#my writing: mason mount
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Hey can you write one where the reader has a crush on Mason, but he says he only sees her as a friend, and that he has a crush on the reader's friend. But after y/n moves away from him, he realizes that he was always in love with her too. Please, with a happy ending!!!!
confessing love | mason mount
warnings: fluff, a bit of angst maybe?
word count: 3767
notes: I LOVED THIS ONE!! remembering that english is not my first language, this has not been revised!!! i hope you like it :)
masterlist | requests are open!
Y/N's camera lens traveled around the pitch during Manchester United's training sessions. And she loved her work as a visual media creator for the club's social networks. Combining her passion for football with her passion for photography was perfect. She was living a long-planned dream.
Y/N was trying to get the best angles of the training session led by coach Ten Hag. She laughed a little when she saw Rashford and Casemiro play with the ball through the camera lens. He captured good moments of the two of them until she looked for her next target. That's when her lens passed Mason Mount. Y/N always liked to take pictures of Mason last because when her camera found him, it was hard to take the focus off him. She followed him all over the pitch, looking at him through her hyperfocus lens and taking more photos of him than of any other player. Of course, she knew it was a bit unprofessional, but no one needed to know, since she was the only one operating that camera and on the website and social media, all the players received the same publicity. The ones that remained, she kept in her personal collection.
Mason was running around the pitch, until he received a ball from Shaw, which he took on his chest and sent into the back of the net. Y/N made a point of capturing every moment as he celebrated by smiling, messing with his hair in a cute way and every bit of how his body reacted and the expressions on his face. Until he looked directly at her and realized that the camera was pointing at him. Mason began to make faces that made Y/N laugh as she recorded everything, without missing a beat.
The truth was that Y/N was very friendly with all the players, they were nice and good company for going out and doing something fun, and nothing was more than friendship, but she had to admit that she had developed a special bond with Mason. She knew that with him, she didn't just want friendship, it was much more than that. But she felt too cowardly to admit it to him.
He came running towards her, and she lowered the camera, finally taking the focus off him. She didn't need a camera to observe Mason Mount when she had him so close.
"Too much work today, Y/N?"
"I'm always very busy, Mase." Y/N wiping the camera lens. Ever since she'd discovered her crush on Mason, she'd been a bit awkward around him because she found it hard to look at him and talk to him without looking like a lovesick idiot. A shiver ran through her body when he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and squeezed with his other hand.
"You need a break to relax, you work too much."
Y/N was going to ask him what his ideas were for her to relax, but she wasn't so bold.
"Today is Maya's birthday."
Maya worked in PR at United and was one of her best friends at the club. Working with her was amazing. They always went out together whenever they could.
"Oh, I know, she invited me." Mason smiled in a different way, which made a thousand butterflies fly around in Y/N's stomach. "So, I'll see you tonight, right?"
She hugged the camera, too nervous to answer and stuttering Y/N just shook her head up and down. Mason left a kiss on her cheek and pulled away when Ten Hag called out to him. Y/N stood there watching Mason walk away for God knows how long, that kiss on the cheek was capable of melting her entire system. She was so caught up that she didn't even notice when Marcus approached.
She could say that Marcus was one of her best friends. He was the first person she had been close to since she started working at the club. She felt she could count on him for anything.
"When are you going to tell him?"
"What a fright, Rash!" She looked at him unconcerned. "You need to stop this!"
"And you need to stop running away from my questions, Y/N."
"I don't know what you're talking about…"
"Come on, you don't lie to me. You've got a thing for Mase." They both watched Mason from afar. She looked at her friend and rolled her eyes.
"How do you know that?"
"I know you, honey." He laughed, pinching her nose. "Do you think I don't notice how you spend hours and hours stalking him with that camera?"
"Yeah, I have a crush on him, so what?"
"So you're really going to leave without exposing your feelings?" Marcus raised an eyebrow and Y/N bit her lip.
A few weeks ago, she had received an offer to become a Real Madrid staffer. Moving to Spain wasn't in her plans, but the offer was too good to turn down. Her photos had been successful, and she was getting recognized for her talent, but she still didn't know if she would actually accept. She loved Manchester, she loved United, and she loved the players with whom she was already familiar. To change would be to leave that behind. Leaving Mason behind.
"I haven't decided yet. It's a good opportunity, of course, but…"
"I bet having Mason would make you say no to the proposal."
"Rash, you don't know what you're talking about."
"I'm just suggesting it. I'm going to miss you, and I'd rather you didn't go, but I understand, and I'm advising you, if you go, go without this weight on your back."
Rashford winked at her and turned back to the pitch. Y/N took one last look at the two of them before heading to the administration building, she needed to edit those photos and publish them. She knew she had a big decision to make, wondering if her friend Marcus was right. Would Mason be a good reason to make her stay in England?
Later, Y/N was at home getting ready for Maya's party when she received a message from Mason:
mase: do u want me to come and pick u up?
The truth was that Y/N didn't need a ride, but Mason's invitation was impossible to refuse. The minutes she spent in his car in the passenger seat, watching his profile drive through the streets of Manchester, were almost magical. So she quickly replied that yes, she wanted his ride. What she really meant was that she wanted his company at every moment of her life.
She finished getting ready in an hour, which was about the time Mason pulled up in front of her house. In the car he seemed very excited about Maya's birthday party and for some reason that was giving Y/N confidence. Maybe Marcus was right, and she should get those feelings out soon before they suffocated her.
Maya's birthday was taking place in a fancy hotel and Y/N was enjoying it with her friends, her Manchester United friends and, of course, Mason. He was great company at parties, always daring her to knock back shots of booze or asking her to dance. On the one hand, Y/N loved him, but on the other she felt sad. Every touch he made on her waist or anywhere on her body sent shivers down her spine, and when he looked at her smiling and fiddled with her hair without taking his eyes off her?
She couldn't resist. But the worst part was seeing other girls flirting with Mason when he was with her, and not being able to do anything about it, since Mase wasn't someone she could call her own. So she decided to hide in the bathroom for a while.
What was supposed to be five minutes turned into almost thirty, and she decided to go out and look for Marcus. She needed her friend more than anything at that moment, but instead of finding him, she bumped into Mason, who looked five times more altered than the last time she'd seen him.
"Mase?"
"Y/N! You're gooone!" He said in that slurred, shuffling voice.
"What happened to you, Mase? I leave you for a few minutes, and you decide to drink the whole bar?" He moved his mouth laughingly, and she supported him with her shoulders, helping him to walk. Mason in that state meant it was time to go home. She knew the friend she had.
"Where are you taking me?"
"To your house."
"I'm usually the one who takes the girls there."
"Funny." She laughed and pulled him away. They arrived in the parking lot and Y/N guided Mason to where he had parked his thousand-euro car. "The key." She held out her hand, and Mason slipped his hand into the front pocket of his pants without complaint and handed it to her. He wouldn't let just anyone drive his car, but in that state he either obeyed Y/N or he obeyed Y/N.
"There. Here we are. You can get to your room on your own, can't you?" she said from outside, in front of Mason's door, who didn't look very well, but well enough to get into his own house. He looked at her worriedly.
"How are you going home?"
"I'll manage, Mase. I can order an Uber." She shrugged, wanting to get out of there.
"Not at all. You can sleep here. I'll drop you home in the morning." He suggested, taking her by the hand and leading her into his house, but Y/N didn't move, letting go of her hand. Mason seemed somewhat loving, but she needed to remind herself that whatever he was doing at that moment, he wasn't in his most sober state. Alcohol could easily manipulate his actions, and she didn't know what was real.
"I'm not sleeping at your place."
"Why not?" He frowned at the refusal. Normally, Y/N never said no to him. "You've slept here before."
"There were other people along." She said quietly. It was those parties that got a bit out of hand and went on until late, and everyone thought it was safer to spend the night than to drive drunk.
"And what's wrong with not having other people?" He asked, moving closer. So close that Y/N could have sworn she felt something in her body fail. It could have been her heartbeat or her breathing. She gave a half-smile, refusing to answer that question.
There were all the problems in the world spending the night with a guy she couldn't call her own. It was too much of a disservice to her poor heart.
"You look strange." He pointed out, looking right into her eyes. "You were weird the whole party."
"I wasn't."
"I know you, Y/N. Yes, you were." Mason took another step forward, holding one of her shoulders. "You don't want to tell me why?"
Y/N analyzed for a few seconds, hating that moment. She knew Mason wouldn't stop until he got an answer out of her and that's when she thought of the response she'd gotten from Rashford that morning. So she took a deep breath, making one of the two decisions she needed to make at that point in her life.
"This is going to sound really stupid…"
"You can tell me anything."
"Look…" She looked away, but Mason held her face and his touch felt so good, it brought the best feeling in the world to her heart. "I'll say it straight away, okay?" He warned and Mason nodded, interested. Y/N took one last breath and quickly poured the words over him. "I like you, that's all. I know we're friends and that I shouldn't like you, but I do and I couldn't keep it to myself any longer. I like you. Holy shit! I didn't want to like you, but I do, so what am I going to do? Hell! It's not my fault, I'm not in charge of my heart. Mase, I can't be around you without my heart leaping three hundred times and I need to know what you're thinking right now!"
Mason blinked, a little stunned by the revelation, and felt something bad inside him. The alcohol in his brain wasn't letting him think straight.
"Shit…" He muttered softly, letting go of her shoulder. "Y/N…"
"What?" she asked, bracing herself for what was perhaps the worst thing she could hear.
"You know I think you're amazing, right? I like you a lot Y/N you, but not like that…" He concluded and the sentence almost made Y/N's world come crashing down. That was definitely not happening. She felt pathetic. "I was actually interested in Maya…"
Mason swallowed before saying it and that was the end of the world for Y/N. She could deal with unrequited love, but a relationship between Mason and her best friend? It was too much for her.
"Oh my God…" She took a step back, wanting to get out of there and holding back any tears that might fall. "Mason." She whispered and he continued talking as if that wasn't the worst thing he was doing.
"I'm really sorry." Y/N couldn't look them in the eye, the street seemed less painful. "We can still be friends after that, right? Nothing have to change…"
She suddenly looked at him, hurt. How could he ask her that after saying he liked her best friend? "I-I…" She stammered. "I don't know if I can go through with this until I'm sure I've gotten rid of all my feelings for you. Bye, Mason."
Y/N turned her back on him and walked away as fast as she could. She couldn't do that. Walking away was the best option, until she no longer felt anything, until she saw Mason Mount as just a friend.
The problem was that for Y/N it could last a lifetime.
A few days later…
Mason felt strange, he could even say a little unhappy. An unbearable emptiness. Ever since Y/N had left him, he hadn't seen her for a few days. What was that withdrawal? He couldn't even say. He even thought about asking Maya, but he felt like such an idiot after that conversation. He really had an interest in the girl, but after what had happened with Y/N, Mason didn't care, he just wanted to get that feeling out of him. Because his current condition was: he missed a girl with whom he was hopelessly in love. Like almost all of his clubmates, he was always asked what was going on between him and Y/N. Mason always denied any love interest. But it wasn't possible! Could it be that only they didn't see what everyone else saw? Or at least, only he didn't see? Maybe what he felt for Maya was just physical attraction and the person he really liked was Y/N. It had been so long since he had liked anyone and when this person appeared, Mason was terrified.
She was the one who greeted him at the CT with a smile every day and made him laugh with the photos she took of him while he was distracted. It was fun how she would blackmail him with those photos to ask for favors like buying her a milk shake or autographing his shirts. Even though Mason never said no to her, he loved their dynamic. He also liked having her at all his games, cheering him on and giving him a big hug when the game was over. Shit, Mason wanted that back. He wanted Y/N back in his life, he understood her pulling away, but he wasn't going to let it continue.
"Rash, do you know where Y/N is?" He asked Marcus as soon as training was over.
"Y/N? She's resigned, Mase." Marcus replied a little sadly, but it had been Y/N's decision and he would respect it. Mason, on the other hand, looked shocked.
"What do you mean?"
"She received an offer from Real Madrid. Yesterday was her last day. She must be on her way to Madrid…" Marcus looked at his watch on his cell phone. He had managed to say goodbye to Y/N the day before. "Right now."
"You can't be serious."
"Serious. We've lost the best photographer in the world to a Spanish team."
He felt a little guilty. "Do you think…"
"If she went to stay away from you?" Marcus concluded, holding Mason's shoulder. "Don't think too much of yourself, the proposal was very good, but yeah, I think what you said to her may have influenced your final decision."
"Damn. I was such an idiot."
"Yes, you were."
"Do you think I can reverse it?"
"If you want to, you can, but please, man, try not to hurt my friend anymore." That hurt, but Mason nodded and understood that it was up to him.
Marcus gave him some details, but told him that it might be too late. Y/N was leaving for Madrid at that moment and Mason might have to wait a little longer. Mason found himself defeated for only a few minutes before he realized that if he really wanted her forgiveness, he would have to want it badly and to show it he would have to start right then and there.
He left CT like a hurricane in his car and drove as fast as he could to the airport. He wore a hood over his head to avoid being recognized, it would slow him down too much. He looked at the screen and boarding for the next flight to Madrid had already started and Y/N was probably already in the departure lounge. He went to the nearest counter and bought the first ticket he saw. At the counter, while waiting to pay, he thought he was acting out a scene from the clichéd movies Y/N liked, but he couldn't have cared less. Y/N was worth it and if he hadn't been such an idiot, none of this would have been necessary.
After passing through the boarding gate, Mason looked as quickly as possible for the flight gate, when he found it he saw the queue forming and Y/N was currently first in line, handing over her documents before getting on the plane.
"Y/N." He shouted so loudly that not only Y/N but most of the people present looked in his direction.
She felt someone taking her headphones off and when she looked back she was surprised.
"Mason?" The girl went static when she saw him. He came closer and she took the document back and walked over to him. It hurt so much to see him again, but she was curious and a little surprised. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm asking you. I can't believe you'd leave without saying goodbye to me." She looked at him a little guiltily. "Besides, you forgot something of yours with me."
"What?"
"Me." He said quietly, holding her face. At that point, Y/N's brain was going haywire, as if she couldn't imagine that Mason Mount would come to the airport after her to propose. "Answer me this, why did you say that day that you didn't want to like me?"
She swallowed. "Why… Because I knew you wouldn't like me back and that would ruin our friendship, like it did."
"And how did you know that was true?" Mason arched an eyebrow and Y/N looked around for something to get her out of that situation.
"Well, you told me yourself."
"I lied." Mason shrugged his shoulders feeling bad, even worse with the face Y/N was making.
"Oh, you lied? Lied that you were interested in my best friend? What did you want with that? To make me feel bad?" Y/N took a deep breath because at that moment she was starting to get angry. "That hurt me so much, you have no idea, and now you come here after me thinking I'm going to be with you whenever you want, Mason?"
She finished saying it and took a step back, at which point Mason realized that things were getting very bad for him. He approached her holding her hands, willing to make things right with Y/N.
"I'm not proud of it, it's just that I was a bit terrified Y/N. I haven't liked anyone like that for a long time and I loved our friendship, but I didn't even know how much I liked you." He confessed and Y/N had to admit that it shook something inside her. "I found myself smiling for no reason until I realized that I was thinking of you. And that I couldn't waste another day of my life without you. Please give me another chance!"
Y/N hesitated. This was difficult because on the one hand she was very hurt, but on the other, the fact that Mason Mount had come up to her in an airport and declared himself like that was all she had ever wanted.
"But what about Maya?"
"I have nothing to do with Maya, I never have, and I don't want to. Please understand that."
Y/N hesitated for a moment, looking at Mason for sincerity. She sighed, allowing herself to consider the possibility of a second chance. "Mason, it's not easy to forget what happened, but…" She looked into his eyes. "If you've really changed, if you're willing to be honest this time, then maybe we can try again."
Mason let out a relieved sigh, his eyes shining with gratitude. "I promise, Y/N, no lies. I want to be more than a friend to you, I want to be someone you can trust."
Y/N smiled, giving in to the moment. "All right, Mason. Let's start again, but this time, no secrets. Bring out your true feelings from the start."
Mason agreed, determined to make things right. "I'd like that. And I promise I'll make up for any hurt I've caused."
The two hugged, deciding to put the past behind them. "So, what's the next step?" Y/N asked, trying to keep things light.
Mason smiled. "A date, maybe? Something simple, just to get us started."
Y/N laughed. "That sounds good. But this time, no made-up love triangles, right?"
Mason laughed along with her. "Absolutely. Just the two of us, no complications, but…."
"What?"
"Let me kiss you now? I didn't want to wait until the date."
Y/N laughed along with him, letting herself go and kissing Mason as she had always dreamed.
And so, with laughter and a promise of honesty, Mason and Y/N took the first step towards a new beginning, redefining not just their friendship, but building something more meaningful and true.
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social media au: fanboying
pairing: mason mount x driver!fem!reader
summary: a private, but not secret relationship being ruined by the one and only lando norris
warnings: swearing. this is also a female reader fic so pls keep that in mind before reading.
author note: please ignore any inconsistencies, this is all fake so don't take anything too seriously. I originally starting making this while mason was at chelsea, but then transfer season happened and I had to scrap everything and start over. also if you ever see me reuse any photos in future au's...no you didn't.
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₊˚⊹♡ monaco gp 22 ♡⊹˚₊
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y/n.username monaco you will always be iconic ⭐️
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user i love the y/n and seb duo
user aaahhh everything about y/n in monaco is iconic
landonorris does monaco being iconic have anything to do with your good luck charm being in the paddock this weekend?
↳ user uuuhhh lando is there something you want to share with the class??
↳user do we think he's referring to a man
↳user he better not be, y/n is my wife
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masonmount first time in monaco. thank you @redbullracing
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landonorris hey mate 👋
user what is lando doing here??
↳ user I'm pretty sure he's friends with mason
↳ user yeah there's pictures of them at the McLaren headquarters together
↳ user wow...this is such a random crossover
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user omg did you meet any of the players???
user girl i thought you were a villa supporter. what is this betrayal??!!?
↳ y/n.username don't worry i'm here for business purposes only
user does there happen to be a good luck charm on the field??
₊˚⊹♡ [time jump] barcelona gp 23 ♡⊹˚₊
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masonmount always good luck in barcelona
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redbullracing so glad to have ya this weekend 👏
↳ user mason's biggest flaw is being a red bull fan
user are we not gonna talk about y/n liking this post
↳ user relax she's allowed to like other people's posts
↳ user ikik but mason also used good luck in his caption, and lando did say she had a good luck charm in the paddock last year in monaco
↳ user they could just be friends you know
↳ user he's also friends with lando who is starting front row tomorrow so it could be about that
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y/n.username i was forced to spend the whole flight next to this idiot. please barcelona be good to me.
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lando norris boo tomatoes...you literally wanted to fly together
↳ mason mount i mean she does have a point though
↳ y/n.username thank you 🙏 finally someone with common sense
user guys we got our first mason x y/n interaction...i'm calling it they're dating
↳ user ngl they would be cute together
↳ user them being lando's collective biggest hater is so silly
↳ user couples who hate together, stay together
user why do y'all ship y/n with everyone she talks too, i've had enough
↳ user i know, at this point people think she's dating half of the grid
↳ user it's gets so annoying I don't know how she handles it
f1 drama just posted
Aston Martin driver y/n y/l/n seen with a mystery man after 2023 Barcelona gp. They were seen entering and leaving a driver's after party together following race day. Who do you think this mystery man could be? Could it be a fellow driver or possibly her alleged good luck charm?
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user i'm telling y'all it's charles
↳ user nah nah nah it's definitely mick
↳ user you're all delusional
user i feel like he's not a driver, maybe a footballer?
user @f1drama you guys need to stop posting shit like this and let her date in peace. this is her private life.
↳ user fr respect her privacy
₊˚⊹♡ [time jump] 2023 summer break ♡⊹˚₊
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y/n.username a well deserved break 💐
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sebastianvettel I hope you're having a nice summer holiday
↳ y/n.username awww i am, come back please, we miss you
↳ sebastianvettel we?
↳ y/n.username i*
↳ user seb really exposed her on main
landonorris nice flowers
↳ user what do you know that we don't ??
↳ user no because who the fuck is that... we MUST know
user y/n casually soft launching a relationship this really is silly season
user queen please tell us who that is and if he can fight
user I'd buy her an even bigger bouquet if she'd just give me a chance
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y/n.username my good luck charm 🌟 (@landonorris you better watch you're back)
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landonorris everybody makes mistakes, everybody has those days 🤷♂️
↳ landonorris I should not have to witness you two being gross and clingy by myself
↳user NOT THE HANNAH MONTANA LYRICS
↳user honestly landos story was a public service act
masonmount love you my flower 🤍💐
↳ masonmount but let's be real you don't need me as a good luck charm
↳ user stop he's cute and supportive and calls her flower. I need to lie down
↳ user is it a reference to the summer break post?
sebastianvettel congratulations you two from the whole family !!!
↳ y/n.username thank you 🤍
↳ user omg seb is such a dad
↳ user stop they're interactions are always so wholesome
charles_leclerc so this means no more googly eyes at each other across the paddock right?
↳ danielricciardo I don't think that's gonna happen mate
↳ user so basically everyone on the grid knew
↳ user the way they're all complaining about how in love y/n and mason are...my heart is hurting
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masonmount my girlfriend is in fact hotter than you
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y/n.username please delete immediately
↳ y/n.unsername I have never worn a man utd shirt. this is defamation. villa for life.
↳ masonmount you're too cute
↳ y/n.username hehe love you 💕
benchilwell so happy for you (please stop making out in front of me it's traumatising)
user can they let us live pls I can't handle all of these cute ass posts
↳ user some of us are too single for this
↳ user I need to go lie down on a highway
#f1#f1 x reader#f1 imagine#f1 instagram au#f1 x female reader#f1 x driver!reader#mason mount x reader#mason mount imagine#football imagine#football x reader#mason mount instagram au#my writing#mason mount
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getting your header text from Mason & endless cuddles & specifically him with his longer hair 🥺🥺🥺 could you blurb this if you’re inspired please (if not let’s talk ab cuddly bf tys)
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I’m always down to talk about Mason, so please do me a favour and never hesitate to spam tf out of my ask. I could talk or write about him all day 👀
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Your eyes glimmering with the reflection of the phone that was in your hands, letting the colour of your irises stand out in the completely dark room.
What could he possibly be texting me about? He’s on the other side of the couch, you thought.
It was one of those nights where you and Mason didn’t know what to do, so you both decided not to stress about thinking of ideas and just stay home. Even though you both loved going different places with eachother, there was just a warm feeling that resonated with you both when you spent quality time at home. Whether you both were cooking dinner together or just lounging around the house, you both loved it because you were just spending alone time with eachother. Something you guys could never get tired of doing.
Tonight Mason and you decided it was long overdue for a movie night, finding it hard to believe that’s it’s been over a month since you two sat down together and endulged in a movie you both had been dying to see. You had your back leaning against the armrest, and your legs sprawled out along the couch, your feet landing on Mason’s lap. He sat normally with his back against the couch, his feet planted on the floor and his hands resting at his lap, on top of your feet. Even being a few feet away from you, Mason still found a way to have his hands attached to your body, one of his favourite things in the world.
You quickly opened up your phone, letting it unlock before opening up your text messages between the two of you.
You gaze up at Mason and clear your throat loud enough for him to hear you over the movie, letting him know you were trying to get his attention. He swiftly moved his head to the side, lifting up the remote in his hand to pause the movie, before glancing back at you.
“What’s up babes?” He stared at you, giving you his full attention.
With the light bouncing off of the television and onto his face, you could see every crevice and outline of his face. The soft brown locks that sit atop of his head are messily framing his face, pointing in every direction. His lips forming into a slight smile, something only you really noticed recently, catching on that everytime he directed his eyes in your direction, he would insanely smile without even knowing he was.
“Really? You’re asking me what’s up?” You smirked at him, shoving your foot into his side slightly, causing him to grab it before you tickled him even more. “You’re the one who texted me to make out like a teenager.”
“Oh yeah,” he paused, a full grin now replacing the slight smile he had just seconds prior. “Took you long enough to see the text. I sent that like 10 minutes into the movie.”
“Yeah yeah,” you said. “You know you could have just asked me to come cuddle against you instead of texting me. You know how bad I am at checking my phone.”
“And if you checked your phone regularly, your body would be on top of mine and we’d be making out,” he huffed. “But of course your not like the rest of us and can actually ignore you phone.”
“So it’s my fault now?”
“Of course it is babes,” he lifted his hand, reaching out for you until he laced his fingers around yours. “Now get your cute ass over here so we can cuddle and make out, and then have to rewatch the entire movie over again because you distracted me.”
You rolled your eyes slightly, a grin forming on your face, “Always blaming me Mase. Always blaming me.”
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I know you haven't written in a bit and I know your requests aren't open but if this inspires you or for the future how about going to like a wedding with Mason. It's wedding season after all and it's all soft and idk you can take it anywhere you want! just a thought because I miss your writing sm xx
okaaaaay so here is something little! I'm actually nervous to post this because I haven't written anything in so so long but I'm happy to have something up even if it's short. I also haven't edited this because I would have just ended up deleting all of it so I hope there aren't too many mistakes. I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think. xx
You felt overwhelmed with love.
Maybe it was the occasion, a beautiful summer wedding in France would surely melt even the coldest of hearts. Maybe it was how Mason had looked at you just a few minutes ago, a big smile on his face, dimples deep in his cheeks and that twinkle in his eyes that never failed to make your heart speed up. Maybe it was how well he fit in with the people who meant the most to you, moving around the room and striking conversation with your family and friends so effortlessly. Maybe it was how he had spent an hour or more running around and playing with the few kids there without a single complaint until your uncle had to drag him away. Maybe it was his smile and laugh that you could somehow still hear through the loud chatter in the room.
Maybe it was all of it but in that moment you felt overwhelmed with love for the man standing a few steps away from you.
“You know, staring at people is considered very creepy.” You felt his lips against your cheek before you even registered that he had excused himself from the conversation he was having with the groom and your uncle.
“I can’t help it when you’re standing there, looking this good.” You weren’t going to pretend like you weren’t shamelessly running your eyes over his body. He always looked good but there was something about seeing him in his black dress pants and whire shirt, unbottoned almost halfway down by now, his blazer long forgotten at some corner of the room.
“I have to match my gorgeous girl, don’t I?” Maybe it was all on the drinks you had consumed by that point but the way just those simple words of his made you blush was ridiculous. If you were fully sober you’d almost feel embarrassed over the affect he was currently having on you by doing nothing.
Mason noticed instantly, letting out a low chuckle before pressing his lips against your cheek again. “Are you blushing, baby?” You squinted your eyes at him when he looked at you. “If it had always this easy to get you this flustered it would have been you and I getting married tonight.” You laughed, one of those loud and obnoxious ones that had people turning their heads to look at what could poissibly be so funny but your focus was strictly on Mason. His fingers found your hair, gently moving through the strands, no longer having to worry about messing up your curls now that hours had passed and they were no longer perfect.
You pinched his sides before your hands moved up his arms and to his shoulders, settling there just as Mason wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against him as you both slowly moved to the music.
“Silly boy.” You murmured, thinking back to all those times you had declined his advances. It had never been about not liking him because you're sure you always did but you hadn't been ready or other commitments had been in the way but as you look into those brown eyes you've grown to adore you couldn't feel anything but happiness that he hadn't given up. “I love you.”
“I love you more.” You felt him smile against your neck before he pressed his lips to the skin there.
“Maybe next year.” You whisper, reffering to his earlier prediction, even if you were sure he was only joking.
“Oh, for sure next year.”
#let me know what you think if you want!!#I would love to hear it#mason mount imagine#mason mount fanfic#my writing
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photoshoot - Mason Mount
concept - you and mason do a photoshoot for vogue as their hottest couple under 25 <3
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could you do a small blurb abt comforting mason after the fa cup game? <3
come here-mason mount
my heart is breaking for the team and mason :((
subject: hugging/snuggling with mase after he lost the game. you’re trying your best to cheer him up but he is placing so much pressure on himself. <\3
warning: fluff + language- note: my requests are open if you want me to do any fics <3
it was saddening seeing mason so upset and disappointed in himself after a match. at these moments you never knew if he was going to lash out on you or become vulnerable, but there was no point just staring at the floor. “do you want something to eat or?”
“no I’m good.” that was clearly a lie. you saw him walk off that pitch feeling like shit and walk through the door feeling even worse. his mannerisms changed after something he missed or regretted. he hung his head low, didn’t talk to you and basically shut you out.
“come sit with me y/n” mason reached his hands out reaching for you until you crawled your way into his grip “in a better mood I see.” you say, holding the back of his hand around your stomach.
“now that you have stopped ignoring me.” you sit there for a second, furrowing your eyebrows. “ignoring you?” you question. he nods slightly, nudging his head into the pillow attempting to get comfortable “well that’s not what I intended to do.”
“then talk to me.” he tightens the grip around your waist “how are you feeling?” you acted like it felt normal to be talking like this. but he had never really allowed himself to open up to you, even if it was about something small. mason wasn’t really a guy that showed his emotions to people. it was sort of comforting to know he trusted you and could rely on you.
“bummed.” as difficult as it was seeing him like this, you wanted to do something to help him. your fingertips traced around his torso, marking out every muscle. “mase it’s fine, the team doesn’t hate you for missing one penalty.”
“y/n, if I had maybe scored the fucking penalty we would’ve won.” he released the grip from your stomach leaving red markings imprinted around your waist. “mason you can’t do this to yourself every time something doesn’t go your way.” you were heartbroken seeing him like this. your hand trailed up his hair, brushing away the ends. gently, you place your head onto his chest, rubbing the side of his arm up and down.
“i love you y/n.” he looks down at you, admiring your body. your smile brings him warmth as you look back up to him. “I love you more mason.”
this is my first piece of writing so it most likely is not good. bare with me :)
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i need more love island themed stories… like LI!Harry @finelinevogue edition… STELLAR. I just saw a drabble with the footballers @boyfriendfc … I need more of this. Can more writers please crank these out. I’m talking series, blurbs, drabbles, one shots… i’m talking it all… Please!!!!
#feed my love island addiction#i know technically i write but that’s besides the point.#lewis hamilton x reader#mason mount x reader#christian pulisic x reader#kylian mbappe x reader#pierre gasly x reader#charles leclerc x reader#mick schumacher x reader#drew starkey x reader#harry styles x reader
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just wrote the most gut-wrenching thing i’ve written in a while for the chapter i’m posting tomorrow
so in order not to cry. look at my boy
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been trying to write for mase but i keep thinking about christian……… 😳😮💨
#mason girlies if y’all see this and have any ideas i’d love to hear them!#> fluff or angst or combination of both is fine! i haven’t been in the mood to write smut 😮💨#maybe the reason i keep wanting to write for chris is cuz my husband’s been doing so well yet mason is already out injured after 2 games 😭#a’s ramblings#mason mount#mason mount fic
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we could make a good thing bad
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Relationship: Adam Lallana/Mason Mount
Words: 5,164 | Chapters: 2/2
Summary:
“Hey handsome, I seem to remember we had a date at the Bertrand-Arnold residence today,” Mason teases, hoping to lighten up the tense mood.
Adam doesn’t look up.
or
When Adam doesn't show up at a mutual friends party, Mason goes looking for him. And gets himself into a whole lot more than he bargained for.
Tags: Background Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Comfort Sex, First Kiss, Miscommunication, Bad Decisions, Love Confessions, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Friends to Lovers, Morning After, Feelings Realization, Angst with a Happy Ending
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#mens football rpf#adam lallana#mason mount#adam lallana fic#mason mount fic#rarepair#adam x mason#my writing#my fan fic#liverpool fc fan fic#manchester united fan fic
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do i post the smut now??? is now a good time???
#its not great#but it was something that i had to write#or it would've driven me crazy having an idea just stuck in my head#mason mount
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hiii i hope you’re okay x idk if your taking any requests at the moment so feel free to ignore this if your aren’t, but if u are could u write something for mason mount where the reader is an actress or model or something and masons had a celebrity crush on her for ages but then he finds out they’re going to meet for the first them at an interview they have to do together! u can decide everything else like if he’s nervous or really flirty when they meet xx
the interview | mason mount
warnings: none
word count: 1527
notes: hi anon, yes the requests are open, it's just been a long time since I've written, and I wasn't sure how to get back, but I'm on vacation so fuck it, feel free to send more requests!!! by the way, I couldn't decide whether to do nervous!mase or flirt!mason then I did both!
masterlist | requests are open!
The knock on the door caught Mason's attention. He was in his dressing room waiting to have his makeup done. That day he was going to be on an interview talk show, and he was excited.
"Mason?" was the producer of the show, poking her head into his dressing room. "Is it okay if you share the dressing room with someone else? We had a little incident, it would just be for makeup."
"Sure no problem." He agreed without elaborating. The only information he had received before arriving was that he would only be one of two special guests for the interview that night.
When the door opened again and Y/N walked in, Mason couldn't believe his luck. Mason had had a crush on Y/N for years. He had seen all of her movies, especially those that were part of the Marvel franchise, and had fantasized about meeting her, and now here he was, about to share a dressing room with her for an interview that they would do together.
As soon as Y/N entered the room, Mason's heart skipped a beat. He tried his best to stay calm, but he couldn't help but feel nervous around her.
"Hm, hello?" she smiled, and he tried not to look like an idiot.
"H-h-hi." Shit. Why the hell was he stuttering? It wasn't in his profile to be so nervous in front of a woman, but Y/N's beauty was really otherworldly.
"Sorry to invade your space like this, but they left something rotting in my dressing room, and now it's the biggest stink in there." She laughed, waving her hand in front of her nose, remembering the smell. "I'm Y/N by the way, actress." Mason only realized that he had been drooling for so long, enchanted with Y/N that he barely noticed that she had a hand outstretched toward him.
"I-I know who you are." He faked a cough to try to get that damn stutter to stop, as he squeezed her hand.
"Oh you do?" She raised an amused eyebrow.
"Yeah, I think I've seen all your movies." He was sure he had seen them all.
"Oh, so I have a fan?"
"Yeah, I guess you do." He laughed gracelessly and decided to complete. "I'm Mason."
"You play football, don't you? I was told that's what it was."
"Yeah, I play for Chelsea."
"I'm not very familiar with the sport, but you're one of the best players in the country, aren't you? It must be hard to deal with all that pressure."
"Yeah, it's complicated sometimes, but I love what I do…" Mason had to confess he was in heaven to have Y/N there with him and so interested in what he was saying, but that nervousness didn't seem to want to go away, and he seemed to prefer to look everywhere rather than look at her and do something silly. "Sorry… Do you want something? I swear I didn't finish like all the stock in the fridge."
Y/N laughed lightly noticing his nervousness and moved a few steps closer towards him and touching his shoulder which made Mason shudder.
"No need to get nervous in front of me, Mount, I usually treat my fans very well." She blinked with one of her eyes, and Mason arched his eyebrows.
Wait a minute, was that a flirtation? It had to have been a flirtation by the way Y/N said the last sentence, with a certain malice. But Mason didn't have time to find out because the make-up artist, Margot, entered the trailer, interrupting them.
They didn't have much more time to talk alone because in minutes they were being driven to the studio to start recording the show, but the glances they had exchanged since Y/N's last sentence had not gone unnoticed by Mason.
The interview went well, he and Y/N had already talked about almost everything involving their lives while the host alternated with jokes to lighten the mood. The one this time would be Mason, who would participate in a "Marry, kill or kiss?"
"So Mason, Gal Gadot, Scarlett Johansson and Y/N. Who do you marry, kill or kiss?" The host asked, and Mason looked at the audience. The idea was to make him look dull, but he didn't because he saw an opportunity there. He looked at Y/N who was sitting next to him. She raised an eyebrow at him, really interested in his answer.
"Hm, I think I marry Scarlett, kill Gal and kiss Y/N."
A chorus coming from the audience filled the room and Y/N looked slightly positively surprised.
At intermission, when they returned to the dressing room, Y/N asked the first thing she thought of:
"So, you would kiss me, but not marry me? Why?"
"Because kissing you is one thing I can do now." He winked, confidently, taking Y/N by surprise. She had expected to hear anything but that, but she smiled witlessly, so Mason realized that she had enjoyed it. She wanted him to flirt with her, and that was enough to make him put all nervousness aside. He knew he had to make the most of this opportunity.
Margot appeared to touch up his makeup, and soon they were back on the couch to restart the interview. Y/N felt that the second half was being different, Mason was different with her, he seemed more at ease, more playful, and she couldn't ignore the shivers she felt every time her hand accidentally brushed against some part of her skin.
What she didn't know was that everything Mason did was on purpose.
The interview must have been almost over when a blackout covered the entire studio, leaving almost everything dark except for the lights coming from the cell phone screens.
The director warned them that they were having a problem with the power outage, and the producer turned to the one of those still sitting side by side.
"Mason and Y/N is it okay if you guys hold on for a bit? It's a minor technical problem, and we are already fixing it."
"No problem" Y/N replied, staying a little longer than planned would not be a problem for his schedule.
"With Y/N's company, I can wait all day." He replied simply, and Y/N looked at him. Even in the dark, she could see the wink he directed at her.
"Okay what's this?" She asked, sitting up so that she was facing him. "Stop flirting with me."
"Why? Is it working?" He laughed, getting a little closer.
"You don't seem like the same shy guy from half an hour ago."
"I'm not shy, but I confess that meeting you made me nervous." He said low, just so she could hear. Mason ran his fingers up her arm, making circles on the bare part of her shoulder, and that time Y/N didn't know if she could concentrate on his words and the touch at the same time. "Because I have to admit, I've had a crush on you for a few years now."
"Oh yeah?" Y/N asked, licking her lips. She thought the nervous Mason was adorable, but the flirtatious Mason was thought-provoking and much more interesting. "I have to admit that I think you are very sexy, and I would also kiss you in 'Marry, Kill or Kiss'."
That was all the fuel Mason needed to put all shyness aside and follow Y/N. It was dark enough to sneak back into the trailer without anyone noticing.
He just waited for her to close the door tightly before pulling her around the waist and pinning her to the wall, his body keeping her from moving. He brought his mouth close to hers, trying first to feel her breath, and almost laughed at her anxiety.
In the dark, they kissed passionately, Mason's hands traversing Y/N's body as she gave herself over to the moment. The sound of their quickening breaths was the only thing audible as they crumpled together in the trailer.
The touch of their hands and the pressure of their bodies against each other were a mixture of sensations that left them breathless. They knew they couldn't stay there forever, but they wanted to enjoy every second of it while they could.
"Let me know if you want me to stop." Mason whispered as his hands moved down from her waist to her hips. When he squeezed her ass while distributing kisses on her neck, Y/N found herself unable to ask him to stop.
The return of the light was the only thing that could separate them, reluctantly, knowing that they had to get back to the studio before someone came for them. But the gleam in their eyes showed that the moment they shared would never be forgotten.
"So…" Mason began half-heartedly, but extremely pleased.
"Now you're going to have to give me a lot more than a kiss, Mount." She said before they went back into the studio to wrap up the Talk Show.
When they said their goodbyes, Y/N gave Mason a mischievous smile and told him to keep in touch. Mason left the interview feeling like he was on cloud nine. He knew he had just had the best day of his life and couldn't wait to see what the future held for him with Y/N.
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I don’t date assholes
Summary: From the night they met, to memories with each other throughout the years, to the night they confess it all.
Word count: 5.8k words
Warnings: angst, friends to lovers, alcohol
A/N: please be gentle with me, this was my first Mason fic I’ve written! I’m an absolute sucker for friends to lovers, and every time I reread it, I die on the inside 😭 I hope this hits everyone’s feels the way it hit mine. If anyone wants to be tagged in the future in Mason fics, please message me and I’ll add you onto the tag list!
“I don’t date assholes.”
If you had told someone that that’s how you started a friendship with someone, they’d think you were messing with them. A soft snicker escaping their mouth, as they proceeded to ask you what really happened. It made you laugh watching their facial expression change, knowing they were curious as to how someone wanted to be friends with you after blurting out those words.
Your body leaned against the wall, hiding between the wall and the bodies that were circled around you, everyone else conversing with the other people within the group. You? You’d been leaning against the wall for a record breaking 10 minutes, not wanting to engage in conversation with anyone you didn't know. Drunk bodies filled up the apartment fast, giving no room for anyone to wiggle their way across the apartment without awkwardly brushing against another person's body. You had been in your position long enough to get a good glimpse around the current room, your eyes darting from body to body. At one point your attention landed on a group of rowdy boys, consisting of maybe four to five of them. All of them making it easy to tell that they had chugged at least a half a dozen beers to each of their faces, their bodies wobbling all over, making you feel dizzy just by watching them stubble everywhere.
At one point your eyes landed on one of the boys of the group, instantly giving him a once over. He wore a pair of medium washed blue jeans, and had a long sleeve white shirt covering his top half. Visible stains could be seen on his shirt, even in the darkness that took over the room. Most likely the result of having one too many drinks, or stuffing way too many drunk people into a tiny space. Your eyes travelled up his body, making their way towards his face. He sported a cheeky smile, a smile that seemed to never leave his face. Even though he was a mere eight feet or so away from you, you could see the light glistening in his eyes. His soft brown hair plopping down in any and every direction, the sweat dripping off of his forehead causing it to stick against his face. A look that usually made you cringe but for some reason it looked good on him, and you couldn’t tell why.
Apparently you hadn’t been the only one noticing someone. His eyes bouncing off of all the bodies in the room, trying to find the girl who walked into the party two hours ago. The one that turned quite a few heads, his included. It was the way you didn’t care what was happening around you, just simply doing your own thing despite a lot happening around you. It was the way you smiled at someone, brightening up the entire room with a simple gesture. Mason could tell the moment he saw you against the wall, that you didn’t realize how beautiful you actually were. Natural beauty clung to you, making it hard for anyone to look away. Although you had this look on your face that said you’d rather be at home watching Netflix in your comfiest clothing, you still respected the people around you. Showing them that you were still enjoying their company.
Mason lost you a few times throughout the night, getting distracted by the group of people he had been hanging with the moment he stepped through the doors. The group, clearly drunk, didn’t have any clue of Mason and his crush on the girl leaning against the wall. The boys completely smashed didn’t even realize Mason had left them, prancing his way throughout the bodies of people, until he was finally a foot away from you. He waited a few seconds, not wanting to interrupt your conversation, knowing he would be furious if someone interrupted him. The girl you were speaking to instantly looked to her left, her eyes landing on Mason, and then back to you. Her hand landed on your shoulder as she leaned in to whisper something into your ear, before backing away and disappearing into the crowd.
You turned your neck towards the mysterious boy, a blank look quickly replacing the relaxed face you’ve had most of the night. Had he seen you staring at him moments ago? You thought.
“So I know this is weird and all but I’ve noticed you standing here all night,” he started off, running his hand gently against his facial hair and his eyes darting everywhere but at yours, clearly nervous.
You looked at him, letting him know you were waiting for him to continue. It took him a few moments but he finally looked up, giving you a curious look, most likely based off of the blank expression on yours. When he saw you weren't responding, he let out a low sigh.
“How about we leave this place and go have some fun somewhere else?” He lifted his solo cup to his mouth, his lips barely hiding underneath the rim, revealing a fresh smirk.
To say you were shocked was an understatement, because you didn’t know what to even say. He approached you in the least cockiest way, showing nothing but respect while you were still talking to someone. He waited for you to finish, making sure to not interrupt you, something most people at parties forgot to do. The moment he spoke, you could tell he was nervous. Words stuttered through his lips, as he looked everywhere but at you.
You looked up at him, a mischievous smile replacing your blank expression. “I don’t date assholes.”
With the mischievous smile still on your face, you started peeling your body off of the wall, making sure to brush your shoulder against his as you made your way elsewhere. Anywhere else but here.
That night was almost three years ago. Three years ago when you completely turned down Mason, along with insulting him. Of course you hadn’t known Mason before that night, so you didn’t know much about him besides him being gorgeous. You obviously didn’t know how persistent he was, completely shocking you the moment you got home to see a DM from him on Instagram. You didn’t even question how he found your Instagram, because that was the least of your worries. What shocked you the most was that he reached out to you, taking you by surprise. He started off by apologizing, knowing that was the only chance he had to try to make amends with you. He then proceeded to praise you, saying he’s never seen a girl just turn down a guy like that and walk away looking like a complete badass, completely stunning him. This made you chuckle.
The rest was completely history. Mason kept in contact with you through Instagram, making it his mission to get to know you. Beside being one of the most beautiful girls he had ever laid eyes on, he loved how genuine you were. Since being in the eyes of thousands of people at a young age, it was almost impossible to meet anyone without knowing whether they liked him for him, or because he grew up in the spotlight. He knew the moment that you turned him down that you didn’t care if he was a professional athlete. You didn’t let things slide just because he was who he was, and he could finally say that it was refreshing to meet someone new.
Of course even though you turned Mason down, it didn’t stop him from being his flirty self. A few weeks after developing a friendship, he couldn’t help but always bring up that night. He joked around about him not being your type, but how he would change your mind eventually, because of course he was the Mason Mount. You instantly laughed in his face, finding it hilarious that he was so determined to change your mind. Despite finding him attractive that one night, you couldn’t think of him but anything more than a friend.
It didn’t take long for you to meet his friends and vice versa. Mason was constantly asking you to hang out whenever he wasn’t busy with football, and would turn into a child when you turned him down because you were having a girls night.
“I can be one of the girls,” he said into the phone. You weren’t with him at that very moment, but you could sense the pout he had just replaced his smile with. “I just wanna see you.”
Even though you tried to be stern with him, he always ended up winning. He knew exactly what to say, knowing what got you to cave, and it always worked. He felt bad whenever he pulled out his moves, but instantly forgot about how bad he felt the moment he saw you. You seemed to always make him feel better, even after some of the worst days he’s ever had.
His friends loved you from the start, and found it hilarious that you turned him down the way you did. Despite Mason telling them to stop bringing it up, they never failed to do so, causing a chuckle to escape your mouth as Mason sighed before you.
“Oh come on you big baby,” you shoved his body with your shoulder. “You have to admit, it was a funny way to meet.”
One thing both friend groups had in common was the way they saw the both of you guys together. From the outsides eyes, you seemed liked more than friends, even if you yourself denied it hundreds of times. People noticed the way your guys’ eyes darted around the room searching for the other person, especially when the other person wasn’t in the room. They saw the way you guys interacted with each other, basically inseparable. Despite Mason trying to stay as discreet as possible, he hadn’t realized that whenever he made a flirtatious comment towards you, someone was within a few feet to hear it. To everyone else you guys were basically a couple, just too dumb to realize and confess your feelings to one another. In reality, you two were just super close and couldn’t imagine not being around the other.
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It was a Friday night during the Christmas break, meaning both yourself and Mason were completely free to do whatever you wanted. During the holidays Mason wouldn't hesitate to head back to his hometown, getting to spend the holidays with his family for a couple of days. Unfortunately for you it was the complete opposite. Christmas wasn’t really something you enjoyed celebrating, and you dreaded when the time came around each year. Mason knew this about you, and even tried convincing you to come home with him to spend the holidays with him. Usually he didn’t need to do much convincing at all, but with Christmas involved, it was near impossible.
“Why don’t you wanna come home with me?” He pouted down at you. “My family would love to have you around.”
“Mason,” you sternly look up at him, letting him know how serious you were. “You know my answer will always be the same so why bother asking.”
“It’s worth a shot.”
“Just please go home to your family, I’m sure they wanna see you.”
“No.” He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.
“What do you mean no?” He finally had your full attention, knowing that his stubbornness drove you crazy.
“If you aren’t coming home with me for Christmas, then I’m not going.”
“Wait,” you turned your body so you were now facing him, your legs underneath your body as you sat on them. “So you’re saying you’re just gonna stay here and spend Christmas here with me?”
He nodded down at you, “that’s exactly what I’m saying. I’m not going back home to leave you here alone, so I’m staying. My family can last one Christmas without me, I can’t leave you here alone.”
If you learned one thing in the three years you guys have been really good friends, it’s believe everything Mason says. He was never a bullshitter, and would tell you exactly how it is. If he didn’t like you? You would know within two minutes of meeting him. If he didn’t like something you did? He wouldn’t hesitate to tell you exactly that. So you knew as soon as those words came out of his mouth, there was no convincing him. Once his mind was set there was no going back.
Knowing that you didn’t really care for the festivities of Christmas, Mason tried making the most of his time spent with you that didn’t remind you of Christmas. Even though everyone dusted off their skates near the holidays and got together to skate, you never really connected the two together. Maybe it was because hockey was in your life for most of your childhood, your brothers both growing up playing hockey competitively.
“It’s freezing outside today, so why don’t we just stay at my apartment and cozy up near the fire instead of skating,” he suggested as you both walked in the direction towards his condo.
“I’ll never turn down the fireplace and you know that Mase,” you laughed, looking up at him. “But isn’t that something we do all the time?”
“Yes it is,” he snickered knowing you would say something like that. He just knew you so well. “But I’ve got a few things we can do to mix it up.”
“And that is?”
“You’ll see babe, you’ll see!”
When you guys finally made it back to his condo fifteen minutes later, it got you realizing just how freezing it was in the city tonight. Your body shivered instantly, reacting to the temperature difference from Mason’s apartment and the wind chill outside.
“Just get comfy and I’ll set everything up,” Masom ripped off his jacket, chucking it on the backrest of the couch in the living room. Excitement radiating off of his voice, letting you know that he’d been planning this for a while. He always seemed to amaze you, coming up with all sorts of ideas you yourself never once thought about.
You made your way through the familiar condo, your feet seamlessly gliding across the shiny hardwood floors. Your eyes darting off of the familiar furniture, since you probably spent more time at Mason’s condo than you did yours. It made you feel at home, especially being alone at your condo most nights when you decided to stay there. Mason would make jokes about you moving in since you always seemed to be there even when he wasn’t, but you always took them as that, a joke.
Mason exited his guest bedroom with a giant box in his hands, the contents of the box jiggling with every step he took towards you. He dropped the box onto the dining room table, and turned his attention back towards you.
“So I know whenever we come back to my condo to relax near the fireplace it’s usually while watching Netflix,” he commended, smirking down at you. “But I’ve decided to change it up.”
“What’s in the box Mason?”
He made his way towards the fridge, swiftly opening it and pulling a few things out. With his arms completely full a few seconds later, he pulled his body away from the fridge to close it, before making his way toward the dining room table where you were now standing at.
“Alcohol?” You knew you had a confused look on your face the moment Mason looked up at you and chuckled.
“Yes alcohol,” he placed it down in the middle of the table. “I think tonight calls for a night of board games and drinking.”
No matter what it was that Mason came up with, you guys always ended up enjoying yourselves. Whether it was the activity he decided on or just the quality time you both spent together doing everyday stuff, you never seemed to get bored. You were an introvert, mostly keeping to yourself, but with Mason you felt like you could trust him with your whole life.
“I say by the end of monopoly, you’re too drunk to even stand up,” Mason chuckled as he opened up two beers, passing one to you as he took a seat at the table.
You pulled the seat beside him out, moving your body quickly into the seat before taking a giant swing, “I say I’m perfectly fine and you’re the one who I have to take care of tonight.”
“Oh you’re on,” he smirked at you, clinking his beer bottle with yours before opening up the box in front of you.
Maybe it was because you were a bit smaller than Mason, or maybe it was because you didn’t consume enough alcohol frequently to have a high alcohol tolerance, but to say you were drunk was no lie. You were smashed, and it was no surprise to you when you needed Mason’s help to make sure you were able to stand up properly. The game of monopoly had gone on for a long three hours, money scattered all over the board as a result of Mason flaunting all his winnings.
“I knew I’d win,” he flung his money in the air, it slowly whirling through the air before it plopped down on the game board, looking like a pile of freshly fallen leaves.
“Okay I get it Mase,” you stood against the table for support, giving him a look of annoyance.
“You’re just jealous that I not only won in monopoly, but I also called it that you’d be smashed by the end of it.”
“You’re always picking on me,” you huffed out as you crossed our arms across your chest, your eyes following Mason walk across the room until he was in front of the closet. Before you knew it, Masom had lifted up your jacket from the hanger, bringing it towards you at the table, getting ready to help you put it on. No matter what it was, he always found any and every way to make you feel like a child. He knew how much you hated being taken care of, and took it upon himself to annoy you until you rolled your eyes at him.
“Come on drunk child,” he let out a loud laugh, causing you to let out a pout. “Let’s get you dressed so we can go on a walk.”
“Wait you’re gonna bring us outside for a walk?” You shrieked up at him. “It’s nearly 1 AM Mase, we’re both intoxicated. We’re the perfect victims for kidnapping!”
“Come on drama queen,” he clung onto your hand, yanking open his front door as he let out a laugh. “Let’s go before our chances of becoming kidnapping victims become higher.”
“I’m glad you find this hilarious!”
No matter how against a walk you were, you still followed him out the condo, not having much of a choice since he was holding your hand. Even if you weren’t as intoxicated as you were, it wouldn’t settle right with you knowing that he was outside in the middle of the night on his own, and you were safe in his condo. Wherever he went, you seemed to follow, even severely intoxicated at 1am.
“We really shouldn’t be doing this!” You yelled out at Mason, him already a few feet ahead of you trying to cross the road.
“Oh come on babe,” he chuckled out, his breath lingering in the air letting anyone know that it was indeed a lot more freezing outside than it was a few hours prior. “Live a little. We’re just roaming around having fun, no harm in doing that.”
You huffed out at him, your feet still planted on the curb, never touching the road.
“God you’re so slow,” he began walking back towards you until he was only a foot away from you, breaking the distance with you by reaching out his hand. “Gimme your hand so I don’t lose you!”
Your eyes gazing down at his hand in front of him, waiting for you to grab onto it. Without overthinking anything too much, you lifted your hand to grab ahold of his hand, knowing that if you over thought it, you’d probably leave his hand hanging there. “Let’s go.”
He led the way across the street making sure you didn’t leave his sight. The nighttime air stood silent, the sound of the both of your feet hitting against the sidewalk echoing throughout the night. A silence overtaking you two, but not the type of silence that left you guys feeling awkward, but a good silence.
“Where are we going?” You finally broke the silence, curiosity taking over. “We’ve been walking for at least 15 minutes!”
“We’re almost there I promise,” he looked down at you, squeezing your hand in the process to reassure you everything would be okay.
Despite his reassurance, you still looked over your shoulder constantly, terrified that something bad was gonna happen. Even before knowing Mason you were constantly looking over your shoulder every second of the day. It was a habit you had that you couldn’t seem to brush away. Once you met Mason, you seemed to do it a lot less. You always wondered why it took someone special coming into your life to stop doing it as much as you used to, but could never think much of it. One of your good girlfriends thought otherwise. She was convinced Masom made you feel safe and sheltered, meaning you didn’t have to look at every single thing that moved around you. You were finally able to breathe comfortably when stepping outdoors, and despite always brushing it off everytime she said it was all him, you couldn’t not believe it. It was him the entire time.
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“I remember going to the park as a kid, and just forgetting about everything,” Mason said from the other swing only a foot or so away from you. “My best friend and I used to sneak away to come play soccer or road hockey. It was probably one of my favourite memories with him as a child.”
You gave him a little nod, letting him know you were listening to him. Whenever he brought up his family or friends you knew he got into his feelings, sadness taking over him as he remembered he didn’t get to see them as much as he did when he was a kid. It probably didn’t help the situation that he was supposed to be back home at this very moment, surrounded by his family and friends for the next week.
“Sometimes it’s the simplest things that you experience with a person that makes them special to you,” he looked up at you, giving you a stern look as he let out a sigh. “You came into my life so unexpectedly, but I’m so glad you gave me that chance the night I was an idiot. I don’t know what I would be like if I didn’t have you.”
“Mason are you okay?” You lifted your butt off the swing, taking a few steps to Mason until you were standing in front of him. “You never get like this.”
“It’s just I’ve felt like this for a while and I thought maybe I was confused about us, but lately these feelings have been so intense I can’t hide them anymore,” his breath lingering in the air, as he looked up at you.
“Mase, what are you talking about?” You grabbed a hold of his cold hands, squeezing them. “You’re confusing me.”
“I love you okay?” He huffed out loud, as his eyes didn’t leave yours. “I know I’m always cracking jokes about it but I’m an idiot who’s so in love with you it isn’t even funny.”
You stood still not knowing if you could move. You heard everything he said to you, but it’s like your body still hadn’t processed it yet.
“Say something babe,” he squeezed your hand, pulling you out of your trance.
“Mason I-,” you stuttered as you looked down at your intertwined fingers. “We’re both intoxicated and need sleep. I think this is a conversation we need to have when we’re both sober.”
It took you a moment to build up the courage to look Mason in the eyes, scared that he might be mad at you for choosing to disregard the conversation completely due to the high alcohol consumption you both did. When you finally did look up, you were met with Mason looking down at you. His face had a blank expression on it, but his eyes held back a story. His eyes filled with hurt, completely crushing you as you had no choice but to look at him.
“Let’s get back to the condo,” he lifted his body off of the swing, letting go of your hand and walking right past you. “It’s getting late.”
You knew he was hurt, completely devastated. You knew that if you confessed your feelings to him and got the same reaction that he got from you, you’d be heartbroken. It took a huge amount of courage to finally let those feelings escape your conscious, and you could tell just how upset he truly was. Although you could sense how upset Mason was, he never once left your side the whole walk home. His hands weren’t intertwined with yours like they usually were, him placing them in his jacket pocket the moment he hopped off the swing waiting for you. He still stood beside you the entire way home, making sure you felt safe even if he was upset. Him being upset didn’t change the fact that he still cared about you, even though he knew there was a possibility that you didn’t feel the same as him.
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The feeling of warmth overtakes you as the bright sunlight shines through the cracks of the curtains, the curtains definitely not doing its job. You slowly open your eyes, your hands instantly trying to shoot up to your face so you could rub your eyes, a habit you always seemed to do every morning, except you couldn’t move them. Lifting your head up off of the pillow, your eyes slowly open, your vision taking a few seconds to adjust to your surroundings. Your eyes instantly make their way to the body basically on top of you, the culprit that is making it impossible for you to move your body. His hair dangles off his head, a complete mess. His head is no longer laying on your chest, his chin resting against your boob, a smirk planted on his face.
“Good morning beautiful,” he looked up at you. “How did you sleep?”
You looked at him with a blank expression, clearly confused that he was so cheerful, especially after the events that happened the night prior.
“I slept good,” you gave him a smile, moving a curl that was stuck against his forehead out of the way. “How did you sleep?”
“I slept good as well,” he lifted his body off of your chest, lowering his feet onto the floor before getting off of the bed. “I feel refreshed for once.”
“That’s good, I know how shitty your sleep schedule is when you travel, so I’m glad you were able to catch up on some sleep.”
“Yeah,” his back still facing you, as he made his way towards the door. “I’m gonna go make some breakfast.”
Despite him being his cheerful self, you knew something was up. You knew he was taking whatever happened last night hard, and although it was upsetting him quite a bit, he wanted nothing more than to make sure you were in a good mood. He was always looking after others, but always seemed to put himself last. You loved how much he cared for the people closest to him, but you hated it when he put himself dead last.
You whipped the blanket off of your body, the heat from the apartment keeping you warm despite the blanket no longer there to shelter you. You slowly removed yourself out of the bed, following the humming echoing throughout the apartment. Mason loved to cook for the both of you, and you knew he was doing it even if you weren’t in the same room as him because he was always humming to himself.
You made your way outside of the bedroom and into the living room, the aroma of eggs and bacon hitting your nose instantly. A fresh plate made for you sitting at the table, waiting for you to indulge. He knew the way to your heart was through your stomach, and constantly made sure you were fed, even if you told him you weren’t hungry after not eating all day. You took a seat at the table, knowing he was probably about done with cooking his food, and would come join you for breakfast.
“So I kind of lied to you earlier this morning when you asked me how I slept,” he dropped the spatula in the sink, his body turning so he was now facing you as you sat at the table.
“About what?” You gulped, knowing that this conversation was probably leading to what happened last night.
“Here’s me being completely honest with you, because I shouldn’t have lied to you when you asked me,” he moved his body around the kitchen island, making his way towards you at the table. “I slept like shit last night.”
“You should have woken me up Mason, I would have helped you get some sleep,” you placed the fork that you had in your hand, on the table, giving him your full attention now. You knew this conversation needed to happen, and you had braced yourself for it the moment you stepped out of bed, knowing that when it came to Mason and how he felt, he didn't like waiting too long to resolve the situation.
“I couldn’t bring myself to do it,” he stared down at you as he pulled out the chair beside you to take a seat, making sure he was still facing you. “You just looked so peaceful and I couldn’t bring it upon myself to wake you. I saw the look on your face last night when I told you, and I didn’t want you staying up half the night overthinking, because I know you.”
“But it was okay for you to stay up all night tossing and turning and overthinking?” You argued back. “I get my reaction probably wasn’t what you wanted, but I hope you understand where I was coming from when I told you I wanted to have this conversation while we were both sober.”
“You don’t have to explain yourself,” he looked down at his hands as he began playing with his fingers. He was nervous. “I was just so in my emotions last night and I have been for a while now. I should have just waited another day to tell you. I was an idiot and I get that.”
“Mason stop calling yourself an idiot,” you grabbed ahold of his hand, getting him to stop fidgeting with his fingers and pay attention to you. “Clearly you were in your feelings last night and have been for a while. You had every right to express how you feel, and maybe I shouldn’t have completely brushed you off the way I did. That’s on me.”
“It’s okay because last night was last night, and this morning is this morning,” he smiled up at you, the first smile he cracked since you both woke up. “Here I am fully sober, letting you know that I’ve been an idiot for the last three years since we met each other. I was an idiot the night I decided to talk disrespectfully to a girl and made a fool of myself. I’m an idiot who hid his feelings from everyone, including you, because I was scared that you just thought of me as a close friend. I’m an idiot who decided after waiting three years to finally tell you how I felt, to tell you when we were both intoxicated. But now, I’m the idiot who’s completely sober, telling you how much you have meant to me these last three years, and how you continue to be the person who makes me the person I am today. I’m an idiot who’s been in love with you, and I’m finally growing the balls to tell you.”
You looked up at him, tears threatening to escape past your eyelids as you listened to every word that escaped his mouth. There was a difference between the way he told you the night prior and at this very moment. Of course you believed him the moment those words left his mouth last night at the park, but his words this morning left you speechless. The passion felt through his words was different this time, and you felt it.
“Mason if you’re an idiot then so am I,” you lifted your body off of the chair, and into his lap, bringing your arms around his shoulder. “I’m the one who hid their feelings from everyone, including myself, in hopes that maybe if I kept telling myself that you didn’t like me, that my feelings would just go away. I just assumed you were always joking around and didn’t see me that way.”
“So it’s safe to say that we’re both idiots and we could have been together this whole time?” He chuckled at you, a bright smile illuminating the space around you.
“I guess we’re the ones to blame then,” you laughed, leaning your head against his shoulder, the feeling of relief finally taking you over.
"I guess we are love," he rubbed your shoulder, placing a gentle kiss on top of your head. "I guess we are."
Maybe it wouldn't have taken as long as it did for you two to get together if you guys had listened to the people around you, constantly bickering at them as they always questioned you two about your relationship with each other. Maybe you guys would have been together this whole time, laughing about how funny it was the way you two met. One positive thing that came out of you guys waiting three years to finally realize your love for each other were the memories you made with each other. They say most successful relationships form from great friendships, and despite your friendship starting off a little rocky, you knew just how great of a friendship you guys had with each other. You trusted each other, you were there for each other during the good and the bad times, but now you guys could finally add another chapter to your friendship. The first chapter of your romantic relationship, a relationship full of I love you's.
#mason mount fic#mason mount#mason mount x you#mason mount x reader#mason mount x y/n#my writing#Mason mount imagine
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this with mason and leon
oh yes 😭😭 I just know Mason loves to mess with him in the garden. Like especially now that it’s hot outside sometimes without even Leon asking, Mason just gets up, grabs one of the many footballs around the house and is like “let’s go out and play buddy” so Leon can obviously not say no and just runs to try and get his new “ball” shoes as he calls them and when they’re both outside you follow them with a drink for yourself and Mason along with a water bottle for leon and you’re watching on and you think Mason is going to take it easy but he doesn’t. Instead he’s dribbling like his life depends on it and when Leon falls for the third time in like two minutes you just shake your head. “Mason! Give him the ball.”
“He has to learn this way! Can’t have him think football is easy.” He laughs before looking back at his two year old, “right bud?” And Leon just nods because even if he doesn’t quite understand, no matter what his dad says he’s always gonna be on his side.
“You’re such a mean dad.” You tease before turning your eyes to your son who’s looking between you both. “Leon, run at daddy and get the ball! Go, baby! Score for mummy.” And Mason passes him the ball but it doesn’t take him long before he takes it back and with a sigh you give up and sit back and watch as Leon shouts “goal” every time he gets nutmegged.
#I wanted to make this longer but my brain is fried#I’m trying to write on part two of swbi#but the fact that you guys send me videos that remind you of my characters#🥺🥺🥺#very short#blurb#mason mount blurb#mason mount imagine
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my winner 🏆 - Mason Mount
concept - in honour of ballon d'or night mason wins the ballon d'or with wife by his side
y/nmount: my incredible mase is nominated for a ballon d'or i'm so so so proud of you baby!! 🎊🥺
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benchilwell: proud dad moment 😘
masonmount: love you brother x
masonmount: couldn't have done any of this without you darling 🤍
y/nmount: love you xxx
y/nmom: congrats mase!!!!!! we are cheering you on from home x
masonmount: awh thank you x
woody: ofc you would post this pic 😭🔥🔥🔥
y/nmount: my husband is sexy nathan don't lie x
laurenfryer: best of luck mase! can't wait to see what you look like all dressed up y/n xxx
y/nmount: looking like a whale 😛
y/nbestie: good luck mase! XX
masonmount: thank youuuu x
masonmount: WHAT A NIGHT!! i'm offically a ballon d'or winner...i'm in shock i'd like to thank my entire team both on and off the field at chelsea you have paved the way for me since i was 6 years old. this is for you chels, i'd like to thank my family and friends my parents tony and debbie my siblings stacey jaz and lewys my best friends nathan and declan and of course my gorgeous wife Y/n. y/n, this is the day i've dreamed of since i was a child and i'm beyond glad i get to share this moment with you i love you with my entire heart. to the fans you are why i do what i do, you push me to work harder and better and i'm coming home to stamford bridge to share this with you all so much love - mason x
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masonfan: 🐐🐐🐐🐐
woody: i got a mention 😭🐐
masonmount: of course, you did!!
jazbenham: so proud!!!!!! 💙💙💙💙
masonmount: agh we did it!!!!!!!!
itsamelewigi: that's my boy 🥇
masonmount: love you bro x
y/nmount: mo grá <3 so proud of you baby 🥺🤍 [my love <3]
masonmount: grá agat go deo xx [love you forever in irish]
chelseafc: our winner 💙🥇🥇🥇🥇🥇
masonmount: can't wait to get home!!
declanrice: never been prouder of you!!! brother you're a star 😁🔥🐐
masonmount: my goat xx
y/mount: to the afterparty mase 🐐🤍
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should i bring the nanny back?
#manchester united#imagines#football imagine#football imagines#football#imagine#football fanfic#football x you#footballer imagine#football x oc#football x y/n#football x reader#mason mount blurb#mason mount#mason mount imagines#mason mount x reader#man utd#mason mount fluff#mason mount imagine#mason mount x y/n#mason mount fanfic#mason mount x you#mason mount x oc#mason mount x reader fanfic#mason mount fics#mason mount concepts#mason mount one shots#mason mount drabble#mason mount angst#my writing
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