the perfect surprise, mason mount
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pairing: mason mount, she/her
summary: requested by anon
the request: Hello, can u make something fluff with Mason ?─────────────────────────────────────────
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the departure day for the world cup in qatar came faster than expected. with two days left until having to leave the home country to win the trophy, mason played with disparate ideas to prove his admiration to his girlfriend one more time.
as the public relations manager of a large technology company, she couldn’t disappear for weeks to watch mason play for the english national team. her boss declined the request for vacation and offered her one day, instead of relaxing from the constant extra hours after the long shifts.
so, mason found a way to express his feelings face to face before having to leave her in england. sweaty hands rubbed over the tired muscles of his face, glancing nervously at the silver watch around his right wrist. a present from her, a reminder that no matter where he went, she would be right by his side.
the bright sun slowly sunk, cascading the hues of a peaceful orange and a calm red across the sky. between the cotton-like, white clouds, the tint of mixed color could have been painted by a talented, undiscovered artist. “mason?” the name, gently and quietly spoken, caught the attention of the football player.
for a moment, he bathed in the sound of her voice. he didn’t need to turn around and see a glimpse of the female’s face, he recognized the tone between a million others. the hands pushed into the tight front pockets of the jeans, mason stayed in the same position. rooted to the green blades of grass underneath his feet, she slowly walked towards the male figure.
she gulped down the breath that settled in the tightened throat, expecting that she has made a wrong choice or mason was truly displeased with a decision. he never easily ignored her if the two weren’t deeply in an argument.
arm outstretched, the soft tips of the fingers desired to tap on his broad shoulder when she had the chance to see a glimpse of the little preparation made in front of him. frozen in the pose, the mouth fell open and the surprise conjured a dazzled expression on the face.
head tilted over the shoulder, mason’s quiet chuckle didn’t reach the female. spread out in front of the football player was a large, plaid blanket. disparate sizes of thick, wooden coasters placed on the soft material, decorating the space further and keeping the kitchen utensils from falling over.
two plates, one on each side. a large, light brown basket stood ahead of them and revealed the choices of food he made and a bottle of red wine, her favorite one. blinking multiple times in a row, she tried to take in the scenario without fainting or completely freaking out over such a romantic gesture.
“did you.. like you know.. do this?” the words that stumbled out of her mouth were a mixture of various questions. she couldn’t form a usual row of words without pausing in the middle and start over, completely different than the first time.
“i did.” mason commented, taking in the credit for the romantic atmosphere and the beautiful decoration of an usual plaid blanket. “the world cup starts soon, and we will leave england in two days. i had to make sure that you don’t forget, or replace me in the meantime.”
the chuckle that rolled off his tongue sounded effortlessly, but the thoughts of being replaced truly bothered his mind. standing beside him, her head darted from the blanket towards the unfazed face of her boyfriend and back to the surprise picnic. the feeling of admiration mixed with confusion when mason stated his concerns. “i won’t forget you. neither would i ever think about replacing you.”
the confession made his heart dwell with pride, hammering against the thick bones of the rib cage. “i really don’t know how i deserve you. you’re gentle, loving and most of all, you probably own the greatest amount of genuineness.”
chuckling to himself, the amusement about her dazzled state disappeared underneath the softness of his voice. the head tilted to the side to look at her, he already found her still widened eyes staring at him. “what?” mason’s eyebrows were raised, the long wrinkles appearing on the forehead.
she was shamelessly gazing at the dark-haired male, with the one-sided smile. “thank you for this, for loving me and for being such an amazing person.”
“well, if you don’t stop the compliments, it will be much harder to leave in two days.” shrugging the shoulders, he was fascinated by the control her words had over his emotions. the anxiety vanished underneath the dwelling happiness, and relief. “it’s going to be insane without you. got to prepare to not lose my head after a shit game.”
“you’ll be okay, mason.” she leaned into him, the red-tinted cheek placed against the shoulder of the male, the lids slowly closing with a smile. “but i’m better when you’re around. it pains me to leave you alone in england.” the confession caused the female’s heart to ache, knowing how difficult it must be for the football player to leave his girlfriend behind for a couple of weeks.
since the first date, the two saw each other at least every second day until living together in a small house on the outskirts of london. mason loved the privacy, the disparate ways to leave the building with an arm around her, and enjoying the empty streets instead of the brightness of cameras. without a minute to himself, he wouldn’t have been able to prepare such a romantic surprise for his girlfriend.
“you’re my good luck charm, i need to kiss you at least thirty times until i have to be at the airport. one for each day, i could be away from you if we’re getting to the finale.” he lifted the arm and wrapped it tightly around the waist, placing the calloused, long fingers on the side of her hip. fingertips brushed over the fabric of her summer dress, stroking in small circles which were easily felt through the thin material.
she didn’t answer with words, a slow nod of agreement was enough for the two of them. instead of talking further about the departure, she snuggled her face against the side of his chest. the scent of sweet vanilla and strong musk infiltrated the breaths through the nostrils, and caused the corners of her mouth to lift into a calm smile.
“let’s settle down, enjoy the sun setting behind the horizon. the stars and the moon decorating the night, and still, nothing could be as mesmerizing as you.” the spoken compliments of admiration tainted the cheeks in a deep watermelon pink, and she couldn’t help herself but giggle softly. “you little charmer.”
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Leon being cute with his way smaller gf 🥺🥺
i've wanted to write this for a while. just didn't know how to mkae it sound cute without being mean. haha. hope you're happy! here's a little drabble about it! :)
standing in the long corridor, she skimmed over the disparate boxes filled with rice. tonight, leon enjoyed a day off from the exhausting training sessions and she decided, it was time for another self-made dinner and a long night filled with netflix shows. something the two haven't done for weeks.
since the second half of the current football season started, the players of bayern munich had to go through several training sessions. not only the control of the ball was important, they had to be a team on the pitch and their coach attempted to work it out before the first game. and he was successful. with five goals to one, the red-white team won the opener without problems. leon even scored with the assist of his best friend, joshua.
the strands pulled into a messy bun on the back of the head, she instructed her boyfriend about the ingredients needed for the dish that he loved the most. while it wasn't especially hard to make, leon always admired the cooking skills of his girlfriend.
he walked down the corridors, grabbing one box after another while she had to grab the package of noodles. unfortunately, she forgot about the large shelves, and the multiple boxes placed on the highest spot. a place, she couldn't reach, even if she stood on her tiptoes.
a hand placed against the plastic material of the shelf, she raised the arm and stretched herself to the full length. manicured nails scratched the grey material but she didn't even poke the package at all. annoyance about the size problem bubbled in the pit of the stomach and left her figure in form of a deep sigh.
„too small, huh?“ leon‘s deep voice echoed through the almost empty store, and her head darted in his direction at the end of the corridor. large hand placed against the shelf, the basket in the tight grip of the right one, he had an eyebrow raised. even standing next to the groceries, he easily could grab the entire top row without stretching completely. she was jealous of his height, the way he towered above her with almost being two heads taller.
„it’s not funny.“ she muttered, wrapping herself in the warmth of the woolen cardigan and crossing the arms over the chest. over the past months, she had to learn how to deal with leon‘s comments about the difference in their height. at , she constantly attempted to hide how much it bothered her when he walked towards her and made up for the unpleasant jokes with tight hugs.
„we got a couple of options.“ the football player informed his embarrassed girlfriend, strolling towards the female. confidence lingered in each of his steps, a constant pride that he carried on his shoulders. and who wouldn’t be if they were in his position? „i could grab it and let you complain the entire ride home for the lack of shelves for smaller people. i could lift you up easily, and you could get one. or option three.“
holding up three long fingers in front of her face, she listened to the ideas cautiously. between the revealed two and a hidden third option, she knew he prepared either something very spectacular or very embarrassing. the line between the good and bad was thin, extremely thin. „what’s three?“ she tilted the head back to stare at the amused expression on his face. leon loved it badly when she had to stand on her tiptoes to kiss him or beg him to lower his head.
„take it and you will find out.“ he wouldn’t reveal the mystery, the plan he already came up with when they entered the store.
„can you just lift me up? i’d rather hear you talk about this for the next hours than seeing the amusement on your face while i complain.“ she never asked before, she never wanted to. this time, the quiet grumbling of her stomach instructed her to hurry up with a decision. either way, leon would have comments prepared.
placing the basket on the white tiles on the floor, the brunette male took his place behind the female. muscular arms found their way around her waist in a matter of seconds, he’s been doing this way too many times before. lifting the female towards the top shelf, she quickly grabbed two packages.
waving one of her delicate hands wildly, she gestured for him to let her back down but leon had other plans. turning her around in his arms, he used one of his hands to steady her figure and placed the other underneath her right thigh. „you do know, it’s not a bad thing to be smaller?”
the question got an answer when she rolled her eyes at him. another lecture about height which would end in amused comments. she loved leon dearly, any part of him. even when the humorous sentences weren’t quite to her liking. “best example, look at josh. they always told him he’d be good but his body measurements aren’t enough. couple of years later, he’s one of the most expensive players on the team.”
suddenly, the lecture wasn’t a row of amused words anymore. she tilted the head to the side to glance at her staring boyfriend. while being seated on his underarm and hand, she was slightly taller than him. “i’m not joshua.”
“would be weird then.” the male chuckled, referring to the intimate position they currently shared. “you’re beautiful, love. two heads smaller or a couple of inches taller than me, i would have fallen in love with you anyways. i still don’t know how the entirety of kindness and gentleness fits in your body, but i’m still proud to call you my princess, my girlfriend, mine.”
as the tint of cherry red spread across the span of her cheeks, it was the first time that she didn’t need to hide it. instead of the embarrassment burning, her face was covered in bashfulness. “i love you.”
her voice was a genuine melody, a song with a quiet whispered lyrics that spread calmness through leon’s figure. “i love you too.”
she leaned forward in his embrace, blowing a butterfly kiss against his curls-covered forehead. “so, we’re switching roles now?”
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The world of football is shaking as two of the greatest footballers of our generation, Lionel Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo, will face each other in the Riyadh Season Cup 2024.
In a recent advertisement on Instagram, Messi showed his impatience for the ‘historic event. A competition where his team, Inter Miami CF, will face famous rivals Al-Nassr and Al-Hilal.
Riyadh Season Cup 2024: Preview
The Riyadh Season Cup is not just another competition for Inter Miami. It is a very important part of their preparations ahead of the highly anticipated MLS season in 2024. The stage is set for an exciting competition. Lionel’s Inter Miami will beat Al-Hilal on January 29 and face Al-Nassr on February 1 st. The outstanding clash between the authorities of Riyadh Al-Nassr and Al-Hilal is scheduled for February 8.
𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐞𝐰𝐬
𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐧 :
𝑰𝑵𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑴
𝑭𝑨𝑪𝑬𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑲
𝑻𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹
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