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Mason Mount Imagine | seven

Author's note: I hadn't written an imagine in ages, but yesterday after seeing these gifs of Mason at that charity event the other day I got inspired, and here we are 😁 Hopefully this will give me the last push I need to finish my next story, who also happens to be about Mason 👀 As always, I hope you like it, and thank you for reading! 💜 Little summary: Your dad works at a chairty auction and has asked you to be his plus one. You expect to bore yourself to death, but a cute guy with a dimple has other plans 👀 (Female reader/pov)

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“Dad, do I really have to go?”

“Yes, honey. You must.”

“But it is going to be so boring…” I complain. “What am I going to do at an auction full of old people?”

“Thank you for the compliment” he chuckles. “But you will be supporting your father after months of hard work. And there will be young people too.”

“Sure” I snort.

“There will be. Now c'mon, I can't be late.”

“But…”

“Chop, chop, honey.”

“Ok, fine” I sigh. “Just promise me you won't call me honey in front of everyone.”

“I won't” he smiles, opening the door of our house. “You look beautiful, by the way.”

“Thank you, dad. But I feel like I may rip this dress any moment now” I say as I walk past him, crossing all my fingers so it actually doesn't happen, and I end up making a fool of myself in front of all his work colleagues and some of the richest people in the city.

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“Ok, this is your seat, hon… Your seat” my dad smiles after I give him a murderous look.

“Aren't you sitting down with me?”

“I still have to take care of a bunch of things.”

“Are you leaving me alone? And surrounded by strangers?”

“You'll be fine, honey” he chuckles. “I promise I'll come and have a drink with you. Now try to have some fun.”

“But dad…” I start, not being able to finish my complaint since he is already gone. "Great" I sigh.

“So, do you come here often?” someone says, taking the empty seat next to mine.

“I beg your pardon?” I say, turning around to face the owner of that voice.

“That was bad, wasn't it?” he laughs.

“Worse” I say, my eyes fixed on him. On the cutest guy I have ever laid eyes on.

He is wearing a classic black suit with a black tie, nothing too shocking. But paired with the smile on his face and the dimple on his left cheek… wow. Simply wow.

“What are you doing at an event like this, tho?” he asks me. “I wasn't expecting to meet anyone younger than 50” he chuckles, his dimple showing once again. Is it possible to fall in love with something like that? Because I think I just have.

“My dad convinced to come as his plus one and support him tonight.”

“Is he part of the auction?”

“He is the guy running around like a headless chicken to make sure everything is ok” I laugh, looking at him when he suddenly shows up running up and down the stage.

“Martin?”

“Yep, that's him. Do you know him?”

“I do. He is a really nice guy.”

“I may be a bit biased here… But he is, yes” I smile. “He has put so much work and sleepless nights into today's auction… Like, I don't know how many coffees I made for him while he tried to convince this football player to be part of it.”

“A football player?”

“Yeah, a super famous one, I can't remember his name. He kept telling my dad that he was super busy with other commitments” I snort. “What commitments could have a guy who makes a living from kicking a ball? Spending lots of money in ugly clothes just because they have a certain logo, and buying huge cars?”

“Don't forget about the ugly haircuts and tattoos” he chuckles.

“That too.”

“Aren't you into football, then?”

“Nah, not my thing. What about you?” I ask him, finally daring to look him in the eyes. Which is a big mistake, because even in the kind of dark light of the room, I can see that he has the most beautiful brown eyes ever. Eyes that are currently giving me a mischievous look I can't understand.

“Not my thing either. Footballers are a bunch of twats” he says, making me laugh. “Anyway... I know we just met, but I'm gonna need your help with something.”

“Mine?”

“Yours” he says with a smile that matches the look on his eyes. “I'm about to be auctioned.”

“You what?”

“It sounds bad if you say it like that, but people are basically going to bid money to have a personal experience with me.”

“That isn't making it sound any better.”

“Oh, you dirty mind” he smirks, making my cheeks start to burn. Thank God he can't notice with the low light. Or can he? “But some people here may be expecting that kind of experience. Earlier I overheard a couple of women talking about me and looking at me in a way that… Well. You can imagine.”

“I don't blame them, tho” I say, speaking before thinking.

“Thank you” he smiles, that dimple I'm definitely in love with showing in all its glory. “So, what I need you to do, is to win my auction.”

“What? With which money?”

“Mine.”

“What?” I say again. “Is that allowed?”

“I don't think so. But since it is for charity, I think your dad can look the other way and allow it. What do you say? Will you win this for me? I promise you you will have the best date ever.”

“A date?” I say, almost choking with my own words.

“Unless you have a partner and I'm making things weird.”

“No, no. There is no one” I quickly say, my cheeks burning once again, and especially when I notice how I've made him smile.

“Great” he says. “It'll be very easy. They will say a number and you…”

“I know how an auction works.”

“Yes, of course. Of course you do” he apologizes. “Will you do it, then? Pretty please?” he pouts, making me focus on his lips. Lips that look so kissable and so…

“Fine, I will” I sigh, giving up and focusing on a different part of his face. But even his hair looks attractive.

“Thank you” he smiles once again, kissing my cheek. “And that's my cue, I have to go. Don't worry about the amount of money, ok? I can pay whatever they offer.”

“Ok” I nod, my brain still thinking about the feeling of his lips on my cheek, on how my skin tingles.

“And you have number 19 on your bidding paddle, that's my lucky one. Everything will work out, you'll see.”

“Yes” I nod again.

“See you in a bit” he winks before leaving our table and me trying to understand everything I'm feeling and that just happened.

“And now for our next bidding… Mr. Mason Mount, Manchester United player and football star!” a voice announces from the stage.

“What?” I say, snapping out of whatever is going on with me and focusing on the guy walking up the stage. “No way” I gasp.

It's him. The cute boy with the dimple who just convinced me to bid for him and win this auction… It's Mason freaking Mount. The football player my dad spent hours trying to convince to attend tonight. The one I basically called a twat to his face.

“Remember that the winner will get to enjoy a personal experience with Mr. Mount. Not that type of experience...” the auctioneer chuckles as some women start giggling. “Are we ready? We'll begin with £1,000.”

The moment he says that number, a bunch of bidding paddles are raised.

“Ok, what about £2,000? Does anyone offer £2,000?”

More paddles around me. People definitely are eager to spend some time with him, with Mason. And once again, I don't blame them.

I've spent five minutes with him, and you could say they have been some of the best five minutes of my life. And not because of how handsome and cute he is or because I'm in love with his dimple. There is something about him, about the way he talks, looks and listens to you, that makes you feel… I don't know. Comfortable.

“What about… £5,000!”

Still the same amount of paddles. No one is giving up. And it keeps being like that as the number keeps going up and up until it makes it to…

“£50,000! Does anyone offer £50,000?”

People start whispering among themselves, trying to decide if they should make an offer or not. And then, a blonde woman raises her bidding paddle.

“We have an offer! Anyone else?” the auctioneer says.

That woman is going to win, and Mason doesn't seem to be too happy about it. The look he is giving me from the stage is saying it all, and also reminding me that I should be bidding for him too.

“And we have another offer!” the auctioneer says when I raise my paddle, Mason smiling from ear to ear while my dad looks at me as if I've grown another head.

“What the hell?” he mouths.

“Trust me” I say back.

“Ok, what about £51,000? Does anyone offer £51,000? Ladies?”

Once again, I can feel Mason's eyes fixed on me.

“And we have £51,000 from the lady in the back!” the auctioneer announces when I raise my paddle, everyone in the room looking my way. “£51,000 at one… £51,000 at two… £51,000 at three! We have a winner!” he says, hitting his little hammer so loud that I can feel it in my bones, Mason pointing in my direction with a smile that could make anyone's knees feel like jelly. Dear God, what did I just do?

“Honey, what did you just do? Are you drunk?” my dad says, suddenly showing up next to me.

“I can explain everything, I swear.”

“Miss, could you please join us on stage?” the auctioneer says.

“You better. Now let's go, they are waiting for you.”

“But dad, wait. I can't. I can't go in there.”

“You won the auction, honey. You must go up there” he says, helping me get up.

“Dad, I can't. I…” And then, I hear it. The back of my dress ripping. “Dad!” But he isn't listening, already dragging me to the stage where Mason is waiting.

“Please let's give a round of applause for this young lady!” the auctioneer says.

“Thank you for… Hey, are you ok?” Mason says as he takes my hand and helps me up the stage.

“I'm pretty sure I just ripped the back of my dress” I say while everyone claps.

“Oh, shit” he says, looking at my back. “I'll help you, don't worry.”

“Do you have magical fingers?” I say with a nervous laugh. “Like fingers that can sew” I quickly add after seeing the smirk on his face.

“I do have magical fingers, and among other things, they can do this” Mason says, putting his hand on my back to make sure the dress doesn't open, the feeling making me gasp.

“Thank you very much for your generosity, Miss” the auctioneer says, unaware of everything that is going on. “We hope you enjoy your time with Mr. Mount.”

“Thank you” I manage to say, my brain only being able to focus on Mason's hand on my back, on one of his fingers touching my skin. I'm pretty sure he can feel it burning.

“Now, onto our next bid!” he announces as we leave the stage, my dad already waiting for us.

“What have you done, honey? £51,000! We don't have that money!”

“But I do, Martin. I asked her to bid for me” Mason explains. “Here, put this on” he says, taking off his jacket and putting it around my shoulders. “This should help cover the back of your dress.”

“Thank you” I mutter, missing the feeling of his hand and especially that one finger on my back. Though it doesn't last long. He is so close to me while helping me with his jacket, that I can smell his perfume all around me, and it smells so good…

“What do you mean you asked her to bid for you?” my dad asks, completely ignoring that I may be melting.

“I didn't want one of those women to win. I don't trust them, to be honest” he chuckles. “And this is for charity, isn't it? It should not matter if the money comes from me or them.”

“I guess, yes. But…”

“Martin? We need you” someone says behind my dad.

“Yes, of course” he tells them. “We'll continue this conversation later” he says, looking first at Mason and then at me.

“That went well” he chuckles as we watch my dad walk away.

“Did it?”

“It did. They now have £51,000 they will definitely put to good use, I am free from that woman, and you just got yourself a personal experience with Mason Mount” he smiles.

“Hasn't all this been an experience already?”

“It definitely has, yes” he chuckles. “But the one I'm offering you will be more enjoyable. We could go shopping for ugly and very expensive clothes” he says with a teasing smile.

“I could actually do with a new dress seeing that this one… Well. It has seen better days.”

“You look beautiful, tho.”

“Thank you” I mutter, looking down and starting to play with one of the buttons on his jacket to hide that my face is about to burst into flames. “Sorry about what I said earlier, by the way.”

“About what?”

“About calling you a twat.”

“I called myself a twat, you didn't. And if someone has to apologize, that should be me for not telling you who I really was.”

“I guess...”

“I think this makes it a tie in the apologies department. Don't you agree… honey?”

“I beg your pardon?” I say, finally daring to look him in the face.

“Ok, ok. Forget that I said that” he laughs. “The look you just gave me is scary as hell.”

“You deserve it. That is my dad's nickname, and no one else can use it. Sometimes not even him.” Like tonight, for example.

“I'm sorry. I truly am” Mason says, getting serious. “I just thought it was really cute.”

“When you are a kid, maybe. But I'm not five anymore.”

“I'm sorry” he says again. “I guess I'll have to think of a good nickname for our date. Something that doesn't sound too childish and that…”

“Wait, wait, wait” I interrupt him. “Our date?”

“Or personal experience, call it what you want” he shrugs.

“Are we actually doing it?”

“Of course we are. You paid for it, didn't you?”

“You paid for it” I correct him.

“Small details” he replies. “But you and I are going on a date, and I promise you it is gonna be an experience you won't forget” Mason says, taking my hand on his and kissing it, the way he is looking at me when he does it, plus the smile on his face (dimple included) and the feeling of his lips on my skin, making me feel things I can't explain.

I'm going out on a date with Mason Mount. The Mason Mount. A freaking football star.

And oh... my God.

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Authors note: I know some of you may now be like, I need a part 2, I need to know what do they do on that date! 😅 But I've run out of ideas, so if you can think of something they could do or where they could go, let me know and I'll try to write something. Though I can't promise anything.

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canirove · 1 year

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Mason Mount Imagine | five

Author’s note: Something super random I wrote the other day after seeing Calvin Harris post about “One kiss”, his song with Dua Lipa, and remembering what the lyrics say. Wasn’t going to post it today, but yeah, why not? 😅 Hope you like it! 💜

Little summary: You are a Dj, and the host of the radio show where you are being interviewed gets Mason on it. That leads to you playing at a Chelsea party, and meeting with him again, this time in person. (Female reader/pov)

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"Changing the topic a bit, and correct me if I'm wrong, but you are a Chelsea fan, aren't you?"

"I am, yes. My dad bought me a shirt the moment he found out my mum was pregnant."

"Oh wow" Rich laughs. "Are you ready for the Champions League final?"

"Kind of. Thinking about it makes me nervous but also so excited."

"Will you be attending the game?"

“I wish" I sigh. "I have a show in Germany that night. If there is extra time, I will miss it."

"So they better win on the 90 minutes."

"Yes, please. Do it for me" I chuckle.

"Any favourite player?"

"Oh, I'm gonna be very original with my answer... Mason Mount."

"He's hot, isn't he?"

"Don't go there, Rich" I laugh while giving him a murderous look.

"Ok, ok" he replies. "But I'm glad you said his name, because we actually have him on the other side of the phone. Morning, Mason Mount."

"Good morning, Rich" he says. "How are you, man?"

"Oh, shit" I say under my breath.

"I'm good, thank you. So, Mase, I believe you are a big fan of our guest today."

"I am, yes."

“Thank you” I say.

"Do you guys play her songs in the changing room?" Rich asks.

"We do, yes. Especially when we need to be motivated, they are the best."

"Any favourite one?"

"Personally... "One kiss". Love the rhythm, and your voice sounds amazing."

"Thank you" I say again, my cheeks starting to feel a bit warm.

"It is a very sexy song. And so is the music video. Have you watched it?"

"I have" Mason says.

"Any favourite scene? I really like it when you sing "I just wanna feel your skin on mine, feel your eyes do the expexploring" while looking straight into the camera. Felt things there."

"Richard!" I laugh.

"What about you, Mase?"

"I liked the whole thing."

"Oh... Got it" Rich laughs. "Have you guys ever met? Follow each other on Instagram? Slided into the other's dms?"

"So noisy, Richard" I laugh. "We follow each other, but that's all."

"Then we need to do something about that! Mase, if you win the Champions League, you must convince Chelsea to have her play at your party."

"I'll try. That would atually be really cool."

"What do you say?Are you up for it?" Rich asks me.

"I would love that, yes" I say. "Now you just have to win, Mason."

"We'll try" he laughs. "And on the 90 minutes."

"Perfect" I smile.

"Mase, bro. Thank you very much for these 5 minutes, we really appreciate it" Rich says.

"Of course, bro."

"Good luck on the final" I say.

"Thank you very much" he replies.

"Mason Mount, ladies and gentlemen!" Rich adds.

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"That was smooth" I say once the radio show is over.

"What do you mean?" Rich asks.

"Playing matchmaker with me and Mount?"

"I wasn't doing that."

"Of course not, Rich" I say, rolling my eyes.

"Ok, fine, maybe a bit. But it's because I think you would make a really nice couple. And you do find him hot."

"Whatever. I just hope we aren't on all the headlines tomorrow."

"I can already see it. The dj and the football star, flirting live on the radio" he laughs.

"Exactly" I say, elbowing him on the ribs.

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"You won't believe who just called" my agent says.

"I'm all ears."

"Chelsea."

"Who?" I ask while looking for a sweatshirt on my wardrobe.

"The football team, you silly! They want you to play at the private party they are throwing to celebrate the Champions League!"

"Really?"

"Yep! Looks like Mount did as he promised..."

"Yeah" I say, focusing on finding that damn sweatshirt to keep me from thinking too much about it. About Mason asking his team to have me at their party.

"Maybe he fancies you."

"Mason Mount? Fancying me?" I snort.

"Yes, you. You would make a really nice couple, you know."

"Don't be like Rich, please."

"I don't know what you are talking about. But we better find you a good outfit, you must look hotter than ever."

"Why?"

"Just in case..." my agent smirks.

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"This song goes for the goal scorer" I say, the first notes of "One Kiss" starting to play.

While everyone starts cheering and singing, I look for Mason among the crowd.

🎶 And I know that you'll still wanna see me

On the Sunday morning, music real loud

Let me love you while the moon is still out 🎶

When I finally spot him, he is smiling, his eyes fixed on me. I smile back, and he raises his glass, starting to sing the chorus of the song.

🎶 One kiss is all it takes

Falling in love with me

Possibilities

I look like all you need 🎶

After that, I have to look down, my cheeks burning. But my moment of shyness doesn't last long. When the next verse starts, I look for him again, meeting his eyes and now being the one who is singing, a cocky smile on his face while he watches me.

🎶 I just wanna feel your skin on mine

Feel your eyes do the exploring

Passion in the message when you smile

Take my time

Something in you lit up heaven in me

The feeling won't let me sleep

'Cause I'm lost in the way you move, the way you feel 🎶

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"Someone wants to meet you."

"Who?" I ask while I get changed.

"The goal scorer" my agent says with the biggest grin.

"Mason?"

"Yep. Do I ask him to come in?"

"I..." I say, looking around the little room Chelsea set for me to use as a dressings room. It is a mess. "I guess. But wait."

"What?"

"How do I look?"

"Gorgeous" my agent winks before leaving.

"Ok" I say to myself while taking deep breaths. Why am I this nervous? He is just a guy. One to whom I basically sang that I want to have sex with him, but just a guy.

"That was an amazing show."

"Oh shit!" I jump.

"I'm sorry, I should have knocked before coming in."

"No, it's ok, it's ok" I smile. "I was just... Thinking."

"About anything in particular?" Mason asks with a cheeky smile.

"Just one song that I didn't sound like I wanted" I lie.

"Well, like I said... That was amazing, I loved it. And so did everyone else."

"Thank you, it means a lot. And congratulations on winning the Champions League."

"Thank you" he smiles. "And since we are thanking things, thank you for dedicating me my favourite song."

"Oh, that was nothing" I say with a nervous laugh.

"I think it actually was something" he says, taking a few steps forward towards me.

"What do you mean?"

"I just wanna feel your skin on mine, feel your eyes do the exploring”. You sang that to me."

"Did I?" I gulp.

"Yep" he says, licking his lips and making me feel... Things, like Rich said on the radio.

"I was... I just..."

"You..." he says, now standing very close to me.

"It's just a song" I shrug.

"One that you wrote."

"Yes."

"And is it true what it says? That one kiss is all it takes to fall in love with you?"

"I..."

"I want to see if it's true" Mason whispers while his thumb caresses my cheek.

"You... Do?"

"I do" he whispers again, his lips almost touching mine. "And then..."

"And then?" I ask.

"Might need your company tonight" he smiles, quoting another verse of the song before finally kissing me.

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canirove · 1 year

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Mason Mount Imagine | four | Christmas Edition 🎄✨

Author's note: If after reading this, you are interested on what happened next... 😉

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*Female reader/pov

"Thank you so much for taking Lola to this thing. If the little one wasn't sick, you know I would do it myself."

"It's ok, don't worry."

"I know you don't like anything that has to do with football or him."

"I'll survive."

"I promise I'll get you something good for Christmas as a thank you."

"You still haven't bought my present? Monica, Christmas is in two days!"

"That's enough time" she shrugs.

"Auntie!" my niece Lola says, running towards me.

"Hello, gorgeous. Are you ready?" I say, hugging her.

"I am!" she replies, doing a twirl so I can see that she's wearing Chelsea from head to toe. And, of course, she's wearing her Mount shirt.

She's been in love with him since last year, when he visited her school and defended her against some kids who didn't let her play football with them because she was a girl. After that, she took football even more seriously, and now she's playing for a girls team and has made half our family Chelsea fans.

Not me, though. I don't like football, and I can't stand Mason Mount and everything around him. He isn't that handsome, or funny, charming, such a good player... He is overrated. Very, overrated.

"Enjoy, darling" her mum says, giving her a quick hug. "And you, sis, be nice. Who knows, maybe you'll meet him in person and fall in love with him."

"Ha ha" I say, rolling my eyes.

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"I'm so nervous, auntie!" Lola says. We've been waiting for an hour, Mason talking and taking photos with other kids who, like her, have been selected to meet him through their football academies. And from time to time, I catch him looking at us, always smiling at me. Keep trying, Mount.

"Hello and Merry Christmas!" he says when it finally is our turn.

"Merry Christmas" Lola says.

"Have we met before? That red hair of yours looks so familiar..."

"We have! You went to my school and defended me against some boys who didn't let me play football with them."

"Oh, yes. You had a Spanish name, right?"

"Yes, Lola!" she says, a big smile on her face. I guess that if my idol remembered me, I would also smile like that.

"And who is this?" he asks her, looking at me.

"That's my auntie. She doesn't like you, that's why she looks angry."

"Let me guess... Arsenal fan?"

"I'm an I don't like football fan" I say.

"But I am going to change her mind" Lola says.

"I'll help you" Mason winks. "So, should we take some photos? Your auntie is invited."

"I think I'll pass" I say with a fake smile.

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"And this is where we get changed" Mason says when we walk into the changing room. After the introductions and taking some photos, he's now being our Cobham's tour guide.

"What do you guys think?" he asks Lola and I while the others take some photos.

"It's just a changing room" I shrug. "Though I was expecting to see some of your clothes, confirm if they are as ugly on person as on photos."

"Auntie!" Lola says, he eyes going wide.

"I'm sorry to disappoint, but today I came here dressed like this" he says, pointing at his Chelsea tracksuit. "You don't like it?"

"It's better than the one with sequins, so it's something."

"They weren't sequins" he says, trying to sound offended.

"If you say so... Where to next?"

"The gym" he says. "C'mon guys, time to keep moving."

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"That was a really nice shot."

"Thank you" I say, picking up at the ball and shooting again. Once at the gym and after explaining what all the machines do to a very annoying man, I decided to move to the little basketball area they have while the kids play with the machine goalkeepers have to train their reflexes.

"Is basketball your favourite sport, then?" Mason asks me.

"Nope. I played when I was in high school and I kind of enjoy it, but I don't watch it or anything."

"No football, no basketball... Tennis? Rugby? Cricket?"

"No, no and no" I say, shooting again.

"Then what sport do you like?" he asks again, picking the ball.

"Formula 1."

"Uh, fancy" he says, shooting and missing.

"That was so bad" I laugh.

"I'm good with a ball on my feet. With my hands I'm good at other things" he says with a mischievous smile.

"Of course you are" I say, rolling my eyes.

"Let me guess who is your favourite driver. Lando? I'm friends with him."

"I'm not interested on kids."

"He isn't a kid, he is my age."

"Exactly" I say with a big smile.

"Ok, so if you like them older... Hamilton?"

"Nope."

"Ummm... Vettel?"

"Not him."

"Then I give up."

"So easily, Mount?" I ask, arching a brow.

"I can't think of any other drivers who are older" he shrugs.

"Ricciardo."

"He is the one you like?"

"He is."

"Interesting... You may have a type, because we have something in common, you know?"

"Yeah, sure" I snort.

"We do" he says, touching his nose before leaving to join the others.

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"Welcome to the cantine!" Mason says when we walk in. "We usually only have super duper healthy food, but since it's Christmas and we have guests, we've chosen a very special menu. Follow me."

Like he said, instead of fruit, pasta and all those things football players eat, they have different Christmas meals, and at the end of the buffet, there is a table full of chocolates and all kinds of sweets for the kids. And for those who aren't kids too, I hope.

"Auntie, let's seat next to the window" Lola says after we've picked our food.

"May I join you?" Mason says behind us.

"Of course!" she replies with a big smile.

"Shouldn't you be sitting with the others? Like spending some time with each kid or something?" I ask.

"I'll do that later. Besides, there are no empty seats left."

"Don't be so rude, auntie. It's Christmas!"

"It's Christmas" he repeats with a big smile, making me roll my eyes. Again.

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"Ok, everyone, listen up" Mason says once we all have finished eating. "To end the day, we are going to play Secret Santa. You'll pick a name from this bag, and then make a gift for the person you've been assigned. There are lots of Chelsea merch over there, you can pick as many things as you want. I will also be playing, which means that you'll have to get me a present, and I will get you one: the shirt I wore on my last game. It's been washed, don't worry" he says, making everyone laugh. Everyone but me. "Ok, let's start the game!"

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"I wonder who is getting his shirt" Lola says.

"I don't know. But we know that the boy over there is the one gifting him. His little scream gave it away" I chuckle.

"Who wants to start?" Mason asks.

"I will!" the boy I just mentioned says, moving to the table where all the presents are. "Oh..." he says, opening his box and finding a scarf and a teddy bear.

"Sorry I wasn't Mason" a woman says.

"It's ok" the boy replies, looking very disappointed.

There only are two presents left when it finally is my turn, and one of them is the shirt.

"You got it, auntie. I can feel it!" Lola whispers next to me.

"I hope you're wrong" I say to myself, walking towards the table.

"Merry Christmas" Mason says, giving me the present with my name on it.

"Thank you" I reply. And when I open it... "Damn it" I say under my breath.

"We have a lucky winner!" he grins, everyone around me cheering and clapping.

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"You can wear it on Boxing Day."

"What?"

"My shirt" Mason says.

"Why would I do that?"

"Because you are coming to my game."

"No, I am not" I chuckle.

"Yes, you are. Lola?" he calls. "Lola, why don't you tell your auntie about my secret present?"

"Oh, yes!" she says, joining us. "He has got us tickets for Chelsea's Boxing Day game! Like, for the whole family!"

"And the whole family includes you" he says with that stupid smile of his, the one that shows a dimple on his cheek. Why have I noticed something like that?

"I don't like football."

"But it is a special day, auntie" Lola pouts.

"C'mon, don't be a Grinch" he says, also pouting.

"I hate you. Both of you" I say.

"Is that a yes?" Lola asks.

"It's a maybe."

"Great!" she says, hugging me.

"May I join you?" Mason asks.

"Yes, group hug!"

"What? No!" I say. But before I can escape, he also is hugging me, his face very close to mine.

"Merry Christmas, auntie" he says, smiling once again.

"Fuck you" I whisper, making him laugh.

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"That wasn't that bad, was it?" my sister Monica asks after the game.

"I loved every second of it!" Lola says. "And Mason scored! I think he dedicated it to us. Or to you, auntie."

"Mount fancies you?" my dad asks.

"No! Of course not!" I say.

"Then why are you blushing?"

"Because you all are very annoying. Him included. Can we please go home now?"

"We can't" Monica says. "We are supposed to meet him and thank him for the tickets."

"What? Since when?"

"The tickets came with a note that said that" she shrugs.

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"That game was amazing, boy" my dad says, patting Mason on the back. "And the goal? Wow."

"Thank you, sir" he says with a shy smile. "What did you think?"

"I don't know, I was looking at my phone" I say.

"Of course you were."

"Lola, dad, why don't we go get ourselves a drink, uh?" my sister says.

"And leave him alone with her?" my dad says.

"She'll behave. Won't you, sis?"

"I'll try."

"They are really nice" Mason says once they have left.

"Unlike me?"

"You also are nice. On your own weird way" he chuckles. "So... I was wondering... Would you... Would you like to go grab a drink or go out for dinner one day?"

"Who? Me? With you?"

"Yes, you and I. Why so surprised?"

"I don't like you, Mason."

"Yet" he says with a smile. That smile.

"You are a stubborn one, aren't you?"

"Look who is talking" he laughs. "But yes, I am. And I won't stop until I convince you to go out on a date with me."

"Why?"

"I don't know. There is something about you that I like" he shrugs.

"Well, there is nothing about you that I like."

"You are such a bad liar..."

"Whatever" I say, crossing my arms over my chest. Because maybe he's right. Maybe I do like something about him. Like his smile. Or how cute he was with all the kids the other day, definitely not behaving like a diva.

"This is my number" he says, giving me a card. "Text me when you are free. I'll be looking forward to it."

"It's not going to happen, you know?" I say, taking the card.

"We shall see. Merry Christmas... auntie" he says, catching me by surprise and kissing my cheek.

"Merry Christmas, Mount" I reply, surprising myself when I feel my face burning, and trying not to smile. Because maybe, huge maybe here... He isn't that bad after all.

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If you are interested on what happened next... 😉

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Mason Mount Imagine | six

Author’s note: Wrote this the other day after watching a video of Zinchenko here on tumblr talking about his proposal to his wife, and how it didn’t worked out the way he had wanted it to. So that’s the summary of this imagine, a proposal that didn’t go as the reader (female in this case) had planned 😅 Hope you like it and thank you for reading! 💜

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"Wait, so you want to propose to Mason during an interview?

"Yes, but a fake one. The camera will be recording but there will be no signal."

"Ok…"

"Do you think he'll like it? You are his best friends, Dec. You know him better than anyone."

"He'll probably freak out, this isn't the usual, you know?" Declan chuckles. "But he loves you more than anything. He will definitely say yes."

"I hope so" I sigh. "And I also hope you win the game. Like, imagine you don't and when he comes talk to me he is gutted!"

"This national team is one of the weakest of the group, we should have an easy game. But we will do our best."

"Thank you" I smile. "Anyway, gotta go get everything ready for tomorrow. Don't say a word to him!"

"I won't. Pinky promise?"

"Pinky promise" I laugh, interlacing my finger with his.

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"Thank you very much, Declan."

"Cheers."

"And we are out" my camera man says.

"Dec, can we talk for a moment before you go do the other interviews?"

"Yes, sure" he says as we move away from the others.

"How is he?"

"Devastated."

"Devastated?"

"Yeah" Declan sighs. "He blames himself for today's loss."

"But he just missed a penalty! It wasn't all his fault!"

"That's what I've told him, but you know him" he shrugs.

"Shit. Shit, shit, shit!"

"I guess you aren't proposing tonight, are you?"

"I…"

"Hi, sorry to interrupt" says Eddie, England's photographer. "But they are wondering if your plan is still in motion. Mason doesn't seem to be in the best mood, to be honest."

"Wait, Eddie knows?" Declan asks me.

"Yeah, he does. He is an amazing photographer and I wanted to have him around."

"Thank you" Eddie smiles. "But what should I tell them? Do I ask them to bring Mason or…"

"No, don't. Tonight isn't the night."

"I'm so sorry" Declan says, giving my arm an encouraging squeeze. "I'm sure you'll find another cool way to ask him."

"Yeah" I whisper.

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"Hello, gorgeous."

"Hi" Mason mutters.

"Ready to go home?"

"Yeah" he replies as he gets into the car.

"I was thinking that maybe we could get some pizza for dinner? You must be famished after the game."

"I'm not hungry."

"Mason… it wasn't your fault."

"But I missed the penalty that could have meant us winning the game!"

"And Pickford made a mistake on the first goal, and the whole defense on the second one. Even if you had scored, it would had not changed anything."

"The mood would have been different."

"Or not. We will never know, so stop blaming yourself, ok?" I say, caressing his cheek.

"I'll try" he sighs.

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"Mason, what… what are you doing up this late? It's 4 a.m." I yawn as I walk into the kitchen, the lights blinding me.

"I couldn't sleep because I was hungry, and came to see if we had something on the fridge."

"I told you we should have gotten that pizza."

"Yeah, I know. I ordered from a different place and it sucks."

"Wait, you bought pizza this late at night?"

"Yeah. There are places open 24 hours" he shrugs.

"Bad places."

"Really bad places" he chuckles. "But something happened."

"Uh?"

"I paid the delivery guy with your money because I couldn't find my wallet, and look what I found on your bag" Mason smiles, showing me a small box.

"Oh shit" I say, suddenly feeling wide awake.

"This looks like a ring box. Why do you have a ring box on your bag? Did someone ask you to marry them?"

"What? No! No, no, no. It isn't like that."

"Then?" he asks, arching a brow.

"That… I…"

"Yes?"

"I was going to propose tonight" I blurt out.

"You what?"

"I had it all planned. We were going to ask you for an interview after the game, but it would be a fake one. And I was going to ask you to marry me while they recorded it and Eddie took some photos."

"Eddie knew?"

"And Declan. Since he is your best friend, I wanted his opinion."

"And what did he say?"

"That you would freak out, but say yes."

"Well, he wasn't wrong."

"What?" I say, finally daring to look him in the eyes.

"I want to marry you" Mason smiled, that cute dimple on his left cheek showing.

"Are you… are you sure?"

"Never been more sure of anything in my life. Should I open this box?"

"I… I guess" I say, still not believing what is happening.

"Oh, wow. It is gorgeous!"

"Well, you are gorgeous. It had to be a ring that fit its owner."

"Would you like to do the honours?"

"Yes, of course" I say, taking the ring from the box, my hands shaking a bit. Or a lot. "There you go."

"Perfect" Mason smiles.

"I can't believe we just got engaged. At 4 a.m., in our kitchen, while I'm wearing my pajamas, and you are in your boxes and have hot sauce on the corner of your mouth."

"What?" Mason says, quickly touching his face.

"Let me do it" I laugh before cleaning his face.

"Can I kiss you now?"

"You can" I giggle, putting my arms around his neck.

"This has been the best proposal ever, you know?"

"Better than my original plan?"

"Much better. I love you, future wife" Mason says, brushing his lips against mine.

"I love you too, future husband" I say before kissing him.

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canirove · 2 years

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hiiii idk if your requests r open so sorry ir they arent :( but id like to request a mason imagine where ur rlly short and so like maybe at a family dinner one of his parents makes a joke abt it n u getting insecure n hi comforts u

I actually don't have requests, open or closed 😅 But if you guys are interested, I can start taking them. They may help inspire me with the other things I'm writing 😁

I changed the parent for an uncle since we all have a kind of stupid one 😅 And btw, thank you to everyone who liked the previous imagine! Hope you also like this one 😊💜

Mason Mount Imagine | two

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"You haven't said a word since we left my parents' house. Are you ok?"

"Yes" I say, looking out the car's window, my gaze lost somewhere.

"That song you despise so much played earlier on the radio and you didn't change the station like you always do."

"I didn't notice."

"You didn't notice because there is something on your mind. You know you can tell me anything, right?" Mason says, moving his hand to my knee and giving it a little squeeze.

"I know. It's just... It's what your uncle said" I say with a big sigh.

"My uncle?"

"Yeah, the hobbit thing when you introduced me to him."

"Oh, that" he says, clenching his jaw, definitely pissed. "He shouldn't have said that. Especially not with that tone."

"I don't think he said it to be mean or anything..."

"But he still hurt you."

"Yes" I whisper.

We stay is silence for a couple of minutes, Mason still tense next to me until he speaks again.

"But you know, being a hobbit isn't something bad."

"Uh?"

"Who are the main characters on “The Lord of The Rings”?"

"The hobbits?" I say, confused about why is he talking about that movie now.

"Who is the one who carries the ring to Mordor?"

"A hobbit."

"And who is the one who destroys it?"

"Gollum."

"Yes, but what was Gollum before he became Gollum? A hobbit. A hobbit who found the ring and somehow kept it safe, not allowing Sauron to rise earlier. Same with Bilbo. It was the hobbits who saved the Middle Earth. They are the heroes."

"I didn't know you were such a nerd, Mason" I laugh.

"There are many things you still don't know about me, love" he says with a smirk, grabbing my hand and kissing my knuckles now that we have stopped at a red light. "So next time someone throws the word hobbit at you as an insult, you remind yourself that hobbits are the heroes and the one who save everyone's asses. Not the elves, the wizards or the men. The hobbits."

"Ok" I say, properly laughing this time. "Thank you, Mason."

"For what?" he says, focused on the road again.

"For making me feel better. I love you."

"I love you too, my precious."

"Oh, please. Don't make that a thing."

"What, my precious?" he says, using Gollum's voice.

"That!" I say, laughing.

"I don't know what you mean, my precious."

And that's how we continue for the rest of our trip home, Mason calling me my precious with his Gollum voice, while I can't stop laughing, all my worries after that meeting with his family disappearing.

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Mason Mount Imagine| three

Author's note: Someone on Wattpad asked me for a part 2 of this imagine of Mason going to Brazil to meet the reader's parents, so here you have it too 😁 If you have other requests, let me know! I've also posted a couple of Declan imagines over there, and have another ready for next week.

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"Ok, so thank you is obrigado."

"Yes."

"And thank you very much, muito obrigada."

"Obrigado, with an o. Obrigada is when you are a woman."

"Oh, yes, yes" Mason says, checking his notes again.

"I don't know how you can read while on the car" I say. We are on a taxi on our way to my parents' house.

"I guess I'm just used to it. Too many trips on the coach" he shrugs.

"You'll be fine, tho. You don't need that" I say, pointing at his notebook.

"I just want to make a good impression. You said I'm the first boyfriend you introduce them to."

"And you will, trust me. You don't need to speak perfect Portuguese for it. Just be you" I say, holding his hand and giving him a little squeeze. "Why don't you focus on the views? I had almost forgotten how beautiful they are."

"You were so lucky to grow up here, surrounded by so much nature."

"I know. Though I still love the city for working and living."

"I thought we were going to buy a house here. Get a bunch of animals. Grow our own vegetables."

"We can also do that in England" I laugh.

"Yeah... But can we grow avocados in that weather?"

"We..." I say, the car stopping. "We've arrived."

"Oh, shit" Mason says, nervously putting his notebook on his backpack. "This is it."

"You'll be fine, Mason. Just be you, ok?"

"Ok" he says, taking a deep breath.

After the proper introductions are done, we walk into the house, where my mum offers us something to drink.

"Muito obrigada" Mason says.

"Mase..." I whisper.

"What? What did I say? Why are they looking at me like that?"

"Obrigada..."

"Oh, shit! Sorry, I didn't mean to, I just... Fuck" he says, his face turning bright red.

"It's ok, son" my dad says with a laugh, patting Mason' back and almost sending him flying against the wall. "We appreciate that you've bothered to try and learn our language, but both my wife and I understand and speak English perfectly. You don't have to worry."

"They..." Mason says, giving me a murderous look.

"You were so excited about learning a new language, that I didn't want to say anything" I shrug.

"You didn't..."

"C'mon son" my dad says, putting an arm around Mason's shoulders, now making me fear he will crush him. "Let me show you around the house. I have some photos and stories with Ronaldo, the good one, that I think you will enjoy."

"Sure, sir" he says, looking back at me, asking for help.

"We'll be with you in a minute" my mum says, giving him her most charming smile.

"Do you think he'll be ok?" I ask once they've left the room. "Dad is a bit of... A brute. And Mason looks so small next to him..."

"He will, don't worry. And who knows, maybe this will work as a training for next season. If he survives your father's hugs and pats, he will have no problem against the toughest players on the Premier."

"If he survives" I chuckle.

"C'mon" she says, grabbing my arm. "We need to stop your dad before he shares certain details about his story at Ronaldo's party. Mason is too young and innocent to hear those things."

"Or not" I say to myself, trying to hide a smile.

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