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10 mason mount 🥺

10. “Are you still awake…?” Mason Mount

Warnings: none just Mason being a little bit too chocky

- Are you still awake…? - he asked, a hand brushing your waist and him giving you sweet kisses on your jaw.

- For God’s sake, Mason. It’s 1 AM in the morning. What do you want? - you turned up the lamp on the bedside table and turned around to face him.

- I … ummmm …. - his cheeks turned softly pink and he scratched his beard, maybe trying to figure out the right words to use with you.

- You could have chose to bother me in another moment, ya know? Just tell me wha-

- I love you, baby. -

- Did you wake me up just to tell me this? - you squint your eyes and moved a lock of hair from his forehead.

- Yes, I felt an urge to tell you I love you right now. -

- I love you too, Mase. But could you not wait until tomorrow morning to tell me this? -

- No, I felt like I would die if I didn’t tell you so I had do wake you up now. -

- What the heck. You’re the worst boyfriend sometimes. - you brushed your sleepy eyes so you could focus on him better - Now get in the fucking bed and go to sleep right now. - you pouted

- You’re very cute when you pout like that, you know? - he smiled, laying over you and helping himself with his arms to get up a little, so he wouldn’t lay on you with all his weight.

You rolled your eyes and softly hit him on his shoulder.

- Oi, you hurt me, you know? I can’t play football anymore right now. - he rubbed his shoulder with his left hand and totally lay down on you, his head slipping between your neck and shoulder so he could kiss you in one of your favorite spots.

- Shut up, Mase. I just want to get back to my sleeping schedule. - you frowned, trying to push him on his side of the bed.

- Fine, fine. I’ll let you sleep then, since you don’t want to cuddle your hurt boyfriend. -

- Fuck off. -

- Could you at least give me a good night kiss? So I can sleep well. - he sweetly asked, hugging you.

- I’ll kiss you just if you stop waking me up in the middle of the night with some dumbass questions. -

- Deal. - he smiled and brushed your nose with his and just after giving you the sweetest kiss ever.

- That kiss saved you from me beating your ass very hard, ya know? - you grinned, pointing a finger at him.

- You love me way too much to beat me up. - he smirked, knowing exactly that he was right.

- You’re right and I hate you for this. But let just sleep now. - you turned off the lamp, turning around and putting an arm on his chest and your head in between his neck and shoulder.

- May I ask you something? -

- Yes, Mase. What’s up? -

- Could I just be the little spoon? Just for tonight. - his voice seemed kinda scarred of asking.

- Of course, baby. Come here. - you lay down on your spot again and he turned around and came near you, so you could hug him from behind.

- I didn’t joke when I told you I love you, Mase. - you gave him a kiss on his hair and your arm surrounded his waist.

- I love you more. - he said, his eyes closing few second later.

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same🥺😭

Part three and final because you deserve it

i will never ever ever get over him i want more selfies from him

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Lest We Forget.

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Hazza😍😍❤️❤️

Manchester United Travel to Italy for the UEFA Champions League | 1.11.21

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I LOVE THIS 💙💙💙

Summary: Mason and the reader have an argument, but with Y/N already stressed from her mentally taxing job, disaster strikes for the young couple.

Notes: This wasn't requested, but I felt like writing something and my asks are dry asf. This is going to be a little mini-series kind of thing (if I can manage to keep my levels of motivation up). Also feels weird writing in 3rd person :/. So, yeah, requests are very much open! xx

Warnings: Seizures, mention of suicide, mentions of death

Just Tell Me It's Not The End Of The Line - Mason Mount

"Y/N, we barely spend time together anymore!" Mason said, voice raised slightly. This was a new experience for the both of them. Not once in their four years of being together had the two of them raised their voices at each other. I mean, they'd barely even argued.

"Mase, we can't help it, can we!? You're always at training during the day, I'm always on the night shift. I don't know what you want me to do! Seriously, tell me how I can fix this and I'll do it!" she said back, exasperated. Y/N had already had a stressful week, well a stressful couple of months. Her new job was mentally taxing, but something that needed to be done. Working at an emergency call centre wasn't the nicest of jobs. Sure, you got the calls of cats being 'stuck' up trees or calls from drunks on a night out, just wanting to say hello. But more often than not, Y/N had been dealing with the more serious calls. Either other operators (usually new) didn't know how to deal with these calls, or for some reason, all these calls just happened to be ones that she picked up. The last week had been particularly hard, having dealt with three suicides, two of which she had been unable to prevent, about a dozen calls from distressed children who had been unable to wake their relative from their 'sleep', and you get the idea.

"I don't know! I don't know if there's anything we can do! Even on your days off, all you want to do is lie in bed, in silence. It's like I don't matter to you anymore,"

"Mase, do you have any idea how hard my job is, the sort of things I have to deal with and hear on a daily basis!?"

"Look, Y/N, I don't know what you want me to say, but this relationship won't work if we barely see each other. Maybe we're best off-" But the rest of the sentence had cut off for Y/N, the room now appeared to be spinning, her left arm had fallen numb and limp at her side.

"M-Mase..."

"What!?" Mason shouted unexpectedly, frustrations growing at the situation. Emotions were running so high, the thought of having to split from his girlfriend of four years blocking out the obvious struggles Y/N was having with her speech.

"S-Something... S-Something doesn't f-feel r-r-right..." she slurred. And that's when it happened, Y/N fell to the ground, her eyes rolling to the back of her head and she began to convulse. Mason dropped to his knees next to her, panic flooding his face.

"Y/N! Y/N!" he screamed, reaching for his phone and dialling 999.

"Ambulance service," he said the second someone started to talk to him on the other end of the line. He was put through to someone and quickly began to explain what was happening.

"Move everything out the way so she can't hit her head, and start a stopwatch, stop it when I tell you to," the woman on the other end of the call ordered calmly.

"A stopwatch!?"

"Just do it," He put his phone on speaker ,before switching to his stopwatch on his alarm app, starting the timer and then proceeded to move everything in the close vicinity away from Y/N's head. He was then talked through how to put her into recovery position, laying her on her side to begin with and ending with tilting her head up.

The ambulance only took five minutes to arrive, but those five minutes were possibly the longest few minutes of Mason's life. He spent them trying to reassure both himself, and Y/N, saying things along the lines of, "You're gonna be okay," "Come on, baby, stay with me," "Please don't leave me," "I love you," and "You're gonna be just fine, the ambulance is on its way."

When Mason heard the streets fill with the sound of sirens, he rushed to open the front door before dashing back to his girlfriend's side. She was still violently convulsing. The ambulance crew ran in, making a quick job of putting Y/N onto a stretcher and carrying her into the ambulance. Mason followed closely behind, tears threatening to spill over and down his cheeks.

"Was anyone timing it?" the paramedic asked, Mason pulled out his phone, showing it to him and staring at it himself. Y/N had been fitting for about 8 minutes now, the paramedic immediately calling a medical emergency. A few minutes later, and Y/N's seizure had stopped, she was breathing, but unconscious. Mason sat next to her, holding her hand the whole way. When they arrived, Mason was forced to wait in the reception of the hospital, with the promise that as soon as they had any news, he would be the first to know. So whilst he was waiting he made some calls, first to her parents, next to her brother, Dan, letting them all know of the current situation, and finally to Declan, tears that had been developing since the moment Y/N's seizing had begun, finally streaming from his eyes.

"It's my fault Dec,"

"How can it be? She had a seizure, how can that be your fault?"

"We were arguing, I was shouting at her, and seconds later she was on the floor. What if I lose her Dec... I don't know what I'd do without her... I can't believe I actually thought I could end things between us. I'd be lost Dec, I'd be lost without her. And I almost ended things with her, just because she'd been struggling with work and not being able to spend as much time together because of it,"

"Mase, I need to go, I'm getting in the car now, let Kepa and Kai know. They're her best friends, they'll want to be there when she wakes up" Declan sighed, hanging up the phone. Dan stood metres away, listening to the whole conversation, racing towards Mason, his head in his hands.

"It was your fault! If she dies- If she dies, it's all your fault Mount!" he shouted, grabbing Mason by the collar of his coat and shoving him against the walls of the waiting room.

"I know! I know..." Mason cried as hospital staff rushed to pull Dan off of him.

"Sir, we're going to need you to leave until you've calmed down," the receptionist said, pointing towards the door, Dan went to protest, but looked at Mason's sobbing form and his and Y/N's parents stood there, giving him a look telling him to just leave for a bit. He turned around and walked back out of the hospital, going to calm down until someone came to let him know the state of his little sister. Paul, Y/N's Dad, walked over, pulling Mason into a hug, Claire, her Mum, unable to anything but watch the scene unfold.

"It's alright son, it's gonna be alright, it's not your fault, you couldn't have known that your argument would've caused this, and who says it even did, come on son, calm down," he looked at Claire as Mason's sobbing came to a stop. He lifted his head up and pulled away, sitting back down in his seat, not saying a word. Claire knelt down in front of him.

"If the seizure was due to stress, you and her arguing can't have been the only thing stressing her out, plus lets be honest, she'd forgive you for anything, she would, she loves you and she knows that you love her, anyone who has eyes can see that you love her," she said smiling, "ignore Dan, he's scared, and he's protective of his little sister, but that doesn't mean that what he said was right."

"How about we go and get some coffees, we might be here a while, you stay here, okay?" Paul suggested. Mason just nodded. He sat there, watching the door that Y'N had been rushed through, just waiting for someone, anyone, to come and tell him that his girlfriend was okay. After a few minutes someone did come out and was heading in his direction, he stood up instantly.

"Mason Mount?"

"Yeah," he replied, wiping the tears from his cheeks. He could only imagine how he looks right now.

"We've found a large blood clot in one of her brain's main arteries," Mason was stunned to silence, "unfortunately, the clot isn't responding to any of the medication and we're under a lot of pressure to get this done, as we don't have a lot of time..., we'd like to try a procedure called the clot retrieval surgery. We would feed a wire through an artery in her groin, up into the brain and pull the clot out. On one hand though, it is an experimental surgery and carries an element of risk,"

"What could happen..?" Ben asked, scared to know the answer.

"The clot could get pushed further into the brain, or the artery could be damaged in the process, we need permission from a family member to go forward with the operation. Is there anyone currently here?" the doctor finished.

"Yeah, but they're in the canteen. I'm her boyfriend, surely I can make the decision too?" the doctor nods, "Do it, if that's the only way," Mason said. Nodding, the doctor retreated back into theatre as Y/N's parents came back into the room with the coffees.

"What did they say?" her Dad asked. And Mason explained it all, how the surgery would work and the possibility of complications, and now all they could do is wait. Paul went out to explain it all to Dan, whilst Claire remained by Mason's side, her hand resting on his arm in attempt to comfort him.

"She'll pull through, I know she will, she's strong. You know she is," Claire's words of comfort put Mason's mind slightly at ease. But, all they could do was wait and hope for good news of the surgery going well. Mason knew he was in for a long night of worry and frustration towards himself.

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these two!! god answered my prayer and threw away all ben’s hair gel

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SIR? SIR?????????

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Happy 26th birthday Jacky boy!

u bring so many smiles to so many and seem like the sweetest man, puppy, head empty no thoughts precious boy ever. have the most amazing day. we’re all in luv with you 🎈

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Happy 26th birthday Jack 💙🐐 have the best day , we love you!!!

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the all-important post-match gif set 👀

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naahh this is so cute of mingsy and saka 🥺💘

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Sorry this isn’t Jack related but I am so heartbroken rn😭 I grew up listening to girls aloud , loved the band , and loved her she was probs my favourite

Sarah Harding passed away this morning due to cancer

She was so beautiful and I hope you remember how happy you made your fans ❤️ we love you and miss you

Heaven has gained another beautiful angel😞❤️

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reactions to declan+jack w the cups are sending me

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expectation: declan rice trending on twitter bc he scored against hungary

reality:

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mother hen maguire celebrating with the chicks also, jack taught luke well on how to wear socks