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joekeeryswife · 5 months

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plz could you write something about mase looking after you when you’ve had a rough day with the baby!!

stress - m.m

a/n: hello angel! thank you for your request. omg i love it so much, kinda changed it a little if that’s okay! (dad! imagines own my heart!!!!). idk how to feel about this one so lmk what you guys think! anyways, let’s get on with the imagine, enjoy reading 🫶

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four weeks, it had only been four weeks since you’d had your baby and you were already feeling like you’d failed her.

you knew becoming a mum would be difficult but you didn’t realise just how hard it was going to be. it was like everything you did was wrong.

Mason had gone back to work only a week after Margot was born and that was one of the worst thing to ever happen. you felt like you didn’t have support even though he would get up with her during the night and as soon as he got back from work he would take over looking after her. what was funny was whenever Mason got back from football she was never crying, it was like she could sense he was coming home.

Margot loved Mason. whenever he had her she hardly cried, she’d watch his face with such concentration and coo at him all the time. but when she was with you, she’d scream and cry no matter what you did.

you felt useless.

you felt like the worst mum in the entire world, not understanding what was wrong with her as she cried just hurt your heart. you just wanted to be in the ‘baby bubble’ everyone spoke about.

you wanted to feel like your friends did when they had their kids. they were always smiling, always happy when they were with their babies who hardly cried when they were with them, it was like you were broken.

today was like no other. it started out okay, Margot was actually happy this morning when you woke up, Mason had given her a bath and put her in the cutest outfit but then as soon as he said his goodbyes to the two of you and he drove out of the driveway, all hell broke loose.

she was just sobbing and it hurt you to hear those cries. “oh Margot, what’s the matter my angel. please don’t cry sweetheart. are you hungry? is that what it is?”

you quickly balanced her with one arm as you tried to lift up your pyjama top so you could breastfeed her but every time you tried to get her to latch she would turn her head away and sob louder.

you had realised that Margot would hardly ever latch when you tried to breastfeed her. it was very rare that she would allow you to breast feed her so you had decided to start pumping your milk and give it to her in a bottle instead and most of the time she would drink it from the bottle.

“how about we get you a bottle instead hmm? would that make you feel better?” you knew she wouldn’t reply to you but it was nice to speak to her. you got up from the sofa after fixing your top and warmed up the milk.

her sobs grew louder as you rocked her. waiting for the microwave to ‘ding’ felt like hours. “i know sweet girl, not long now” you poured the milk once it was warm enough into the bottle and went to sit back down on the sofa. you tried a few times before she finally started drinking the milk, her sobs died down but her eyes were still filled with tears and the tear stains on her cheeks broke your heart.

she was hiccuping slightly as she drank her milk but her eyes were fluttering masa img she was trying her best to not fall asleep. “you rest angel, mummy isn’t going anywhere. and i’m sorry i can’t understand you like your dad does, i promise i’m trying my best”

with that, her eyes closed and it was finally silent in the house. you just hoped today would be a lot better than the rest.

-♡-

Mason was back home a little later than expected tonight, he had been asked to stay back to speak to ten Hag which he forgot to tell you about but he knew you had it all okay at home. you always had Margot in a good-ish mood when he would come home and it was always nice to come home to a quiet house after training or a football match. he would hear shouting all day and coming home was just perfect.

you didn’t want Mason to know you were struggling, to you it felt like the worst thing i’m the world. you were meant to be a good mum as soon as you gave birth but you just felt like all you did was struggle. you had no idea what you were doing and you didn’t want Mason to be disappointed in you.

however, tonight Margot would not stop crying. after her bottle this morning she napped for maybe 30 minutes before her sobs started again and that continued for the entire day. you didn’t know what to do and you felt like you had failed as a mother. you had no idea what was wrong with her and you hated that you couldn’t understand what she was crying for. you felt like she hated you.

as Mason entered the house he could hear the wails coming from Margot, he had never ever heard her sound like this before and or worried him. he could hear you, speaking to her softly over her cries, you sounded just as upset as her. “i’m so sorry angel, i don’t understand why you’re crying. i’ve fed you, cuddled you, changed you, i don’t know what else i can do. i’m sorry i’m failing you”

his heart broke. he walked into the living room and saw you holding Margot in your chest with tears streaming down your face. you looked so defeated and he hated it. “hey, what’s going on? are you okay?” he questioned as he slowly walked towards you.

you hadn’t heard the front door close so hearing him made you jump. you didn’t want him ti see you like this so you quickly wiped your eyes and showed him your best convincing smile. “oh yeah i’m fine, she’s just, i don’t know what’s the matter. i think she just might be tired” you lied, of course you weren’t okay.

“do you want me to take her?” he held is arms out so he could take Margo from you so you quickly passed her to him and he gently started rocking her which no i’m surprise stopped her cries. you felt your heart break. was it really that easy?

your eyes filled with tears, jealousy and frustration taking over your body as you saw how easy it was for him to calm her down. “look, go upstairs and have a shower, i’ll take care of Margot and you just have a break okay?we can talk after if you want to” he watched your shoulders drop slightly and your chin quiver as you tried to hold in your tears, something was definitely wrong and he was going to figure out what.

once he heard the bathroom door close he sat down on the sofa with Margot. he watched her huge brown eyes dart across his face. “what’s happened angel? you giving mama a hard time?” she cooed at him, a small smile on her face which looked exactly like yours. “you can’t give mama a hard time honey, mama’s with you all day” she squealed, obviously not understanding him.

“i’m sure you tired, if you’ve been crying like that all day i’m surprised you’re up right now” he decided to grab a bottle and try get her to nap so he could speak to you. he had never seen you like that before.

he warmed up the bottle and went upstairs to her nursery and sat in the rocking chair. he started feeding Margot and immediately her eyes started to close, he honestly wished that he was able to stay off work with you when Margot was first born. he had only gotten a week off work before he had to go back and he felt awful but ten Hag wouldn’t give him anymore time off.

once Margot finished her bottle he turned on the white noise machine and put her down into her crib. he quickly exited her bedroom to leave her to nap and went to your shared bedroom. he wanted to talk to you, you barely speak to each other now and he wanted to spend time with you.

after waiting for a while you finally came out the bathroom in new pyjamas and your hair was wrapped in a towel. your eyes were red, it was obvious you had been crying. “hey” you said, noticing him on the bed. he opened his arms and waited for you to sit on the bed next to him so he could hug you.

you quickly got onto the bed and cuddled into him. “we haven’t cuddled in ages, we haven’t spoke in ages. i want to know what’s bothering you sweetheart. i’ve never seen you look so upset” he kissed your forehead.

“i just, i feel like i’m not a good mum. like everyday all she does as soon as you leave is scream and cry and i’m trying my best to understand what’s wrong with her and i’m struggling. i’m struggling a lot” you felt your eyes well up with new tears. Mason felt his heart break. he was annoyed with himself for not noticing sooner.

“it feels like she hates me. and i just feel stupid because as soon as she’s with you, you calm her down. she even smiles at you. i’m feeling so lonely and i feel like a terrible mum.” your tears started flowing down your cheeks. you were quietly sobbing as Mason pulled you in closer and ran his hand up and down your back.

“i’m so sorry sweetheart, i really am. i’m sorry i haven’t been here to support you, i’m sorry you’ve had to do it all on your own. it’s not fair at all. and i’m sorry you think that you’re a bad mum because you aren’t. you are the most incredible mum” he heard your sniffles, guilt eating him alive.

“if you weren’t a good mum you wouldn’t do half the shit you do now. she doesn’t hate you angel, she loves you. you don’t know what she tells me when i come home” he joked which made you giggle through tears.

“i know it is tough right now, but i promise it’ll get better.” you looked up at him with uncertainty. “it will, stop giving me that look” he gave you a sympathetic smile. he hated that you were feeling this way, he wanted you to enjoy being a mum.

“you stay here for a bit, i need to go do something. don’t come downstairs until i say alright? just watch some tv and i’ll be back” he gave you a few pecks before he left you in the bedroom, confusion filling your body. but nevertheless you grabbed the remote and turned on the tv, trying to finally relax.

-♡-

it had been over an hour since Mason asked you to stay upstairs and all you could hear downstairs was Mason’s footsteps. you had absolutely no idea what he was doing and you were nervous to even go back downstairs.

“y/n sweetheart you can come down now” you heard him shout up to you so you quickly turned off the tv and made your way downstairs. whilst you were upstairs Mason did come to get Margot who had awoken from her nap about thirty minutes into him leaving you upstairs.

you had gone to get her out of her nursery but Mason quickly shooed you away back to the bedroom so he could take care of her. you were grateful he went to help Margot, he knew how stressed you were and he was trying to make you feel better so he took Margot downstairs with him.

you walked down the stairs and into the living room and saw blankets and pillows covering the sofa with your favourite food on the coffee table and your favourite movie ready to play on the tv. Mason was holding a now very aware Margot who actually reached out for you.

“i know it’s not much but i thought maybe we could spend time together for once?” Mason handed Margot over to you and kissed you passionately. “i’d love to” you kissed him one more time before you both made your way to get under the covers on the sofa.

Mason pulled you into his hold and kissed your forehead. “i know this doesn’t make up for what’s been happening these past few weeks but i do want you to know me and Margot appreciate everything you do” you felt a smile form on your face as he spoke, he had a way with words which always made you feel special.

“i have also spoken to ten Hag and told him that i’m gonna take a few weeks time off to look after you both. i don’t want you to feel alone, ever, because i am here for you” you looked up at him, it was the first time he’d seen you smile in ages.

“i know you are, you didn’t need to take a few weeks off. will he not get angry at you?” you kissed his cheek and he shook his head. “i didn’t get to take the time of when she was first born so i i don’t care if he’s mad. i have a family to look after” he lent down to kiss you again.

you didn’t know why you were so anxious to tell Mason how you were feeling, you knew he would help you and you appreciated him. “thank you mase, i love you” he smiled at you “i love you more”.

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yoyokslut · 7 months

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You only zing once in your life.

Mason Mount x reader

Word count: 2k

Fluff

A/n: it's been a long time coming but 🤭 I started it over a month ago and it was hard to find time bc of school but I finally finished it. It's not much (nor the best) but it's honest work. Also I don't use to write this but english isn't my first language so I apologize for possible and further mistakes 😁

"Come on auntie Y/n, let's go to the slide," said Summer while grabbing your hand and pulling you.

You had spend the whole weekend with Mason's family and saying you're having a great time wasn't even close to how you felt every time you were near them.

You've been with Mason for two years and each day that passes you think you couldn't be happier, yet he proves you wrong.

He's always there every time you need him, he genuinely cares about you, whenever you have a problem and tell him about, he really tries his best to help you come up with a solution. Whenever you two have a confrontation and it seems like it's getting nowhere he's the one calming down both of you until you both can think clearer and resolve it the best way possible. Every time you're having a bad day and break into hundreds of pieces, who's always there picking them up for you? That's right, Mason.

He is your rock, your comfort person, he's your safe place and forever will be and you know there's nothing you wouldn't do for him.

A pair of arms around your waist brought you out of your trance.

"You're having fun with Summer?" he asked kissing your cheek.

"Yeah, I think I'm having more fun than her," you chuckled.

"She loves spending time with you, you know? She's always asking for you when you're gone. I'm starting to get jealous," he joked.

"It seems like uncle Masey was left in the past," you teased.

"Hey!" he pinched you slightly.

"Don't!" you giggled, "I'm kidding, love, you know you're her favourite," you said facing him while stroking his cheeks.

He hummed kissing your palm "When we have ours, then I'll be their favourite,"

"Ours? You wanna have kids with me?"

"Yeah baby, of course I do, don't you?" he said pulling you by the waist and resting his forehead against yours.

"Y-yeah, I do, I just never heard you saying out loud," you blushed.

"I want it all with you, you're my person, my home, there's not a moment in my day that I'm not thinking about you, you're the only one I wanna run back to when I'm away, I wanna spend the rest of my days right beside you because you are my zing," he grabbed your cheeks and pulled you softly to his lips, kissing you slowly pouring all the love he has for you in it.

You pulled back with glassy eyes and pouting "I love you so much, Masey, you mean everything to me, I'm so lucky I have you in my life," you pecked his lips.

"Less smoochies more sliding," said Summer pulling the both of you.

And you couldn't help thinking that maybe you were seeing your future.

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tomsparkyr · 2 months

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*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

summary: when fans find out y/n is realising a new album, it’s not hard to tell who it’s about.

mason mount x fem!reader

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masonm19 · 2 months

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when two became three - mason mount x reader

Your eyes snapped open as you felt your stomach start to churn. Remaining still, you tried to see if you could wait out the horrible feeling, hoping it would pass. It was a quiet morning, and the intention was that you could remain wrapped in your lovers arms as long as you liked that day. But your stomach had a different idea, and it apparently wasn't going away, evidenced by the nausea that was quickly overwhelming you.

Trying to be gentle as possible, you wiggled out of Mason's arms and started heading, sprinting actually, to the bathroom to empty the contents of your stomach. You could barely wait for the door to open before getting down on your knees and leaving over the toilet and emptying everything you had in your stomach. You hadn't realised that Mason had followed you; apparently you made more noise than you originally intended. He squatted down behind you before softly pulling your hair back and out of your face, murmuring soft things to you as you heaved.

"You're sick again," he observed quietly as you finally finished being sick and sat down on the floor, wiping your mouth with a tissue. He sat next to you, pausing only for a moment before pulling you into his lap, giving the side of your head a kiss, "Are you all right?"

"I think so," you sighed as you rested your head against his chest, "must have been something I ate. I don't see what else it could be, or it's just some kind of stomach bug."

"It's been happening a lot lately," he said softly, and you knew he was right. More often than not lately had you found yourself running and throwing up in the mornings, all kinds of different things causing your stomach to sour. "Maybe it's something you should get checked out?" Mason said softly before hugging me from behind, nuzzling his face into my shoulder before placing a kiss on my neck.

"I'm sure it's nothing," you tried to reassure him, looking up at him and nuzzling your noses against his, "it's probably something that's just hanging on and will clear up on its own."

"Y/N, my love, I don't want to take the chance that it is nothing," he insisted, putting his hand under your chin so you were looking up at him, seeing that there was nothing but concern in his soft brown eyes, "please promise me that you'll get it checked out. If not for your sake, then do it for mine."

"How can I say no to you?" You decided it was easier to give in to his simple request than try and fight him on it. Perhaps he had a point anyway, maybe it was something more to it than you originally thought, "I promise that I'll go and get it checked out and we'll see what's going on."

The following afternoon you found yourself getting through the crowded city in London making your way to the doctors. You walked up to the counter where you found the receptionist sitting there, setting your hands on the counter anxiously, "hi I was wondering if it was possible to see a doctor?"

"Of course! You've come at a good time, we're actually slow today," she smiled at you. Part of you wouldn't have minded if you were turned away and could return to Mason and pretend you'd got checked out and that nothing was wrong. But you knew he would be able to see right through you either way, he knows you too well.

"What's been going on?" The doctor asked, "I've been getting sick a lot lately," you started to explain, "mostly in the mornings, sometimes throughout the day. Just general nausea. I just want to make sure it's nothing serious. My husband was getting concerned too."

"Oh," the woman smiled at you, almost in a knowing way as she scribbled down a few notes, "go ahead and take a seat. I'll have someone with you in a few minutes."

Before you knew it, you were sitting on an examination table, swinging your legs back and forth as y Ou waited for the doctor to return. She'd spent a few minutes talking to you before performing an examination that didn't last long. It was a most as she, just as the receptionist at the front, already knew what was going on. Part you felt like it was just going to be something obvious, that should've easily been able to fig Ure on your own.

"Y/N," the doctor came back in, a smile on your face as she clutched her clipboard to her chest. She didn't seem worried, but rather happy, and you felt a bit of relief wash through your body, "You don't have anything to worry about. But I have one question for you."

"Go ahead."

"What is the date of your last menstrual cycle?" You were taken aback for a moment before trying to think of the date, racking your brain. That's when you realised you couldn't remember. It hadn't been last month, the month before that.

"Ermm," you said as you hung your head, "I honestly don't remember. It must have been at least-"

"Three months?" She asked and you nodded in response. How had it been that long and you hadn't noticed? It had always come like clockwork every month, except recently. You should've noticed, this was deal to miss, "Which I think you know what this means."

"Huh?" You asked as you still didn't manage to put two and two together, "I don't-"

"You're pregnant," she said as your jaw dropped at her announcement, "your about three months pregnant."

"Pregnant," you repeated, the word bouncing around in your head. Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant, "I can't be pregnant."

"Well, I'm here to tell you that you are," she pulled a few papers from her clipboard and handed them to, "this has all the details and information you need. There's going to be a lot of changes happening so there is plenty of information on that, and different options. I know you might be scared right now, but it'll be okay. You'll always have someone by your side to help you with whatever decision you make."

"Thank you," you hadn't realised that tears were welling in your eyes, from fear, excitement and relief now that you had your answer. You should have known all the signs that would lead up to this, how could you be stupid? The doctor put a hand on your shoulder and gave it a gentle, but reassuring squeeze,

"It's a lot. I feel like this is really obvious but I had no clue."

"Don't worry," she said with a wink, "a lot of people don't. It may seem obvious, but in the moment when it's happening to you, it's not obvious at all."

"Thank goodness," you said with a nervous laugh, "it's a lot to take in."

"Congratulations," she beamed at you, "I'm sure you must be excited to tell your husband."

"My husband," you repeated as realisation set in and you'd have to actually tell Mason. Besides, it wasn't something that you were just going to be able to ignore for much longer, and he's know anyway, he was perceptive as could be, "yes, that should be interesting."

"Is this your first?"

"Yes, it is our first, so all the emotions are kicking in right now."

"I'm sure you and your husband have so much to be excited for!" She said as she made a few notes on her chart, "well you're free to go, and make sure to come back and see us soon, to make sure to set appointments for regular check ups."

"Of course," you were still feeling shell-shocked as you tried to process everything, "I'll be sure to do that."

You got home to Mason startling you from behind.

"Y/N?" He asked as he came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder, "you're home."

"I'm home," you smiled at the sound of his familiar voice, "where were you?"

"Just went out," he spun you around so you were facing him. He reached behind him on the counter and showed you a blooming bouquet of bright flowers, "getting you these. I figured they might help cheer you up since you haven't been feeling well.

You felt your heart melt before you kiss Mason and give him a tight hug, "my handsome. Thank you so much, seriously. You have no idea what it this means to me."

"It's because I love you so much," Mason reached over and brushed a lock of hair out of your face.

"I love you too," you said as you leaned into his touch, having rested his hand on your cheek.

"How did it go with the doctor? Did you find out what's been going on?" He asked and you nodded in response. Of course he was going to ask right away, he was probably more concerned than you were. You thought about lying to him so you could surprise him, but didn't have it in your heart, knowing he would call you out about it right away.

"I did, yeah," you answered, giving him a small nod,"it's nothing bad."

"What's going on then?" He asked, trying to get you to look at him, "what happened, sweetheart?"

You suddenly felt nervous, unsure of how to spit it out and just tell him the news. It was just two simple words, but you somehow they seemed like the hardest ones, "it's just that I'm...."

"What is it?" He asked softly, as he gave you a smile, his dark eyes soft. You loved everything about him, but in that moment it all seemed intensified; Mason really was your everything. Before you could stop yourself, you leaned over and pecked his lips, lingering against them for just a moment. He chuckled as he put an arm around your waist, "come on, tell me, you've got me on pins and needless here!"

"I'm pregnant," you blurted out before you could stop yourself, a hand going to your mouth in surprise.

Mason looked at you stunned for a moment for a moment, his brow furrowing as a look of confusion crossed his features. He remained silent for a moment as he went through about ten different emotions all at once.

"Pregnant," he repeated as he tested the word out, seeing how it sounded coming from his own lips, "pregnant? You're pregnant."

"Yes," you said as you tried to figure out whether or not he was happy, "please tell me you're not upset."

"Upset?" He asked quietly as you gave him a small nod, the back of your eyes stinging with tears, "I'm not upset, not in the slightest. I'm happy, my love, so fucking happy."

"You are?" You asked as a single tear rolled down your cheeks, only to be quickly wiped away by Mason, "I'm so scared."

"It's okay to be scared," he said as his own eyes started to get glassy, "I"m scared too, but it'll be okay. Everything will be perfect, because we're having a baby. We're having a baby. I love you so much, Y/N."

Mason pulled you close to him and rested his forehead against yours, one of his favourite signs of affection, "I can't believe this is happening. Everything is perfect, I couldn't have asked for anything better."

"I'm glad you're happy, Mason," you said quietly, "I love you so much."

"I am and I love you," he whispered back, "more than anything else in the world. The two of you, referring to the unborn baby in your stomach"

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mchlgayser · 1 year

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heeey could u write about mason’s family finding out he has a girlfriend because she shows up at his door (when he answers she kisses him and everyone is shocked) thank u

OH MY GOD: : mason mount x female!reader

author's note: this is, by far one of my cutest fiction I think?! but lemme know what you think anon!! luv xx

contents warning: none // not proofread

'You got me a dress? ...In my closet room? ...Mason when did you even get here?!' He chuckles through the phone 'I'll tell you about that later alright? Just get dolled up for me angel!' He hung up the phone and you sigh, exasperatedly.

Mason told you today he wanted to bring you to a dinner date at his house, and you as a person who could't said no, you agreed to. What could possibly go wrong anyway?

Everything

You jog upstairs to your room and the linked closet room to see a black box with gold ribbon laid before you on the accessories drawer. You carefully pull open the box to see a long and elegant pink maxi dress neatly tucked

You present the dress in front of you feeling giddy and bubbly to wear it for today's special occasion.

You did your make up not too long after, putting on the dress and get your 'M' initial necklace and a pair of eggshell white pearl dangling earrings. After that you put your hair on a neat low bun and strands of hair at the front curling it a bit.

Satisfied with the look, you grab a purse along with a few of your necessities and then left the house.

Mason on the other hand started to grow more anxious, his polo-collared shirt is beads with sweats, his hands is shaking, too scared for your reaction and his family but he knows none of it won't be too negative but he'll get nagged from both parties.

His family are still preparing the dishes while his father and his brother in law on the hall talking business, him on the other hand has been quite nonstop looking out the window to see if your car had parked outside his residence.

'Guys, dinner's ready!' His sister, Chloe announced 'Mason come on--'

'I invited--'

The front door bell chiming, the whole family turns up to Mason 'Friends coming over?' He gulps, his mom head shake at the weird behavior of his son and gets up 'Let me get the door!'

'I'll do it, mom,' He rush to the door, his whole family is still eyeing him, he could see it from the corner of his views

He opens the door welcoming you, you squealed giving him a long chaste kiss on the lip and his cheeks. A series of 'What?' and a shrieking 'Oh' comes after that, you peep from his shoulder seeing his whole family looking at you both, well partially you...

You gapped in surprise, eyes going back and forth between Mason and his family. The mother came up to you first 'Gosh dear, you must be Mason's girlfriend,' She laugh immediately easing the tension, you gulp eyes burning holes into Mason as she drags you over the table and strike an immediate convos. His father joined in and soon his sister

'So how long you to've known each other?' She questioned you, you awkwardly chuckle 'It was't long, eight months I think? We met during an award show, I was the host and we had short interview together..' You blurted out, Mason beside you smile along and confirming it.

It was like that for the next past hours, his family opening up to you, especially his mom, she's very supportive, very reliable and caring too, easy for a timid person like you to even talk to her.

The day went by fast, and soon they left, you rolled your eyes at Mason and went back inside the house 'Wait babe--'

'What?! You got me meeting your family while I'm like this..' You pouted at him and he laugh, clasping one hand over your waist 'Like what..? You look decent.'

'Am not, I would've put more effort if I know it would be a dinner date with your family... I know I said that I'm ready to meet them whenever but not surprising me like Mase!' You complained, hand crossing over your chest getting sulky

He crooks a small smile and kiss your hand 'Well it went well innit?'

You suck your teeth and dismissed the topic 'Whatever but next time you gotta tell me first so I can prepare gifts or something...' He hums and followed after you inside the house

'You could say that all my family are fond of you, especially mom..' He admitted with a toothy grin, you mirror his expression and nods 'I think so, not too bad am I? Do you think they'll approve me to be part of the Mount family?' You joked sending a giggle his way, he froze for a second before he wraps both arms around you 'Yeah, they won't mind that, I think mom will definitely say this "the sooner the better" don't you think?' You flush down to your neck as Mason laughs at your unexpected reaction 'So cute!' He cooed scooping you up and bringing you to his bedroom

'Stay for the night, yeah love?'

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mountymase · 1 year

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invisible string - mason mount

pairing: reader x mason mount

summary: It’s been you and your daughter until life decides to prank you by putting her dad back into your life. The only problem is that he doesn’t know he’s her dad.

warnings: fluff, angst, swearing and you can expect smut on a few chapters.

author: I randomly had this idea on my way to work and thought it’d be nice to write. Happens a bit after the World Cup, but I’ve changed some stuff to fit the story. Remember, this is fiction.

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lfc21 · 1 year

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im not very creative but maybe an enemies to lovers fic or friends to lovers?

Nightmare neighbours

Player: Mason Mount

TW: Fluff, swearing, mentions of break up

Authors note: This is my first Mason Mount imagine! Please send feedback 🥰

In a world where you can be anything, why would you be irritating? That was the question in which you had been asking yourself for the past 3 weeks. Living in London was the best decision you had ever made, but that was until your neighbour moved in. Loud music, huge parties, and constant shouting. You lived in fear of bumping into him. He was rude, cocky and thought far too highly of himself. He was everything you wouldn't look for in an acquaintance, let alone a neighbour. The only thing he was good at was taking your parcels.

"And why do I have this pleasure of seeing you?" He smugly asked with a cock of his head as he looked at you from the door. You stood holding a dull expression and eyes that where burning holes through his skin.

"My parcel is here," you explained with folded arms. "Again," you added with slightly more anger. He smiled to himself as he grabbed the box in which was stood next to his door.

"I kept it at the door," He stated, handing it over to you as his fingers brushed yours. Your cheeks burned up into heat, and the interaction between the man made your heart race and butterflies to come alive in your stomach. "Why did you take so long to pick it up?" He asked with a curious lift of his eyebrow. You snapped from the feeling of ecstasy running through your body. He was so nosy that it made your blood boil.

"I have tried knocking three times already, and every time you have stupidly loud music or a drive full of cars," you said back with even more attitude than before. You got on your heels and started to walk back to your house. You didn't hear the door close. Instead, you heard his irritating laughs bellowing from the frame.

"Moaning isn't going to help you in life!" He shouted back as you reached the end of the drive. You rolled your eyes before seeing an old couple glaring at you and Mason. You scoffed before running from his drive. You heard his front door shut, and you sworn to yourself you would never associate yourself with that man again

All day, you had wondered when the nightmare neighbour would finally shut up. He had all the Chelsea team shoved in his garden drinking, swearing, and singing through the day. You wouldn't mind this from anyone else, but it was the second time this had happened in a week, and you were trying your hardest to get ready for a date. You stood staring at your closet, wishing and wondering what dress would look best. You heard the roaring of cars from outside, and you knew this was going to be one of those days.

"Oh my god," you mumbled, slamming your closet door shut and throwing yourself onto your bed. You couldn't understand how one person could party all day and start at 11 in the morning.

You stood at your front door, looking down at your phone.

Sorry love, I can't make it tonight. Another work meeting.

It was the fourth time your boyfriend had cancled on you in the past month. You knew it was over, you wasn't stupid but you had wished you hadn't gone to all this effort - you wore your nice dress, did the most perfect makeup and shaved as if your life depended on it. You let out a loud breath as you sat yourself at the front door. The cold air decorated your body as you tried to understand what had happened to this so-called fairy tail. You shut your eyes as you hear the opening of a door with the booming of music and screaming coming from it.

"You ok?" You heard Mason shout as he gently shut his front door. You looked up at the surprising sound of his tone. You had never heard him sounding so gentle. It was normally so cocky and smug.

"Erm y-yeah," you softly said with a tight lip smile. Your eyes told different. They were red and dull, just like the way you felt.

"You sure?" He asked, not believing your soft words. You went to reply before feeling an overwhelming rush of emotion. You dropped your head into your hands. The sound of your soft sobs fell into Masons' ears. You felt his presence fall next to you and the delicate feeling of his arm wandering across your back. You knew he was drunk, but there was something about his warm and delicate comfort that you wanted more off. "You don't have to lie," He softly explained as he looked down at your small frame. You looked up at him, and his eyes caught yours. You had never noticed, but his features were the most addictive you had ever seen. You offered him a smile before his hands delicately pushed the tears from your face. He was soft, not smug if anything quite the opposite.

"I'm sick of him," you mumbled as your head fell onto the shoulder of his. His scent was inviting and almost comforting as the tears still decorated your face. You weren't mad at him. You were glad of him.

"Who?" He asked with a wonder as he looked down intently at your small body under his touch.

"My boyfriend," you explained. "More like ex-boyfriend now," you corrected yourself with a dry laugh as you looked down at the promise ring he had given you so long ago. Promises were sometimes meant to be broken.

"Oh, that explains the dress," he said with a laugh as he lightly touched the fabric of your dress covering your bare thigh. His fingers accidently dragged across your skin, causing a slight spark to form in your body. You looked up at him with a smile. He was different in this light - he was soft, caring, gentle, and had a lot more time for you than usual. "Sometimes in life, some things are meant to end... but it's only so good things can start, " Mason explained. His eyes were piercing brown as they never broke contact with you. His body was still wrapped in yours, and the one thing breaking you both apart from your feelings was the warm summer breeze dancing across your shoulders. You didn't say anything, words where no longer able to describe the way you felt in that moment. It would have taken a million years to describe the immense and overwhelming feeling you felt. His face started to fall closer to yours, and his large hand found their way to your waist. His dark brown hair was still perfectly styled, and you couldn't help but admire the way it complemented his skin. Before you knew it, his lips came crashing down onto yours. Your hands found their way around the back of his neck, and you had never felt closer to the man in front of you. You felt as though you were swimming in stars, and it was euphoric. Maybe he was a nightmare neighbour, but sometimes nightmares become dreams, and dreams turn into realities.

Hey guys 👋🏻 This is my first Mason Mount imagines, so please excuse if it is bad 🤣 I am starting to expand my imagines into different clubs so be sure to request any players you would like me to write about 😊 Please leave feedback as it is greatly appreciated and really helps me progress further 😀 Thank you all so much for the support ❤️ have an amazing day 🙏 Masterlist 2022 💌 Masterlist 2023 💌

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alltoolewis · 2 years

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Mason Mount Masterlist ✨

Disclaimer! I will fix the setup of this eventually, I was getting a lot of request about a master list so wanted to make it as quick as possible so it's not perfect! But like everything with me it's a work in progress (This isn't even all of it but my old old old ones are dreadful & not coming anywhere near this lol... you'll have to dig for it) Love you all & thank you for the support🤍

Pinky promises Love bug All Nighter Rusty Between Us He's still not you The Biggest Pain Used to this Best at many things All I Ever Wanted Was This Just the four of us Part of the family The perfect night in A day to remember Our bubble Thief No matter what That's just life baby Always there Fluffy blurb alphabet Jealousy is painful WYD now? Snowed in Magical surprises About time A love to strong to fade High expectations 12 reasons why I love you fluff alphabet Core memories Two Friends Falling Stay the night You bring me home Better man

Mine, forever

Timeless

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football-and-fanfics · 1 year

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Mason Mount masterlist

These are all the imagines I have written for Mason Mount (links below the cut). Newly posted imagines for him will be added onto here a.s.a.p.

Last updated: 22 April 2024

Imagines posted in 2020: (💦= smut imagine)

Called into the manager's office

Falling asleep in front of the TV

Afraid to tell you about his feelings for you

Concussion

"You're trembling."

Swimming pool 💦

Coming home with an injury

Needing to be restrained by a teammate (with Ben Chilwell)

Imagines posted in 2021: (💦= smut imagine)

Inviting you onto the pitch after a big win

"Stop staring at me."

"You're shaking."

"It reminded me of you."

"Don't stop."💦

Break up

Struggling with long-distance relationship

"No excuses."

Girlfriend gets hurt by a fan

"Just kiss me already."

"Those pain meds knocked you out."

"You're in love with her."

Insecure about previous high profile relationship

"Did you get any sleep last night?"

Waking up to find him looking at you

"I'm fine."

"I'm getting you another ice pack."

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"I've seen the way you look at me."

"I don't care if they hear us." 💦

"If you want to talk, I'm here."

Moody

"Hey- relax. What's wrong?"

Feeling his breath on your skin

"You proved them all wrong."

"You? Faster than me? In your dreams!" (with Ben Chilwell)

Roommates (with Ben Chilwell)

Helping the other one off the pitch after an injury (with Declan Rice)

"Don't move."

"Now what would make you say that?"

"You're new."

Break up

"Someone's cranky this morning."

Refusing to be subbed off after picking up an injury

"It was just a dream."

Films you sleeping

"No, stop."

Quarantine (with Ben Chilwell)

Taking a nap together

"Sometimes I can't believe you're really mine."

Nosebleed

Protecting a teammate (with Declan Rice)

Lean on me

"When's the last time you slept properly?"

Imagines posted in 2022: (💦= smut imagine)

Photo prompt

"Why won't you just admit something is bothering you?"

Injured (with Declan Rice)

Missing matched due to illness

"You ramble and it's adorable."

"Sorry I woke you."

Feeling guilty over a mistake

Dealing with injury (with Kai Havertz)

Bad day

Hidden feelings

Concussed

Photo prompt (with Ben Chilwell)

"Is that all you've got?" 💦

Christmas proposal

Imagines posted in 2023

Stitches (The Medic)

Early morning

"I needed your smell to fall asleep."

Getting items thrown at them from the crowd

"That's bullshit."

Decorating the Christmas tree

Imagines posted in 2024:

Fever

Receiving hate (with Declan Rice)

"That's... quite some blood (The Medic)

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sunny44 · 1 year

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↬ Mason Mount

Accident

Summary: Where y/n has a car accident with their daughter on the way to Mason's game and at halftime he gets the news that they are in the hospital.

I’m home

Summary: Mason comes home for his girls after being away for a while.

He’s not my boyfriend

Summary: You and Mason have known each other for a while and have had your romantic moments together but you have never let that get in the way of your friendship, that is until one Sunday when you went to lunch at his parents' house and in a joke you ended up realizing the feelings that you have for each other.

New year’s kiss

Summary: You’re sad because the person you wanted to give the new year’s kiss is not in the party.

I’m the right one for you love

Summary: Mason was getting married to a woman he thinks is the one for him and he’s 100% sure that he’s doing the right thing but this was until he saw you before saying yes.

Are you pregnant?

When Mason and y/n find out they're pregnant with their baby daughter.

Daddy’s girl

You and Mason decided it was time to take baby Olivia to her first Chelsea game and it goes better than the expected.

Blondie

Summary: Mason decides he wants his hair blonde and you’re not sure it will work since she’s the one doing it l, but it works and the result it’s better than what they expect.

This one was for you

Summary: Mason and y/n had a fight right before his home game and when he scores Mason had an ideia of how to apologized to her.

Car sex

Summary: You and Mason were horny and that leads to the car sex.

We don’t like it

Summary: Where Mason’s wife and daughter didn’t like when he shaved his beard.

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joekeeryswife · 2 months

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mason being really shy and getting flustered when you wear lingerie!!

lingerie - m.m

a/n: hello loves! i hope everyone is okay, this is a very short imagine but i think it’s pretty cute! flustered Mason but also sexy Mason #loveit. anyways enjoy reading 🩰

you were sat at your vanity doing your skincare after a long day at work just in your lingerie. there was nothing more comfortable than taking off your work clothes and sitting in your underwear before getting ready for bed.

your fiance Mason still wasn’t home yet, training had run late and you thought it would be nice if the two of you had a quiet night in. as you rubbed in your cream the bedroom door opened and a sweaty Mason came through the door.

“hey honey” he didn’t look up at you, he just walked straight into the room and started undressing. “hey baby, how was training?” you continued to do your skincare, sparing him a glance in your mirror.

“it was good, the boys wanted me to go out for a drink but i wanted to come home. i missed you” you stopped doing your skincare and turned to look at him, he was still getting undressed. “you could have gone mase, i wouldn’t have minded”

you wanted Mason to have freedom to do whatever he wanted. “no baby it was a long day and i just wanted to come back to you-” he stuttered when he looked up at you. “woah” mason said, his eyes fixated on you.

“what?” he shook his head but his eyes never left your body. “nothing” he looked away and blushed. “no, go on mase, you seem like you want to say something” you smirked, finding it hilarious that he was getting flustered.

he was in nothing but his boxers now “nothing you just- you look beautiful” he walked towards you and bent down to smother your neck in kisses making you laugh loudly.

“stop it, you’re being silly” your hand went to the back of this head as he continued kissing your neck. “not being silly at all actually. just in my feelings” he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in closer.

“how can you be so beautiful. you’re just as beautiful as the moment i saw you. actually i’m lying, you look even more beautiful” you blushed ran your hand through his hair. “you’re such a soppy git” he giggled and pulled away slightly so he could look at you.

his eyes trailed down your body, you were beautiful. “you are the definition of perfect y/n, seriously” you rolled your eyes and scoffed. “i’m being serious, you look the best when you’re like this. or when you’re naked” he winked and your pushed him away and laughed.

Masons cheeks were red, he was flushed just looking at you. you were the definition of perfection, the definition of beauty and he couldn’t believe that he was engaged to you. the big diamond ring on your finger was was the best thing he ever gave you and he could wait to be your husband.

“you getting flustered just looking at me honey?” you loved teasing him and his cheeks turned a darker shade or red. “you know i am, stop teasing me it’s not funny” he wrapped his arms around your stomach and rested his head on your stomach too.

“aww poor baby” you ran your hand through his hair and before you know it Mason had picked you up and thrown you over his shoulder. you screamed, completely shocked at what had happened. he never done this before. “Mason fucking hell put me down”

Mason walked to your bed and laughed at you “should i drop you on the bed? or should i carefully put you on the bed?” he said playfully “Mason seriously put me down” you laughed, you could never be serious with him.

he put on on the bed carefully and climbed on top of you. “you look perfect” he said making you smile and blush, maintaining eye contact with him. eye contact with him always made your heart flutter. he smiled and kissed you passionately “i love you, you know that?” you nodded “i love you more”

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mountslove333 · 1 year

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HEARTBEAT- MASON MOUNT

your throat burned as the liquid flew down making your face scrunch up and your eyes squint, yet you'd happily agreed when your friend offered to order more.

you and mason are in possibly the roughest patch you've ever had in your relationship, masons love language is physical affection but recently he barley speaks to you let alone touches you.

so instead of talking to him and dealing with it, the consequences being to scary for you to face, you thought you'd run away from the problems and spend your Friday night which otherwise would've been alone with mason out getting drunk with your best friends.

you put on your littlest dress, curled your hair in the perfect way he liked, and did your makeup to match. you made sure he saw you before you left, it may be petty but that was you, you never knew how to have serious conversation and you thought maybe, just maybe he might compliment you, ask you where your going something but no. All he did when you walked past him to leave was gulp loudly and and told you to have a good time, like did i repulse him that much?

you tried not to let it get to you, only let it fuel the fire to your reason for this night. So there you were third shot in putting on a smile as your favourite song to dance too blasted through the club speakers, you and your friends all squealed running on to the dance floor. you could feel the music pulsing through your body, your heartbeat loud in your ears as your body moved the song, sipping your new found drink.

the rest of the night was a blur, you’re not quite sure how you ended up stood outside shivering calling mason

the phone rang out a few times, you thought he wasn't going to answer that alone enough to make your drunken mind tear up until finally you heard his voice

“y/n?” he questioned you could tell he had just woken up making you instantly feel bad

“sorry maseyyy, didnt mean to wake you” you whispered drunkenly thinking it would help being quiet since he just woke up

“y/n, where are you?” he questioned sternly

“uhhh,” “excuse me where am i” you asked a stranger next to you

he told you where you were then followed with a cringey pick up line about taking you back to his which u declined wondering if mason heard

“i’m just-” you began

“yeah, yeah i heard” he said slight anger in his tone if you squint

“im coming to get you, please wait somewhere safe till i get there” he told you the rustling of clothes and keys evident in the back ground

you were happy, he cared. well at least enough to come get you.

“thankyou mase, i love you” you told him your drunken mind not even thinking twice or registering till after you and mason haven't said that phrase let alone for those three words to each other for awhile

“you too” he said, you weren't able to infer how or what tone he said it in but that didn't matter, it was enough for you to get the idea. he never didnt say it back. you realised now you couldn't not talk to him anymore, you'd put it off too long and it wasn't doing either of you any good.

So when mason pulled up, fuelled by liquid courage you decided you were going to talk to him now.

you opened the car door careful double checking it was him before getting in. it was silent for awhile, different from the club you previously were, you could now feel your heartbeat pulse through you and the soft hum of the radio in your ears.

“mason?” you called almost triple checking he was there and you weren't sat beside a stranger, though that's how it felt recently

you looked to him fixing your gaze on his face, then down to the way he hands gripped the steering wheel, tight, he had both hands clutched around it he didnt look angry. just tense.

the only reply you got was a small hmm, him not even bothering to steal a glance your way, something he wasn't usually opposed to especially since you had reached a red light.

“do you still love me?” i questioned not quite the way i wanted the conversation to go but its ultimately what i longed to know,

“i- y/n, i will-” he spluttered

“oh” was all i said feeling hot tears brim in my eyes, the thought of him no longer loving me enough to make me sober in an instant

“what did i do mason?”

“is there something else, someone else?”

“why am i not good enough anymore!” you raised you voice slightly, you wanted answers, it was no use running anymore

“I'm not talking about this no y/n, your drunk” was all he had to say

“no mason you don't get to do that!” we had no pulled up i went to get out the car getting inside as quickly as i could mason following behind me shortly, i didnt look back at him once not wanting to know what expression his face sported

i quickly went upstairs to are bedroom and began packing a small bag, he must've heard me doing it cos when he entered the bedroom it was the first time I'd seen emotion upon his face in while, he looked shocked, hurt. I felt bad. considered unpacking the bag, no he didnt get to to this. he doesn't love you y/n, keep packing.

“what are you doing y/n?” he asked although we both knew the answer

“don't act upset now, i don't know what else to do mason”

“I'm tired of being the only one that cares, the only one that tries in the relationship”

“i knew you didnt feel the same for me anymore but i tried to run, thought if i left it long it enough it would go away”

“i love you so much mason and you cant imagine how much it hurt when you couldn't say those words back!” i said angrily, hot tears rolling down my face by now as i stuffed more of my things into my bag

“of course i love you y/n!” he shouted taking the bag from my hands tears now beginning to appear in his eyes too

“funny way of showing it” i sarcastically laughed through the tears

“you haven't acted like you know me for more than a week mason, i stopped trying to fix things to see if you would make any effort and you didnt so you don't get to say that now, how do i even know you’re not lying”

“because i love you so much it scares me y/n!” he admitted

“i never felt like this about anyone, and i don't deserve you.” “i cant give you everything you want, you deserve someone better who can be there for you always”

“so i thought freezing you out, would make you want to leave me and would hurt you less” “ believe me its been killing me” “seeing you leave the house today it was so hard to not beg you to stay, to stay with me.”

“and when i heard that guy flirt with you on the phone i thought it had worked, i thought you'd got with someone else” he gushed tears now streaming down both our faces

you stopped packing, thinking.

“please don't go” he whispered almost inaudible

“i love you” he almost begged

you walked round to the side of the bed he was sat and sat beside him. you leaned your head on his shoulder just sobbing, you weren't sure if it was alcohol or the pain of the last two weeks just crashing down on you or maybe both.

“I'm so sorry” he kept repeating

now his heartbeat was pounding in your ears, steading your own

“i thought you didnt love me anymore mason”

“your everything i want, i could never be happy with someone else cos i’d always know you were out there”

“please never make me feel like that again” you pleaded

“i promise y/n”

“i love you” he said wrapping his arms around you tighter

“i love you too mason” you said burying you head into him, the tears not quite stopping yet. only they were ones of relief.

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tomsparkyr · 1 year

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𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

summary: a visual on how you and mason went from childhood bestfriends to lovers, shown through instagram

masterlist

mason mount x footballer!reader

mason mount x fem!reader

warnings: nothing really, fluff???

social media one-shot

don’t steal any of my work please, thank you!

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📍cobham training ground

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masonmount guess who i just met😁

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y/n y/l/n WHAT

y/n y/l/n THE ONE DAY I’M NOT THERE TF

⤿ masonmount couldn’t relate🫣

declanrice 😳😳

this comment was liked by masonmount!

username1 who else is stalking masons profile rn

⤿ username2 me🙋‍♀️

username3 it’s so cute seeing how mase and y/n interacted back then

⤿ username4 fr they were so in love😫😫

📍that winning feeling

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y/n y/l/n we love a supportive best friend💔

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masonmount i’ll support you when you’re not licking my face

⤿ y/n y/l/n if you didn’t wanna be friends you could have just said☹️

⤿ username1 nah i love their dynamic still to this day

declanrice you two are cute👀

⤿ masonmount if you don’t shut it

username2 they’re so young🥺

📍it’s coming home

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y/n y/l/n sing it for us mase

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masonmount FOOTBALL’S COMING HOME

benchilwell now i’m the one stalking your page

⤿ y/n y/l/n CHILLY MAN

⤿ benchilwell how did y’all not know you were in love

⤿ masonmount it was a work in progress ok

username1 mason looks so young here

username2 supported england here, plays for england now wow

📍top of the league

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masonmount the goalscorer + the assist = leading the league💪

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username1 they look SO GOOD TOGETHER TF

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y/n y/l/n no# 18 + no# 19

⤿ masonmount my best girl🥰

bukayosaka CHILLY’S RIGHT YOU TWO WERE SO IN LOVE

⤿ y/n y/l/n SHUT UP MAN

⤿ masonmount OKAY WE GET IT WE’RE IN LOVE SHOCKER

marcusrashford how cutie patoties

username2 why are all the england squad commenting on it 8 years later😭

📍england squad alert

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masonmount looking onto the knockout stage, not anything else🙃

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username1 IS THAT Y/N??????

⤿ masonmount a gentleman never tells🤫

declanrice mase really said 😍

bukayosaka KALVIN😂😂😂 @kalvinphillips

⤿ kalvinphillips the moment i realised that i would win the bet🤑🤑

⤿ lukeshaw NOOOO

y/n y/l/n 🙃🙃

⤿ username2 WHAT DOES THIS MEAN:£:£):&/

📍birthday boy

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y/n y/l/n happy birthday to the love of my life! words can’t express how much i love you and how i’m so glad i didn’t hold that grudge against you when we were 5 when you booted that football into my face. my other half, the number 19 to my 18, my bestest friend. happy 24th and cheers to keeping it cliche around here!

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username1 OH MY FUDKSI GOD

benchilwell about time!😅

declanrice took you 14 years mate!

this comment was liked by y/n y/l/n!

username2 happy birthday mason!🥳

masonmount i love you💙

⤿ y/n y/l/n i love you more mase, happy birthday love xx💙

kalvinphillips hand over the money now boys

⤿ harrymaguire damn it

⤿ bukayosaka ffs

⤿ callumwilson you guys couldn’t have announced it a day later, i could have bagged some tenners man

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hate this but okay

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masonm19 · 3 months

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✨under the table✨ - mason mount x reader

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Y/N had never been to this restaurant. The fanciness and seemingly high-end decorations should be enough explanation as to why. She stared at Mason in complete adoration as he touched her back, gently pushing her forward to follow the waiter. They walked near the back of the restaurant. The waiter had unlocked a door, gesturing for them to enter.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes to get your order,” He placed the menus on the mahogany table. The round furniture draped with a black cloth, accentuating the starch white plates and crystal silverware. A bottle of wine stood to the right, candles lit in the middle of the table. They nodded at his statement.

“Gosh, mase. This must be so expensive,” She glanced around the room in amazement, dazzling lights reflecting in her irises. He pulled a chair out for her like a proper gentlemen. She smiled in appreciation.

“Only the best for my girl,” He planted a kiss on her temple, settling himself on his seat. Mason tried his best to focus on reading the description of each dish but Y/N was more interesting. Her hair curtained as she faced down to read the menu. She bit her lip in thought, her stomach growling in anticipation.

“Think I’m going to get steak with mash,” She stated, folding the menu closed. Mason immediately glanced down to pretend like he wasn’t just staring at her beauty, Imagining dirty thoughts. Her thighs parted around his head. Her juices dripping past her clenching hole, looking for something thick and big to fill her.

“I’ll get the same but with a side of peas,“

“Copy cat,” She teased, filling her glass with white wine. The stain of her lipstick on the rim made him absolutely mad.

—

“What’s gotten into you? Aren’t you hungry?” Y/N asked, slicing her steak, popping a bite in her mouth. She moaned at the taste, releasing a satisfied moan and even letting her eyes roll a little. “It’s so good,”

Mason dug his blunt fingernails on his outer thighs to prevent himself from gripping her hair and fucking her into oblivion. She had no clue of her effect on him. Y/n had raised a brow at him, utensils paused to wait for his answer. He glanced at his plate, clearly untouched except for the small spoonful’s he scooped of his peas. I am,“

"Why aren’t you eating then?” She questioned, easing another forkful in her mouth.

“I’m hungry for something else,” He drawled out, suggestiveness dripping form his tongue. His lustful gaze eyeing the pucker of her lips.

She widened her eyes, freezing at his statement. “We’re in public!”

He shrugged, gesturing to the private room he had booked for them that surely was about to be handy. “And? You can’t tell me you don’t want my head between your thighs,” He leaned back against his seat, one arm resting on the opaque table cloth draped over the table. “That you don’t want my tongue licking your pussy,” He bit his lip , watching her take a sip of her wine nervously.

“Stop it, Mason,” The waver of her voice indicated to Mason that she was being affected. Her thighs squeezing tightly for the slightest bit of friction against her core. She tucked a strand of hair, shifting uncomfortably at the growing wetness. The fabric of her satin red dress suddenly feeling too heavy on her skin. Warmth crawling up her legs. Despite the exposure of her cleavage from the deep cut, she couldn’t help but feel completely naked under Mason’s scrutiny.

“Don’t you?”

She heaved a deep breath, stabbing her steak in frustration for letting his words affect her so much. “No, I don’t.” She gritted her teeth, hating the way his dimple deepened with the curve of his lips upward.

“That’s a lie,” He pushed his elbows forward, making her instinctively rest her back against the seat in intimidation. “I know you’re squeezin’ your thighs right now. Wanting to feel something touch your pussy. Bet you’re wet, soaking your panties,” His tongue darted out to lick his lips, glistening his mouth and making it almost impossible not to kiss him. “Want me to go on?”

Her utensils clanged against the plate. A shot of arousal flooding her body. If she focused, she was sure that she could feel the moisture on the apex of her thighs. She wondered if it would be a good idea to tell Mason that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath her scarlet dress.

“I-I,” She stuttered, “I’m not wearing anything underneath,” Her whisper was attentive as if there was an ear pressed up against the door.

“Fuck,” He seethed through his teeth, rolling his head back at the thought of her dripping on the chair. The stain of her slickness flooding between her thighs. It was enough to make his mouth water, “You’re making it hard not to drop on my knees right now,”

As much as she wanted his lips around her clit, tongue prodding between her slit; Y/N knew that this wasn’t the place to do it. She failed to stay quiet when his mouth attached to her core. He was way too good at eating her pussy. Feverishly mouthing her wet skin into his mouth as if he hadn’t eaten in days. Groaning in pleasure like seeing her eyes closed in pure bliss was bringing him satisfaction. “Don’t,’

He tilted his head, saying in a mocking tone, “No?”

She shook her head, watching as he disappeared under the cloth, “What the hell is he doing?” Y/N mumbled to herself. The opaque table cloth prevented her from seeing him. Mason crawled underneath the table, the light from the room seeping through the cloth, allowing him a great view of Y/N’s shaking legs, bouncing up and down.

“M-mason,” His warm palms pushed her legs apart, her scent engulfing his senses. She gripped the corners of the table, keeping her eyes glued on the door directly facing her. She moaned, extremely turned on, throwing caution in the wind.

He pushed her dress up, bunching the silky fabric on the tops of her thighs. Y/N was grateful that the table cloth was long. Mason pulled on her hips, asking her to move closer to the edge of the chair. He spread her thighs further, creating a little nook for himself between her legs. He nipped at the plush skin, making Y/N straighten her back.

“Oh my god,” She whispered. Mixed feelings swirled in her; the rush of being eaten out under the table in a private yet public place spiking her arousal. He gripped her calf, placing her legs over his shoulder for a better position. She tried to appear as normal as possible; not like her boyfriend was about to grace her with his talented tongue. He fisted the fabric of her dress to get it out of the way, balancing her as he traced the tip of his tongue against her slit.

“No fuckin’ panties. Tryna kill me, I swear it,” Mason growled lowly. Y/N sucked her lips into her mouth, eyeing the hinge of the door. A knock sounded from outside, the waiter probably checking in on them. He lifted the table cloth to meet her frantic eyes, “Try to stay quiet for me, yeah?”

The door opened less than a second later. The waiter entering with a tray of wine for a replacement of their empty one. “Hello there, where’s your date?“ A friendly smile directed to her.

Y/N nodded in response, a tight-lipped smile was returned, “In the bathroom,” She inconspicuously reached down to tug on Mason’s hair, warning him to not do anything. Of course, he didn’t listen.

“I’ve brought our finest selection of wine,” The waiter’s gloved hands gestured at the bottles, proceeding to explain each wine’s flavour and history. Y/N tried her best to appear present despite Mason’s warm tongue flattening to lick her deeper. Licks stroking her wetness from her fluttering hole to her sensitive clit, depositing the wetness under the hood. His plump lips puckering around her nub. He sucked softly, trilling his tongue.

“Which one would you like?”

Y/N’s lulled eyes snapped open, “The second one,” The waiter nodded, turning his back to uncork the bottle open. Y/N took the distraction to wet her dry lips, Mason peeking a slit from the cloth to stare at her throat bobbing as she stared at the ceiling. He smirked at the sight, dropping it to get back to work. His fingers dug on the skin of her ass planted on the chair. Heavy breathing filtering through his nose and hitting her mound as he stretched his lips to fit her whole pussy in his mouth. Y/N couldn’t help but release a whimper at the sensation.

“What was that?” The waiter turned around pouring the wine in hers and Mason’s empty glass. Mason bit her thigh as a warning to stay fucking quiet.

“Just…can’t wait to taste it,”

“Is there anything else you need?”

Y/N shook head immediately, “No, you can leave now,” Barely holding on to the moan she wanted to release. The door closed shut, exhaling a sigh of relief. “Holy shit, Mase,”

“Great job, baby. I can’t wait to taste it too,” Mason tightened his wet muscle, firming the tip and using it to outline circles around her entrance. He traced the rim of her opening, gathering all the sweet juices that he had yet to savour, humming low in his throat as he swallowed it down. Groaning heavily against her core, his nose pressing into her clit in added stimulation. She wanted to scream. Her throat ached to yell out his name instead of being forced to experience this much pleasure without an outlet. Y/N wanted to see his face but she was too fucked out to reach over and hold the cloth. The mystery of not knowing his next actions heightening her anticipation, clenching her stomach with the unknown sensations. She balled her hands into a fist, slamming them against the table that had Mason chuckling.

He curled his tongue inside of her, feeling each groove of her core, slicing each wall with an intimate stroke of his tongue. He dropped his legs from his shoulders. She just about shrieked when Y/N felt his middle and ring finger prodding her tight hole, petting her slit as he kissed around her body. She felt frustrated at him for taking away his tongue. She felt absolutely insane and out of control when his fingers plunged into nudge at her swollen g-spot, tapping his tongue rapidly against her button, “You’re so good to me,” She sighed, allowing her body to slouch, her thighs shaking with his abuse. She was sure that the waiter won’t be entering for a while.

“Taste so good for me,” He muttered in response, moaning at the way a clear, thick liquid attached to his bottom lip. He swiped his tongue to break the string, savouring her taste. His fingers curled up, jolting her hips along with the wave of pleasure he was providing her. Silent whimpers littered her mouth, desperate pleas of his name escaping her lips in breathy gasps. Her hand grabbed the back of his head, encouraging him to continue his actions.

Mason made out with her pussy–a full lip-smacking, tongue grazing session with his fingers toying inside of her. He pulled his fingers out of her. She hissed in response, mumbling quiet begs.

“What was that?” He asked arrogantly, instructing her to hold the cloth so that they could see each other. “Want somethin’ from me? Tell me what,”

Sweat dripped on her chest, slipping under her dress. Her eyes clenched shut as she tried to collect her heaving pants into a calm breath, “I want your tongue on me and your fingers,”

“You want my tongue, baby?”

She whined at the nickname, pushing her hips up to feel something. Anything. She was so desperate to cum that she nearly forgot where they were. Her half-eaten dinner was cold from being untouched. The meal was probably in the hundredths yet the only thing she cared about was coming undone.

“Yes, please,”

He granted her wish to stick his tongue further in her pussy until a pull at the back of his throat prevented him. He explored her center with ominous hunger, cheeks wet with spit and arousal. He pressed his face closer, a newfound determination to make her cum right under his nose. Strong strokes of his tongue planing up her nerves almost to the point of pleasurable pain. The harshness of his licks splitting her pussy around his tongue. His mouth pulled her clit, harshly sucking at the nub until it popped from his mouth. Leaning into taking it into his mouth again, humming low in his throat to push her further over the edge. Watching the engorged bundle of nerves redden with his deep sucks and trilling licks. He shook his head, dipping the tip of his tongue into her core, letting his movement prod her walls.

“C’mon, kitten. Cum for me,”

She sobbed feeling the electricity sparking. The coiling spring in her stomach tightening to the point that she could feel the heat radiating from her body. The chilling in her spine buzzed with each flick of his muscle stroking her up and down. Tiny pricks of pins and needles flickered her arse, the rough movements of her hips rubbing her ass against the coarse seat. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, white noise filling her ears. She hadn’t had the sound mind to muffle noises with her palm, leaving every cry she had to release in the open air. Luckily, Mason snaked his arm to cover her mouth just as she heaved a tortured sob. His palm getting wet with tears that exuded from her strained eyes from the force of her orgasm exploding from her center to the rest of her body.

Her fingers twitched with the need to ground herself. Toes curled in her high heels while Mason continued to prolong her orgasm with slick rubs to her clit. His fingers spreading to squeeze the nerve in between, catching the nub at its most heightened sensitivity until she had to push him away, using the tip of her heel to nudge at his torso.

Mason slipped out from under the table, knees cracking from being bent for too long. He stretched his arms over his head. He used his napkin to wipe his dripping fingers, sipping his wine while Y/N panted tiredly.

“You’re insane. I can’t believe you did that,”

He rolled his eyes, “I can’t believe you almost got us caught,” He inspected the questionable stains on his maroon velvet suit, clicking his tongue as if to say ‘oh well’.

“You’re the one who kept going!” Y/N defended, crossing her arms over her chest. She stood up on shaky legs to give him a hug, burying her face in his chest. “Next time, it’s going to be you,”

Mason pushed her back by her shoulders, “Me? What do you mean?” Y/N swatted his chest in annoyance. As if he didn’t know what she meant.

She glazed her eyes over with innocence, a pout on her lips, “I dunno. Might just duck under the table and lick your cock. Maybe even suck the tip. You know how much I love your taste,”

He tensed in her arms, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, “You wouldn’t,” He chuckled in denial, knowing full well that she wasn’t the type to do something as dirty as that.

“No?” She mirrored Mason’s words from earlier, tilting her head to the side. “But I wanna watch you squirm in front of everyone. Wanna feel your big cock deep in my throat and they’d have no idea that you’re letting your little girl suck you off under the table,”

The hardness in his pants nudged her lower stomach, forming a discernible bulge in his black trousers. He was not only a narcissist. Mason wasn’t one to shy away from exploring his sex life with Y/N, wanting to do anything and everything with her. Uncomfortable blurts of precum soaking his boxers at the thought of having to act as if he wasn’t quite literally getting his dick sucked by Y/N’s heavenly mouth.

He can’t wait for their next date.

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IN A RAGE.

— A. GRIEZMANN

pairing: antoine griezmann x fem! reader

summary: usually antoine kept calm during heated matches with his opponents. however, one comment about his wife made him see red.

warning: traumatized reader, lots of angst, cursing, mention of former abusive relationship, mentions of anxiety disorders, and fluff at the end.

word count: 2,4k | ( gif not mine! )

disclaimer: luiz is a fictional character that i made up, in case you’re wondering. hope you like this as much as i liked writing it! <3

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… [Y/N] SAT AT THE STANDS, both of her legs anxiously bouncing as her eyes darted across the stadium with an uneasy expression plastered onto her face. She chewed on her bottom lip, lost in a dire of haunting thoughts that made her want to throw herself off a cliff—quite literally. She halted with her breaths, a shaky sigh escaping her lips as she relived the small argument that was shared between her and her husband, Antoine, and she felt a sting in her chest for her own behavior.

“I don’t understand why you’re making such a big deal–” [Y/N] tried to argue, but was cut off by Antoine, who paused with a look of disbelief, looking at his wife like she’d grown two heads.

Antoine scoffed, resting a hand on his hip. “It matters to me because he hurt you! The fact that we’re playing against each other makes me fucking sick to my stomach. How am I supposed to play fair when that guy’s the reason for the bruises you on your—” [Y/N]’s eyes burgeoned with tears, her jaw tightly clutched as she rapidly shook her head, blocking out her ex-boyfriend’s name.

“Don’t. Don’t talk about him.” [Y/N] shot in a calming manner, her eyes rigid with tears. A reign of pain engulfed her body, but she stood on her ground, not allowing herself to break. Crumbling to pieces was not something she wanted to do at the moment, especially not in front of Antoine.

Luiz Moralez was a menace—even on the football field. Having received multiple cards, yellow and red, go in accordance with how he is as a person outside of football. [Y/N] however, was blinded by love and saw the signs late. She remembered giving her friends a weird look at the comments about him, completely oblivious and too in love to realize that she made a deal with the devil.

A gentle hand rubbed her back, snapping her out of her thoughts. She swallowed a lump into her throat, clenching her jaw before turning her head to Antoine’s sister, Maud, who looked at her with concern. “Are you alright, honey?” she softly asked, her doe-eyes gazing at her with genuine worry.

[Y/N] dug her nails into her palms, biting the insides of her cheeks. The question made her want to sob into her arms, wanting her to rock her body back and forth while caressing her hair. She licked her dry lips before giving her an answer. “I, uh—I don’t know, Maud,” she admitted, giving her an uncertain smile, not sure if the smile was for herself or for her best friend.

Maud’s hand traveled up to her neck, almost wincing at how tense it was. She studied her, her eyes slightly narrowed as she watched how her chest was heaving, making her frown. She glanced at her hands, noticing her fidgeting with her wedding band. Her eyes softened, bringing her warm hand into her cold ones, rubbing her icy skin with her thumb. “You’re safe here. It’s okay.”

[Y/N] cringed internally, feeling like a child. Her jaw was starting to sting at how tight it was clutched. She nodded, repeating her words like a mantra. Her lips muttered her words quietly, earning another rub on her back for reassurance. The dark cloud in her heart became heavier, writhing and squeezing her chest tightly making her let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

A whistle echoed inside the stadium, indicating the players’ appearance. Both of the teams stepped out of the dark hall, making a round of applause and cheers echo inside the stadium. [Y/N] moved her head, trying to catch a glimpse of her husband, but her eyes landed on Luis instead, whose piercing gaze on her made her freeze in her seat.

Blood drained from her skin, her expression stretched into a mask of fright. She could feel her heart palpiate, blood rushing through her ears as she watched him give her a nod in greeting, his lips curving into a smirk. She quickly averted her gaze away toward his husband, whose eyes was on Luis—eyes glowed with fire.

Antoine gently tapped his mascot’s shoulders, giving the child a comforting pat to ease their nerves. He stood across his opponent, who ironically happened to be Luiz. His blood boiled at how he sent a smile to his wife. His mouth quirked with annoyance, lips suppressing fury as he gave him a cold look.

Luiz moved his gaze toward his opponent, an amusing expression plastered onto his features. He had his arms behind his back, shoulders out with a confident posture and Antoine wanted nothing more than to wipe that stupid smirk off his face.

The French man gave him one last glare, turning his attention away from him to the match. Both of the teams gave each other a handshake, mutters of good luck and a tap on the back. Luiz neared Antoine, his rough hands clasping with his.

Antoine tightened his grip on his hand, giving it a squeeze. He gave him a nod, his lips forming into a forced smile. He watched him falter for a moment before returning the same enforcing smile, their eyes dangerously pierced into each other.

The players gathered around the field, waiting for the referee to blow the whistle. Antoine’s eyes darted across the stadium, eyes searching for his wife. His eyes found hers and he gave her an apologetic look, indicating for the small argument they had earlier. He watched her shake her head, blowing a few kisses, her lips chanting with the crowd for the French man.

He smiled, eyes soft and loving, completely oblivious of Luiz giving him a glowering look. After what felt like an internity, the whistle finally blew and the match started. Half of the match went for Antoine’s team, having scoring a goal that went the crowd craving for more. Although Antoine encountered his opponent tackling him and preventing him from scoring, he managed in the end and manuvered the ball skillfully into the net.

That seemed to make Luiz bitter for the whole break and it was obvious for the audience. Some caught him making dull comments about the French man, throwing his hands up exasperated about their performance. Some of his teammates watched the Spanish man with annoyance, making Antoine chuckle under his breath with a shake of his head. This guy, he thought.

The rest of the match started with the other team dribbling the ball and centring to each other. Antoine jogged toward his opponent, managing to catch the ball and leading it to the other direction. The crowd roared with anticipation, watching the French man on the field, skillfully dodging their attempts to take the ball away from him. He was near and getting closer, but as his feet was about to shoot, Luiz happened to prevent the goal by using his body to push his shoulders, sending him to the ground.

[Y/N] gasped, a hand covering her mouth as she watched the spectacle in front of her. Her eyebrows were knitted and her frown deepened. “Fucking asshole,” she cursed out loud, making a few snap their heads toward her direction—agreeing with her comment.

“Asshole? More like a fucking meneance. How isn’t that a yellow card?” A man beside her interjected with a scorn, making a few people around him agree with his statement, their shouts of anger filling her ears.

Antoine stood up on his feet, feeling his shoulder sting. He wiped off sweat that was trickling down his face and clenched his jaw. His face flushed with anger, watching how Luiz took the ball away from him. He noticed a few of his teammates crying in protest, yelling at the referee for a yellow card to the man. He patted a team player on the back, indicating to keep going and reassuring that he was fine.

Luiz dribbled the ball, maneuvering around his opponent as he neared the net. The crowd cheered, boosting his skills as his foot went for a potential score, but was blocked by Antoine, who jumped in front of the net and slid his body against the grass.

It was only a few minutes left and the other team could already taste victory. Just as Antoine stood up from the grass, his body was tackled to the ground, his hip hitting the ground with a harsh thump. A yelp tore through his throat, his hand gripping his left hip with gritted teeth.

“Fucking jerk,” he grumbled, clenching his jaw. His teammates ran to his side, carefully helping him up to his feet before making a run to attack the Spanish player. They shared their complaints to the referee on his behalf, eyes dripped with spite as they looked at the opposite team.

Antoine felt a prickling pain at his left hip, making him let out a shaky breath as he halted toward Luiz with a neutral expression on his face to prevent himself from punching his face. He watched him letting out a scoff, pushing one of his teammates out of the way to defend himself.

A whistle pulled him out of his thoughts, making him snap his head toward the referee. Luiz could only shrug, a cocky expression plastered onto his face as he neared the referee. “We almost scored, he ruined the shot, man. I almost had it!” he defend himself with a glare, looking at his Antoine, whose veins in his neck stood out in living ridges, ready to pop out any second.

After a bargain of shouts and protests, the referee sent Luiz off the field, bringing a red card in the air and Antoine thought he was seeing things as he watched the other team cheer. He scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief at the interaction and turned on his heel to play the last few minutes that was left.

A harsh tug at his shoulder made him quickly turn around and immediately met with the face that he despised the most. He narrowed his eyes, a scowl forming on his handsome features as he looked at his opponent’s expression turning into a sour look, indicating his red card.

He watched him open his mouth, but he cut him off before he could utter a word, already knowing what he was going to say. Antoine inched closer, his unwavering gaze holding him in his place. “Say a fucking word about my wife, I dare you. Back. Off.” he sneered, his jaw clutched as he looked at him with a cold glare before leaving him on the spot.

“Why not? She’s a fucking whore.” Antoine halted with his steps and turned around once again. A look of rage morphed into his face, along with a flushed face and his lips turning thin before barging toward him, his hands using all his strengths to send him back to the ground.

“What the hell did you just say about her?” Even Luiz’s teammates gave him disappointed looks, a look of shock etched onto their faces as they watched him uttering words like that. A teammate pushed Luiz back to prevent him to throw a punch at the French player. “Hey, enough! You’ve done enough, man.”

[Y/N]’s eyes brimmed with tears, her lips forming into a downwards pout as she tried to stop the overwhelming emotions bubbling to the surface. Another whistle blew, signaling that the game was over and their team won. The crowd cheered screams of joy, completely forgetting about the heated interactin between the players.

She stood up from her seat, ignoring Maud’s pleads as her feet hit the staircase to lead her down the dark hall. She watched the team entering the hallaway, their brims of smiles widening at their another win. She clutched her chest, her body glued into a corner as her eyes frantically searched for her husband. She rubbed the back of her crossed arms, hot tears threatening to fall. She sniffled, wiping her nose with her hand and slowly sauntered toward, catching a glimpse of blonde locks at the peripheral of her vision.

Antoine gave his coach a forced smile, giving him an embrace. He heard his words of praise, but his mind was elsewhere and he longed for his wife. His eyes averted away from his coach toward the entrance hall, trying to find her among the heavy mass.

[Y/N] let out a breath she held for awhile, feeling her shoulders relax as her eyes finally locked with his. She let her feet lead her, fastening her pace, desperate to be into his arms. A breathy smile reached her face, her hands cupping both of his cheeks before engulfing him into her arms.

Antoine let out a tired sigh, hiding his face into her hair as he pulled her closer to his body. He rocked them back and forth, enjoying being in each other arms as they both whispered words of love and sweet nothings. “I’m sorry, mon chéri (my darling).” he murmed into her neck, planting a soft kiss into her skin before pulling away.

[Y/N] shook her head, her hand drifting to hold the side of his neck as her thumb brushed his jaw. She felt him relax at her touch, reaching his hand to cover with hers. “You have nothing to be sorry for. You’re right—what you said, you know. I just, uh, I didn’t know what to say and I–I–” her words got caught in her throat, a vibrant blush creeping up her cheeks at his soft gaze.

Antoine caught her chin, his thumb gliding across her cheekbones in a tender and gentle caress. He captured her lips for a loving kiss. She met his kiss with a dreamy sigh, her hands sliding up to wrap around his shoulder to pull him closer, deepening the kiss.

They broke away the kiss, their forehead leaned against each other. Antoine’s lips curved up, both of his hands caressing her flushed cheeks. He hummed, planting a kiss on her forehead before pulling her into his chest. “I love you so much, you know that right? More than that psycho..” he told her, feeling her muffled laughs into his chest.

[Y/N] pulled away, giving her husband a giggle. “I know, sweetheart. I love you so much as well, Antoine.” she mirrored his affection, giving him a loving smile.

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