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Timeless- Mason Mount
I'm finally off for the summer & finally back writing! This one is super special and is inspired by timeless by Taylor swift, if you haven't heard the vault track please listen to it while reading this! This has to be one of my favourite things I have ever wrote... Hope you all enjoy & I can't wait to write more! Hope this apologies for my absence Love you guys x
P.S I will not comment on him leaving to united btw... as Liverpool fan I am devasted 😒
Summary- When you and Mason are cleaning your nan's attic you discover a book of your grandparents love story... helping Mason think of the perfect anniversary present for you...
Words- 2.6k
"Mase please.." you squealed as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, taking you by surprise as you continued to search through the old dusty boxes "This really needs doing and I never would of agreed to let you help if I knew you'd be messing around like this!" You didn't realise that agreeing to clean you nan's old attic would result in your clingy boyfriend of almost 5 years joining you. What was suppose to be a solo task, turned into a duo one the minute his brown eyes grew wide at your claim that you were leaving him for a couple of hours alone.
"I didn't know showing my beautiful girlfriend of 5 years love was classed as messing around..." he pouted, loosening his grip of you but of course not fully as his arm still hovered your waist. "It's not 5 years yet loser" You smirked, throwing something you believed was an old sock that was hiding in the box at him "We're still 3 weeks of that title!"
You still couldn't believe that it had already been that long. It felt like just yesterday that he caught your attention in the dimmed lightened room, his laugh being the loudest noise as the speakers blaring out the music you had always hated silenced, allowing you to hear what has since been your favourite sound. Since that night you had been by each others side, through the ups and downs, the spot next to him was always yours and vice versa... there was no Mason without (y/n) and he prayed there'd never have to be!
Silence filled the room once more, however the smiles never faded as you sorted through all your nans precious things. Growing up you never thought of your nan as a hoarder, her house was also tidy barely anything on display except the odd pictures of core memories but little did she know that she kept the purest things locked up here. From her old ballet shoes to her old school books, her old prom dress to a rock she found on her secret dates with your late grandfather... she kept everything.
"What's this?" Mason asked curiously, lifting up a book covered in dust and cobwebs. Being nosy of his new finding, you quickly went to where he was sitting next to him on the old fragile footstool, floor creaking as you did so. Your eyes hovered over the brown book in his hands, that it was safe to say that time has took its toll on. Crouching down in front of him, your hand swept across the front cover, tears immediately filling your eyes as you read the words...
'THE STORY OF ANNIE & JOHN'
The words were followed by a photo of them together, smiles brighter than the stars as the look of love was written in there eyes. You had already heard the story of your grandparents many times from your nan... but seeing it in hidden pictures made your whole world freeze.
Noticing the sudden emotion in your face, Mason sighed "You okay, darling?" wiping away the fallen tears as they fell down your cheek, letting his hand hover there as a guard. Nodding, you gulped "Yeah... yeah I'm good.." Smiling he patted his knee, silencing telling you to come over which of course you obeyed.
Now the book was on your knee as Mase held you tightly on his lap, head leaning over your shoulder as he traced comforting shapes on your arm. "Are you going to have a look honey?" He could see your clear hesitation to open it, as your hands strummed over the outskirts of the pages. Apart of you wanted to open the book, see the love of your grandparents everybody talked so dearly about, the love that was always compared to yours and Masons, however the other part of you couldn't help but think you were invading the privacy... you knew there story like the back of your hand. A secret romance that was forbidden by there families, your grandmother being in a privileged family who had a tradition to pick other privileged people for there children to fall in love with. While your grandad was the son of the maid, 2 years older than her but fell head over the heels the second he caught eyes with in his word 'a princess' They hidden what they had for years, scared that there families would tear them apart... but faith took its role and 12 years later they were happily married as a runaway couple, ready to start there new lives together.
As your mind wondered away, you felt his hand lace over yours, squeezing it tightly "It's okay (y/nn)? She would want you to see this??" You knew he was right... she'd be screaming for you to open it if she was there. Listening to him, you squeezed his hand back before opening it up.
The pages looked just as battered as the front cover, but the love was still clear as rain. The book had different chapters, just like a fairy tale. It began with there first year, where your pop's mum first got the job and he was allowed to be involved in the staff picture where your grandmother stood just 5 people away.
"I didn't know your grandad was in the war.." Mason whispered, scared to ruin the moment as you were flicking through there years together. It was there 7th year 'together'... the year your dad got drafted to fight in the war. "He didn't want to go" You mumbled back, hand touching the envelopes your nan had clearly stuck in the book "He wanted to stay with her although no one knew about them... he wrote her love letters, signed them off as Dave so no one knew it was from him"
"Didn't she call him Dave all the time..." Mason chuckled, squeezing your hip gently. He only had a few years with your nan, while with your pops he only had 1 short one & for the longest time he was convinced he was called 'Dave'
"Yep!" You giggled back "Even after all those years together she still called him it. It was there secret code word..."
For the next couple of hours you flipped through the rest of the book, pausing to read the letters, see the small details of the grainy images. From there wedding to the birth of your mum, from the day they ran away together to the day your grandad came back to find your nan had been set up to marry someone else... it had all be recorded in the book.
Your heart broke when you flipped to the last filled page in the book, your grandads order of service leaflet from his funeral. Your heart broke even more when it came clear that your nan had placed it in by herself... ending there story together...
Noticing the tears falling faster down your face, Mason closed the book placing it gently down as he wrapped his arms tighter than ever around you, allowing you to sob in his chest. He didn't say much as you cried, just rubbed your back and whispered a few words of comfort, knowing what you needed most was time to absorb what you just saw.
Once you calmed down, you lifted your head back up to look at his warm brown eyes, his hand instantly going to your cheek "They we're amazing (y/n).." He smiled, causing you to mirror it back "They would been so happy you got to witness it through there eyes..."
"They were timeless..." You breathed out, looking down to the book on the floor that was bound to come home with the two of you.
"Just like we will be.."
Your head shot up to look at him with blood shot eyes "You think?"
"Oh I know we will!" He smiled, causing you to cuddle deeper into him "I hope so Mase..."
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3 weeks later.....
"Mase stop!" You laughed as he picked you as you went to put the key in your new shared home in manchester "Please stop we need to get in before it rains... stop messing around!"
"I didn't know showing my girlfriend of 5 years of affection was classed as messing around..." He sulked as your laugh continued to echo around the house, taking the heels that had killed your feet all night "and before you start I can call you that now!!"
"I know..." You smiled, turning around to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss, one of many that day "and I couldn't be prouder to now say it.." Mason returned the kiss as he muttered I love you, which of course you mumbled back. Somehow you two ended up in your bedroom, his jacket through on the floor as the zipper on your dress began to be pulled down.
Just as it was about to get even more heated, he pulled back causing you to sigh dramatically. "Don't be dramatic lovie, we have all night to do that.." He laughed, dragging you to the end of the bed "But first I want to give you your final present of the night.."
"but mase you've already given me loads today.." You groaned, hating how much he had already spoiled you today. Giving you far to many presents, making you bed in breakfast and then taking you to the fanciest restaurant in Manchester. You honestly didn't know how he'd make the day even better before he pulled out a box placing it gently on your knee... "Now this one is kind of for the both of us..." He smiled wrapping his arm around you "But I think you'll appreciate it.."
Carefully, you untied the little red bow on the box lifting the box up with the expectation of finding more personalised jewellery. However your heart dropped to the floor as you saw something you'd never thought you'd see...
A book... Similar to the one of your grandparents but instead of there names it read...
'THE STORY OF (Y/N) & MASON'
And just like the other one, a picture displayed below it. One of you and him at the champions league final, your smiles brighter than stars and the same look of love they had.
"Oh my god M-Mase..." You speechlessly gasped, covering your mouth as tears escaped your eyes "I c-can't believe it.."
His eyes mirrored yours with tears as he placed his hand on top of yours "Open it darling.." He whispered, voice full of love "Don't be scared to read this one... it's ours only"
Listening to him like always, you opened the book, smile immediately spreading across your face as you flipped through to see the many filled pages of your story so far. The first day you met at that party, the first selfie you took together, your first chelsea game, the day you moved together... every memory shared together was captured in perfect unison to the orginal.
"I didn't even know this exsisted!" You laughed messily, as you looked at the picture of you drunkenly asleep on Mason's lap at his Chelsea leaving party. You couldn't remember much of that day, other than you drunk the night away in hope that it took the sting away from living the beloved club and city...
"Ben took..." Mason smirked "He sent it me the next day along with the video of you doing my celebration on top of the table..."
"Please say that's a joke.." You muttered as you hid your head in embarrassment, hoping that he was lying..
"Nope!" He chuckled "I'll show you that later darling, first you have to finish this book!"
So you did. There wasn't much after that, other than his first day at united and your new home in Manchester... little did you know there was one final page to your story you were yet to experience...
"What's this?" You questioned as you flipped the page to see a brown envelope stuck to the page, similar to love letters your grandad use to write. Unable to say much, Mason whispered "Open it and see..."
With shaking hands you pulled out letter which was folded in half, his scruffy handwriting evident. You shot him one last look, nervousness written all over his face as you began to read the love letter addressed to only you....
My dear (y/n),
I've never been good at doing speeches or expressing how I feel, but with you by my side I feel as though I can do anything, so here I am... Ever since I saw you my whole world changed for the better. You fixed the hole in my life like a puzzle piece and ever since then I knew I'd never want to lose you.
The other week when I held you in your nan's attic made me think of if we met in another life, would be the same as we are right now... and the truth is sweetheart we would of have! Even if we met on a crowded street in the 40's or if I was sent to war and you were forced to marry another man... my head would of still turned for you just like it did at that party...
you still would have been mine, I'd of make sure of it!
I'm going to love you for the rest of our lives, till we have grey hair, mini mounts running around the place, a cardboard box stored of memories we made, we'll have it all!
Our story starts now Angel...
we're going to be timeless...
look forward...
Mase x
Tears poured down your face as you followed the letters instructions, showing him down on one knee, a small box with the most gorgeous diamond ring displayed in it, one that coincidently resembled the one your nan had...
"Mase..."
"(y/n)... will you please make me the happies man alive & spend the rest of your life with me??"
Unable to speak you nodded your head, falling to your knees as you wrapped your arms around him. "I love you so much.." You sobbed into his neck.
"I love you so much more..." He cried back, pulling back from you for a brief second to slip the gorgeous ring on your finger "This is your nans ring" He smiled "I asked your parents if it was okay if I gave it you... I want us to be a timeless classic like your grandparents, I want to fill that book up with you till the day we are torn apart by fate..."
Once more you were speechless as his arm wrapped around you, your head lay on his chest listening to the heart which had loved you for 5 years... there was no (y/n) without Mason and you prayed every minute of the day that you'd be the couple your grandparents were. A love so strong it could be seen from miles away, a love everyone dreamed of but only a rare few could experience... one that even time couldn't forget... Your going to be...
TIMELESS
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hi would you write a fluff with Mason Mount? Maybe they are having a baby and they decide to spread the news to his family on a dinner? I really appreciate your writing! 💗
the good news
pairing: mason mount x fem!reader [she/her]
warning(s): none
summary: the one where they share the news about their growing family with mason's family
author's note: hi anon, thanks for the requests and ur kind words! i haven't written for mason for a while so this one is a bit shorter compared to my recent ones, but i still hope you enjoy it. also, i'll be trying to write more for the next few days so my requests are currently open!
"I'm real nervous right now," Y/N said, quite out of nowhere, as the two were strolling on the footpath.
Mason chuckled to himself as he guided his partner around a puddle so she wouldn't step in it. "You make it seem like you're meeting my parents for the first time."
Perhaps sure it wouldn't be the first time for Y/N, but it definitely felt like it. She remembers that day—meeting Mason's parents that is, and the emotions and experience that came with it all. She was initially a wreck. She remembers her nerves flaring up; the shaking hands, the unsure smiles, that feeling of not feeling prepared for any confrontation, constantly having to recheck her appearance over and over in the mirror before they left.
Fortunately, with her nerves acting up came Mason. Through his voice and physical touch, he was there to put her at ease. Reassuring Y/N that everything would be alright, that she didn't need to fuss over an outfit because she already looked perfect, that her interest in him– something so pure and real– was enough for his family to love her as they did him. From the time he had arrived at her apartment to when they had reached his parents' home, Mason remained her voice of reason.
So Y/N trusted Mason, and she was right to trust him. 'Cause from the friendly welcomes she received from everyone in his family to sharing kind conversations with his mom and bonding so well with her, it was a good day for her—an outwardly positive experience. She had walked away pleased with the meeting.
Those same emotions felt back almost two years ago were being felt right now. Or maybe that was just because of the acute life growing inside her.
"I promise there's no reason to be, love. Why would you be anyway? I know my mum tries to bring up the baby convos with you too." He pointed at his girlfriend when he noticed her dimples appear, making him tilt his head back in laughter. Exhaling deeply, he shook his head. "Of course she does."
Both Mason and Y/N knew his parents were excited that they were together, especially his mom. They didn't guarantee anything like kids or marriage when Mason finally got a girlfriend, and his parents respected that. His relationship, now rather established and prospering, simply kept the hope alive.
He opened the front gate of his parents' home, allowing Y/N to pass by first. "They love me but they probably love you a bit more." Stopping at the front door, he took the opportunity to press his lips against her cheek and watched her smile flourish even more. If her nerves really were present, he wanted to be the one to give her reassurance; to let her know everything would be alright. "This is everything my mum has ever wanted for us. I think we're in the good."
She felt her head tilt in admiration for Mason. For his emotional support through his jokes and distinct words because it wasn't the first she had heard them. The reassurance he was giving her mirrored the one he'd offered her some time ago– back when he had introduced her to his family. She absolutely loved the growth in his words, the transition from they'll love you to they love you made her feel whole.
And from there, the rest was only deja vu for Y/N. The door opened and they were welcomed by Mason's mom with her smiles and everything galore, with her embraces too for Y/N that felt like unique warmth and kindness and love. And it was all the same with his friends and family present. Speaking to her with commonality, including her in jokes and conversations by simply mentioning her name or calling for her input.
Or the moments when someone would pull Y/N away from Mason when he wanted her all to himself. It was something that should've annoyed Mason, but honestly he didn't mind it. Witnessing his favourite people interact and have fun was a sight he would never be tired of seeing. It was also 'cause when Mason would catch her attention from across the room and mouth I told you so, Y/N would cave in and roll her eyes. But always did she follow it up with a small laugh.
'Cause when it was all said and done, Mason wasn't far from the truth—Y/N, with time, came to understand that well. From his parents to his siblings and friends, she was loved and embraced by everyone with open arms. There was nothing for her to be scared of.
And glancing around at everyone as they were sitting around the dining table for dinner—passing around food options with harmony, clutching onto one another from excessive laughter, encouraging conversation and simple talk for everyone to be involved in—Y/N realised that's the environment she wanted to be around. For herself, for her relationship with Mason and for their future child.
An environment where you would feel accepted, loved and felt like you belonged among this amazing band of people. Where someone would pull you in when you were suddenly drifting, where you would find yourself entertained when everything seemed quite dull, where you would smile and laugh without any intention of stopping 'cause you were just so consumed with joy and happiness.
That's all Y/N wanted for her budding family—comfort and security, a place clear of judgement. That's all she could ask for.
Hearing her name being called out, she turned to the person calling for her attention– Mason's mom. "Y/N, you okay hun? You kinda blanked out on us there."
Y/N blinked a few times, realising that she had indeed drifted for a minute or two. Thankfully, the room was busy with chat and laughter, so the focus wasn't completely on her. "Oh sorry, I'm fine, yeah," she moved her hair off her shoulders, chuckling through a soft exhale. "It's been happening for a while now. I didn't think the first three months would be like this."
It was only when she was taking a slip of her drink that Y/N realised the phrasing of her words, quickly putting it down to correct herself. She seemed to be late, however, when a gasp from Mason's mom had the commotion in the room fall flat. Her glance at the young couple caused the focus to shift to Y/N and Mason as everyone witnessed the older woman struggle to form her words.
"What do you mean by that?" she asked, glancing between her son and his partner. She tried to hide it, but there was a bit of excitement in her words. She had an idea in mind (I mean, it seemed a bit obvious), but she needed someone to confirm her thoughts before she could celebrate anything. "What does she mean by that, Mase?"
It was amusing because Mason and Y/N chose to announce the good news without saying anything. Joining hands, fingers interlocking well, they shared smiles keen and knowing before her free hand fell comfortably on her stomach.
That was enough confirmation for his mom who was the first to react; a cry full of happiness and delight that sent everyone in the room in awe. And from there everything else went so fast: the congratulations, the whole yet delicate hugs, the kisses on her cheeks and forehead, the reassuring words from every other person approaching the couple– that they would be supported and loved during the next few challenging months.
It was all overwhelming for Y/N as she wiped away those few stray tears, with her laughter and smiles, however, far more prominent. This environment that she wanted for her aspiring family was no longer a want; she was officially a part of it now.
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can you write unrequited love with mason mount like you did in "sick"?
uuuu as spicy as this gif coming right up!
done
when you decide you have enough of mason playing with your heart.
mason mount x bff!reader
word count: 1.1k
note: i actually had the inspiration to try writing from the 1st person POV during my subway ride to work but it went *poof!* when i got to my desk ☹ and as usual, i happen to always write around dawn so ofc this is not beta-read.
you shouldn’t have said yes to him.
you shouldn’t have said yes.
you shouldn’t have gone to the club.
you should’ve gone to your therapist because this is getting out of hand.
how many times are you going to say yes to every of mason’s call?
“you really need to stop sticking up for him just because you’ve been friends for years,” you know that your therapist’s going to repeat that line, just like every other session you’ve had with him. he’s not wrong, your therapist, but he’s not entirely right because he doesn’t know what you truly feel.
and you never let him know what you truly feel.
out of duty? out of love? heck, if you know.
the bass at the club is pounding as hard as it can your head, in hope to quiet down the sadness and devastation and desperation and depression away from the dance floor. but it certainly doesn’t stop your tears from running down your cheek at the sight of mason kissing a random girl so passionately like the world’s ending tomorrow.
well, in all honesty, your world’s ending tomorrow because you recognise it. you know what’s coming and it’s synonymous with all those sad songs and tragic stories you used to combine together when you’re younger. nothing beats reading slice-of-life books with a good, fitting soundtrack, no?
ironic how the combo’s now beaten by reality.
you know mason’s going to go home with that girl—another club, another random long-legged bimbo—and you know he’s going to either dump her in the morning or date her by the end of the month. if it’s the latter, then he’ll certainly break up before summer comes around the corner and the cycle’s going on a full circle once more.
he’s truly committed to the line he said when he’s doing casuals only the last time Tatler interviewed him—god, you’re there and you feel like puking. and by doing so, he’s also truly committed to breaking your heart every chance he gets.
yes, his girlfriend—whichever she is—will always stir up something so you and mason won’t hang around while they’re dating. but that’s not what breaks your heart the most. not even the words that flat-boobs idiot said about you. it’s when he comes back to you after dumping the girl and acts as if nothing happens.
yet, you always says yes to his plea of going to a party with him to celebrate his newly single life. even after knowing the pattern that he’d always desert you later on and you have to take a taxi home, all alone.
your therapist once asked, “have you confronted him about how he feels?” and you could only answer it with, “most of the time, i forget.”
but you know yourself better. you don’t want to burn the bridges.
however tonight, different than any other night, the bridge might as well been burnt down to ashes the moment your tears fell because fucking hell. you recognise the girl; new, upcoming starlet that comes from golden spoon. you want to hate her like usual for ending your world by tomorrow but you can’t because she’s basically everything you’re not and you know they’re a match.
he’s boisterous, she’s calm. he’s an active social butterfly, she’s everyone searches for.
but you can’t bring yourself to hate her because it means happiness to mason and it’s what matters to you the most. and it means he’s staying for longer than 3 months, which further leads to you probably sidelined for longer than usual.
you’re supposed to hate it, the fact that you’re getting replaced by someone miles better. but you can’t and you hate yourself instead. you start blaming yourself with all the things only an insecure person can think of, but you know you’re not insecure.
mason made sure of that—he’s good at building confidence—but he’ll never know why. he’ll never see why.
ironic because he’s got the clearest set of brown eyes and you will always love them till the ground buries you 6-feet down, even when you know those eyes will never see the watermarks on your skin because when it comes to you, he’s always blind.
blind to the fact you’re the one who stuck up when the teachers at school looked down on him going through the footballer path; blind to the fact that you’re the one who finished his homework whenever you knew he forgot because you wanted him to prove those teachers wrong too; blind to the fact that you were the one who put an umbrella over his head when he got turned down by the girl he liked; blind to the fact that you move down to London to be with him.
blind to the fact that you do that because you love him.
the very reason you never read those ‘childhood friend to lovers’ trope.
but unlike the endings of those kind of books where the characters reciprocate feelings, mason mount doesn’t even know how to appreciate someone who’s always by his side. he thinks it’s always something given to his plate and only then it feels like someone drops a bomb on your head.
how can you love someone so deeply when he’s stuck in his own head?
“i’m going home, mason,” so you cut their public make-out session to say it to his face, and the man’s shocked at your use of his first name. you never do that, not once in your entire time being friends. “i’m done.”
poor boy only thought you mean by done for the night. that you’re done because it’s tiring to see him doing his deeds like every other night. imagine his shock when he calls you the next week for another party, only for his calls to be answered by “the number you’re calling does no longer exist.”
he frowns so deeply ben had to straighten the crease out. there’s nothing happening in your life that can possibly lead you to cut off your line or to change your number. he calls your office and your assistant answers, as usual, but when he says he’s looking for you, the line goes silent for a full minute.
“hello?”
“mason,” a deep breath. “she resigned a week ago.”
“what? why?”
“if only we know,” and he knows your assistant’s not lying because he knows regret when he hears one. the company’s best asset leaves at her peak. “she goes in to the CEO office one minute and the next, she’s out of the building for good. boss says she’s done here.”
then it clicks him.
you’re done with him, once and for all.
and it’s too late for him to fix it.
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Mason holding readers face and saying how beautiful she is and not only that but beautiful on the inside too
He gently caresses your face before he holds your face. His brown eyes taken in every inch of your face. His fingers goes down your nose with his thumbs running over your plump bottom lip. You look at him as he smiles softly to himself. He leans in and kisses you, enjoying the minty taste. ‘You might have the most beautiful face I’ve ever seen’ he says softly. ‘Beautiful face and even more of a beautiful soul’ he tells you. He looks at you with so much love and admiration. ‘I’m lucky to have you to wake up to every night and have a place in your heart’ he says. You both look at each other with you both giving each other a goofy smile. You both drunk on each other and you feeling your heart flutter when he says something sweet.
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dirty little lover - mason mount
summary: in which, mason meets your parents, and the good boy persona disappears once you’re alone in the bedroom.
warnings: dom!mason, sub!reader, choking, oral (m, f), spitting, cum play, unprotected sex, pet names (sir, kitten, daddy), vulgar language, breeding kink, i think that’s it.
thank you @trickyblues for the idea ily long time <3
requests are closed. this is a long one so i apologise but also i don’t <3 enjoy whores xx
“you don’t need to be so nervous, mason,” you smiled at him when he switched off the engine of his lamborghini, a flicker of panic in his eyes, “they’re just my parents.”
“they’re not just your parents,” he rubbed his palms against the grain of his jeans, “they’re your parents.”
a knot formed between your eyebrows at his words, and you watched as he giggled at your facial expression, “mason, that makes no sense.”
“no it does,” he frowned, “what i mean is they’re your parents, as in, the parents of the girl i love, i haven’t done this in so long, and i’m just worried they’ll-”
you cut him off, lips pressing against his softly to calm his nerves. your fingers rested on his stubbly cheek, tracing the hair prickling at your fingertips, and his hand cascaded through your hair, pulling you in closer by the back of the neck. his tongue swiped against your bottom lip, and when you pulled his bottom lip between your teeth, you both moaned.
“you’d better be careful,” he pulled away and raised an eyebrow, “i know we’re staying here tonight but don’t think i won’t punish you later.”
“sounds tempting,” you ignored his statement, running your fingers around the snatch of his jawline, kissing his lips, “do you not think we should try it out?”
“do we have to go inside? can’t we just stay like this?”
he ignored you now, rolling his eyes and jabbing your rib cage. your fingertips tickled at the back of his neck, stroking against the short, thin hairs at its nape. over his shoulder, you could see your parents — or rather, your dad — poking his head through the blinds. at first, it was just to get a look at mason’s car, but then you caught his raised eyebrow and you abruptly glanced back at your boyfriend.
“okay, don’t wanna freak you out,” you pressed your forehead against his, “but my dad just watched us make out through the window.”
mason’s face dropped, and his forehead slid to the crook in your neck and he fumbled with his keys in his pocket, the doors unlocking on either side of you. “fuck sake, now he definitely hates me.”
“he hasn’t even met you yet,” you jabbed your boyfriends ribcage and pressed a kiss to his cheek, “cut the man some slack, mason.”
your fingers interlocked as he trailed slightly behind you, a bouquet of flowers in his hands for your mum, and a bottle of whiskey for your dad in a bag looped through his fingers. “he’s gonna make you drink that to make up for it, though.” you hummed, knocking on the door softly.
“fine by me,” he kissed your temple, and as the door handle moved, he shifted on his feet. your parents stood at the door, soft smiles on their faces.
“sorry, we’re a bit late,” you smiled, leaning towards them immediately and leaning in for a hug, mason’s fingers still looped through yours, “there was a crash on the motorway.”
“is crash on the motorway the secret meaning of snogging in the car?” your dad raised an eyebrow, his eyes darting between you and mason. your boyfriend’s cheeks went bright red, but your dad couldn’t help it when a laugh fell from his lips.
“you’re not funny, dad,” you jabbed your dad’s bicep, “but yeah, it can be that too i suppose.”
your dad smirked, and mason’s cheeks blushed as he tried to keep his composure and fight off every instinct to not bury his head in your neck. “i hope you don’t mind, but these are for you,” mason’s arm outstretched and he handed your parents their gifts, “Y/N told me they were your favourite flowers, and she also told me your favourite whiskey.”
your mum took the flowers in her hands, and wrapped an arm around his shoulders to say thank you, while your dad shook his hand and made a joke that mason wouldn’t be able to handle the alcohols strength.
“c’mon, mase, let’s put our stuff upstairs, yeah?”
“keep the door open, lovebirds,” your dad laughed, watching the pair of you as you walked up the stairs. “slim chance of that happening, eh?”
*
“what’s this?”
“that?” you walked over to mason, who was making his way through your belongings on the shelf. he nodded, an arm snaking around your waist and pulling you in close, “you won’t believe me if i tell you.”
“try me.”
“when i was seven i won in a national spelling bee, that’s the evidence to prove it.”
mason’s face lit up then, his eyes twinkling as he looked across at you, a loose-lipped smirk on his face. his eyes danced across your face, until they landed on the spot he’d been itching to feel against his once more, and when your lips pressed together, it was hot.
his hand pulled you in closer, his dick now pressed up against your crotch, leaving a lump in your throat. he pulled your bottom lip between his teeth, desperate to get some sort of intimacy before dinner.
“so hard already, masey,” you cooed, bringing your hand down to his crotch and squeezing at the hardened flesh ever so carefully, a flicker in your eyes, “and i’ve barely even touched you.”
you caught his lips in yours, tongue slipping past his lower lip and exploring the inside of his mouth that tasted ever so faintly of his mint toothpaste. mason’s fingers trailed up your thighs, dipping under your skirt and trailing up your flesh.
“no underwear?”
you shook your head, and when he dragged a finger through your folds and circled your clit, you shivered. “such a dirty fuckin’ slut,” his fingertips slapped at your clit and a whimper left your mouth at the arousal coursing through your veins, “all for me, hm?”
you nodded, bringing your bottom lip between your teeth, but mason wasn’t satisfied with that. he grabbed your chin between his fingers, cheeks smushed between the tips, and his intimidation tactic turned you on far more than you’d cared to admit.
“i said, is it all for me?”
“y-yes, sir,” you choked out.
“good girl.”
his fingers traced your clit a few more times and you gripped at his bicep as he dipped a finger inside of you, curling it so perfectly it almost made you cry. your forehead rested against his shoulder, fingertips sneaking under his shirt and trailing the fine hairs on his abdomen leading down to his belt loops.
“mason,” you squeaked when he added another finger, head lulling up and meeting his eyes, “please.”
he smirked, lips pressing against your forehead as your hand fumbled with the button on his jeans, “please what, darling?”
“please don’t stop,” you whimpered, pushing his jeans and boxers down his thighs just enough to spring his dick free, and your hand wrapped around it. the gasp that left his lips was like music to your ears, “please don’t stop.”
your hand worked on his dick, smearing the pre-cum around his tip and using it as lubrication. mason couldn’t help but groan, the only feeling that felt better than your hand around him was your mouth. his fingers worked inside of you faster now, thumb circling around your clit as he added a third finger, and you were unable to hold in your moans. the hand that was on your back now moved up to your throat, where he squeezed gently as he kissed you to swallow your noise, both of you unable to control it.
mason pulled his fingers from your pussy and you whimpered, an irritated scowl on your face, however it soon dissipated when he got comfy on your bed and used ‘come hither’ motions with his fingers for you to get on top of him. you crawled to his thighs, but he shook his head.
“higher, baby,” he ordered, and so you lined yourself up with his dick, but he shook his head again, “higher, Y/N,” he pinched your bum, “don’t make me tell you again.”
you scooted your knees until you were hovering over his face, “here?”
mason’s answer came in that of a hum, hands coming around your thighs as he forced your hips down, and immediately your hands gravitated to his hair. his tongue circled your clit, and you cried out almost immediately at the contact. “ssh, baby,” mason’s lips muttered against the innermost part of your thigh, “don’t want the house hearing how much of a dirty slut you are, do we?”
you shook your head, and your hands pulled mason’s face back where you needed him the most, your hips rocking back and forth. the new angle of your hips meant you bumped the bridge of his nose with every drawback, and every time it left you fighting off a moan.
the noises mason made were obscene, lapping you up like you were his last meal, the last thing he’d ever taste, and with every rock against the bridge of his nose your clit twitched and it made you bite down so hard on your bottom lip you feared you’d drawn blood.
you could feel your orgasm approaching, hard and fast and you knew there would be no way for you to stop it. your fingertips tried to grip at mason’s hair, but now it was shorter there wasn’t much for you to hold onto.
“mason ‘m-”
“-are you two decent?”
you froze at the sound of your dad’s voice, and the tap of his knuckles on your door. mason’s tongue didn’t stop, despite the fact you’d spun your head around to the locked door. “uh, n-not quite, dad,” you shouted back, “mason’s just changing, what’s up?”
mason dipped his tongue inside of you, his hands splayed across your bum as he rocked you back and forth, and you fought every instinct within you, “dinner will be ready soon but we’ve got some drinks out for you both, so don’t be too long, okay?”
“mhm,” you replied, a feeble noise deep down in your throat, “we’ll come down as soon as possible.”
your dad’s footsteps retreated, and mason’s movements only got harsher, leaving you no time to be able to drop in a sarcastic comment. you brought one of your hands up to your mouth and bit down on your fingers, trying anything to muffle the sound of the scream that was inevitably going to tumble from your mouth.
“fuck, mason, i’m gonna cum!”
your boyfriend didn’t stop, wrapping his hands back around your thighs and pressing against the flesh to open you out more for him, and he looked up and watched as you fell apart on top of him. your orgasm rippled through you, sending shockwaves right down to your toes and it took you a minute to muster up the energy to pull yourself from mason’s grip.
you collapsed onto the bed, watching your boyfriend as he sat up and wiped all traces of you from his mouth. he unzipped your bag, and from it pulled out a pair of underwear, “you might wanna wear these at dinner otherwise i’ll get ideas that’ll get me thrown out of your house.”
*
mason was a tease, that much had always been painfully obvious, but when he sat up for hours with your dad long after dinner had ended, it made you frustrated. your mum had gone to bed just before you’d disapeared from the livingroom, an irritated scowl forming across your eyebrows as you watched your boyfriend smirking at you from across the room.
“well well well, isn’t this a sight to behold,” mason taunted upon entering the room, his hands grabbing your hips and rubbing his crotch against your bum as you bent over to find your skincare from your bag. “all bent over and ready for me.”
mason sensed your brattiness a mile away, and it was set in stone for him when you scoffed and clambered over to your side of the bed. he would’ve believed that you were genuinely irritated with him had it not have been for the smirk he could see in the reflection of the television, and because you wore your skimpiest and silkiest pair of pyjamas for him.
“don’t tell me you’re being a brat already, Y/N,” he said, his left eyebrow raised ever so slightly, “you know i don’t have the patience for that.”
“you should’ve fucked me when i gave you the chance after dinner then, shouldn’t you?” you asked, a raised eyebrow mimicking his expression, and he chuckled.
“oh, so you really do want to be a brat tonight, don’t you?” mason asked, and he could see the flicker of a smirk flashing up on your face, and the twinkle in your eye which just made him chuckle again. “shame, i was gonna take it easy on you tonight, let you cum a few times, but you haven’t been a good girl so i’ll have to rethink.”
your eyes were drawn to him - or rather, his dick - as he began undressing, and the hardened flesh made your mouth water. he wrapped his fingers around it, pumping himself gently so to tease you, and when you whimpered he knew he had you where he wanted you.
“come here, Y/N, might as well let you suck me off seeing as you’re gagging for it,” he goaded, “besides, you look so pretty with my dick in your mouth.”
you let out a whine, crawling towards mason on the bed until his hands braced around your hips and he lifted you from it, your legs wrapping instinctively around his waist as you manouvered through the small space. you pressed your lips to his, a pout emerging on your face when he didn’t kiss you back.
“kiss me back, masey,” you mumbled softly, trying to get him to budge by leaving small kisses along his lips, but he didn’t. “mason, please, kiss me.”
he smirked, knowing he had you right where he wanted you, and then he kissed back softly, a drastic difference to the atmosphere among you. your crotch rubbed against the zipper of his jeans, and you fought back a whimper with every hump you did, your clit already sensitive.
“stop acting like a bitch in heat,” he smushed your cheeks together between his fingers and you dropped to your feet, “if you’re gonna act like one then i’ll fuck you like one, but you’d probably like that, wouldn’t you kitten?”
you nodded, words weren’t able to leave your mouth with mason’s hand still on your cheeks, and he smirked again. your hands moved eloquently to the zip of his jeans, leaving no time wasted, and your eyes stayed on his as he conjured spit into his mouth. your tongue sat open, and he watched as the spittle transferred from his mouth to yours, dribbling down the tip of your tongue onto your chin, and down the crevice of your boobs.
you teased him, licking a stripe along the underside of his dick while pushing his jeans and boxers down his legs, swirling your tongue around his tip and gathering up the beads of pre-cum on the curve of your tongue, watching with innocent eyes as he scowled down at you. “i thought i told you i didn’t have the patience for bratty behaviour, Y/N,” he stated, a hand coming around your head to tug on your hair, “one more move like that and i won’t fuck you for a week.”
you knew better than to question him, especially when the mood was thick and tense like it was tonight, and you were far too pent up and horny to even think about not being fucked for that long. your lips instinctively wrapped around his dick, taking him as far down your throat as possible, and he watched with a twinkle in his eyes and a sultry smirk as you did so. when he hit the back of your throat and your nose hit his pubic bone, his mouth formed an O shape, the hand that was in your hair now bunching at it to keep you there. “fuck, you’re so fucking good at that,” he groaned, pulling your head back to let you get some air, “didn’t even have to ask, did i?”
you shook your head, before mason pushed it back to where it was, your nose brushing his skin. spit fell from your mouth and landed on the floor, and the noises of adjustment your throat made around his dick made it twitch.
“remember our safe word?” he pulled his dick from your mouth and watched as you heaved for air.
“tangerine,” you nodded.
“good girl,” he smiled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your mouth, “gonna let me do i what i want?”
“yes sir.”
he left another kiss to your lips before removing his hand from your hair and placing a hand either side of your face, his dick lining up with your tongue. you tilted your head back slightly so the friction of his dick sliding down your throat would feel better, and you watched as his face scrunched up in pleasure as his hips drew back and forth at a quickened pace. your throat contracted around his cock, with each drag back of your boyfriends hips causing spit to dribble from the corners of your mouth, his head constantly shifting between being thrown back and lurched forward watching you take all of him.
“holy fuck,” he groaned, drawing his hips forward until your nose hit his pubic bone, “that’s it, take it like a dirty whore, Y/N,” his thumbs massaged your cheeks, and your eyes wandered up to meet his face, your breath short and sharp from your nose as you gagged and spluttered around his dick, “like my own personal porn star, aren’t you?”
he released his dick from your mouth and you lurched forward heaving for breath, and he smirked at the effect his dick had on you - it stroked his ego. his hand wrapped into your hair and pulled your face up to look at him, and you stuck your tongue out and batted your eyelashes as you waited for him to get the hint and spit into your mouth.
“such a whore aren’t you?”
“yes, daddy,” you replied, and you watched as his body reacted to your words. his hand squeezed at your hair that little bit tighter, and he spat directly onto your tongue. you waited a moment, holding the spit proudly for him to see. “thank you, daddy.”
you got straight back to work, your lips wrapping around his head, one hand massaging his balls while the other worked on what your lips couldn’t reach. “not gonna last much longer, kitten,” he purred, “wanna cum on your tongue, gonna let me do that?”
you nodded as best you could, your head bobbing faster now with the news of a goal, and within seconds mason’s cum shot down your throat - “fuck, Y/N, holy fuck!” - and you obeyed his orders to keep it sat on your tongue.
he pulled out of your mouth, his dick still hard and already prepping for fucking you, and he kneeled down in front of you so your faces were mere centimeters from one another. you outstretched your tongue so he could see the cum sitting prettily on it, and he clasped your chin between his thumb and forefinger. the sight of you in front of him, so desperate and willing made his dick twitch. he spat in your mouth and watched as the droplets of saliva interweaved with the white liquid on your tongue, and he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. his lips smashed against yours, and in turn you shared the mix of cum and saliva between you, mason’s moans into your mouth at the taste of himself on your tongue was a sound to behold.
“gonna be a good girl and let me fuck you?” you nodded, barely able to form words. “get up on the bed then, kitten.”
you clambered up onto the bed as if it was the last thing you would do, and your silk pyjama’s practically broke at mason’s hands. his lips - along with one hand - stimulated your nipples, while the other hand rubbed against your clit, middle finger circling in short motions that had you whimpering. his dick trailed along your entrance and it had you wiggling your hips.
“stop fidgeting or else you won’t be getting fucked.” he taunted.
you quickly obeyed him, hips stilling and waiting as patiently as possible. he left you there for a minute, his hands stimulating your nipples while his mouth moved up to yours. he pushed into you and began thrusting without giving you time to adjust, filling you up so well.
his tongue slipped past your lips, and the two of you fucked while sharing saliva and the remnants of his cum on your tongue. “mason, fuck, please fuck me harder,” you cried out, wrapping a hand around his back and resting it against his shoulder blades, “please fuck me harder.”
his hands moved from your nipples, one of them trailing up to your throat to stop you from making too many loud noises. “look at you, begging to be fucked like a slut when your parents are in the next room,” his words were mumbled against your jawline but you could still make out what he was saying, “you’re such a filthy girl, hm? my filthy girl.”
your back arched as he squeezed your throat harder, your free hand coming to rest against the banging headboard, which continued to thud dully against the wall.
your wish was his command, though, as he wrapped a hand around your thigh and brought it up to use as leverage as he began fucking you harder, his dick pulling all the way out of you until all you could feel was the tip before he pushed back inside; the headboard almost slamming against the wall now.
you were making feeble noises, squeaking every time he thrusted inside you, and he pressed his forehead to yours. “so noisy and desperate, aren’t you, sweetheart? and all because of my dick?”
you cried out a strangled moan at his words, his fingers squeezing around the flesh on your neck to stop the noise from being loud, but it left you with a swarm of butterflies in your stomach.
“fuck, mason, you’re fucking me so good,” you whined, throat strained, “so fuckin’ good, please don’t stop.”
he continued to fuck you at an excruciating pace, a bead of sweat lining up between his eyebrows. he was moaning now too, his lips smashing against yours to silence the noises tumbling from his mouth.
“oh, fuck, mason ‘m gonna-”
“-wait for me.”
you weren’t sure if you could, the balloon inside of your stomach was bound sure to pop at any second and you weren’t sure you could hold off your orgasm to fit in time with his. his thrusts got sloppier and as you clenched around him, his dick twitched and you knew within seconds he would be cumming.
“please, daddy, please can i...?”
“yes, fuck yes.”
your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your body went numb as you finally succumbed to your orgasm after what felt like hours, your lips falling open in an O shape as you came with a cry of mason’s name. he spilled himself inside of you, the feeling warming you up from the inside out, and you watched as his arms shook and he collapsed on top of you at his second orgasm of the night.
he laid on your chest for a while, regaining his breath and cooling himself down as he fought the urge to fuck you again. you shifted underneath him, a telltale sign that you were beginning to get uncomfortable with his weight on top of you, and he moved, rolling off and to the side of you.
a mixture of his cum and yours trickled out of your pussy, and he swiped it up with his fingers and the pair of you watched as he pushed it back in, a gasp tumbling from your mouth.
“you did so well for me tonight, sweetheart,” he kissed your temples, “i love you.”
“i love you too, masey,” you hummed, fighting off a yawn, “lets just hope my parents never find out about this, yeah?”
“probably for the best.”
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New Rules
pairing- mason mount x (fem)reader
a/n- this is based off of new rules by dua lipa :)
warnings- slight mentions of smut, swearing, toxic relationships
One, don’t pick up the phone, you know he’s only calling cause he’s drunk and alone
Your phone sat on the counter top, the ringing sounding like a continuous alarm going off. A glass of wine in one hand, you sat and sipped the drink as you watched his name pop up on the screen for the umpteenth time of the evening. It was nearing midnight, and you knew sober Mason wouldn’t be doing that. He had gone down the same route you had, alcohol.
You knew that he was bad for you, when you dated him, he was still bad for you and even now, broken up for weeks, it would always end up the same, him getting way over the limit, ringing you until you answered, which you always did. He was now often too hungover to play in the games, you got scared that he would end up getting dropped from the team, but then again, he wasn’t your issue anymore. Which you would love to be true, Mason still had a massive hold over you.
You watched the phone ring again, rolling your eyes, you slid the answer button, accepting his call.
“Y/N?” You heard a mumble down the phone.
“Mason I thought we agreed to stop this” You spoke, putting him on speaker and leaving your phone on the countertop.
“I can’t help it. I miss you” He slurred, the alcohol taking over his body once again.
“Mason you’re drunk, go to bed” You stated.
“I know I am, doesn’t mean I don’t miss you” He replied again, you heard him take a swig of a drink, which you suspected was another beer.
“Goodnight” You spoke bluntly.
“I’m sorry” Was the last thing you heard before you hung up the phone. Releasing a deep sigh, hoping that the words you had said stuck with Mason until he was sober. You couldn’t carry on the way you were, he needed to stop.
Two, don’t let him in, you’ll have to kick him out again
A week since his last phone call, you had finally thought it was all over, you felt yourself relax after a long time. Sinking into your sofa, you looked around, any trace of Mason in your apartment had finally gone, you really thought it was over.
That was until a ring at your doorbell snapped you from your thoughts, you walked to the door, unlocking it and opening it slightly. That’s when you saw Mason’s face after weeks and weeks. You sighed deeply, opening the door a bit wider to see him fully. Stepping out of the way and letting him in without any thoughts.
“Mason what are you doing here?” You sighed, closing the door before turning to face him.
“I- I needed to come and see you, Y/N, it’s been so tough trying to stay away from you, distancing myself. i just can’t do it anymore” He stuttered before speaking again “I know you hate me and I understand that, I’m such a dick to you and I’m sorry”
“Sorry won’t cut it anymore, you treated me like complete crap and I’m not dealing with it or you any longer, I deserve better than you and I know for a fact that I do. I don’t think you realise that I spent countless nights crying because you wouldn’t tell me where you were or you were out with the “lads” when you were clubbing with other girls, you must think I’m completely stupid. Everything I did for you and that’s how I got repaid” You replied. “The amount of times I wished I would become a prettier person just to mend our relationship is beyond me”
“You never told me that” He spoke softly, referring to your last words. “I’m so sorry, you deserve better”
“I know I do, I don’t need you to tell me that, now what I want is you out of my house” Anger was bubbling inside of you as you stepped back towards the door, opening it widely and gesturing Mason out.
“Y/N can we just talk it out?” Mason spoke moving towards you.
“I have nothing to say, so goodbye Mason” You pushed his body out of the door. “Please, do not come back here”
Three, don’t be his friend, you know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning, and if you’re under him, you ain’t getting over him
How you ended up at an event with Mason you didn’t have a clue, you promised him when you were together that you would be his plus one, now here you were, dressed up all nice, watching him talk to a few friends, as you stood at the bar, a glass of champagne in your hand.
You had told the girls you were accompanying him as a ‘friend’, the girls didn’t believe you, they knew what you were like, once a few drinks were down you, it would go straight to your head and you would somehow end up with Mason at the end of the night, you hated it but you knew tonight would be no different. Neither of you could find someone new, no matter how much he hurt you, you would always go back to him. You watched him from afar, his black suit paired with golden jewellery, his white smile flashed in your direction. You wore a long black dress, a slit up one side, the same golden jewellery took over you. Anyone watching who didn’t know the story would think you were both still together. He looked ravishing, and you hated him.
Many drinks later, Mason was stood by your side, his large hand on the small of your back as he guided you towards a cab. You had drunkenly said yes to staying over at his for the night. You stumbled into the taxi and Mason got in after you. His eyes glued to you as he watched you apply another coat of lipgloss. Mason thought you were the prettiest girl in the world, despite his stupidity, he was always going to come back to you.
By the end of the night, you were pressed up against Mason’s bare chest as he gave you another mind blowing orgasm, his hands grasped your hips, His head ducked in the crook of your neck, pressing soft kisses to your skin.
“No matter how much we hate each other, we’re never going to get someone as good to each other, you’re mine and I’m yours forevermore” He spoke with a groan as he spilled inside of you. You hated to agree with him, but you knew he was right. No matter how many people you had been with, no one did it as well as Mason, he knew where you loved to be touched, he knew what got you going and he was perfect.
“I hate that you’re this good” You spoke.
“And I hate that you take me so good” He replied, pulling out of you and going to the bathroom to clean you both down.
Waking up in the morning with a banging headache was the least of your problems when you felt Mason’s strong arms around your middle and his soft snores down your ear, your naked body pressed to his own. You regretted it all, but once again, you knew that it wouldn’t be the last time that it happened.
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planning - mason mount
just a small fic as i haven’t written in ages!!
info: mason going over the top on ways to tell his family and friends that’s you are pregnant
warning: fluff 🫶🏻
you gasped as you looked at the mess on the floor. “mason mount, what on earth have you done!” there were mini football boots and small gift boxes everywhere on the floor. you set your keys down on the counter and placed your jacket on the coat hanger.
“baby your home!” he had walked out of the kitchen holding a blue gift box with a red ribbon on it. “i was just getting boxes ready for when we tell everyone we’re pregnant.” you tried to keep a straight face with him but you chuckled at what he had planned. you told him to keep it simple after he had practically begged to plan how we tell them. this was not simple.
“i thought we were just writing a small note. not this!” you scratched your head then looked at the floor, then at him, then back at the floor.
“well i thought we could make it more, personal.” you smiled at what he had just said. he looked so excited, and that made you excited. “but look at these boots!” he held a pink pair with white stripes from the other side of the room. you laughed at how happy he was over a pair of football boots. and over the fact that he was attempting to distract your from becoming angry at him for the mess. but it worked.
“they are quite nice aren’t they!” you replied. you ushered him over to give you a quick kiss. “well when are we going to tell your family?
“well i was actually thinking we could invite them over tomorrow.”
“that’s fine with me.” a grin was placed on your face as he kissed your forehead.
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Cramps and Assumptions ~~MM~~ (Dad Mason)
Summary : you get period cramps and your boyfriend rubs your back to relief the pain but it looks like something that it’s not to your dad and his team mates. Featuring Pablo Gavi
Requests are open!
Requested by @bro2-0
Having a dad who was a world renowned footballer had its perks but also well didn’t, especially when it came to relationships and even more so when his team mates like to watch your every move.
But keeping your relationship with Pablo Gavi a secret was exceptionally hard and the way your dad and his friends found out wasn’t the most ideal either because would your family be impressed if they came home from international duty’s to find your Spanish boyfriend walking around your house in just his boxers? No didn’t think so. As time went on your dad began to accept it along with his friends who still like to keep an eye on you.
You’re sat watching your dad and his Chelsea team mates at late afternoon training but you didn’t feel great, you are due your period any time now and the cramps are horrible. Hunching over holding your stomach whilst Pablo was rubbing your back trying to his best to make it less painful as he could and whispering sweet nothing into your ear. This didn’t go unnoticed by your dad and his team mates as from their prospective it looked complete different to what it was.
“What’s going on here?” Your dad asks coming over with a few of the boys “she’s in pain” Pablo smiles slightly, before your dad can say another thing you lift your head up suddenly feeling sick but that’s not what your dad realised, it was the tears streaming down your face that didn’t go unnoticed “princess what’s wrong?” Your dad asks crouching down as he does Pablo reaches over to wipe your tears away which makes you flinch away from him not because you’re scared but because it shocked you more than anything “what’s going on?” Mason asks seeing you flinch “why did she flinch?” He asks standing up and slowly getting more mad at the thought of Pablo laying his hands on you.
“I-I-I don’t know”Pablo stutters shaking his head this makes questions arise from other members of the team, getting the rest of the squads attention. Before you know it a fight has broken out and your dad has hit Pablo in the face, the both fall to the ground Pablo trying to get your dad off him whilst also trying to protect him self. The team try get your dad off Pablo and the other guys girlfriends come move you away from the commotion “it’s not his fault” you say trying not to be sick “you don’t have to defend him sweetie it’s okay” Sophia says rubbing your back “defend him from what? He’s done nothing wrong” you say looking up “but you flinched and you’re crying?” She questions “I flinched because it caught me off guard, I’m crying because I’m due my period any day and it hurts, Pablo was only rubbing my back and whispering in my ear” you say with a matter of fact by then the boys have broken it up and pushed the boys separate ways.
After everyone has cooled off and you’ve taken some pain relief you all head home, not without the Chelsea boys following. You sit with Pablo in a different car to your dad not wanting to be around him right now, Pablo assures you he’s fine and it doesn’t hurt but it definitely doesn’t look that way, whilst in the other car Sophia is Explaining to your dad what you had told him which made your dad feel insanely guilty for assuming the worst, he knew he’d had too apologise.
Once you got home you headed striaght for the bathroom which confirmed the feelings and pain you had. Once you had sorted your self out you headed back down stairs to the kitchen to find your dad apologising to Pablo along with the rest of the boys who also apologised for assuming the worst.
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mason mount masterlist
bushtucker trial o
imaginary o
a team full of uncles o
four heads are better than one o
kissin' you o
the england team o
not the last time o
spill your guts or fill your guts
just like daddy o
backstabber ft ben chilwell
calm within the storm x
instagram au
gq's couple quiz o
like i can o
spill your guts or fill your guts )
album cycles part one, part two
royal flush ft ben chilwell x
worst behavior x
mr chelsea
jealous of the man united star o
wisdom teeth o
horror house o
froot o
you're mine x
just a summer fling x
hand prints x
his girl o
attention x
supporting him o
thank your missus o
your dickhead o
anniversary o
three's never a crowd o
a fanpage of feet o
cravings o
meanie o
movie night shenanigans o
unhinged o
hate o
secret part one, part two
living together o
show business o
when worlds collide o
happy valentines o
parental experience o
family o
taking offense o
drunk confessions o
a love like ours o
the only one o
same person o
they all know now o
anytime you need me o
adore you o
flower girl and her football boys ft ben chilwell
top blaster o
day in the life o
room on the third floor ft christian pulisic x
girls night out, boys night in o
sleep with me o
stick figures o
teddy bear o
club world cup o
#mason mount#mason mount x reader#mason mount imagine#mason mount imagines#mason mount blurb#mason mount blurbs
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truly madly deeply
A fic about Mason feeling overwhelmed in the early morning light that comes through your windows.
is this based on one of the best one direction songs of all time? yes. fight me. also this is me being a literature nerd and indulging in my fantasies so really just a fic for me but you can read it too ig :)
Mason Mount x fem!reader (3.5k)
A car was driving by. The sound was faint, but still it was right there. A noise he wasn’t used to hearing when he woke up with the rising sun.
He buried his face deeper into the pillow under his head, the cotton of the bedding scratching against his forehead and cheek as he tried to escape any of the sunlight that started to fill the room.
As he buried his face more in the pillow his brows furrowed slightly at the unfamiliar scent that was clinging into the material, but the groove slowly disappeared when the image of a head of flowing hair appears before his closed eyelids and the imagined sound of a giggle trickling like a string of pearls fills his ears.
In a state between sleep and consciousness he slowly started to open his eyes, lids fluttering a few times to become used to the bright room that he yet wasn’t used to waking up in.
With eyes and mind blurry he reached to his side and smiled softly to himself when he finally felt the shape he had hoped would still be next to him when he opened his eyes.
He let his bare arm wrap around your waist, the material of the old button up you had worn to bed acting as an anchor as he pulled himself closer to you, his bare chest pressing against your back, a magnet seeking out its partner.
He felt you shift slightly, his tired eyes glued to you to see if you would join him in the world of the awake or if you prefered to keep sleeping, far out of his reach in a world that he would give all the gold in the world to just experience a second of.
After a few more minutes of savouring the feeling of your body pressed against his he finally properly opened his eyes. The blurriness was starting to fade, the messy hair on the blush pink pillowcase in front of him starting to take shape.
As consciousness started to properly wash over him in waves of comfort he suddenly remembered the feeling of her soft skin and how it had been pressed against his the night before. He remembers the feeling of her soft voice lulling him to sleep, her fingertips tracing the freckles on his chest and their legs being intertwined under the covers.
He remembered how his name fell off your lips like the most sacred prayer. The feeling of you encompassed his entire being, the only thought that travelled through his adoration-filled mind being you, you, you. He remembered how you had clung to him as pleasure had rolled over both of you, how you had kissed his neck as he gave you everything he had to offer.
The memories echoed in his mind like a chant, never evaporating or fading and he wished that they would forever be engraved into his brain, hoping to never let himself forget how you had looked and felt last night.
Like something out of a dream he never wanted to wake up from.
He was broken out of his reveries when you turned around, your face now pressed against his bare chest, your soft breath tickling his sensitiv morning skin.
Your cheeks were flushed the shape of a perfectly ripe peach, hair messy across your forehead and an indentation on your cheek from the pillow under your head.
He couldn’t even begin to think about how long he had dreamed of this; how long he had silently yearned to see you like this and to feel you against him.
It was embarrassing how long he had spent pining for you. You had always been in his peripheral, so close but alway managing to slip out of reach and he had to resolve to endless sleepless nights dreaming of you and picturing what it would feel like to have you press the softest of kisses against his chapped lips.
You had always been around, a faint ever-present shadow in his fast paced life. A face he was used to sometimes seeing in his old family home when his parents would invite your family over for dinner. He had chased you around in his back garden, scraped knees and spiderman bandaids on elbows cementing a friendship that felt like it could last a lifetime.
And he guessed that being sixteen could feel like you’ve lived a lifetime. Because suddenly he had drifted away. A bustling life of filled out stadiums replaced the grassroots he had always known. Afterparties replaced nights of sitting on the beach with his childhood mates. And along with all the changes you had slipped even further away.
And it was only a couple of months ago when he learned that you had made your way up to London. A university calling your name and pulling you away from the beaches of Portsmouth and replaced them with bustling streets and hectic schedules.
You were suddenly within reach, the girl who was a friend of the family. The pretty girl who he had hoped to kiss one night at the fair when he was fifteen. The smart girl who sneakily gave him the answers in physics. The kind girl who always made sure he was okay if he took a tumble during a game.
The pretty, smart and kind girl that he had felt slip away. It was embarrassing how he had dreamed about kissing you when you had been sixteen. But it might have been even more embarrassing that those dreams reappeared like a long lost friend. How he had laid awake at 22 just thinking about you in your own small apartment, how he could be there with you instead of laying in his own cold bed. How he could be the one to wake up with you in the mornings. How he could be the one to love you.
And now he finally had you. You were finally within reach, only a few centimetres away from him. And he wanted to scream it to the world. The most wonderful person in the world had chosen him. He was the one who got to press kisses to your shoulder and press his nose into your hair.
He could feel himself slowly sinking into a space that he hadn’t dared to venture for a long time. The thought of giving out the most sacred and vulnerable parts of him sent chills down his spine. Sharing himself with someone else wasn’t something that he was used to. He had prefered to smile for the camera and throw flirty remarks, never wanting to tell anyone the secret that kept him awake until four am or his deepest desires.
But as he laid buried beneath your blush pink sheets he suddenly wanted to tell you everything.
He wanted you to know that he still needed his mum to hug him and tell him that everything was gonna be alright when they had lost an important match. He wanted to tell you how he had had a crush on you when you were fifteen and you had given him a kiss on the cheek after he had helped you home after a party. He wanted to tell you that he wanted to have a daughter, someone who hopefully looked just like you.
He wanted to tell you everything.
And he could feel himself begin to slip. The walls around him were slowly starting to crumble, stones falling apart under your small smiles and the feeling of your nimble fingers trailing over the small bump on his nose.
The ground he had been standing on had slowly morphed itself into a sinking hole beneath his feet. The slippery ground beneath had left him clinging to the edge, his fingers sinking into the soft dirt while your voice and your eyes pulled strongly on his legs. He was slipping, the dirt beneath his fingers crumbling as he slowly but surely fell into the hole he had stored away in his heart that was solely dedicated to you.
He had fallen for you like a fool. Head over heels, feet tripping over one another as he stumbled into you, hearts swimming in his eyes and love thumbing in his heart.
And he just silently prayed that nothing would ever change. That the butterflies that roamed his stomach when you grabbed his hand never vanished. That the feeling of floating on pink clouds when you kissed him never disappeared.
But most of all he prayed that you wouldn’t change your mind. He feared that you would wake up and decide that your heart was not his to keep and that you didn’t want anything to do with his. But he longed and wished for that to never happen. He wanted you to keep him. Wanted you to hold him tightly and help him mend all the broken parts of himself.
He was truly, deeply, madly in love with you and there was nothing in the world that he could do about it, not like he wanted to change it anyway.
As he laid in the early morning sun, with your cheek pressed against his chest he pondered over the possibilities of the days, weeks, months and years to come. The probability of him actually getting to marry you one day and being able to compare the actual wedding photos to the ones that your mum kept hidden away in an old photo album of a play wedding when you were six years old.
To dedicate every goal to you and later on dedicating them to the small baby that would rest in your arms.
He would be able to introduce you to everyone he knew as his girlfriend, his fiancée, his wife, the mother of his children. He would be able to scream from every rooftop in London that you chose him. That he’s the lucky bastard that got to keep your heart safe until his days were counted.
But for now, all he would be able to do is get you your breakfast ready. He could make coffee and pour it into your mismatched mugs and scavenge your fridge to see if there would be anything he could use to make you something to eat when you eventually woke up.
He could find a small tray and put all of the things on it and carefully bring it back to your bedroom. A smile formed on his face at the thought of your squinting eyes and confused furrowed brows when you finally woke up to the tray in your lap. He pictured you slowly lifting yourself up to a sitting position, the faded button-down resting askew on your shoulders allowing your collarbones to peek out. He pictured your messy hair and flushed cheeks and he could already feel any self composure crumbling at the mere thought.
He could give you soft kisses and maybe finally muster up a smidge of courage to tell you all of the things that were glued to the tip of his tongue. He wanted to drown you in pretty words and tender touches, despite knowing that he would never be able to properly tell you how he feels.
It would be too big, his love. He would never be able to find the words to even describe a fraction of what he feels when you give him a small smile. All he would ever only be able to do would be to press kisses to your pouting lips. He would hold your hand, brush his thumb over the soft skin and squeeze it extra tight. He would be able to brush your hair for you and help you remove your makeup after nights out on the town.
That was all he would ever be able to do, and if you were happy then so was he.
He closed his eyes again and tried to freeze this moment in time. He wanted to take a picture of the small bedroom with the excess plants, pink bed sheets and stacks of books and put it in the most beautiful frame and he wanted to have it hung up on every square inch of his house. He wanted the picture to fill every crook and cranny of his mind so that he could always go back in time to relive it.
He wanted to remember how warm the little nest you had created was. How soft your skin felt underneath his rough fingertips. He wanted to keep this moment stored away in a little locket that he could take with him whenever he was forced to part from you.
He wanted to be able to look back at his forever, even if you didn’t want to keep him forever. He wanted to be able to recall the love he felt in the moment even if you decided that it wasn’t him you wanted to wake up next to in the pink clouds. He wanted to remember the love he had for you even if you didn’t have it for him.
He didn’t know what he would do with himself if at any point in time he wouldn’t be the one who got to peel the matted pieces of hair off of your forehead while you were still far away in the land of dreams. He didn’t want to think about another guy who got to hold you and breathe in the comforting smell of your shampoo.
But what would hurt him most of all would be if there would still be that small smile present on your lips if you laid with someone else. If you sought comfort from someone other than him, if another name fell from your lips with the same tenderness that he heard when you spoke his.
He truly hoped with the entirety of his beating heart that he wasn’t just a pass-time. That he wasn’t just there to keep you company on nights where the small apartment seemed a bit too lonely or when eating dinner by yourself got too boring. He didn’t know what he would do if one day you didn’t allow him access into the small apartment or if you didn’t want to visit his house anymore. If you one day decided that you could do better or that he wasn’t worth the hassle that came with being in a relationship with him.
Because maybe it didn’t mean that much to you. But to him it was everything. Being the one on the receiving end of your texts that popped up whenever you spotted a cat on your way to work or being the one who got to listen to your rants about books about topics that he couldn’t wrap his head around written by authors who he had never heard about. The feeling of your hand locked with his when you walked down the street, trying your hardest to stay clear of any prying eyes or lightning strikes from cameras. It was everything and he didn’t know how he would ever go without it.
“Good morning,” a soft voice pulled him out of his daydreams. He hadn’t noticed his eyes closing again in the midst of his thoughts circling you but at the sound of your morning voice they shot open, honey pools quickly landing on yours that were looking up at him from where you were perched on his chest.
Your chin was resting on your hands that laid flat on his chest. Your eyes were still heavy, small amounts of sleep stocked away on your lash line and he wanted to remove them with gentle fingers but he couldn’t trust himself to not be too aggressive. A constant fear when it came to you.
“Good morning,” he smiled back, one of his hands coming up to rub circles on your back under the soft covers.
“Are you okay?” You asked softly, your brows pulled into a small frown, “you seem a little lost.”
His heart started to sing at your attentiveness; your need to make sure he was okay, even at eight thirty in the morning making a rose blush paint his cheeks and nose.
“Yeah,” he mumbled and leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead, “I’m just fine.”
Your eyes squinted as you tried to detect any mistruth in his words but you only found hearts swimming in his eyes and felt the erratic beating of his heart under your hands.
“You know I read something the other day,” you started again after a few moments of silence where you simply basked in the presence of the other and the morning sunlight.
“Hm?” He asked and let his head fall back in the pink cloud underneath it, his eyes closed at the feeling of your delicate finger tips starting to draw small shapes on his skin, a smile drawing on his face when he detected a heart and both of your initials.
“It’s John Keats,” you started, voice small as you prepared to bear your heart to the boy in front of you.
“Ahh,” he started to laugh a bit as if he sensed your nerves, “good old Keats.”
You started to giggle at his words as well and pressed a small kiss to the skin on his chest before continuing, “he wrote it in a letter to his lover Fanny Brown.”
He opened his eyes again and lifted his head slightly to look down at you, your eyes shying away from his stare.
“Let me hear it then,” he whispered and lifted his hand to move some of your hair behind your ear, his rough fingertips dancing over the softness of your apple cheeks.
“He wrote,” your voice was small as you gathered courage to look up at him, his warm brown eyes filing you to the brim with emotions, “‘I cannot capture your grace in words; I am profoundly enchanted by the flowing complexity of you.’” You trailed off with a small smile on your face, “and that’s kinda how I feel about you.”
He could feel the love flow through his veins as you uttered those words. To think that you, the girl he had been in love with since he was fifteen, thought about him when you read beautiful poetry. That he seemingly filled as much in your head as you filled his. That the love that filled his heart was also filling yours.
“Really?” He asked softly, tears starting to form in his eyes and he didn’t think he could blame the bright morning sun.
You just nodded softly before kissing his skin again and savoured the feeling of his hand coming up to massage the back of your neck.
“You remember that movie we saw the other day?” He asked, his voice strained with all the emotions that he thought he could ever experience.
Your brows furrowed as you tried to recall the movie that had played on your small TV while you had been snuggled into his side under the covers with his lips pressing kisses to your lips, cheeks, chin and wherever else they could reach.
“Emma?”
“Yeah,” he said and coughed slightly to cover his nerves and let his eyes wander to the book on your shelf with the same title. “There was a line in it that reminded me of you as well.”
“Really?” Your eyes lit up at his confession, the look in your eyes making him want to kiss you for the rest of his life.
“I believe it goes,” he closed his eyes as he tried to recall the words that he had heard as your lips had kissed his neck, the moment and the words matching like the moment had been created by the gods and it had been written in the stars since the dawn of time, “I cannot make speeches, if I loved you less I might be able to talk about it more.”
The room remained quiet in the moments following his confession and he dreaded having to open his eyes, afraid of what might be waiting for him.
But his worries were erased like a word from a page when he felt your lips press the smallest and loveliest of kisses to his mouth, the small action conveying everything that was said and simultaneously left unsaid between the two of you.
You pulled away and mumbled his name softly, so softly that he had no choice but to open his eyes and look into yours as you had lifted yourself up slightly so your face hovered over yours.
“I love you,” you whispered, waiting with a bearing breath for him to react.
A beaming grin started to form on his face as soon as the words hit him and he wanted them to stay with him like a lipstick stain on a shirt. He wanted the words tattooed on his brain until he was dull and grey and couldn’t tell his left from his right. He wanted to hear the words come from your lips every moment of every day.
“I love you too,” he whispered back and rolled you over so he hovered over you with his face buried in your neck as your giggles started to fill the room.
But he knew that the three words would never be quite enough. He would never be able to tell you how truly, madly deeply in love with you he was.
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Mine, forever- Mason mount 💐
I'm back!!! So happy to finally be back writing, I am so sorry for the long hiatus... I just needed some time away from social media to clear my head but now I'm back with more ideas than ever 😊 This one is random but super cute and fluffy! I am a little rusty from writing so this isn't my best but I really hope you all enjoy... love you guys 🧡
(This GIF is random but I just love how cute and fluffy he looks...)
Summary- When Mason tells you he told his mum that you were his date to the wedding, you immediately say no... but after thought and a deep conversation with your best friend... would being Mason Mounts girl be that bad...
You knew there was something up with him from the second he entered your flat. His eyes barely looking at you as he mumbled a quite hello, eyebrows furrowed together to which you know from your 6 years of friendship meant he was nervous.
“What have you done now?” You sighed, watching as he threw himself dramatically on the sofa hands covering his face like he complementing all of his life choices. “Had an argument with Ben again?” You questioned, to which he shook his head “a dirty tackle in training..?” Again your suspicions were met with a shake of a head. “Got a girl pregnant?”
His head shot up with disgust as he glared at you “what the fuck (y/n)? No! Of course not!”
“Then why the sour face..?” You laugh, not understanding your best friend’s dramatics “you haven’t had an argument, your not in trouble with the team… not got a girl pregnant” you had to sniffle a laugh as he side eyed you once more “what possibly could be worst than that, mase?”
His head fell back once more as his hands squished his face, mumbling a response in his palms that you could barely make out. “What was that again, captain?” His lips pulled slightly as you spoke the nickname you had used since his first captaincy in youth games, but that was quickly changed to a frown as he realised he still had to tell you.
“I may have told my mum I was bringing you along to the wedding” he breathed out all in one, voice shaking as he looked over to you where you were stood even more confused than before.
“Okay…” you spoke, voiced laced with confusion “what’s so wrong with that?”
“She asked if I had a plus one…”
“And you said I was going with you as your plus one…” you said calmly, trying your best to piece together why he was shook up over something that you knew about. Your eyes pierced his as you watched him wince, realisation suddenly hitting you “you said we were going as friends right?”
His head dipped down as he stared at his feet, to scared to look up at the horror on your face. “Mason tony mount, please tell me you didn’t?” You sighed, already knowing what’s next.
“I told her you were my date..” he groaned, hating saying the words out loud to you, just as much as he hated seeing your face scrunch up in disgust. “Mason…” you groaned back, throwing yourself down on the couch next to him, your hands now covering your own face.
“I’m sorry!”
“let me get this straight” letting go of your face, you looked at his dark hazel eyes trying to piece together why he told the worst lie he could ever have done “you told your mom you had a date to bring to the wedding when she asked, even when you could’ve just said that you’re just bringing a friend—me!—along with you.”
Nodding, he looked at you sheepishly “...i didn’t want my aunties to bully me again because i was single. they were ruthless at the last wedding.”
“You could have told the truth tho mase!” You scr each, throwing your hands up “you could of just said you don’t have a date but was bringing me as your friend!”
“They would have still rinsed us tho!” He argued back, trying his best to convince you even when he hasn’t convinced himself that this was not as bad as it seemed “They would have seen you next to me and questioned us all night! Atleast this way we don’t get questioned… I’ve done us a favour really”
Sitting up, you clapped your hands together taking him slightly off guard “oh sounds like a great plan Mason!” You laugh “perfect even… there’s just one thing your forgetting!”
“What?”
“We are not fucking dating!!!” You scream, causing him to flinch “what the hell is wrong with you! Why would you make things even more complicated than they are?!”
Ever since you’ve been friends your families have been rooting- begging even- for you to get together, his being a little more intense than yours! They could see the chemistry a mile away, even before you and Mason could. It wasn’t that you wasn’t attracted to the Chelsea star, your were head over heels for him, almost as much as he was for you. You were each others weaknesses and as much as you wanted to fall even further for him, you refused to get involved in his crazy world of screaming fans and the media. So you did the one thing you wished you never did- put him in the friend zone… a strong, painful friendzone! & it was going well… until he just ruined it!!
“You are overreacting now, (y/nn)” he huffed, feeling a bit deflated by your reaction “it’s one day, one day where we have to act like we are in love… which shouldn’t be hard to do” although his voice faded out at the end of the sentence you heard him crystal clear, causing a dramatic sigh to leave your lips.
Mason watched as you covered your face, for a moment he was able to see the tears brim your eyes causing his heart to break. He knew how hard it was for you deny your feelings- although they were clear to everyone & he understood why you didn’t want to get involved romantically with him although he though that you would be unstoppable together and he would protect you from the hard side of his world! But that didn’t mean your reaction didn’t hurt…
Kneeling down in front of you, he placed his hand gently on your knee causing you to peer at him from in between your fingers “we don’t have to you know…” he whispered softly, not wanting to catch you off guard “I’m sorry- It’s my fault for dragging you into this mess, especially since you don’t want to get involved with me in the first place”
The tremble and purity in his voice made your heart melt as you gazed up to him “you know it’s not because of that mase..”
“Then what is it…?” He pushed gently, eager to her your thoughts.
“It’s just when… if… I go with you as your ‘date’ I’m going to feel what it’d be like to be your girlfriend“ you sniffled, glancing up at him once more with tears in your eyes “I don’t know if my heart can handle it knowing it’ll only be a day and I can’t be it forever…”
Not being able to handle the urge any more, he wraps his arm tight around you allowing you to let silent tears fall on his sweatshirt. Once he knew you were calming down he allowed your head to rest on his shoulder, only then allowing his voice to break the silence “would it be bad tho?…”
“What?” You whispered back
“Being my girl forever…” his voice was the most vulnerable you had ever heard it, even after a loss you had never heard him speak with so much brokenness “is it really that bad for me to love you so open??”
You wanted to scream no… that you’ve never wished for anything more than to be his and only his. To be able to watch his matches with much more than just your best friends name on your back. To be able to take him to family occasions without questions, to be able to kiss him so openly in front of your friends, family and the world… but you couldn’t…
“Yes…” you whispered so lightly so lightly you were afraid he wouldn’t hear, but as his arms tightened around you, you knew he had “it would be awful Mason… ”
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Since that day the wedding hadn’t been brought up since. Mason decided to tell his mum that you weren’t able to make it after all, while you decided to avoid Mason at all costs. Whenever he planned to come round you would make an excuse as to why he shouldn’t, Everytime he rang youd just as quickly make sure that it didn’t take longer than 5 minutes. He knew you were avoiding him on purpose, of course he did! He knew you better than you knew yourself, but that almost meant he knew you were just as desperate see him as he was to see you & it would only be time until you’d crack… little did he know you’d crack sooner rather than later!
“I don’t know if I can do this Lauren…” you sighed, holding the dress you had carefully picked for the wedding which was taking place in just 3 hours time “what if he’s already got someone else to go with him now!”
“Oh behave (y/n)!” Lauren laughed as she rocked Jude gently “that boy wouldn’t have anybody else as his wedding date but you… fake or not!”
Even after her words of comfort your hand still trembled against the silk fabric, your mind running with what ifs and maybes “what are you so scared off?” She spoke in a soft motherly voice as if she was talking to her own “falling in love with him?”
“No..” you sighed, sitting down on the edge of your bed, the camera on face time now only being able to catch the small crown of your head “I’m well past that point Lauren, I’m already in love with him..”
“Then why are you afraid?”
“He’s… him” you mumbled, glancing over to your vanity to where a picture of you and mase was sat. It was from the champions league after party, his hand wrapped around your waist as his medal was displayed proudly against your neck each of you holding an ear of the famous trophy “I’m not good enough for him… I don’t fit into that world!”
“I you think I fit into dec’s” Lauren smiled back “god (y/n)! I’m not a made name or a famous model, but he loves me… just like Mason loves you!”
“But what if we don’t work?” Your voice cracked as you spoke the possibility “what if it fails and we end up running what we have…” that’s always been your main fear, losing him. Not only because you don’t fit into his crazy world but also because you not good enough for him… or that’s what you think.
“You won’t!” Lauren cooed “you are perfect for eachother, I know it, dec knows it! Your whole family knows it, even Mason knows it… and deep down you do too! Go to that wedding, pretend to be his date and then follow your heart… if that’s to go back to being friends or more! Let your heart choose..”
You knew if you went to this wedding as his date there was no going back, there was no way you’d only be able to hold him, cuddle up to him, even place your lips on his (if needed to) for only one day!
“I can do this!” You breathed out, holding the dress in front of you “ I can do it!”
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The second you arrived at the venue you spotted him, even when there was a huge group of people outside all wearing similar tux’s… you knew which one was your Mason!
You could already see his aunties huddled around him, nosy looks on there faces only telling you that they were doing the one thing that Mason didn’t want to happen… quizzing him on his love life! Even from here you could see the discomfort on his face, his eyebrows furrowed together as his hands messed with the edge of his navy blue tie- the same colour as the dress lauren helped you pick out! Not being able to let him struggle for much more, you hopped out your car with shaky hands, making your way over to save your boyfriend for the day.
“So your single?” His aunt asked, causing Mason to wince at her bluntness not really knowing what to say. “Sort off- no… I’m..” he wanted to mention you, just like he did to his mum but he couldn’t do that to you again. His aunt was just about to speak again when a hand was placed on his shoulder and the scent of your strawberry tinkled his senses.
“Hi… I’m so sorry for being late!” You breathed out, from anybody else’s ears they would of thought you ran over but to Mason he knew it was nerves that was causing your voice to shake. His cheeks turned crimson as you leant up to him,before you could stop yourself your lips touch his cheek in a subtle PDA greeting “the traffic was crazy and I couldn’t find a parking space, it was a nightmare!”
“Your here now tho” Mason smiled down to you; placing his arm around your shoulder as he pulled you slightly “that’s all that matters!” His eyes gazed straight back into yours, nothing but love and gratitude in them.
Impatiently his aunts cleared there and throats, causing you to break from your moment & that’s when it came reality in what this really was. “Aunt Jane. Aunt sue. This is (y/n), my fr-“
“Girlfriend…” you cut in, causing his eyes to grow wide alongside his aunties “it’s really lovely to finally meet you both…” from the side of your eyes you could see the big grin on his face and for the moment it felt like you could say it forever!
“Oh my goodness, we know who you are sweetheart!” His aunt gasped, grabbing you into a hug “we have been rooting for the two of you for years… you’ve got to tell us everything!”
Mason was just about to open his mouth when you cut him of once more “I’m so sorry for the wait, it’s been my fault…” looking up to him, you give him a soft smile “I didn’t want to ruin what we had before, but then I realized we can have so much more… as-long as we stick together!”
“You’ve got nothing to apologise for darling… your both together and that’s the important thing!”
Grabbing your hand, he squeezed it tight looking down at you with adoration “The wait was worth it in the end”
Once his aunts got enough gossip out the two of you, it was finally time to head into the church. Leaving you and Mason to walk in alone- hand in hand!
“What’s this about..?” Mason whispered in your ear as he sat down next to you. Although he loved your little surprise entrance he couldn’t help but be confused into what has happened.
“You needed me..” you whispered back, looking into his hazel eyes “and what fake girlfriend would I be if I left you here alone…” His chest rumbled lightly as he tugged you closer to him. “Your amazing you know that?” He grinned, pecking your temple gently as if he forgot it was all fake “plus you look absolutely incredible today.. could barely breathe when I looked down at you- prettier than the bride I swear!”
“Mason!” You gasp, smacking his chest gently as you looked around to make sure no heard his words “you can’t say that!”
“Yes I can!” He laughed “especially when my girl looks like this!”
Looking at him with a twinkle in your eye you smirked “I’m only your girl for a day tho champ, don’t get lost in your thoughts!”
“Does it have to be tho??”
“Be what?” You questioned, furrowing your eyebrows together in slight confusion
“For a day… could you not be my girl forever?” The same vulnerability as last week flashed in his eyes “please (y/n) , let me love you in the open? Would it be that bad?” This time you couldn’t say it would
Just as the lights dimmed and the sound of the wedding march began, you moved his cheek to the side planting an awaiting kiss onto his lips. Even tho it was just a peck, the fireworks shot off between you too leaving you desperate for more…
“No Mase…” you whispered softly squeezing hand tight “it would perfect!”
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romance oblivion
pairing: mason mount x fem!reader [she/her]
warning(s): angst?
summary: the one where feelings are no longer mutual
author's note: something short to get myself out of my writer's block. my requests are open if anyone wants to send a request or two <;3.
In the second hour of the day everyone and everything seemed well settled in the night. The neighbours' music and lights were off by midnight, the streets beyond the estates quiet and deserted of traffic and commotion, all while the animals of the day decided to retire until the early hours of dawn returned in the following hours.
Yet in the early hours of the day, Mason and Y/N were mildly awake. Still dressed in party attire from earlier, resting comfortably in Mason's conservatory. Under a dim light, surrounded by the dark of the night, they entertained themselves with their slurred jokes from fogged minds, dancing with a lack of care and laughter that occasionally brought them out of their fatigue.
Here was Y/N and Mason, friends who were openly intertwined with one another. From the way they spoke to one another, from the way they were able to spend time together outside of normal hours, the way they chose to compose themselves in the privacy of their friendship compared to in front of others—which was all the same—it was difficult to expect anything other than an honest friendship that would see years and milestones to come.
Tilting her head she focused her gaze upon the individual on the other side of the coffee table. She asked, "Tell me, Mason: how are you?"
He offered his friend a wondering look. "How am I?" Mason had to repeat the question to himself. For the time since they settled in the space, their conversations had only known laughter and unserious behaviours. The shift in conversation was more than sudden to him.
She rolled her eyes as she laughed a bit. "Yes! I don't see anyone else here to ask."
Mason reached his hand back to scratch the nape of his neck. He let his sight wander away from Y/N. "Well... I don't know what to say," he exhaled, leaning his head rightward. It was a simple question to answer, sure. Though returning his eyes to Y/N's unfazed gaze—a look demanding and pronounced, a look purposely in his vision—he felt the need to deliver. He sighed as his face relaxed back into a smile. "I feel like you know everything about me already."
And he was right to think so 'cause for the most part, it was true. Considering they had been friends since the beginning of time, they lived near one another and their friendship included but wasn't limited to personal and intimate conversations, it wasn't a surprise that they knew enough about one another just as they did themselves.
"C'mon, Mase. There has to be something I don't know about," Y/N said as her face opened up further, her eyebrows lifting slightly. She mentioned in a small voice, "Let's not point out the elephant in the room."
In fact, here was Y/N and Mason, friends and ex-partners who were openly intertwined with one another.
While exes they chose to remain friends—incredible friends even. After two years of dating, they knew it was time to let each other go romantically to preserve all they already had. Their break-up, as unfortunate and tragic as it was, was necessary and understandable; they wanted different things for one another and themselves, leaving them feeling unsupported in the relationship that was initially nurturing.
As always they were patient and kind and gentle. To themselves, to one another, to the process of returning to a friendship that actually never faded away. Nothing was irrational, arguments were limited to nothing and feelings were preserved on both sides.
"I mean..."
Watching Y/N eating with a lack of care, focusing her sight upon him, her legs raised at ease on the coffee table, slightly undone in front of him. She made it clear that she was comfortable being around him as a friend, as an ex and as a friend again. She was clear of him. She no longer thought about him until her mind ran dry of thoughts to explore. She no longer held valid nor romantic feelings for Mason.
Yet here Mason was. Watching Y/N like his own reflection, struggling to form words from his distant thoughts, uncertainty every time he spoke up, observing her every action with changeless admiration and longing. For her, for something more with her—whether worthy or not of it. He had been trying to move on, trying to focus his thoughts on someone else, anything else though his attempts weren't enough.
From the time they had ended their relationship up until now, Mason still wasn't over Y/N... and she didn't even know, both not even in the slightest way.
So Mason had to say, shrugging through a now pained smile. "Nothing, nothing has changed for me... Same old, same old, you know."
And though he wanted to say more—to express himself, to say hear me out or let's give us one more chance—he knew he couldn't so he didn't. Not only for Y/N's peace of mind but for his. After all, before they were lovers, even before they were ex-partners, they were rightfully friends. A friendship that had always been around and uniquely theirs. Y/N was his friend, and Mason would never compromise that for his own gains.
That left Mason stuck somewhere in a place where he would be alone and without Y/N. Somewhere he would continue wanting and yearning for someone who no longer desired him. Somewhere he would continue falling for Y/N with nothing to break his fall. And his most devastating reality, somewhere he would continue to fall for Y/N while she no longer would for him but rather for someone else.
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Could you do something for Mason about Reader being insecure and self conscious ?
of course i could for you! this is one of the topics i like to explore but this time's with a twist whooo sorry for the long wait thooo mason's latest absence is what drives me to finish this up bcs i miss him :(
beauty
it's only supposed to be a trip back to his hometown, portsmouth, and a little visit to his childhood friend's house. but the sister's insecurity changes everything.
mason mount x female!reader
word count: 1.6k
tw: physical insecurities, degradation of self-images, self-concious, minor mention of online bullying
note: another old prompts out from the vault! aforementioned twist is the brother's best friend trope and some parts are mildly inspired by colin and penelope's story of bridgerton the book ("romancing mr. bridgerton"). but as usual, i happen to write at dawn so ofc this is not proof-read.
“what are you doing?”
it was early morning, nearing dawn even. mason woke up for a bathroom break, only to find his best friend’s sister already standing in front of the mirror. from her posture, mason could only guess you were trying to put on contact lenses.
why so early in the morning? especially when tomorrow the family—including mason, whom the family had unofficially adopted since primary school—had the agenda to go and see the local festival from the morning, so they all could get the once-in-a-year sightings, both of the sight and food.
you immediately froze at mason’s voice, your limbs awkward from getting caught red handed in action. “uh… putting on the contact lenses?”
“since when do you wear one?”
“never?”
gone was his need to pee. this young lady in front of him was certainly more fascinating. “why start now? doesn’t it feel weird?”
you let out a deep sigh, officially giving up your futile attempt to wear the damned clear magic rubber. “they say beauty is pain, you know?”
mason leaned against the door frame of the small bathroom, hands tucked inside the pockets of his trainers. “still doesn’t answer my initial question, though.”
you’d cleared up your station when you turned around your body to face him. “it’s because of you.”
despite leaning, your words definitely caught his attention that he couldn’t help but stand straighter, his face contorted into confusion by the accusation. “what did I do?”
you winced as your hands placed your glasses on their designated place. were you hurt somewhere? he thought.
“did you see twitter today?”
mason’s whereabouts would always be the talk of town. literally and figuratively speaking. he was a buzz when the small town of Portsmouth noticed his presence back to town for a short visit—his annual short visit to your family because it’d always been the tradition, besides his other casual trips to see his mum—so he was definitely going to be a buzz around internet town.
“there’s a reason why I don’t use twitter anymore,” how mason remained calm in this condition supposed to spook you, because he was almost always boisterous, but you realised maybe it was because he was more experienced in handling spotlight. good game, bad game, good look, bad look—he’d had the taste of it all. “but enlighten me. what did I do?”
“well, not what you did. it was rather the press and your fans,” while you weren’t the brightest, happy-go-lucky kind of girl, sighing that deep and that much still didn’t sit well on mason’s ears. “they were saying mean things about how ridiculous I looked beside you.”
the birdy app must’ve caught his sightings while he was out for a lunch with your family. he did take several pictures with passing fans in between waiting for a seat to your family’s favourite restaurant, but netizens could’ve twisted reality into a selling story. especially when the rest of the world didn’t know he was so close to your family because he was always over at your house since primary school, attached to your brother by the hip from then on.
especially if any of the papz or creepy fans taking pics from a far took a notice of him being alone with you when you both took the liberty to come up to the cashier after the rest of your family was seated. not because they were kind, but they were the closest to the front desk.
it made sense now.
but somehow it didn’t.
because at that exact moment, as you were standing in front of him without make up and only helped by the bright light of the bathroom, mason could see anything but ridiculous looking woman.
you might not sport a luxurious piece of clothing because it wasn’t your preference but you always have a nice, modest style that was simple but clean. you might not also be the kind of woman who pampered your self in a beauty clinic every two weeks but your hair was always styled nicely, and your face and hair glowed healthily.
you were averse of body-fitting clothes because that style once hurt your lower lymph node so you’d always don on baggy fits, but you were now standing in front of him in a loose lingerie top and a tennis shorts—at the break at the dawn, no less—yet you looked stunning in the most natural way.
mason even dared to say that he liked you better with those spectacles on because it gave you the impression of a smart look. like pretty and smart look, not the nerdy smart appeal. he could even appreciate the blue ring that surrounded your orbs, beautifully enhancing the colour of your eyes.
it didn’t make sense to him, too, that he only realised how breath-taking you looked now, despite having known you for years. he noticed you weren’t so much different from the lunch, he could only point out some of your features lacking the make up product needed. and you looked even good when your hair was ponytailed like right now, which was a style hard to pull off, if mason was being completely honest.
it didn’t make sense to him that he was only seeing this now. yes, your family bore good looking genes and all but he never recognised you being attractive in the least glamorous way. and he found himself liking the reality more than he thought he should.
no, nope. damn it, you were his best friend’s sister. he watched you grow up alongside him—acnes, broken hearts, and all. he couldn’t possibly like you more than that.
couldn’t he?
“they must be blind,” was all mason could say as a reply. if he said a word more, he would’ve broken down a dam.
“you say that because you’re friends with my brother,” you shook your head in a very dissatisfied manner. “he would’ve cut you off if you said the otherwise.”
“trust me, I’ve seen models and celebrities and you don’t fall short to them,” mason tried to shrug off his shoulder cooly, not wanting to spill some of his internal thoughts. “have a faith in yourself.”
“easy for you to say when you’re the one every girl fawns over,” you chuckled bitterly as you gathered your belongings now. “try becoming me who no one dates.”
if they were talking another topic, mason would’ve liked to cover the whole no-boyfriend thing because wow, apparently everyone was blind, huh? but that would’ve been out of topic and mason had to ground himself back to earth.
he still couldn’t hide his exasperation, though. “why is it so hard for you to believe me?”
“because I really look like what they described. horrendous, like modern Ursula,” but you were also desperate for mason to see your concern. “thank god your fans didn’t dig up my past to find an old picture of me wearing braces. what a field day that would’ve been.”
you were busy putting together your beauty kit that you didn’t realise mason had fallen into a silent tirade. not until suddenly you heard your name being called, in the lowest bass mason had ever mustered—even lower when the time you saw him reprimanding your brother for being a stupid jerk to their fellow classmate, poor girl—and you could feel shivers running down your back.
you turned your body slowly because you swore a horror movie wasn’t more eerily frightening than that. combined that with the fact she had to face a fuming mason mount, who was no longer leaning against the door frame, you knew you were fucked.
you would so much rather have the handsome, chirpy mason mount back. the one who everyone falls for. which meant it included you, unfortunately. maybe you were the most unfortunate one because you had been crushing on him since your puberty days and yet you couldn’t say anything, afraid it would make your brother’s relationship strained or it would make the atmosphere awkward when he was your mother’s favourite.
“yes?”
you tried to sound brave, like mason cutting in the distance between the two of you didn’t make your heart leaping, both from the earlier fear and from the close-up sight of mason’s gorgeous features. the latter always made your knees busted.
“shut up.”
and shut you up, he did. he cupped your face rather harshly that you gasped, because his soft skin on your face was a complete contrast, but maybe it was to distract the fact he brought your face closer to you afterwards, eliminating the distance between both of your lips.
maybe you gasped because you didn’t have the chance to digest the reality.
maybe you gasped because you couldn’t believe this. mason mount was kissing you, for god’s sake. and he felt exactly like what you thought he would taste like—soft, gentle, but urgent like a bad boy trying to prove something to you. which in a way, it was like that.
maybe you gasped because it felt so damn good, better than your dirtiest fantasies involving him. surely none of those included the scene where he pushed you off against the white wall in these small four walls, coaxing your mouth open so he could taste you further, his tongue didn’t waste a chance when you granted him access because he needed you to feel you were beautiful and needed and fantastic.
he needed you to know that if you pulled away at that moment, he would feel utterly disappointed because you were beautiful inside and out, literally and figuratively, that he was addicted to the first taste. and god, were they right about the first taste of the forbidden fruit.
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Mason gives you a surprise date night to remind you how much he appreciates you
Your relationship and love life had took the backseat for a while with Mason, as he focused on getting back to full fitness and back to football. He had entered camp and often didn’t get home until late at night and was gone by the time you had woken up the next morning. You had told your friends how difficult it was but you couldn’t bare to leave him while he was like this, you knew being with a footballer you were onboard with the highs and the lows. Mason knew that you were feeling neglected but would never say it to him, so after his first minutes on the pitch happened, he surprised you with a date night at a hotel, during international break. There were rose petals on the bed, your favourite wine on ice and many massages lined up for you during your stay. You both got into the hot tub with wine in hand, he made a toast for you and thanked you for being by his side. ‘I know it hasn’t been easy, but I just want you to know how much I appreciate you and love you’ he says. You share a kiss, which made all those worries disappear.
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Fine Line
Summary: ‘He didn’t want to understand, because to understand means talking about it, and talking about it will make them realise that it be best if they let one another go as they weren’t right for one another.’
Song: Fine Line by Harry Styles
Quote: ‘He was mesmerised by her.’
A/N: Not proof read - this is a very short blub.
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Mason stared at her from where he was sitting on his bed. He was clad in a pair of black boxers, legs spread slightly apart, and hands intertwined together, hanging between his legs as his arms rested on his thighs as he just watched her.
He was mesmerised by her.
She was dancing like the world wasn’t watching in front of him, dressed in only his shirt and one of his white boxers. Her hips were swaying to the slow music that came from the record player next to her and her eyes were closed as she danced around the discarded clothes on the floor surrounding her.
He couldn’t understand, in fact, he didn’t want to understand.
He didn’t want to understand how one moment they could be madly in love, then screaming at each other’s throat, then fucking one another raw and then…and then being like this.
He didn’t want to understand, because to understand means talking about it, and talking about it will make them realise that it be best if they let one another go as they weren’t right for one another.
And Mason didn’t want to let her go, not yet at least.
He be fine with a few more screaming matches that lead to them falling into bed. And he be fine watching her dance in front of him like the world didn’t exist around them.
He be fine, in fact he be alright, with all of that happening for a bit longer if he could just have her all to himself for a few more weeks.
“I can really hate you sometimes,” was one of the things she muttered under her breath when they walked through the front door earlier that day. They just been out for a few drinks with his friends, and he didn’t like the way one of his friends eyed her.
It lead to them him pushing her out of the bar to scream at her from the side of the road, and then she muttered that, and it made Mason’s heart break. But he knew it was trye. The two of them could hate the other one sometimes – and that’s not what love was supposed to be, you weren’t ever supposed to hate the other.
You were meant to love the other, even through all the hard times.
But they didn’t have enough love for each other anymore, and that was something Mason had to expect and be alright with.
He raised from the bed, his muscles flexing as he stretched his arms up to the ceiling to let out a small yawn before he made his way to his girl. He wrapped his arms round her waist, and gently tugged her into his chest.
His lips found it’s place at her neck as they both swayed slowly to the music. S
She hums, eyes remaining closed as she allowed herself just to breath in this moment.
“Why can’t it always be like this,” she whispers, and Mason wished it was. He wished their love was always this gentle, that their love was always this simple. That they could just forever stay swaying to music with one another in their arms and call it love.
He wished it was all that simple.
But it wasn’t, not for them at least.
“Me too, baby, me too,” he whispers make. “You know…you’re like the sun. You’re just always shining.” His lips went up to her ear, allowing her to hear everyone of his whispers very carefully. His eyes quickly flickered over to the bed to think that maybe they should just go there instead.
That he should just lay her down and spread her open so they could forget all their problems again. But this wasn’t healthy. Their relationship wasn’t healthy. They were tearing one another apart and he needed to save them; save her.
So with a shaky breath he tells her, “and I love you very much, but I think it’s time I let you go.”
She spins around in his arm, staring up at him with wide, teary eyes, questioning him if this was what he really wanted. And he wanted nothing more to say he was joking and that they should both go to bed.
But he knew he shouldn’t lay next to her any longer if the two wasn’t happy.
His hands went up to her face, cupping them softly as he gave her a sad smile. “You deserve better than this. I don’t want to break you. But this relationship is hurting you...I-I can see it, and it hurts me to think that I’m the reason for your pain…so I got to let you go, sunshine. I just got to.”
She shakes her head and Mason leans forwards to press his lips to the top of her head, reassuring her it’s okay.
He pulls back, and just stares at her.
He stares into the eyes of the person he once got to call his.
He stares into the eyes of the person he learnt to love.
He stares into the eyes of the person that wasn’t his anymore.
“We’ll be alright,” he utters to her, “we’ll be just alright.”
And despite not wanting to understand…he did for her.
And despite not wanting to let her go, he did…because he loved her.
And they will be alright.
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Winner
pairing - mason mount x (fem)reader
plot - y/n plays for the women’s national team, scoring the winning goal for the euro final
genre - fluff
It felt like time had stopped for a few seconds as the ball hit your feet and you had no choice but to shoot, two of the other teams defenders racing towards you. You hit the ball, praying to god that it was going to go in. The ball went in slow motion, making its way towards the net.
The eruption of cheers is what made you snap from your trance, the ball had slipped from the goalkeepers hands, hitting the back of the net with such force.
You couldn’t believe your eyes. The girls shouting your name all bounding over to you, in which you took off in a run, celebrating your goal. You had done it, you had scored the winning goal of possibly the biggest game of your life. Leah Williamson instantly took you into her arms, lifting you up from the ground, giving you the biggest hug you had ever felt. The rest of the girls doing the same, all of them cheering at you and hugging you tightly.
The last 10 minutes of the game dragged on, the stress to make sure that the opposing team didn’t score again. Trying to keep the win to your side, not wanting your near win snatched away.
When the final whistle blew, your heart dropped. You had done it. You had won. You instantly tan for Leah, your closest friend in the squad, engulfing her in the biggest hug you ever could.
Mason was watching in the stands. Cheering alongside his teammate Phil Foden, however his eyes were struck on you. You scored the winning goal, bringing you to be the European Winners. Mason had tears in his eyes watching you, he was so proud of his girl. Phil gave him a tight hug, the pair of them cheering louder than they ever had.
You and the girls couldn’t calm down your excitement, all pulling each other into hugs whenever you saw one another. Then came the trophy ceremony, you stood near the front, watching as Leah carried the trophy over to the middle of the stage. You all erupted into loud cheers as the trophy was lifted.
“This one’s for you” Leah smiled, passing you the trophy “Our goal scorer” She smiled as you lifted the trophy high above your head. Happy tears streaming down your face.
Mason had made his way down to the pitch, stood in the tunnel, watching as you did your post-match interview, a smile on his face as you spoke so quickly, wanting to join the girls back as they were doing the rounds, clapping the fans. He decided on waiting in the tunnel until you had done your rounds, wanting to join when the other families would.
You jogged back to Lucy’s side, strolling around the pitch, clapping the fans and waving to a couple of children that were shouting your name. Sweet Caroline playing in the background, making the win feel extra special. You engaged in a few pictures with the girls, holding the trophy between a few of you, smiling as the camera went off.
“Fancy a picture?” You heard a male voice speak, a voice you recognised. Passing the trophy back to Jill, you spun around meeting Mason. You couldn’t even think before you were pulled into a tight hug, Mason’s arms snaking around your waist, yours around his neck, his head nuzzled into the crook of your neck. He lifted you slightly off the ground, your legs wrapping around his waist, his hands under your thighs keeping you up. He placed you back down to the ground after a minute or so. You pulled away from the hug, however your arms didn’t leave his neck, his finding their place on your hips. Your faces mere inches from each other.
“I'm so proud of you. So proud” He smiled, his eyes creasing at the sides.
“We did it Mason, we actually did it” You spoke excitedly.
“I knew you could” He spoke again, his lips finding yours in a soft kiss. “Y/N L/N, the Euro’s winning goal scorer, that’s got a nice ring to it” He spoke as he pulled away, which brought a blush to your cheeks.
“I can’t believe I actually scored it Mason, I’m so happy” You replied, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.
“You deserved it so much baby” He told you truthfully. Leaning down to give you another kiss, your lips brushing together softly, not wanting to take it any further, in front of millions of people. “Now, how about you go enjoy yourself with the girls for a while and then I take you back to the hotel and celebrate even more?” He winked suggestively.
“That sounds very very tempting Mason” You replied, smirking at his words.
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