addicted to it.

“Favourite food and favourite movie” you turned to face him. “It feels like we’re saying goodbye for months”

“Don’t think like that. I’m just trying to have a cosy weekend with you, yeah? But we’ll see each other often. I promise”

You nodded, turning around and grabbing your skin products out of the bag and putting them in the sink. Mason realised you didn’t believe what he said, so he hugged you from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder.

Your friendship with Mason and Ben has always been like that. They constantly cuddle with you, carry you up and get clingy really easily.

Mason is the touchy one, while Ben is more verbal, and you try your best to love them both in their love language so they can feel loved.

“Help me up” you asked him once you got all of your skincare products in front of you. Mason grabbed your waist when you turned to him, sitting you on the sink counter.

You spread your legs so he could get between them, which he did immediately. He always enjoyed these moments with you, and he knows he’s about to miss this a lot.

“I don’t like the scratchy one” Mason complained, identifying it on the counter and remembering the last time you used it on his face.

“Exfoliating our face sometimes is necessary, Mase. We need to remove dead skin”

“Right, cause there will be no dead skin left if you go faceless. No” he shook his head. “It’s awful”

“You’re being dramatic” you chuckled, kissing the tip of his nose. “I swear I’ll be gentle, big boy”

“You’re always gentle but…” he pouted, but your stare silenced him. “Fine. A smooth face could be useful”

You bit your lower lip, feeling your stomach churn.

“I’m sure girls in Manchester loves smooth faces”

“I was talking about rubbing my face in your neck tonight” he closed his eyes, waiting patiently while you massaged your Vichy soap. “But yeah, I bet they do”

“You’ll need someone to make skincare with you” you tried again, For some reason, you felt like testing him.

“I can FaceTime you, simply”

“But you’ll probably find a friend to do it with you, anyways. You’re really good at making friends”

You didn’t know why you were saying that. You just wanted him to reassure you that he won’t need any other friend, that he’d prefer to do skincare alone than with someone that isn’t you.

“You’re trying to get rid of me?” he said playful, tickling your waist.

“No! Stop- no, never. I’m just thinking about it” you pouted, feeling a bit sad.

“You are my best friend, Y/N. Manchester won’t change that. And absence makes the heart grow fonder” he smiled, holding your serum in front of you so you could use it on him.

“Uhm, we’re forgetting something, don’t you think?”

“I have no idea, what are you talking about?” Mason smirked.

You rolled your eyes at him, looking for your facial scrub and pouring some into your hand and despite his complaints, he let you finish.

The pair of you interspersed so he’d also cleaned, exfoliated and moisturised your face, and once you’ve both done he carried you to his living room.

“Oh you’ll make me stare at these bad girls?” you joked, pointing to his suitcases. Mason laughed, waiting for you to lay on the couch and instantly laying between your legs.

“Who knows, maybe they’ll make you come with me” Mason shrugged. He wouldn’t let you know, so you wouldn’t feel guilty, but knowing you weren't coming to his new home with him was eating him alive.

“Ugh, don’t do this. I’m almost changing my mind” you sighed. If he could ask for something, then it would be this. For you to change your mind.

Realising that you only have two days left with Mason made your stomach burn. Your best friend was always there for you, and alongside Ben you did everything together.

He is the one you call when you’re sad, and when you’re happy. Even when you’re angry or pissed off.

Mason and Ben are the ones you search for in every scenario, your boys. The only men you trust with your life.

And now you feel like you’re losing one of them. Because it’s exactly what’s happening.

“No no no, we’re not crying any more tonight” Mason looked up and caught the exact moment a tear fell from your eyes. Facing you and squeezing your tight, he gave you a reassuring smile. “You’re only allowed to cry in Tony’s scene”

You nodded, wiping your own tears and waiting for the movie to start. Mason got up when the bell rang, coming back a few minutes later with the food he ordered.

You two ate together, always touching each other with some part of your bodies. When the food ran out there was still an hour of movie left, and Mason clung to your body after cleaning the mess both of you made.

“You’re going to leave bruises on me, Mase” you pretended to complain about how tightly he was holding you, and he laughed, only tightening more.

“It’s a good idea to keep other boys away” he said.

“What are you talking about”

“Once I’m left there will be a lot of predators around you, I need to find a way to prevent it”

There it was. Your friendship with Mason was always comfortable, and sometimes the pair of you used to flirt and joke around.

But sometimes you keep yourself wanting those little flirts to mean something, and you weren’t sure about how to deal with that. Especially now that he’s about to move to another city.

Besides, Mason is a fucking footballer, and a pretty one. The kind of man who can have anyone in the world.

And you are his best friend, someone he probably sees as a sister. And you couldn’t say anything before understanding what you feel, because it would be so unfair to him.

Mason smiled, leaning to you and brushing his lips against your neck. He kissed the spot before starting sucking your skin.

“What are you doing?” you tensioned your body. Someone who sees you as a sister wouldn’t give you a hickey, right?

“Shhh, stay quiet” his wet lips brushed your neck, and you could feel his breath hitting you.

You ran out of actions, staying still until he was done.

“There it is” he faced it proudly. “Now I have about two weeks of good sleep before it fades and I need to do it again”

You didn’t know what to say, so you kept quiet. Best friends don’t mark each other like that, right? But you can’t think about it now. Mason is leaving London. And you are staying.

—

It was a sad, sad Sunday. You couldn’t believe your best friend was moving to another side of the country.

After spending the Saturday with him, eating snacks all day and cuddling in bed, you weren’t ready to say goodbye.

“Sweetheart, you don’t need to cry”

“Sorry I can’t stop” you groaned, stressed. It was such a great weekend with him and now you were forced to watch him leave.

Ben showed up when Mason was closing the house, and he helped his best friend to fill the car with all his things before hugging you.

“I’ll take you to him as often as we can, Y/N” he smiled at you.

Ben was such a sweet soul. You pouted, resting your face on his shoulder while Mase locked the last door.

“Can you please take your hands off of my best friend?” Mason rolled his eyes, standing in front of you.

Ben laughed when his mate opened his arms and you went straight to him. He knows your relationship with him is more intimate, and to Ben it's obvious what’s going on.

Mason stroked your back, smiling when you tucked your face in his neck.

“I’m gonna miss your hugs”

“This sounds like a you problem to me” Chilly smirked, knowing he’s still receiving those.

“He’s a prick, isn’t he?” Mason whispered in your ear, making you laugh between sobs.

You raised your face, trying to stare at him through your tears, and he stroked your chin patiently.

“Don’t find another best friend” you sobbed loudly. “I’ll drive to Manchester whenever I can to watch your games so we can make skincare together and we can FaceTime when you miss me but please Mount, don’t find another girl”

He smiled, feeling warmth in his chest. He wishes he could tell you not to find another boy too, but Ben would be pissed at him.

“You’re my only girl, Y/N. Don’t need to worry about that” Mason thought it was cute the way your lower lip was quivering while you pouted. “C’mon baby, I hate to see you cry. You’ll be fine? I can stay till tomorrow”

“No, I’m ok. You don’t need to change your plans” you sighed. “I’m acting like a child”

“It’s cute” he smirked, stroking your chin. “Here, I have something for you” he pulled away so we could take out the hoodie he wore all weekend. “I bought to leave it with you but I thought it would be better if I use it for some days so it would have my scent”

“I love you” you pouted, wearing it instantly before hugging him again.

“I love you more” he smiled and you closed your eyes, tightening your grip on his t-shirt when he kissed the tip of your nose.

“No, I do” you smirked, giggling when he pinched your nose.

“That’s impossible” he kissed you again, on your forehead this time, holding you against him for a few minutes. “See you soon, uhm? I swear”

You nodded, letting him go to Chilly. They both said goodbye, hugging each other with watery eyes before Mason came back to you, kissing your head and entering his car.

Ben came to hug you, and the two of you watched while Mason left the front porch line.

“Take your hands off her” Mason screamed, making you giggle. “Love you two, take care of my girl Benjamin”

“She’s my girl too, you know”

“Only in your dreams” Mason chuckled. “She knows she’s mine”

And drove off the car. You felt your heart pounding at the sight of his car disappearing at the end of his old road.

“His girl, uh?” Ben teased you as soon as you couldn’t see Mason’s car anymore.

“Shut up, Benjamin” you rolled your eyes, and he chuckled at you. “I miss him already” you started to sob again.

“Oh, fuck off” he laughed, but hugged you tightly, trying to bring you some comfort.

Later that night, Mason checked on you through Ben before reaching you out so he could try to comfort you. You felt even sadder knowing that the only day he can take care of you know is through a screen.

—

You tried to stay happy while living in London, for Ben. You really tried. But the dark hole in your chest wouldn’t let you.

Ben was the best of friends, staying at your house every time he can, taking you to different places and trying to distract you. You both spent a lot of quality time together and he knows how much you love him, but he also knows the truth.

You missed Mason so much it hurts.

You wished you could’ve gone to his debut for United, but you weren’t able to drop your work on a Monday so you went to Ben’s house to watch it with him.

It was a great game and the Red Devils happily won. You cried at the end, when the camera showed Mason, and Ben mocked you for the rest of the night.

“He is glowing” you pouted.

“I would be too, if I had a serious team” Chilly gave a choked laugh, making you chuckle.

You waved him goodnight and went to his guest room, deciding not to drive back home late at night since you lost track of time talking with Ben. He kissed your forehead and murmured goodnight too, giving you your space.

As soon as you entered the room, you changed into a pyjama you forgot there the last time you spent the night, and got under the heavy blanket, reaching out for your phone so you could send a message to your boy.

You didn’t knew but, in Ben’s room, your boys were having a conversation.

Five minutes after your last message, Mason didn’t resist and FaceTimed you.

“Goodnight Mase” you smiled at your phone. He was tucked in his sheets, cheeks smashed against his pillow. He looked so adorable, you wanted to scream.

“Oh, I miss your voice so much” Mason grinned, his voice a little bit hoarse. “Goodnight babe. Hope you enjoyed the game. Ben told me you cried, I got a bit worried”

Your blood ran to your cheeks, and you made a mental note to kick Ben’s ass later. What a traitor!

“Nothing to worry about, they focused on you at the end and I just miss you alot” you admitted shyly, even though he knows how badly you miss him. Mason smiled at your rose cheeks, feeling his heart ache with love.

“I’ll try to visit soon” he yawned, making you smile. “Ugh, I don’t want to say goodbye yet. Can we spend the night on call?”

“Yes big boy, sure we can. Want me to tell you a story?” you smiled, laughing when his cheeks turned red.

“I do, actually”

“Hmmm, alright. The story begins with a boy, a tall one, and a tiny girl. They met one day, when the tall boy hit the girl with a ball straight in her head…”

It was the best night of sleep both of you had in two weeks.

—

“I want to go to this weekend’s game” you said to Ben, after explaining to him how your best friend has been acting lately.. “At Old Trafford”

Two weeks passed since you and Mason slept on a call together, and you were feeling like something was off. He’d still answer your texts and send you good morning or good night with cute emojis, but he was avoiding your phone calls and you didn’t spend the day texting.

You felt childish at first, rationalising that he has a new job and is probably really busy, but on the third day off that he found an excuse to not call you at night, you decided you had enough.

“Alright, we’re playing on different days this weekend so I can take you. Don’t want you driving alone, we never know what might happen”

“I’m a good driver”

“I know that, bug” he smiled. “But I mean, like… we don’t know what you’re facing there. I don’t want you driving back after some misunderstandment or something like that”

You nodded, suddenly afraid that your little trip might end with you and Mason fighting.

“Only a month away and he’s acting weird” you dropped your head on the sofa. “And to think I really believed we could survive the season… or worse, the five fucking years”

“Language, bug. Don’t need to overreact, you don’t know what happened yet. Just… prepare yourself for anything, alright?”

“What do you mean? You think, like… he could be dating someone?” you shrugged.

“I wouldn’t say dating, but maybe seeing someone? He hasn't said anything like that to me” Ben tried to tranquillise you. “But it was my first thought, since one of the first things a man does when he starts dating is to push their female friends away a little bit, you know… so their girl don’t feel insecure or something like this”

“Yeah, I got it Benji, And I feel happy that my friends are this kind of man, but it would be nice if he could tell me instead of ignoring me” you snorted, pretending that the idea of Mason dating someone didn’t bother you at all. “At the same time, I can’t be sure that this is the reason, and he could be struggling with something. I just need to confirm he is okay”

“Fine, bug. I’ll take you. But if something went wrong then we’ll be back in the same minute, alright?” he brushed your hair out of your face. “I know you. It’s not like you’d be happy with him dating someone, don’t have to pretend in front of me. I just hopes he gives you sincerity at least”

—

The game was crazy. Ben tried to hide himself in a big hoodie, a cap and glasses, so both of you enjoyed it together. It was a fantastic result for United, winning three down zero at home, and you could see Mason was really happy.

Chilwell bought you an ice cream and distracted you with different subjects, giving time for Mason to get changed and go home, once he knows how crazy the locker room can get after a win like that.

An hour later, he drove you to the hotel he knows Masons at and asked the receptionist to call his buddy and say his name.

“Call me if you need anything” he murmured, kissing the top of your head. “And call me if you decide to spend the night, please”

You nodded, squeezing his hand before entering the elevator.

A half naked Mason opened the door, and you could tell he was really surprised.

“Y/N? What? What are you doing here?”

“Happy to see you too, Mase” you tried to smile.

“I’m sorry, I’m just- I didn’t expect to see you anytime soon, and she told me Ben was here so I thought it was him-”

You stared at him and the silence that came after was awkward. You turned your eyes to the floor and that’s when you saw the ring.

“Oh” you nodded, remembering Ben’s words. “Makes sense”

Mason followed your gaze, quickly taking the ring off. “It’s not what you think it is”

“Right. The same way your weird excuses for not calling me aren’t what I think they are and the fact that you didn’t even hugged me isn’t what I think it is” you grinned sarcastically

You turned around hating the way your voice crackled, and pressed the elevator button, ready to leave.

Mason ran to you, holding your arms to keep you in place. “Why haven’t you told me you were coming? You watched the game?”

“Yes”

“I’m sorry” he kissed your forehead, hugging your waist. “It was a hell of a week and I missed you so much that I thought- that maybe if we didn’t talk that much It could get easier. Sounds dumb when I say it out loud”

“Cause it’s dumb” you tried to be sharp, but Mason always gives you the best hugs in the world and you were instantly melting against him. The elevator door opened, but you both ignored it until it closed again.

“It’s Cartier” he said after a few seconds of silence, pushing you away to cup your face. “It’s just a ring”

You could see that he was trying to hide a smile and you felt so pathetic. Of course your best friend would’ve told you if he was dating someone.

“Sorry” you felt the blood rushing into your cheeks.

“What for?” Mason frowned, stroking your chin. In his opinion, you look so cute being jealous of him.

“For being a jealousy bitch” you sighed, confused. What the hell were you thinking? He’s tired after a rough game and you thought it was a great idea to show up and snap over a ring.

“You were jealous?” he raised an eyebrow at your nod. “You don’t have to. Everybody around me knows I’m yours”

Your body shivered, and Mason smiled at the sign of your red cheeks again. Kissing the tip of your nose, he held your hand and guided you inside his hotel room.

Mason couldn’t wait to cuddle with you, but you weren’t sure about spending the night with him after the scene you made.

“I should leave” you said when he closed the door. “You need to sleep”

“I’ll sleep better if you cuddle me” Mason pouted. “See what six weeks away made to us already? We were almost fighting. Now I need to spend the night with you just to be sure the tension is gone”

You rolled your eyes playfully, taking off your hoodie. Mason celebrated whispering “yes” just like a child, and promptly searched for a t-shirt to give you.

“I’ll go to the bathroom so you can get changed”

“You had dinner already?” you asked, worried that you just interrupted him.

“Hm no, but I can order some food if you’re hungry”

“I’m not, but you should eat something Mase”

“I just want to sleep, to be honest” he yawned, heading to the bathroom and giving you some privacy.

After sending Ben a message letting him know you were spending the night with Mason, you quickly changed into his t-shirt, sighing in relief for being free of your jeans and bra. Since you left your pyjamas at Ben’s hotel room, you searched for one of Mason’s shorts, but most of his things were still in his suitcases and you weren’t able to find it in the mess.

You decided to leave it that way instead of disturbing him any more and tucked yourself into his sheets before he came back, so he wouldn’t even notice.

“Alright, you can come out” you said loud enough for him to hear and he stuck his face out, making you laugh. “Hi baby boy”

“Oh finally, I was almost sleeping in the bathtub” he made his way to the bed and laid with you, looking for a comfy position.

Once you were laying on your back with his body on top of yours, Mason rested his face on your shoulder. Your hands went directly to his hair and you scratched his scalp gently, smiling at his tired groan.

“I’ll let you sleep without dinner ‘cause it was a tiring day at work, but you bet we’re having a reinforced breakfast tomorrow”

“Yes mommy, I got it” he hummed in your ear.

Mason didn’t missed the way your body shuddered and clinged against you. You held your breath when he slipped his hand under the t-shirt, squeezing your waist.

You felt like your heart would stop when he started to play with your panties strap.

“I didn’t gave you a sleep shorts, did I?” for a second you thought you were imagining the huskier tone of his voice.

“No you didn’t, but I can put it on now if you give me one”

You bit your lower lip when his finger went under the strap, stroking your skin, but you stayed quiet. It’s just your best friend, playing with the strap of your panties. It doesn’t mean anything.

“I can be dumb sometimes, but not that dumb, Y/N”

“Hm?” you thought you might have misheard him.

“Nothing” Mason chuckled. “Sweet dreams sweetheart” he whispered, kissing your collarbone.

“Good night, Mase”

You stayed awake for half an hour, hearing his cute snoring and thinking about the way you felt when you saw that ring.

When you closed your eyes, all you could think was that this couldn’t be happening. You knew better than falling for your best friend.

—

Sunday was lazy and cosy. Waking up with Mason’s arms wrapped around your waist always made you feel protected, and you missed this.

You called Ben and sent your location to him, so the three of you had breakfast in a super cute coffee, and Mason showed you both some places he liked in Manchester, taking pictures of you in his new town.

When it was time for you to go back to London, Mount turned into a big baby, pouting every time you looked at him.

Ben said he needed to go to the pharmacy before hitting the road, so he parked in front of Mason's hotel and left you both alone.

Mount helped you get in Chilly’s car and checked the seat belt, but wouldn’t get out of the car window for nothing.

“Let me know when you get home” he kissed your cheek, half of his body through the window, impeding you to close it.

“I can share my location with you if you want to” you chuckled at his concern.

“Yeah, do that. And tell Woody I said hi” he kissed your cheek again, making you laugh.

“Yes sir, anything else?”

“Hmmm, tell him I miss him” he smiled, kissing your cheek one more time.

“Jesus Mase, you’re so needy”

“I don’t want you to go” he cupped your face, whimpering. You closed your eyes, resting your face against his hand and smiling at his words.

“I’ll be back soon” you repeated what he said the other day, making him laugh.

“Liar”

You giggled, pouting at him. “Love you”

“I love you more” he kissed you again, dangerously close to your lips this time, which made you quickly open your eyes.

You stared at his eyes and found… something. They were shining, and when Mason licked his lips wet, you felt the urge to be a bit cockily brave before living.

“If you want to do it then do it properly” you rolled your eyes playfully. You never said anything like that to him, but the fact that he’s in another city now seemed to make you brave enough. You won’t need to face him if he dumps you.

But instead of laughing and saying goodbye, Mason leaned closer towards you.

“Can I?” his big brown eyes were focused on your lips, and you felt a lump in your throat.

“Well, if you want to” you tried to keep a playful tone but when he turned his eyes at you, Mason he had a serious look. “Do you?”

He stared at your lips, running his tongue between his own and pulling his face closer to yours. You weren’t sure if he was really going to kiss you or if he was just joking along with you about it, so you stayed standing in place.

When he was close enough for you to feel his breath in your lips Mason looked you in the eyes, asking for permission. You didn’t believe in yourself to speak, so nodding was your only option.

You felt butterflies in your tummy, anxiety and anticipation mixed with insecurity.

Your best friend leaned to you, and you smiled at his shaky breath. You’re not gonna lie, you imagined this happening a couple of times, but never thought that it was really possible.

“Are you nervous?” you tried to hide your smile. Realising he was just as afraid as you was something different.

“Aren’t you?” he brushed his lips against yours. “There’s any chance this could ruin what we have?”

“Only if you’re a bad kisser” you teased him and Mason chuckled, enjoying the moment.

Deciding to dive right in, he finally closed the distance between you both. His soft lips slipped against yours and you couldn’t help but sink into him.

It was a soft kiss. Slowly, as if Mason was savouring you. No one ever kissed you like this.

When both of you ran out of air, Mason pulled away. Smirking at you, he gave your lips a peck and ran to his car without saying anything.

You giggled at his shy reaction and stayed there for a few minutes, waiting for your best friend to come back, all smiley and thinking about what you just did.

Chilwell didn’t missed the way your smile was taking your entire face, or your shining eyes and every single sigh you left out during the ride.

When he left you home and kissed your forehead, he also looked you deep in the eyes.

“Be careful, bug” he stroked your chin, and you knew he knew that something was going on.

Maybe you were wrong. You don’t know better than falling for one of your best friends.

—

You came back to London way too fast, and were already missing your boy again.

You both were always texting each other, talking about your day and trying to manage how hard it was to be away from your best friend.

And despite you never talked about the kiss, things were different, in a good way.

He’d flirt with you like a teenager, making you giggle all the time, and even though the pet names were common in your friendship before, it’s the only way he calls you now.

You were so fucked up. Honestly.

Now it’s been two months since you saw him — and kissed him. You feel like the kiss strengthened your bond, but at the same time you felt so insecure about it.

Now that he’s so far away and you can’t be with him as much as you like, in your head it’s so easy for him to be interested with any other girl.

You tried to make these thoughts disappear, since you’re going out with your best friend.

Ben picked you up for dinner. He texted you earlier and told you to wear something nice, because he had a surprise for you, so you obeyed.

You chose a black dress to style it with your new high heels from YSL, and Chilly whistled from the driver's seat.

“We’re a bit late so I’m not opening the door for you, sorry bug” you rolled your eyes playfully, sitting in his passenger’s seat. “You look really really beautiful. Buddy’s having a heart attack for sure”

“Who?”

“You’ll see” he smirked, making you snort.

It was a quick ride, and you and Ben sang along to his favourite songs all the way.

When you both got to the restaurant, he took you to the receptionist to talk about his reservations and you saw a back you know really well.

“Is that-” you stuttered, and Ben looked at you in shock.

“Damn it Y/N, how could you tell from here?”

“Are you kidding? Is it really him?”

“Yes, bug. Surprise?” Chilwell smiled, shrugging.

You hugged him really, really tight. “Thank you, Benji. I love you”

“Right right, I know you do. Now go on, run to him like I know you want to” he teased you. “I’ll be there soon”

You nodded, doing your best not to fall while you ran to Mason. Your heart was in your throat and the sight of him was making you weak.

When you were close enough, you covered his eyes with your hands.

“Oh” he sighed, making you laugh. “I wonder who it could be. Probably my boy Chilly”

You took your hands away, looking him in the eyes. “Hi Mase”

“Uhm, way better than Chilly”

“Oh for fucks sake” Ben complained, rolling his eyes.

They chose one of those tables next to the wall, with sofas instead of chairs, so you could sit between them both. Great anti-jealousy choice.

You enjoyed the night with your boys, eating your favourite pasta and a glass of wine.

Ben laughed when you heard one of the waitresses saying that you had two gorgeous men when they only wanted one, and Mason kissed your cheek.

“What’s that ugly face about?”

“You think I’m ugly?” you asked with a pout, trying to hold your laugh when his eyes widened.

“I never said that”

“Oh, I think you’re in trouble Mase” Ben chuckled, falling silent with your gaze. “She heard the waitress talking about us” he murmured.

“What a jealousy baby” Mason kissed your chin, squeezing your tight under the table. “You know I’m your boy… and Chilly is your boy too” he completed with a giggle after Ben’s stare.

“If anyone could hear you now, they would think we are a throuple”

“Let them think” you shrugged, taking a sip of your wine.

“See? She’s proud of her boys” Mason cocked his head to the side.

“Yeah yeah, now which of you will order my dessert” you asked, reading the menu.

“I was thinking about being your dessert, actually”

“Behave, Mason” Ben snorted, pinching his nose.

You laughed at them, covering your face with the menu, a nice way to also hide your burning cheeks since Mason squeezed your tight again, loving to see you laughing.

When you had your bitter chocolate brownie with vanilla ice cream, Ben drove you back home. You were in the back seat while Mase sat in the passenger sit, so none of them would feel unchosen.

Chilwell parked in front of your front porch line, and you thanked him, tapping Mason’s shoulder.

“Want to spend the night with me?” You asked Mason and you didn’t need to ask twice as he quickly jumped out of Ben’s car.

“Yes mate don’t need to worry about me I’ll be fine on my own” Ben said dramatically, making you laugh. You went to the driver window, pecking his cheeks.

“Where’s my smile?” you asked him like he was a tiny kid, but it worked. Ben smiled at you, his eyes shutting. “Good night Benji”

“Good night, bug” he blew you a kiss before turning his head to Mason’s direction, who had already walked around the car and was now beside you. “Take care of her”

“I always do” Mount smirked cockily, resting an arm around your shoulders.

Ben waited for both of you to be inside of your house, leaving with a honk.

Mason entered your house in silence, knowing you have a roommate, and made his way to your room since you’re not eating or watching anything this late.

“Oh shit” Mason groaned when you closed your room’s door. “We just completely forgot that all of my stuff are at Ben’s”

“You can sleep in your boxers” you shrugged. “I don’t mind it. I’m sure there’s one of your shirts here but I don’t feel like looking for it”

Mason stared at the room floor for a minute, thinking about what you just said. You want him to sleep practically naked?

He shrugged to himself, taking off his clothes and staying only in his boxers. You were already in bed, using the hoodie he left with you months ago as a pyjama. It is big enough to cover your thighs, and you feel like you’re flowing inside it.

“It’s my hoodie?” he looked at you and you nodded.

“It’s the one you left for me in July, guess it’s mine now”

“Yeah, it is” he smiled, tucking his head into your neck. “Jesus you always smell so good”

You chuckled at his compliment, scratching his neck gently. It didn’t take long for his hand to reach your waist underneath the hoodie.

Just like the last time this happened, you held your breath when his fingers played with your panties strap.

He thought you were using pyjamas shorts. He really did, but there’s no way he’s taking his hand out now.

Mason tried not to imagine how'd it be to take it off from you. He tried really hard not to imagine how’d it be to make you moan his name.

You are his best friend and even though you always accepted his touches and cuddles and you both kissed last time you saw him, doesn’t mean he has any real chances.

But the way you were jealous of him that night… and you travelled all the way to Manchester… and that kiss was something else…

You left a shaky breath when he tightened his grip on you, and kept telling yourself that he’s tired, slightly drunk and his fingers just found the way to your waist naturally, that he’s not even totally awake. Well, at least you think he had a drink at the restaurant.

Mason was well awake, actually, and he did his best to keep the other part of him sleeping, but he couldn’t stop himself from picturing you only in his hoodie, your tights so accessible to him.

He sucked in a breath and you could feel the tension on his shoulders. You could also feel his boner when he tried to move his hips away, and your mind went blank.

He never had an erection when you guys slept together, in all these years. You didn’t know what to think or how to feel, and you were filled with a lot of conflicted emotions.

Mason was hard-on for you and this fed your pride. He thinks you’re pretty? Hot? He enjoyed that kiss the other day? He’s been thinking about it like you did?

Just in that moment you realised how bad you wanted him to want you.

When he left a small groan, you ran your hand through his hair.

“Everything is alright, Mase?” you asked gently.

“Uhm?”

“Is everything alright?”

“No, is not” he sighed. “I’m sorry”

You waited, feeling your expectations die, but still smiled at him.

“That’s alright babe, you’re a man attracted to women and I’m a woman and we are in the same bed and things like that can happen” you reassured him.

“Jesus, don’t call me babe in a moment like that” Mason groaned, making you laugh. “I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable”

“You didn’t. It can happen all the time, Mase. I was surprised it never happened before”

“This means that- Chilly… ?” he stuttered, raising his face to look at you.

“Oh, no” you laughed out loud. “You are the physical one, me and Chilly almost never cuddle”

“Good” he smiled, relieved.

“Good?”

“Yeah, good. I wouldn’t live much longer knowing he’s cuddling with you while I’m far away, that’s unfair”

There it was again, the reason for your doubts. In what should you believe, for fucking sake?

Is not normal for a best friend to be that territorial and jealous. At least you wished it’s not.

“You don’t need to be jealous of Ben. He’s just Ben” you kept scratching his scalp. “Wanna go to the bathroom?”

“Not really” he tucked his head into your neck and you could feel the warmth of his burning cheeks.

“You don’t need to be ashamed, Mase. I told you it’s normal and I do understand that you have no control over it”

“I shouldn’t want this to happen” he murmured, so sleepy that you could barely hear him.

“Hm? Sorry, I couldn’t hear you Mase”

“I got hard cause I was thinking about it” he whispered against your neck. “I shouldn’t want this to happen, right?”

“You shouldn’t want this because it’s me?” you asked softly, trying to understand what he wanted, how he felt about you.

“You’re my best friend, Y/N. Probably my favourite person in the world. I don’t want to fuck up our friendship” he squeezed your waist, inhaling your scent. “But God, I want to fuck you so bad”

You felt goosebumps all over your body and you were sure your panties would probably be ruined by now. This man will be the death of you.

But you think he drank tonight, you remembered yourself, just trying to keep your feet on the ground.

“You’re probably just drunk and horny, Mase. You’d feel like this with any girl laying in your bed”

“I didn’t even drink tonight, Y/N” he snorted, feeling rejected. “But nice way to dump me”

“Believe me, I’m not dumping you. I just thought you had a drink” you emphasised.

“Uhm, keep going” he ran his nose through your neck, lazy.

“You’re my favourite person too and I don’t want to screw things up” you admitted, and the way he pulled back to look at you with hopeful eyes made your entire body shiver.

“But you also feel it?”

“Yes baby, I do” you decided to be honest, even though you couldn’t know how honest he was being. “Now go to sleep, ok?”

“I don’t want to sleep” Mason kissed your neck.

You tried to take a deep breath, feeling your own body betray you. Mason didn’t missed the way your tights parted under him, which made him smile.

“Mase, you were supposed to be recovering. You really need to sleep now babe”

“Call me babe one more time and I’ll cum in my boxer” he breathed and you closed your eyes, fighting the urge to help him. “Y/N…” Mason whispered.

“We can’t, Mase” you whimpered, feeling insecure. You would have him and then what? He would go back to Manchester where he could find a lot of more attractive girls and you would stay in London.

“Why not” he pouted, nothing like the grown man asking you to have sex with him.

“I can’t risk the chance of you waking up and regretting this”

“I won’t”

“So there’s no rush if you’ll still want this other day” you tried to postpone this conversation, but he was desperate to take his chance, to create an ever stronger bond with you.

Mason doesn't know when you will see him again, so he can’t let this slip through his fingers.

“You want this?” he murmured, looking for your gaze, and you tried to ignore his eyes.

“Jesus Mase, why won’t you just sleep?” you sighed. This man is a tough one to deal with, and as soon he realised you did want him, you lost the war.

“Answer me” Mason kissed your chin, getting in between your legs. “Say you don’t and I’ll stop”

When he pressed his cock against your core, you losted it.

“Fuck, yes. I do. I want you so bad that I’m soaking” you spat the words. Lying to him now would be pointless.

Mason didn’t respond, giving your neck wet kisses instead, and you could feel his smile against your skin. He was desperate for you, and you could tell by his grip in your waist.

“If you want me then you got me” Mason whispered, moving his hand and caressing your core through your panties. “Be a good girl, uh?”

You nodded, feeling nervous. Your best friend was about to touch you like friends don’t usually do and you have no idea how to deal with that.

“Fuck, you’re really soaking” Mason groaned when his fingers touched you under the fabric, feeling how wet you were.

He slid them through your folds, trying to be quiet.

“No one can hear you” you whispered softly when you realised his effort to stay shut. “My roommate went for her boyfriends house”

“Good” he smiled, reaching your lips to a soft kiss. “I can make you scream then”

Your mouth went dry. You know Mason’s sassy and cocky side, and you love it, but you never thought you’d experienced it that way.

He rubbed your clit, gently massaging it, kissing your chin when you started to ask for more.

You couldn’t even think straight when Mason started thrusting two of his fingers in and out of you, always so gentle. You didn’t know if you wanted him to fuck you harder or to savour you like he was doing, so you just called his name, losing your mind.

“You’re feeling good?” he asked you, curling his fingers inside of you. The sight of your eyes shut and your parted lips made him want to scream. You nodded at him, scratching his neck. “And who’s making you feel good, princess?”

Mason smiled as he watched you roll your head back against the pillow. “You are, Mase”

He bit his lower lip in concentration, focused on getting you ready for him. When he couldn’t take it anymore, his dick twitching in his boxers at every soft moan of yours, he removed his fingers, smirking when you cried at the emptiness feeling.

Licking his fingers clean while looking you straight in the eyes, which made you even wetter, Mason pulled away just enough so he could take off his underwear, releasing his dick with a sigh.

Back between your legs, Mason moved your panties to the side, almost tearing them. He lined himself up with your entrance and leaned over you, teasing your hole and stimulating your clit with his tip.

He groaned when you scratched his torso, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Don’t tease baby, or there will be consequences” you hooked your fingers under his chin.

“Sorry” he smiled shyly, thrusting his hips forward to push himself inside. This somehow fed your pride with the thought of your boy submissive to you, but you had no time to think about it as Mason obeyed you, penetrating you slowly.

“Jesus Mase, you’re so big” you whimpered, feeling like you were almost tearing apart, your compliment feeding his ego.

When he was completely inside of you, Mason waited so you could get used to his size.

He started to move when you kissed his neck, trying his best to go slowly, but your soft whines in each thrust was making him crazy.

And he was good. So good. The pressure was perfect and the way he went to the bottom every single time made you wanna scream.

You had no words, only murmuring nonsense stuff and moaning his name. When his thrusts became faster and even more pleasurable, you lost your mind.

“Mase-” you choked out his name as you could feel his cock stretching you out, your walls clenching around him. “Just like that, babe-”

“Fuck, don’t call me like that” he whimpered. “I mean- please call me like that but not when I’m trying to last longer” Mason took a deep breath, trying not to cum with the feeling of you pulsating around him.

“But I don’t want you to last” you whispered, looking nothing like the girl from a few minutes ago who was scared of fucking with his best friend. “I want you to cum inside of me right now”

“Jesus, you’ll kill me” Mason groaned and you could feel him twitching inside of you, but he shook his head, thrusting his hips against you with renewed energy. “You first, princess”

You called out his name when the tip of his dick touched you in the right place, and Mason whined when you clenched around him.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. So hot damn tight” he cried out, suffering to hold his own orgasm.

He quickly took the tip of his thumb to rub your swollen clit, and you watched how his cock was disappearing in your pussy before you dropped your head back on the pillow, enjoying how good Mason is at it.

It was hot and messy and his thrusts were getting sloppier every second. You could feel your heart, tummy and cunt burning all at once and you knew you were close.

“I'm so close Mase” you whined, moaning loudly when he pinched your clit. “Fuck I’m gonna-“

“Let go for me, Y/N. You take me so good baby. It feels so good to be inside you” he whispered dirty words in your ear, coaxing you.

Your orgasm hits you with full strength.

Mason placed his forehead against your, stroking your waist and guiding you through it, his cock pulsating as he released his own orgasm inside you.

You both stayed silent for a moment, tired. After a few minutes, he kissed your lips and got up, looking for wet wipes in your bathroom.

Coming back with them, Mason cleaned you up gently, knowing you’d be too sensitive.

After tossing the wipes in the bin, he laid beside you, his arm in your waist and one of his legs over your body.

“You’re good?” he murmured in your ear, kissing your temple.

“Mm-hmm” you hummed. “It was good for you?”

“If it was good? Fuck, you drained me” he whispered, strengthless. “Yes baby, I loved to fuck you in my hoodie. Felt special”

“You’re so territorial” you chuckles, stroking his chin.

“Shouldn’t I? People are territorial over what belongs to them. So I’m territorial over you” he mumbled, and you knew he was falling asleep. “Cause you’re mine. Mine, mine and only mine. You and your cuddles and your stories and now your pussy is also mine”

You burst into laughs, his face moving with your chest.

“Good night baby boy” you kissed his forehead, smiling at his rose nose and cheeks.

“Sweet dreams, my princess” he leaned against you, trying to be as close to you as was humanly possible.

Before you fell asleep, your last thought was that It would break your heart to see him leave the next morning.

—

You and Chilly were out for lunch. After a rough week, he just needed to chat a little and you were always happy to hear him.

A venting session later, Ben squeezed your tight.

“And what about you? How you feeling, bug?” he tucked your hair behind your ear.

“Not quite sure, Benji. I miss him” you sighed. “But if I go, then I’ll miss you. And everything I have here”

“It must be hard feeling that way” he stroked your shoulder, pulling you closer to him.

“Yep… and uhm, I need to tell you something” you pinched your nose.

Ben didn’t even hesitated. “You had sex with him”

“Benjamin?!” you gasped.

“What?”

“He told you?” you were surprised that Ben knew it. Since that happened, Mason agreed not to tell your friend.

“So you HAD sex with him?” he laughed out loud. “Oh my- I knew it”

“So I just confirmed to you… great”

“Really? No one was going to tell me?“

“Sorry, I wasn’t sure about it. Like, I was always sure about him, but not about what we were”

“Oh yeah, you’re definitely something. He’s so in love with you, makes me sick of my stomach”

“He’s what?” you paralysed. “He told you that?”

“No but it’s obvious?!”

“Oh Chilly, c'mon. You scared me for a sec”

“Why? You wouldn’t want this to be true?” he took a sip of his soda, understanding your silence. “Oh shit, is the opposite”

You shrugged, not really wanting to confirm it.

“Whatever”

“I mean it, Y/N. I know he feels it”

“You can’t be sure if he never told you this”

“But he’s my best friend, I know him. And I know both of you. He’s been on you since his first Senior England game”

“Fine, even if this is the truth there’s nothing I can do if he never tells me”

“Maybe you should tell him how you feel”

“We were both very clear about how we don’t want to ruin our friendship”

“And then he fucked you. Nice way to not ruin a friendship”

“We’re good Benji, no friendships ruined”

“I’ve seen this film before, Y/N. You two should talk”

“Fine, I’ll try. I just didn’t felt comfortable bringing the subject in a week like this, you know that beating City at Old Trafford was a really big goal for him”

“You have a point, it was a stressful week for him” Ben nodded, finishing his food and trying to decide which dessert he would pick today.

When you finish yours too you reach out for your phone since you’re used to forget it exists every time you’re with Ben or Mason.

You held your breath when you entered Twitter and saw Mason’s name trending.

According to the videos, Mason was at a club last night and even though he’s a grown man and can do whatever he wants, you felt your stomach churn.

He was beautiful as ever, looking a bit tipsy and his hair was a mess in one of the photos.

A specific one made your heart ache.

Mason was holding a girl on his lap. His face was resting on her shoulder, practically laying on her boobs.

Your eyes burned with unshed tears, and Ben looked at you concerned.

“What happened, bug? You’re feeling alright? Something’s hurting?” he sounded alarmed, and you felt a bit of comfort in his concern.

You didn’t trust yourself to speak, feeling your chest hurt, so you nodded at his question.

“What is it? You can’t breathe?” Ben stroked your back, worried. When you put your phone on the table and covered your face with your hands, he had a look at the screen. “Fuck, I’ll kill him”

You shook your head, ugly crying in your hands. Ben kissed your temple, never stopping the comforting stroke in your back and whispering that everything would be okay.

When your sobs became too loud he asked for the bill, paying before picking you up and taking you to his car. You didn’t say a word, accepting being taken care of.

At his house, he sent you to a hot shower. You hugged him tightly before locking his bathroom door and getting under the water.

It was a relieving shower. You cried a lot, and when you felt that there weren't any more tears you let your shoulders relax.

Leaving the bathroom, you found out that Ben had left one of his oversized t-shirts and a new boxer in his bed.

Wearing it and wrapping the towel around your hair, you left his room to find him in the kitchen.

“Hey bug, you’re feeling better?”

“Thank you Benji” you pouted, and he left the stove to get to you.

“You don’t need to thank me. You know I’d do anything for you, Y/N, you’re my little sister” he hugged you, and you tucked your face in his neck. “I love you, and I’m sorry he hurt you. He’ll have to deal with me about this one”

“I love you Chilly, but you don’t need to fight with your best mate because of it” you sighed, letting him go back to the boiling water. “We’re not dating, we just had sex. Maybe I went too far, it’s not his fault”

Ben shook his head, but concentrated on making you both a cup of tea.

Your best friend took care of you, and you both spent the rest of the day cuddling and watching movies.

Ben wasn’t the best with physical touch, but he knew you needed it so he tried his best, and this made your heart pound with gratitude.

You ignored Mason the whole day. You know he’s an adult and can do whatever he wants to, and a few weeks ago those videos wouldn’t bother you as you want him to be happy, and he seems happy, but after the last time you saw him you thought… that maybe he could be happy with you.

When the third movie ended, you yawned and turned to face Ben.

“It’s really late Benji, I should go home”

“You can spend the night here, I have training tomorrow but that’s not a problem”

“Are you sure?”

“Fuck off bug, you’re my best friend. Of course I’m sure” he ruffled your hair. “Do you want to sleep with me or do you need time alone?”

“As long as you don’t kick me out of bed in the middle of the night…”

“Hey, I already apologised for that night” Ben gave you the middle finger, turning off the tv, and you followed him upstairs.

“I need to tell you something” Ben sighed, rubbing his face. “I think I might know what happened, but I don’t want you to feel like I’m defending him — I’m not”

“Uhm, ok?” you looked at him, suspicious.

“Friday, after our game… I went to the club with some of the boys, we had a lot of drinks” he started, feeling ashamed. “And we played truth or dare. I’m sorry, bug. One of the guys thought it was a good idea to dare Enzo to send Mason a message about you”

“What kind of message?”

“That you spent a night with him or something like that. They all know how close both of you are and they were sure this would make Mason lost his shit cause apparently he’s the only one that still doesn’t know how fucking in love he is” Ben said it all in just one breath. “But this is not an excuse, he should’ve asked you instead of believing Enzo. I just think that he felt threatened, insecure that you saw another man even after what you guys had”

“Jeez Ben, this is fucked up uh? It’s not a cool thing to do. But yeah, he should’ve asked me before fucking other girl”

“You’re angry or jealous?”

“I’m angry. And jealous. He slept with her thinking I slept with another man and now even though he’ll find out I didn’t, he did” you pouted. “He’s dirty with another woman’s pussy Ben I don’t want him anymore”

Your sincerity made Chilwell burst into laughter. “Oh bug, I’m sorry. You’re just too funny”

“I mean it though, she’s all over his skin”

“I’m sorry you’re passing through this, bug. He can be so dumb sometimes” You shrugged, and Ben’s phone started to ring. “Speaking of the devil”

“The Red Devil” you joked, turning to the other side so he could text his best friend. Ben stayed silent for a few minutes, but you could feel he was angry by the way he was typing.

You sighed when he locked his phone, imagining what they talked about, but forced yourself to forget these thoughts when Ben tucked his head in your neck.

“Good night, bug”

“Good night, Benji”

—

Monday morning, Ben’s doorbell rang like crazy, waking you up. You looked at your phone to check the hour, discovering it was only half past eight.

A lot of messages from Mason caught your attention, and you read them quickly, feeling your stomach twisting.

The doorbell rang again, and you snorted. Chilwell left early for training, so whoever might be wouldn’t find him home, but you thought it would be nice of you to let them know this instead of just letting them wait forever.

You ran down the stairs in his t-shirt, rubbing your sleepy eyes and still yawning. It wasn’t the best night of sleep you ever had, to be honest.

The last thing you were expecting was to see Mason standing in front of the door, ready to start knocking.

You tried to close the door in his face, but he was quick to stop your action, using his foot to keep it open.

“We need to talk” his voice was grumpy, and he looked so cosy in his hoodie. You tried your best to not jump on him, still feeling sad about yesterday.

“I don’t really wanna talk with you”

“But we need to. You’re using Ben’s t-shirt?” he frowned, forcing his weight against the door until you gave up.

“I didn’t think I was staying so I didn’t bring anything” you shrugged, and he forced himself to swallow the jealousy lump in his throat.

“Y/N…” Mason tried to hold you, but you took a step back.

“Don’t. I’m still pissed” you snorted, closing Ben’s door and walking to the living room. “How do you even knew I was here? I’ll beat Ben’s ass”

“I went to your place and you weren't there, so it was a logical thought. He didn’t needed to tell me anything. He refuses to talk to me at all”

Your heart melted a little bit, but even though what happened seems a small thing now, you cried a lot since you saw that video, and despite Ben’s explanation before bed you weren’t letting Mason get away with this one so easily.

You sat on the sofa, and he tried to sit next to you. You shuffled to the side, putting a little distance between you, but Mason followed your movement.

When you reached the arm of the sofa and ran out of space, he smiled at you. The pair of you stayed silent until Mason reached out for your hand.

“I’m sorry sweetheart” Mason said softly and it was enough to make you cry again.

“It’s not like we’re something, right? I’m just being dramatic” you shrugged one more time.

You weren’t his girlfriend, you both never talked about your feelings, he had a night out and now you’re acting like this is the end of the world. Maybe you should see a therapist.

“No, we’re not” he sighed, your words hurting him a little bit. “But I’ve always wanted us to be”

You gave Mason a side eye, trying not to cry any more. You wished you could still be mad at him, but if you’re being honest with yourself, just the fact that he was in London on a Monday so he could explain himself to you already made your anger disappear.

“You don’t need to lie to me, Mase. We can still be best friends like nothing happened” you tried to smile like the idea wasn’t tearing you apart.

“I don’t want to be your best friend” Mason snapped, but he quickly recomposed himself. “Fuck, I don’t. Ben is your best friend, ok? He’s your big brother, whatever. I’m your boy, Y/N” he said desperately, giving your thigh a squeeze. His words sounded like they could kill you. “Look at me baby”

When you did, Mason stared into your eyes. You instantly felt the need to cry, and weren’t able to hold the tears when he started stroking your chin.

Unable to wait any longer, he brought you to his lap, his hands going straight under Ben's t-shirt, to your waist.

“It’s not your fault, or mine. We should’ve talked about how we felt” you placed your hands on his neck. “Can’t blame you for sleeping with other girl”

“I haven’t. You’re the only one I had sex with the last four months” he chewed his lower lip. “I went to the club so Rashy could record me because I knew you’d see it and then you’d feel what I felt when Enzo texted me”

“You don’t need to explain yourself to me” you shook your head, but you felt good knowing that he hasn’t slept with anyone else since he had you. He’s still your untouched boy.

“I do need to. It was childish, dumb and I hurt you without even knowing the real story. The thought of you with him made me blind. I just kept thinking about you touching him like you touched me” he said shyly, avoiding your gaze. “Kissing him like we kissed. Riding him like you did to me”

You took his hair out of his face and stroked his chin. Shy Mason has ever been your favourite version of him, because you’re the only one to see him like this.

“But that wasn’t the worst part” he pouted unconsciously. “I just realised that once you both enjoyed it, he could take you on dates. And ask you to be his girlfriend. See you every week like I used to and even ask you to live with him. He could do everything I wanted to”

His lower lip quivered and the fragility made you smile.

“I haven’t even met Enzo in person, baby boy. You could just talked to me and I’d told you this”

“Chilly told me it was a truth or dare game and they chose me as the target cause it was always obvious how much I like you” he left out a shaky breath. “But I had already messed up when I found out the truth. I was so dumb, and now you’re mad at me”

“Of course I’m mad at you. Another girl was messing around with what is mine” you felt a boost of confidence knowing he wants you both to be more than best friends.

“I’m sorry babe” he pouted, and your entire body shivered.

“Being sorry isn’t enough” you ran your thumb through his lower lip, quivering when he kissed your finger.

“What can I do to make it up to you?” Mason smiled at the feeling of your thighs squeezing around him.

“Maybe if you were so afraid that Enzo could make a move, you should do it before we have the chance to accidentally met” you teased, watching your boy’s eyes go darker.

“Can we not say his name anymore?” Mason rolled his eyes, still stroking your skin.

“Does it stress you out?” you raised an eyebrow at him. “And you haven’t thought for a second that if you didn’t like the way you felt about him then I wouldn’t like the way I’m feeling about that girl right now?”

“I’m sorry” Mason whimpered, tightening his grip on your waist.

“Not enough. Not after making me think someone was touching my man. After making me think you were intimate with her or were looking at her the way you look at me”

“Your man?” Mason smirked, stopping when he saw your serious face. “I’ll never look at anyone the way I look at you. And your name is the only one I like to call”

“It won’t be that easy for you, Mr. Good With Words” you poked his chest, trying not to smile when he held your hand and kissed it.

“Fine, not words then. Let’s have dinner next week, I’ll come after my game” he smiled, pecking your neck.

You tried to hide your own smile again, but Mason tickled your waist and you failed.

“Alright” you giggled. “But I can go to Manchester. You’ll be tired”

“I don’t think so, I’m the one who needs to prove you something” he kissed your neck, and you closed your eyes, enjoying his touch before pulling out of his lap.

His confused eyes made you laugh, even harder when he pouted like a child.

“You didn't think it would be that easy, right? No kisses before my dinner” you shrugged.

“Y/N” he whimpered. “It’s like we're starting from scratch?”

“Yes”

Mason sighed, getting up and walking towards you. “Give me a last one, then”

You got closer to him, slowly. Mason licked his lips wet in anticipation, his hands ready to hold you, when you gave his cheek a peck and ran upstairs.

“Don't forget to close Chilly’s door” you screamed, making him laugh.

“I love you too, sweetheart” he shook his head, just happy that he got another chance.

Once in Ben’s room’s safety, you texted your best friend since he loves to be updated about your life like is a reality show.

—

Mason’s game Saturday afternoon was fantastic, and he even gave Rashy an assist. This would mean Ben was the moody of the moodiest, but he told you he’d be fine, not wanting to mess up with your weekend. You wrote a mental note to spend an entire afternoon with him.

When Mount left the locker room and the boys invited him, he shook his head, smiling.

“What’s about that smile?” Sancho raised an eyebrow.

“It seems like someone visited heaven” Martinez smirked, crossing his arms whilst everyone waited for Mason’s response.

Luke laughed, wearing his hoodie and walking towards Mount. “I know that look” he tapped Mason’s shoulder. “It’s Y/N, right?”

“Oh, so the video worked?” Marcus clapped his hands.

“Not exactly, but we’re good now. I’m taking her to dinner”

“That’s my big boy” Sancho jumped on his shoulders.

“He’s actually her big boy, bro” Onana giggled, messing up Mason's hair. “Happy for you, Mount. You found yourself in United, finally have your house and now you have your girl too”

“The start of the season in a new team can be really tough, but you’re going through it Mase. You’ll see, from now on it’ll only get better” Rashford completed, hugging Mason’s head. “We’re happy for you, brother”

He is happy for himself too. No self pity anymore. He’s going to show the world why he deserves his trophies, his fame and his girl.

With that in mind, he knocked at your door hours later, his shaky legs annoying him and your favourite flowers on his hand.

Ben told him your hotel and even gave his name to the receptionist. He felt like he’ll always be in debt with his friend.

Mason ran out of breath with the sight of you. Your red dress was pressing your body in all the right places, ending four fingers above your knees, and your smile was so bright. Your make up was her favourite make up style, a natural one, and your red lipstick matched the colour of your dress. Your white high heels

“Hi baby” he smiled at you, giving you the flowers. “To you”

“Mase! You didn’t need to” you pouted, running inside so you could put them in a vase. He was still smiling when you came back.

“You’re beautiful”

“You’re beautiful too baby boy” you had a look at him. Mason was wearing a white shirt, black pants and his favourite white Nike sneakers. He smiled proudly when you licked your lips wet looking at him.

When he took you to his car, you were a bit confused.

“What happened to your Rover?”

“Washing day” he shrugged, opening his Porsche’s door for you. “Do you like this one?”

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. Everything about tonight seemed so dazzling.

When he sat behind the wheel, you felt your legs shake a bit and you couldn't contain your gasp. “Jesus, this is hot”

“Uhm?” Mason looked at you, grinning as he started the car. “You said something, babe?”

You chewed your lower lip, knowing damn well he heard you. Mount laughed at your silence, driving to the restaurant he picked.

It wasn’t a long drive, but you spent the entire time staring at his hands. How they pressed the wheel, how he smiled every time he hit the accelerator. How he smirked when his eyes met yours.

So cocky and feeling himself.

And you like to see him like this.

When he parked in front of your favourite restaurant, you pouted at him. Of course it was the Manchester franchise, but his concern with choosing somewhere you would like in his town made you happy.

“Don’t” he closed his eyes, smirking. “I don’t want to ruin your lipstick yet”

You rolled your eyes, and couldn’t help yourself but feel giddy. “Who said you’re ruining my lipstick tonight?”

“I said” he opened his door, running to get to yours before you could open it by yourself. You always felt good around Mason, but being his best friend and being his girl were two different things.

And nothing in this world ever felt as good as being his girl.

You never thought you’d have a dinner date with Mason, but you had. And it was unreal. Everything about the restaurant was so cosy, and the way he looked at you the whole night…

“You’re sure there’s no problem if someone sees us here?”

“You need to relax, love. It’s just me, uh? Not Mason Mount, just your Mason”

“I don’t want you to get in trouble”

“I won’t. Now, white wine and cheesy pasta?” he smiled, and you nodded fervently. You both talked about how’s been settling down in Manchester, his first Manchester Derby and your visits to Stamford, avoiding talking about Enzo and Mason’s partying night.

He also asked about your work, your family, Ben and Nathan. You asked about his new teammates and if they’re already friends, Mason smiled at every answer and question, and you were so happy your belly hurts from laughing.

When you were finished with your food, Mase ordered a chocolate dessert, knowing how much you love sweets after a meal.

“Close your eyes for me, princess. I want you to guess what I ordered” he smiled, and you obeyed immediately.

“It has strawberries?”

“Hm, no”

“Mango? Grapes?”

“Wow, you’re a fruity woman. But no” you could hear his giggles.

“It’s dark chocolate?”

“Yes baby, your favourite”

“Oh, oh!! Petit gateau with the 60% cocoa ganache and cocoa powder sprinkled” you opened your eyes, looking at him instead of the table. “Did I get it?”

Mase had the most beautiful smile, his eyes shut. When he didn’t answer you, you looked at the table just to find the dessert you described – and a ring.

“What- what is this?”

“I promise” Mason started, and you felt your eyes watering. “That I’ll love you just as much as you love bitter chocolate. I do already” he giggled, and you felt like your heart was about to stop.

“Baby…”

“I think you should be my girl, Y/N”

“I’m your girl” you murmured, feeling your heart pounding with love.

“Alright, I think you should be my girlfriend then. The last week just proved that we want each other and not being sincere about our feelings will only leave space for us to get hurt. I don’t want us to get hurt”

You walked towards him sitting in his lap not really caring if other people would comment about it.

“Me neither, sweet boy. But we live in different cities-”

“We’ll manage this. We can make it work. It’s what we’ve been doing since I left, babe. But now I’ll be even more anxious to see you cause I know I’ll be able to kiss you” he chuckled, kissing your chin before brushing his lips in your ear. “And touch you in a way is reserved to me”

“Put it on my ring” you whispered to him, trying to focus. He bit his lower lip in concentration, taking the tiny box and admiring his choice, a shining silver with a red jewel.

“I was going to buy a blue one, but…”

“Red is your colour now. It fits you, and it fits me. That’s all” you reassured him, stroking his chin with one hand while he held the other, sliding the ring through your ring finger.

You cupped his face when he finished, kissing his cheeks, nose and lips. It felt pretty good to see your lipstick marks all over him.

“Want your dessert now?” he smiled sheepishly and you nodded, choosing to stay in his lap while you ate your petit gateau.

It was really yummy and you felt happiness spreading over you, realising how much he knows you for asking something you would like that much.

“You shouldn’t press yourself against my cock like that, you know?” Mason suddenly murmured, scaring you. “It would be really embarrassing for me to cum that fast”

You choked a bit, pushing the plate away. “I’m done”

“Already?” he giggled when you nodded, looking at him with pleading eyes.

He asked for the bill and paid for it before getting up with you and guiding you by your waist. When both of you got to his car, he opened your door and kissed your cheek, making you all giddy.

While he walked around the car and entered, you texted Ben.

Already locking his seatbelt Mase smirked at your giggles, imagining who you were speaking with.

Mason didn’t even ask where you wanted to go, driving his home with just one hand while the other squeezed your thigh.

It was intimate and his hand was warm and you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking how hot he looked while driving that way.

When he parked in his garage, you instantly felt nervous. It was your first time at his new house, and he could sense your tension.

“It’s just like when you used to come to my house in London” he hugged you from behind. “But we’re not in London anymore”

“And we’re not best friends anymore” you completed.

“No. We’re even better now” he kissed your neck, taking your hand and guiding you inside.

It was a big house, but comfortable at the same time. Mason was still decorating, but already seemed like his place.

It was late already, so he took you straight upstairs.

“Here’s my room, and my bathroom is right there. You can take off your makeup, I brought your makeup remover and a lot of cotton pads”

“I’ll need a t-shirt” you pouted, realising how much you two look like big babies pouting all the time. “And a boxer, it’s more comfortable”

“Yas ma’am. But first” he held your waist, pushing you against him. His other hand went to your neck, his fingers getting into your hair.

Mason leaned towards you, brushing your nose with his and pecking your lips before giving you a real kiss. His tongue sliding into your mouth the second you gave him permission.

He groaned when your nails scratched his scalp and you whined in his mouth, trying to get closer to him. Mason’s hands slid through your body, and he squeezed your bum, making your grip on him tighter.

“I told you” he said once you both broke apart looking for air, running his finger through your lower lip. “Deliciously ruined”

You pecked his lips one more time, feeling your legs a bit shaky.

“I love you”

“I love you so much more” he kissed your neck. “Now go get ready for bed, please. I don’t have strength enough to do what I want to do with you right now”

You chuckled, also feeling too tired for anything. It was a perfect night and you just wanted to finish it laying with your boyfriend, cuddling all night.

After taking off your makeup, you came back to Mase’s room and found him with the most beautiful sleepy face, holding his clothes for you. You quickly changed, letting him look at your body for a few seconds before wearing his t-shirt and boxer.

“Shit, you look so hot. And so cosy. I don’t know if I want to fuck you or cuddle you”

“Well the only thing you’re able to do right now is cuddling” you giggled, and Mason hit your ass.

He tucked you in bed, and you sighed in content. It was always so good to cuddle with him, feeling his body touching yours.

You knew both of you were horny and desperate for each other, but at the same time you were drained with the day’s surprises, and your boy had just won a game earlier. More than that, you were just happy. That you were in his arms, that he is totally yours now, that he loves you.

Happy that you’re able to sleep with his body that close to yours.

—

It’s been two months since Mason asked you to be his girlfriend and you said yes. You both were able to manage the distance, but you were broken to be that far away from him.

When you asked Chilly to meet you that Thursday night, you really thought it wouldn’t be that hard. That you would have time to talk to him before telling the news.

But just like Mason, your best friend knows you, and his soft eyes shined with unshed tears before you even opened your mouth.

You hugged him, instantly tucking your face on his neck.

“I’m moving” you tried to tell him yourself, even though he already saw this on your face. “I’ll go to Manchester, Chilly”

He kissed the top of your head, hugging you tightly. “I’ll miss you, a lot, but I’m happy you made the decision. He was making me crazy with all the texts about missing you”

“I wish I could stay- really” you tried to explain, tightening your grip on hip, but Chilly shook his head.

“I’m missing my best friend, yes. But you?” Ben shrugged. “You’re missing the entire other half of you. I understand why you need to go. I’m happy you’re going, actually. Happy for you, and for my boy that’ll now feel complete”

“I’ll miss you so much, Benji” you pulled back to look at him with big sad eyes.

“But you’ll be happier there. And this is enough for me. Just promise me we’ll text everyday and you’ll visit me on my important games”

You nodded, squeezing his waist. “I’ll visit all the time. And you can always visit too, you know” you stared at him. “I love you. I love both of you so much it hurts”

“We love you more, you know” Ben chuckled, kissing your forehead.

You were happy with your best friend's support, and after a nice lunch with him you texted your boy.

You laughed at him, so silly.

When you had all your most important things in your car hours later, you FaceTimed Mason.

“Hi my sweetie cutie pie” he answered immediately.

“Hi big boy” you smiled at him, locking your old small and pretty house, that was already on sale.

“Big, uh?” a different voice came from his phone, and you felt the blood rushing into your cheeks when Rashford appeared through your screen. “Hi cutie pie” he mocked Mason.

“Hi Rashy. Boys night out?”

“Not actually, is just me, Mase and Sanch”

“You’re coming?” Mason appeared again, and Marcus snorted.

“I’m leaving now, but it’s a long drive, you can stay with them” you assured him, entering your car.

“Wish I could pick you up” he pouted. “Be careful love”

“Join us when you arrive, baby girl” Marcus mocked again, and Mason fulmed him with his eyes.

“Don’t call her like that” your jealous boy complained.

“Ohhhh” you could hear Sancho’s voice. “He’s right Rashy, you can’t call your buddy’s girl like that even if it’s ironic”

“Sorry, sorry. Just tell her to join us”

“You want to come, babe?” he looked at you with his big brown eyes and you nodded.

“This phrase went weird bro” Sancho murmured, causing Marcus to break into laughter.

“Jesus, I can’t with you two” he snorted, causing you to smile. “I’ll send my location and you decide if you want to show or if you’re too tired, just let me know if you choose go straight home so I can come to you”

“Yes sir” you nodded again, starting the car. “See you soon” you whispered, receiving an affected smile.

“God, I can’t wait” he murmured with shining eyes, instantly being teased by his friends. “I love you baby”

“Love you more” you blow him a kiss before turning the call off, adjusting your seat belt and driving off of the porch line. Driving home. To your man and your new life.

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