#had a dream i was in a masonic temple

[dromaeotrash]

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[mountttmase]

Sweetheart

Note - so I wrote this in the way home from work after all the softness on the dash for masey 🥺 it’s super self indulgent and rushed and probably rubbish but I hope you guys like it 🩷

@yoursselo @tsimvkas @ithinkimokeei @saltyheartnightmare @harvestmount 🩷🩷🩷

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 1.2k

Warnings - fluff

Leaving the office late used to be a rare occurrence, now it was the norm.

With the days getting longer and lighter you didn’t mind so much but when it was raining like it was right now you knew the trains would be packed and you wouldn’t be there early enough to get a seat. The weather had fooled you that morning and you were dressed in your favourite blazer but it offered you little protection from the rain so you were forced to stand the whole way home, crushed against someone else with your head under their arm while you dripped all over the floor

You made it home in one piece though. Letting yourself in and shunning yourself of your soggy clothes by the door as you didn’t want to walk through in the wet ones and luckily enough for you, Mason had thrown a hoodie of his over the bannister at the bottom of the stairs. His smell consuming you as you pulled it over your head to cover your body that was only clad in your underwear now and a sense of warmth hit you immediately.

You knew you wanted to see him right away, listening out for where he might be but the sound of the tv coming from the lounge made you head that way and your suspicions were confirmed when you found him sitting on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket watching tv.

You knew you were lucky to have Mason, he was more than you could ever dream of, but getting to watch him like this when he was unaware made your heart thump and you felt overwhelmed with how much love you had for him.

You’d mentioned a few weeks ago about how you loved the hair style he had a year ago and now it was cut into the same one. A fluffy brunette mess sitting on top of his head that was still unstyled from his shower at training and all you could think about was running your fingers through it.

You couldn’t help but find everything he did adorable, the way his big brown eyes followed what was happening on the screen, the way he bit his lips absentmindedly and scrunched his nose as he focused on what was going on and you could have stood there for the rest of the night and just watching him in the dim lamplight.

He caught onto you being there soon enough though, his eyes snapping over to where you were standing as you moved a little further into the room and the way you both laughed as he held his hand out for you made your heart leap.

‘Hey sweetheart, when did you get in?’

‘Just now’ you smiled. Getting a better view of him in his favourite comfy clothes under his blanket and the sight made you smile even wider.

‘Oh yeah? I do hope you didn’t go to work dressed like that’ he laughed as he helped you into his lap. Wrapping the blanket around the both of you so your naked legs that were across his thighs were covered and you chuckled at his childishness.

‘Don’t worry, gorgeous. These legs are for your eyes only’ you teased, shivering as he placed a sweet kiss to your temple.

‘Good’ he winked. Squeezing your thigh as you cuddled into each other and you felt yourself relax instantly. ‘How was your day, love?’

The pair of you sat chatting for a little while. Filling him in on the carnage that your least favourite coworker had thrust upon your team that day and in turn he told you all about training. Laughing as he told you stories of how the team were still banging on at him about his goal and the joy on his face was infectious.

You’d missed this. Missed him being on a high from having a good game and scoring an amazing goal. Missed his animated features and as the pair of you both finally had something to say to each other. Knowing that Mason loved contributing something positive about his day which he hadn’t been able to do so much lately and you hadn’t realised you were staring at him until he stopped talking halfway through a sentence.

‘Why are you looking at me like that?’

‘Because’ you smiled, your hands coming up to cup his jaw before you playfully pinched his cheeks. ‘You’re so adorable, Masey’

‘Stop it’ he giggled, trying to shake his head away from you so you couldn’t carry on but you weren’t done with him yet. Placing your hands gently on the side of his face so you could make him look at you and it’s like you were falling for him all over again.

He looked so happy. Big brown eyes that made you feel like sunshine, a soft smile on his pretty lips as he looked up at you adoringly but it was the adorable blush over his cheeks and bridge of his nose that made your heart skip a beat. No matter how much Mason told you he didn’t like you making a fuss of him in that way you knew he secretly loved it. He was the king of physical touch, but he also loved to hear how much you loved him and clearly the mix of both right now was too much for him.

‘What’s gotten into you tonight? You’ve gone all soft'

‘I just love you. And I love coming home to you’ you whispered. Your eyes flickering over his features and you melted at the way he rested his cheek into your palm. ‘Moments like this, it makes it all worth it, right?’

‘I love you too’ he whispered, shutting his eyes momentarily before he was looking back up at you. ‘You’re always worth it, my love’ and when his eyes dropped to your lips you knew what he wanted.

It was one of the softest kisses you’d ever shared. No intent of taking things any further, just content with wanting to show each other how much you loved the other as you loving brushed your lips against his and when you lightly scratched over his stubble he giggled adorably onto your lips. In turn tickling your naked waist under his hoodie until you squirmed in delight and your giggles mixed together.

‘Have you eaten, sweetheart? It's getting late and I don’t want you going to bed hungry’ he told you and you felt yourself melt again.

‘Will you make me your special pasta?’ You asked shyly, knowing how happy it made him whenever you asked and it was worth it for the bright smile that adorned his lips.

‘Till the day I die, I’ll always make you my special pasta’ he professed, the pair of you laughing as he scooped you up under your legs and carried you off into the kitchen.

[katelynnwrites]

Somewhere In The Haze (Got A Sense I’d Been Betrayed) | Ona Batlle

warnings: angst

word count: 2352

summary: your sweet dream with ona is over

chosen song: the great war by taylor swift

a/n: chapter 1/6 of you were bigger than the whole sky (you were more than just a short time)

It was the start of the end really, when you’d proposed to Ona only to have her turn you down and leave shortly after.

It had been a last ditch, desperate attempt to give the love of your life, someone you had once known like the words to a favourite song, the something she’d been searching for. Only it wasn’t what she was searching for and it brought about the loss of well, pretty much everything you had ever known.

Just like that the sweet dream (that you once thought would be your reality) was over.

******

You had just stepped into a cafe when your past makes the most heartstopping of moments, in the form of a rather clumsy woman who bumps into you.

It takes you less than a second to recognise her, all too familiar chocolate brown eyes meeting yours.

Ona was always a heartstopper for you but now when it was least likely that you would see her again? It nearly makes you fall over.

Luckily (or unluckily) for you, Ona is there to catch you.

‘You okay am-?’

It’s only because of your sheer embarrassment that your fellow Spaniard’s slip of tongue goes unnoticed.

‘Y-yeah I’m fine.’ You stammer, twisting out of her hold and stepping back rapidly.

Her hand on your back was bringing back too many memories so you cast a glance back at her and run.

******

Millie is the first person you call, shaky sobs punctuating your words as you tell her who you had run into.

The English woman comes over immediately, enveloping you in a tight hug and letting you cry.

She rocks you back and forth, murmuring soothing words until you exhaust yourself.

There’s no more tears from you, just a question that you voice fragilely, ‘Why is she back?’

******

That question is answered when you wake in the morning and find a text from the one person who used to be your everything (it hurt you endlessly that she still is despite all she had done).

(Ona) 08:17

‘Hola. Can we talk please?’

Sighing, you rub your temple before typing out an answer. This was going to backfire, you just knew it.

(You) 09:23

‘Ok.’

Ellipses appear immediately and you frown, wondering if she had been glued to her phone and waiting for your answer.

(Ona) 09.23

‘Gracias. Will that cafe at 11am today be alright?’

(You) 09.24

‘Sí.’

Once upon a time, you would have replied to her texts with a lot more words and a lot more enthusiasm.

******

It’s in the middle of summer that your fourteen year old self checks your phone to see a message from your girlfriend.

(Ona) 15.07

‘Mi vida do you want to come over? I miss you.’

(You) 15.08

‘Oni we just saw each other this morning.’

‘But yes I miss you too.’

(Ona) 15.08

‘Yes!’

‘Does this mean you’re coming over now?’

(You) 15.09

‘Sí.’

‘Is the other reason you’re so excited for me to go over because you need help with your homework?’

(Ona) 15.09

‘No…’

(You) 15.09

‘You sure?’

(Ona) 15.10

‘Okay yes but it’s science and you know how much I don’t like it.’

‘I’ll bribe you with kisses?’

‘Please mi amor?’

(You) 15.11

‘I knew it. I’m already on my way :)’

(Ona) 15.11

‘Muchas gracias.’

******

Now thirteen years later, you don’t text Ona to let her know you’re on your way.

You simply show up at the Barcelona player’s requested timing and settle yourself at a small table in the corner. It would be a big lie on your part, if you were to say you weren’t nervous.

This cafe is around the corner from your place (the place that you and Ona used to share) and you have been a regular here for years.

It was purely an accident that you’d discovered the little cafe but the unassuming neutral decor, book shelves and square tables set with mismatched mason jars holding two or three wildflowers was an environment that you had felt at ease in immediately.

This was the place you and Ona used to eat brunch at, when you had the rare day off.

It pulls you out of your head, when you see her standing in front of you, an anxious smile on her face as she softly asks, ‘Is this seat taken?’

Ona’s face was once as familiar to you as your own. You had known every freckle, every dimple (had even pressed your lips onto each one of them, once upon a time) that she had called hers.

Now, you didn’t. You haven’t even properly seen her face in almost three years. It was part of your ‘No Ona’ rule.

The ‘No Ona’ rule had been brought into existence one night after you had broken down sobbing when an Instagram post featuring Ona from Barcelona had shown up on your feed.

In summary, the ‘No Ona’ rule meant that you unfollowed her, the Spanish national team and Barcelona on all your social medias to prevent more breakdowns on your part.

It included your teammates not mentioning Ona as long as you were within earshot. It had also resulted in you taking down every post that showed Ona from your social medias (there were a lot. and they now resided in your archive because deleting them was an unbearable idea).

This removal of photos was reflected in your apartment too (those photos were in a box hidden deep in your closet because like the digital photos, you could not bear to get rid of them permanently).

So having not seen Ona properly in years, it’s predictable that you stare speechless at her for a moment, a moment long enough that Ona begins to look unsure of herself.

Shaking your head quickly, you gesture for the fullback to take a seat, still not trusting yourself to form coherent sentences.

‘Thanks.’ Ona says.

It seems that Ona too, can’t look away, her brown eyes fixed on yours as she sits.

She fiddles with the strings of her cream hoodie until she awkwardly breaks the silence with a tiny, ‘Hi.’

If it were in the circumstances of before (there would only ever be one before for you), you would have laughed at her cuteness.

In the after, you respond in like, giving her a quiet, ‘Hola.’

The painful silence resumes and you silently thank the waiter that interrupts to take your coffee orders.

‘I’ll just take a hot chocolate please.’

Ona’s lips quirk up into a smile once the waiter leaves, ‘You still don’t drink coffee.’

You take her cue, smiling slightly as you answer, ‘I don’t.’

‘How are you?’

‘I’m good.’

‘How have you been?’

‘I’m good too.’

Ona’s smile falters and you know exactly what she’s thinking because you’re thinking it too.

Fuck this is painful.

******

Conversations with Ona are your favourite thing.

Sharing kisses with her is a close second and laying with your head in her lap as she plays with your hair is third.

At sixteen and having all three with her in this moment, you think you might just be about to float with happiness.

‘Mi amor did you know that raccoons have feet that can rotate 180°?’

‘No I didn’t, thank you for sharing that with me baby.’

Ona plants a little kiss on your lips and you grin.

No matter what either of you said, it was never awkward between both of you.

******

The former Manchester United player swallows hard. She reaches her hand across the table before remembering and stopping herself.

‘I’m sorry for bumping into you yesterday.’ She tries.

‘It’s fine.’ You answer but an emotion you can’t quite describe flashes across Ona’s face.

‘No. No it’s not.’

‘No?’

Ona shakes her head.

‘I’m sorry. I had this all rehearsed but it’s coming out all wrong.’

She looks close to tears and you reach out to grab her hand.

‘Take your time.’

The Spaniard flinches but quickly recovers, bringing her free hand up to cover yours.

‘Gracias.’ She whispers.

Withdrawing your hand, you wait patiently for her to compose herself.

‘It’s been a while.’ Ona starts.

You hum in acknowledgement. (a while was a gross understatement, it had been forever)

******

Being separated from Ona was something you hated.

From the moment you met, you had never once been separated for more than a day. Except for the time you went on a family holiday to Italy and after Ona suffered her ankle injury in the U20 World Cup.

For the first, you had called whenever you could and texted pretty much constantly, to the point where your parents had joked that they should have simply invited her along.

For the second, being separated from Ona for three weeks was agony. You missed her so badly that if it wasn’t for your dedication to your teammates and your determination to win it for your injured girlfriend, you would have gone home to her.

Those three weeks without her had been forever then.

If you’d told your nineteen year old self that you would have spent the last three years apart from Ona, she would have been absolutely sure you were crazy.

******

It’s your turn to almost cry, blinking at the table in an attempt to keep the tears at bay.

‘It’s been a while and I-I’ll be in England for a bit. More specifically, I’ll be in Manchester for a bit.’

‘Oh.’ You stare blankly at her, wondering what possible reason she could have to return. It certainly wasn’t for you because you weren’t enough for her all those years ago, so why would you be now?

‘Escúchame please. I won’t be in your way, I’ll make sure our paths never cross if you want so. If I meet up with your current teammates, my old United teammates, I’ll make sure it won’t concern you.’ Ona rushes out.

‘Ona-’

‘I promise.’ She swears, without waiting for you to finish.

‘Ona you don’t have to do that.’

‘My friends, they’re your friends too and it would be unfair of me to keep you from seeing them just because we broke up. I don’t want us to have to be the kind of exes that have to geographically divide the city.’

The woman sitting across from you stares in shock. She hadn’t expected you to be so nice to her. Then again Ona should never have doubted you, your kindness knew no limits, even when she knew she didn’t deserve it.

******

‘Want to share my granola bar? We can split it in half if you’re hungry?’

The offer startles the smaller girl sitting beside you (in the years to come, Ona shoots up to become taller than you).

She looks up, brown eyes wide as she questions, ‘Are you sure? I don’t want you to be hungry too.’

‘I’m sure. I won’t be, I promise.’ You nod at her rapidly, willing her to accept the snack. All your other new teammates were eating too and you didn’t want the pretty girl with freckles to feel left out (you might have been only twelve but she’s the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen).

‘Okay.’ She shyly agrees and you smile, breaking the granola bar in two so that she can have half.

‘Gracias.’ She smiles, gently taking it from you.

In between nibbles of the small snack, you get her to open up and learn that her name is Ona and that she loves cheetahs.

******

It’s that memory that has you shocking Ona further.

‘Can we go on a date?’

Your ex nearly spits out her mouthful of coffee.

‘W-What?’ She chokes out.

‘Friend dates Ona. You were my best friend before you were my girlfriend. I’ve missed that. I miss you and if you are going to be in Manchester…I’d like to get to know you again.’ You clarify.

This was definitely silly, reckless (and possibly astronomically stupid) of you but you needed to try. You needed to understand why she left you like she did.

Your heart rate increases as you wait for her to respond. Here you were, putting yourself out again, risking your already broken heart.

******

‘Ona? Please just come to bed.’ You beg.

Your twenty four year old girlfriend was curled on the couch, staring unblinkingly at the wall opposite.

It had been like this for weeks now. Ona had pulled away and stopped touching you. She stopped kissing you, stopped talking to you and now, wouldn’t share the same bed as you (in the days to come, she stops looking at you).

You couldn’t sleep without her but like with each previous development, you respected her space.

Despite how much pain you were in, you gave her what she wanted.

There was no warning, no indication that she would start pulling away. It was just one less thing every day. (until eventually there was nothing)

‘Mi amor please. Please.’

Your voice cracks on the last word. There are tears falling down your cheeks now but your girlfriend doesn’t respond. She doesn’t even look up.

As you let out a sob and walk back to your bedroom, you come to the heartbreaking realisation that you’d lost her.

That was the night you really knew you had lost her.

******

Ona scans your face, looking for any sign of the anger and resentment that should be there.

Instead, all she finds is resignation, sorrow and hurt, under the anxiety that you show as you wait for her answer.

Above all that though, she can see hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe you could get to know each other again.

In an instant, Ona’s mind is made up. She can’t find it in herself to inflict any more suffering on you and this olive branch that you were extending, it gave her the chance to attempt to make things up to you (she was determined to do everything she possibly could to try).

‘I’d like that.’

The soft words and the matching soft smile on her face makes that little glimmer of hope that you have, glow.

Spanish Translations:

amor - love

hola - hi/hello

gracias - thank you

sí - yes

mi vida - my life

muchas gracias - thank you so much

escúchame - listen to me

[ladymarycrawley]

Always by your side - Trent Alexander-Arnold

Request: Either for mason or Trent but then getting upset over their recent form and comments online and the reader comforting them

Warning: none, just some good fluff to cheer this little puppy up

Tag list: @masonxomount @chelsealover

That match seemed to have started in the best of ways with Liverpool leading with two goals scored in the first fifteen minutes of the first half but Real Madrid was able to flip the whole game to their advantage so that they would have the upper hand and beat the home team 5-2. 

Needless to say Trent was absolutely devastated by the defeat, as it made it particularly hard to make it onto the next round. He has been going through a lot lately, career-wise, and this was just another thing adding to those that have been happening till that moment.

You knew comforting him would have been really hard but leaving him on his own, replaying in his head all the things he could've done right and dwelling on them, wasn't definitely an option.

You dreaded the moment he would cross the threshold of your house and you found yourself gulping out loud when your eyes caught sight of his figure doing so. His stare was fixed on the ground, holding a grudge that was pretty self explanatory. 

"Hey"

He raised his stare only when the loud thud of your front door slamming shut and met your eyes, a veil of sadness covering them.

"Hey"

Trent almost threw his backpack on the wooden floor and lazily dragged his weary body towards you, to get that much needed hug from his favourite person that he knew would have been there waiting for him no matter what.

"Come here" You muttered against his temple, before pressing a kiss there.

The only things that could have made him feel better were, apart from a good cuddling session, some junk food paired with one of his comfort films he would have watched over and over again.

“We can-”

“I just need some alone time”

Well, you thought he would have loved to spend some time with you but you weren’t that  sure after that brutal answer that resonated in the living room.

His answer instilled in you a sense of disbelief, as the option of him wanting and needing to have some time just for himself, to analyze the great loss his team just suffered, wasn’t acceptable. But you knew a core concept to every human relationship is respect so the only thing you could really do was accept his will and step aside.

“Uhm yeah, okay. I see” You stepped back from his body, as he already moved his arms away from your body, to leave him the space he needed.

He thanked you silently, with a half smile gracing his plumpy lips and walked the stairs that would lead him to your shared bedroom lazily.

You let out a nervous sigh as the sound of your bedroom door closing hit your ears, giving your brain the signal to start thinking about something that could have made your boyfriend happy for real.

A couple of hours passed since he went upstairs as it got really late and your eyes were getting heavy with sleep. The last thing you wanted was disturbing him but your body was really asking for some rest and you needed your soft bed to lie on.

The image of him dozing off, his quiet snores filling the room made you smile, sincerely happy to see him in a more serene state than the one he arrived home in.

You crawled on your side of the bed, wrapping your arms around his waist and hid your face in the crook of his neck, fully ready to close your eyes too now.

The one of you to usually play the big spoon would be Trent but that night you had to change your roles as he was really in need to be cuddled so you had to hand him over the little spoon title, for that night at least.

You soon joined him in the world of dreams, hoping he could have found some solace there.

When you opened your eyes in the middle of the night because your arms were starting to ache due to your position, you saw you weren’t the only one awake. The sight of him staring at the ceiling caught you and you didn’t know how to react: was it something you should have gotten worried about? Better to ignore it? Or run to him and tell him you would have gone on loving him no matter what?

“They hate me”

Well, the fact he spoke first made the start of your interaction easier.

“What?” You sat up as sleep was still deep in your body and and your mind, not fully realising what your boyfriend was saying.

“Fans, people that should be cheering on us when we’re playing”

Another sigh left your lips.

“Trent I-”

“I’m not at the height of the team I’m playing in”

You tried to suppress a yawn while trying to brush some sleep off your eyes to try to focus on what he was saying.

“Don’t be ridiculous”

“I’m serious, they keep criticising me every damn week and I’ve had enough. Do you read what they write about me?” He got seated too, as he did every time he got worked up over something.

“You shouldn’t read those comments, Trent”

“Yeah but when nearly everyone says something bad about you you start questioning yourself, I suppose”

“You really care that much about what a couple of frustrated supporters have to say about you? You’re better than that”

“I don’t know at this point”

You couldn’t accept seeing him in that state, it really broke your heart and if that would have made him feel better you would have gone and fought every single dickhead talking shit about him.

You took his face in your hands to look right into his beautiful, big brown chocolate eyes and lean your forehead against his, sighing.

“Don’t let those people make you doubt yourself, you’re capable of everything and I have faith in you”

Trent sweetly clenched his fingers around your wrist to take your palm away from his face to place a kiss on the back of it.

“I love you”

“I love you more. It breaks my heart seeing you like this. I know it’s been a hard loss but a bad game doesn’t mean a bad career”

“Yeah…”

“Give me one of those smiles I love”

Even if the room was dimly lit just by the bedside lamp on his side of the bed, you could clearly see the bright pink shade his cheeks took.

“I won’t go to sleep without a smile from you, I’m telling you”

A shy smile appeared on his lips as you giggled and brought your hand to the back of his neck to scratch it.

“Now we can go back to sleep”

“Can I be the little spoon?”

“Of course you can…but only for tonight!” You jokingly warned him as you laid back on your mattress as he scoffed, playfully tickling your sides.

After a moment of great sadness and despair it usually comes one filled with as much happiness as the suffering experienced before. The exact moment when it happened was the day Liverpool played against Manchester United on a chilly Sunday afternoon: the scousers beat the devils 7-0 and needless to say Trent was beaming. He took you in his arms as soon as he saw you while making his way in the tunnel. 

“See? What did I tell you?” You contentedly said in his ear.

“Thanks” He smiled, a heartfelt one this time, one that could have lit up the whole Anfield in case of a power outage.

“You don’t have to thank me. I’ll always be here for you because I love you”

It was a vow, to take care of him and make him live the best life possible. A vow for life.

[lover-222]

The Way I Loved You (C.P Version)

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He is sensible and so incredible And all my single friends are jealous He says everything I need to hear, and it's like I couldn't ask for anything better He opens up my door and I get into his car And he says, "You look beautiful tonight" And I feel perfectly fine

mason was perfect, he was what y/n needed after christian. he was always attentive with her and would bring her flowers, he praised her. mason treated her like a goddess, he would open the door for her every single time.

even when she would open the door by herself, he'd run to her and make her get back in the car and open it for her. his gestures towards her made her heart flutter and she finally felt a different kind of love.

"you guys he's just so amazing, he might be the one" y/n smiled as she talked with her bestfriends.

"you look different y/n you're glowing you look so much more at ease with mason" lilah says then takes a bite out of her pizza.

"she's right!! i'm so jealous y/n, you guys are meant to be he looks at you like he would marry you on the spot" karla said.

y/n thought about mason late at night, he was different. mason was much different than christian. mason was attentive, compliant, and only had eyes for y/n. although he was a rising athlete, he made sure to spend time with her no matter what.

But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain And it's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name So in love that you act insane And that's the way I loved you

as much as she loved mason, there was a small place in her heart for christian. they were in a 2 year relationship, it was a rocky relationship but they loved each other. both of them had their flaws which ended up with them breaking up. she would even have dreams of him and her going on dates and other domestic actions. she laid on her bed, staring at the ceiling while a tear streamed down her face.

"fuck why can't i forget about you" she silently said while rubbing her temple.

she remembered all the fights they had in the span of their 2 year relationship. the fights were on and off.

"are you kidding me christian? do you think i'm dumb? i saw you with her at the club!!" y/n screamed at him.

"baby i swear, she came on to me i told her i had a girlfriend" he told her as he held her hand.

"stop don't baby me christian, you literally kissed her back" y/n's tears were visible.

another fight they had was due to christian not giving her enough attention. christian and y/n had moved to germany since he was going to play for dortmund. time flew by and he was getting better and better at bvb.

this soon became a problem when he dedicated more of his time on football and the football club. christian had a late night session with the boys. he came back to their apartment at around 10pm, he showered, ate dinner and went to bed. in the span of all that he didn't direct any words to y/n.

she was so fed up with him. they never went on dates anymore or had dinner together. so instead y/n got all ready and headed to the club. she had gone with some of the dortmund girlfriends, she drank and ended up having an amazing time.

she felt so distressed and felt how the alcohol took away her relationship problems. she got home at 2am, and what she didn't know was that christian was already home and in their bedroom.

"where were you?!! you didn't respond to any of my texts or calls!" he said as he looked at her.

"well that's exactly how i feel when you're gone, feels like shit right? besides you're never here anyways christian" she sternly said.

"something could've happened to you are you dumb?" he told her.

"fuck you christian, i'm so fed up with you right now" she said drunkly then proceeded to take of her black heels.

after every fight they managed to not talk to each other, although both of them did not last long. they needed each other, christian needed her in the way that she still managed to support him in this career.

while she needed him in the way of how affectionate he was with her and how he knew her. he knew her well, christian knew her body and most importantly her feelings, heart, and mind.

Breaking down and coming undoneIt's a roller coaster kind of rushAnd I never knew I could feel that muchAnd that's the way I loved you

christian and y/n had their own flaws, but the climax of their fights would end up with affectionate hugs and consensual make up sex.

"i fucking hate you sometimes pulisic" she rolled her eyes.

"but you love me, and i'm sorry i really am" he said as he gave her puppy dog eyes which she loved and always melted for.

"i'm sorry too" she told him as she hugged him tighter.

He respects my spaceAnd never makes me waitAnd he calls exactly when he says he willHe's close to my motherTalks business with my fatherHe's charming and endearing

"look mason i need time okay, i'm sorry" y/n said, she wasn't over christian and couldn't play mason since she knew his feeling were real; he gave her the space she needed.

mason was incredibly charismatic and could pick up a conversation with anybody. this worked out when he would come over to y/n's house. he would even bring flowers to her mom and talk to her dad. y/n's parents loved him, they thought he was a gentleman and clearly showed his love towards her.

he was so loved by her parents that they would ask y/n, is mason coming over? you should invite mason!, how is mason doing? which y/n thought it was silly how much they loved him. they liked christian as well but not as much as they loved mason.

although perhaps that was due to their fights or that one time the couple stayed in y/n's old room and were trying to not make any noise while having sex; although they completely failed at it; and by they it was totally y/n.

He can't see the smile I'm fakingAnd my heart's not breaking'Cause I'm not feeling anything at allAnd you were wild and crazyJust so frustrating, intoxicating, complicatedGot away by some mistake and now

mason was perfect, too perfect to be true. y/n would glance at him when he wasn't looking, he was too good for her.

"i love you y/n" he said as he smiled at her

"me too" she smiled back, she knew it; it's not real.

yes it was a different kind of love and much deserved but she just couldn't stop thinking about christian and his dumb smile. she missed the good times she had with him, back when they wouldn't fight all the time.

she missed his tattooed arms around her and how he would play with her hair as they would be cuddling. she knew she had to tell mason and had to stop leading him on. she thought she would start to love him once they got further into their relationship but it never happened.

"look mason, you're an amazing guy who deserves much more and i'm sorry i just can't give you my love if it's not there; you are truly wonderful and deserve someone who can love you back" y/n told him

"it's ok y/n but are you seriously going to go back to him? he doesn't love you like i do; he'll just hurt you again just like he did before" mason said.

maybe he was right but y/n would have to find that out on her own. she went back to germany to find him. she had too, the urge to find him was too much. she ended up going to dortmund and parked at the club's parking, she waited for him to come out.

after she waited for about 30 minutes, she saw him. there he was, it was that damn smile and his stupid laugh that could be heard. he was laughing at something sancho said, that was until he saw her. she got out of the car and weakly smiled at him, which then made him say bye to his teammates.

"what are you doing here??" christian said softly, he was infatuated by her after the breakup they stopped following each other on everything and kept their distance; although that didn't mean that he stopped looking at their pictures on his phone; he never deleted their pictures together.

"i needed to see you christian, i've missed you" she said as she looked up at him.

"no y/n i'm sorry, i'm so fucking sorry you deserved way better; i was young and two years might not seem as much but i've changed, i wanted to go see you but i was afraid you would reject me; i've missed you much more. if you're willing to give me another chance i promise i'll treat you better" he caressed her cheek while looking at her beautiful eyes; she nodded.

"i missed you pulisic" she said as she pulled him in to a needy kiss.

"i missed you more y/last name" he replied and hugged her tight.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── a/n:

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[fandomnsfw]

Pain Makes You Human - Peter Hale x Reader

Pairing: Peter x Reader

Prompt: Requested by ANON

Warning: mentions of self harm, a bit of angst and self loathing ALSO SMUT because you guys wants me to take cold showers everyday...even in winter 😂

Thank you to my lovely Beta as always! @lets-imagine-fanfics

ENJOY!!!

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Being a teacher is the only thing you ever wanted to do. Even when you had a rough patch in your teens and ended up homeless, it was still your dream. So when you came to Beacon Hills, after finally getting your teaching degree, you couldn’t have been more ecstatic... Except you soon found out why there were so many openings to jobs in this town.     

Being startled by a giant beast that oozes black smoke can seriously make a person question their life choices. According to a few rumours, this wasn’t the first strange thing that had happened. However, as a teacher for some reason, your only concern was that a bunch of kids seemed to be at the centre of all of it.    

Soon enough you’d manage to find yourself in the pack, as their favourite go-to teacher when they need to leave for a supernatural crisis. You soon became quite close to everyone, even Stiles. Who quite naturally didn’t trust you at all when you came to town.    

However, after La Bête you and he were quite close. A lot like a brother and sister but that didn’t stop the boy sending you flirty comments as a joke.     

“Come on, Y/N, you know you love me!” Stiles whined as he wrapped his arms around your waist and started to sway you back and forth.     

“Mieczyslaw Stilinski, I suggest you get your hands off Y/N before I shoved this spatula up your god damn ass.” Derek snapped as he pointed the spatula directly at Stiles.     

“Aww, don’t be jealous, Der Bear! I love you more!” Stiles chuckled sarcastically as he pranced over to Derek. You let out a snort before continuing to get out a bowl for your cereal.     

It was pack night the previous night so you were all cramped in Derek’s loft, that didn’t seem to bother anyone. It was now Monday and everyone was rushing to get ready. You usually drove Scott or Stiles to school depending on if Stiles bring his jeep.     

“Oh, have you two finally got your act together?” Peter chuckled as he strolled into the kitchen with a smirk.    

You let out a sigh before shaking your head at him letting him know the two were just flirting and nothing more. He rolled his eyes before pressing a kiss to your temple which caused you to smile down at your cereal.     

“Dad, can you please not kiss in front of me. It’s gross.” Malia groaned as she walked into the room with a disgusted face.     

“Malia, it was hardly explicit. I kissed my lover on the head it’s hardly anything to cringe about.” Peter sighed his fatherly tone shining through.     

“Ew. Don’t say the word 'lover' either. What century do you live in?” Malia gagged as Stiles laughed into Derek back.     

“I quite like the fact your father calls me lover. It feels more mature and intimate.” You snorted playfully earning a chuckle from Scott who was dragging a very sleepy Liam and Mason behind him.     

“Lover is a term a lot of older wolfs use.” Derek laughed as Stiles pulled away to look at him with wide eyes. Suddenly every wolf in the room sniffed the room and started groaning minus Peter who looked a little smug whereas Derek just looked shocked.     

“Oh, come on, can we at least try and pretend we didn’t just smell that!” Stiles huffed his cheeks flushing softly.     

“Did you just pop a boner from Derek saying the word lover?” You laughed as you placed your now empty bowl in the sink.     

“Oh, come on! Am I that obvious!?” Stiles huffed before pouring some coffee into a flask and storming out of the loft with a pout.     

*****    

You watched as the seniors poured into your class. Scott, Stiles, Lydia and Malia were already sat down which made you laugh because every teacher in the school never understood why they came early to your class, that is +until you carefully explained that you were close to the Sheriff and were also dating the uncle of Stiles’ boyfriend. Though Stiles didn’t know that you’d told the teachers that.     

You slipped your cardigan off before making your way to your desk. Before you could open your mouth a student spoke up causing you to groan.     

“Yes, Luke?” You huffed, your hands coming to rest on your hips as you impatiently waited for his question.     

“Teach, either your seriously one kinky bitch or you need to join the emo clique because those are beyond gross.” He snorted as he stared at your arms.     

Before you could retaliate or even think about his words, Stiles was out his seat and throwing Luke against a wall, holding him there by his throat. You ran over to the pair careful not to trip over in your heels before hitting Stiles’ back. Scott was out his seat and holding you back in seconds.     

“Stiles, let him go!” You snapped as you tried to struggle against Scott’s grip.     

“If you EVER talk to her like that again I will find you and I will beat you so bad you’ll be begging for death! Do you understand!?” Stiles screamed, the deepness of his voice shocking a few of the other classmates.     

“Why, did I upset your little girlfriend?” Stiles laughed at the boy’s response before looking into the boy's eyes, so coldly it sent visible shivers down his spine.     

“I SAID! Do. YOU. Understand?” Stiles growled causing the boy's eyes to widen.     

“Y-Yes!” Luke stuttered softly before Stiles finally let him go. You looked at Stiles as he turned around ignoring the boy who was now sitting on the floor catching his breath.     

“If a little brother can’t protect his sister what kind of man would I be?” Stiles laughed before ruffling your hair gently.     

“I-Idiot. I’m gonna have to give you detention now…” You sniffled as you wiped away the tears that had fallen.     

****    

You sat in your car outside of your apartment, staring down at the scars with hatred. You wished they were gone. You hated that you always had to hide your arms like some sort of innocent girl who goes to an all-girls Catholic school.     

Luke’s words kept running through your head. Despite the fact that his words were childish, they still hit a nerve within you. Peter knew and had seen your scars but he had always told you to never cover them because it was a reminder that I was stronger than some. That I had gotten through something most people couldn’t even dream of. However, that didn’t stop your tears that began falling down your face.     

You weren’t sure how long you sat there crying but when someone opened the door and you got hit with the scent of Peter’s favourite cologne. You knew you had to of been sat there for at least an hour.     

“Woah, baby, what’s the matter?” Peter asked softly as he picked you up and locked your car.     

“N-Nothing.” You sobbed as you clung to him tightly.     

“Sweetheart, you finished school over an hour ago and you look like you haven’t moved in at least that long. Your make up is all over your face and most of all you’re crying.” Peter sighed sadly as he carried you into your apartment with ease.     

“Oh, j-just another thing that makes me l-look gross.” You cried out as you wiped at your face furiously.     

“Who the hell said you were gross!?” Peter asked angrily, his eyes flashing blue as he stared down at you.     

“N-No one.” You knew even if he wasn’t supernatural he’d know that was a lie but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.     

“I’m calling Stiles.” Peter huffed angrily.     

You shot out your seat and tried to grab his phone but he held you back as gently as he could. The phone rang twice before Stiles picked up, his voice calm as if he knew why Peter was calling. Peter glanced at you as he asked what happened today.     

‘A student said something about her scars.’ Stiles answered sadly.    

“What did they say?!” Peter growled viciously.     

‘That she must either be a kinky bitch or belonged in the emo clique because her scars were gross.’ Stile huffed his anger matching Peter’s     

“What’s his name?” Peter snarled    

‘I handled it, don’t worry.’ Stiles replied calmly.     

“Thank you, Stiles.” Peter muttered in a soft tone that he only ever reserved for you before hanging up.     

He turned to you with a frown before picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom. His body was warm and inviting as usual, but for some reason, you couldn't bring yourself to relax into it. You felt like you didn't deserve it.    

He placed you on the counter next to the sink before walking to the bathtub and turning the taps on. He was quiet which wasn't alarming because as much as Peter was sarcastic he enjoyed the quiet.    

He put one of the many lush bath bombs he’d bought you into the water before turning to the small makeup area you had on the opposite side of the sink.    

He picked up the packet of makeup removal wipes and moved back towards you, whilst taking one out. He reached towards your makeup smeared face and began wiping away the evidence of your minor break down.    

After another wipe was used your face was clear if makeup and the bath was done running. He stripped off the rest of your clothes along with his before picking you up and placing you in the bath.    

You moved forward silently so he could get in behind you. Once he was sat down he gathered up your hair and tied it into a messy bun so it wouldn’t get wet. It was amazing how he knew your daily routine. How he knew you didn’t wash your hair every day or how you used makeup removal wipes to remove your makeup but you still washed your face.    

He was beyond the perfect partner which is why you knew now that you were settled into the bath a conversation was about to happen. Whether you liked it or not.   

“You know your scars are not ‘gross’ right?” Peter muttered against your shoulder before pressing a soft kiss against your skin.    

‘No, I don’t know that.’ You thought bitterly.   

“Y-Yeah.” You lied despite knowing lying to a werewolf was useless.    

“Why don’t we try that again?” Peter sighed sadly as he picked up your exfoliating gloves. Usually, you would’ve laughed at the sight of the great Peter Hale wearing baby pink exfoliating gloves but right now you couldn’t bring yourself to laugh.   

“You are not gross. Your scars are not gross. Nothing about you is gross.” Peter muttered as he rubbed your usual body wash into the gloves.    

He began rubbing the gloves over your body with just the right amount of pressure so it didn’t hurt, yet still left a slight tingling feeling on your skin. After finishing your arms he moved onto your back when finally he spoke up again.    

“I will tell you again. Your scars are proof  that you are a survivor.” He muttered as he continued scrubbing your back.    

“They’re self-inflicted.” You hissed bitterly causing him to stop all movements.    

“That means nothing to me.” He scolded before continuing his circular motions.    

“What do werewolves do to regain control if they can’t anchor it?” Peter asked gently.    

“T-That depends o-”   

“What do they do, Y/N?” Peter interrupted his tone leaving no room for avoidance.    

“T-They hurt themselves…” You muttered quietly.    

“Pain makes you human. Self-harm is different for everyone. Some do it for release, others for it to ground them. But…” Peter muttered as he began scrubbing your chest with slightly lighter circles this time.    

“…Everyone deals with things differently self-harm involved or not.” He sighed quietly as he started on your legs.   

“Some go insane and kill their niece to enact vengeance.” Peter.   

“Some bury it until they become sour and hateful towards everyone.” Derek.   

“And others lean on friends and move on in a healthy way.” Scott.   

By the time he’d made his point your whole body had been washed leaving you clean and feeling slightly better about the day’s events. You knew this conversation wasn’t over by a long shot but at least now you felt willing to listen.   

After Peter washed himself with his own sponge he rinsed you both off and picked you up to help you out the bath. Once he set you on your feet you wobbled a little before righting yourself. He walked towards your makeup area and picked up your toner and moisturizer before moving back to you once again.    

He used a cotton pad to apply the toner gently all over your face. You almost laughed at how sweetly domestic the scene was but you couldn’t quite bring yourself to just yet, instead you settled for a sad smile as he waited for the toner to dry.    

Once he finished putting your moisturizer on, he dried you off then wrapped the towel around you. You followed him to the bedroom silently waiting for his next words but as you came to a stop in front of him, words were clearly not how he was going to proceed.    

You let you towel fall as he picked you up and placed you on the end of the bed carefully, before kneeling down in front of you and proceeding to kiss up your smooth legs.    

His movements were slow and loving causing your breath to stutter. Your eyes never left his, until he finally reached the scars on your thighs which evidently made you avert your eyes.   

Most people didn't know about the scars on your thighs. Mostly because after a 'conversation' with your parents about how they'd force you to get help if they saw anymore, you'd decided to switch to a less noticeable place.   

When his lips finally pressed against your scars your breathing stop for a second before you finally forced yourself to look. When your eyes looked down Peter's were staring straight back at you with so much love and affection it almost made you whimper.   

As he continued kissing up your body you let out a soft moan. He skipped past your core which usually would be a form of playful torment. However, right now, you knew this wasn't about pleasure. It was about reassurance that no matter what, this man would love you.   

As he moved to your arms his eyes flicked back to yours making sure your eyes had not once again averted. When he was happy they hadn't he continued placing soft wet kisses against the scars.   

You finally released the breathless whimper you'd been holding back causing Peter’s eyes to search your face for any signs of sadness. You knew he could use his wolf senses to tell how you were feeling but he didn't like intruding on your personal emotions.    

As he kissed you shoulder you finally gave in and cupped his face gently before pressing a soft chaste kiss on his lips. His lips were soft yet slightly swollen from all the kisses but you didn't care.   

When you pulled away your eyes searched his to see if any pity was reflected but all you saw was determination, love and the slightest bit of lust.    

“You are beautiful inside and out. And I would not change one thing about you.” He whispered against your lips.   

Your E/C eyes teared up as they stared into the ocean blue ones that were your lover’s. This was the man who had his entire family ripped away from him. The man that went insane and came back from the dead.   

But most of all...   

This was the man you loved.   

“Make love to me.” You whispered brokenly. He gave you a small nod before standing up and moving you further onto the bed. You laid down opening your arms and separating your legs so he could situate between them.   

Once he was within reach you wrapped your arms around him tightly. He leant down at the same time pressing his lips to yours in a slow yet passionate kiss.    

He licked along your bottom lip before pushing his tongue past your lips and twisting it with yours. Unlike most of your kisses this one wasn’t a fight for dominance it was a fight for understanding. His hands caressed your body so desperately yet tenderly it was like it was the last thing he'd ever do. You were panting against his lips as he pulled away slightly, his eyes boring into yours.    

His hand made it to your sex which you knew despite the lack of your usual heavy foreplay was dripping wet. He brushed his middle finger down the centre of it causing you to gasp and him to groan in satisfaction at the wetness he felt.   

When he pushed two fingers into you, you couldn't help the filthy moan that escaped your lips. As his finger began thrusting in and out of your heat.    

The steady string of moans leaving your mouth was causing Peter’s breathing to deepen as he kept his steady pace. He scissored his fingers inside of you gently stretching you out.    

After a few minutes, he pulled out his fingers and slid three in this time. You clung to his shoulders your light pink nails digging into his back as you attempted to ground yourself. When you couldn't take it anymore you clenched around him letting him know you were close. He pulled his fingers out earning himself a whimper from you.   

“Please, Peter...I-I need you inside me.” You pleaded desperately as he let you catch your breath.    

“Okay, my love.” He replied, his voice tender as he caressed your cheek with his other hand.   

He lined himself up with your entrance before giving you a careful look. His eyes stared into your as he pushed inside of you slowly.   

In your younger years before you met Peter, you always found staring into your partner's eyes awkward and uncomfortable but after you fell in love with Peter that changed. Yet suddenly it was no longer awkward but a way to convey your love for the other person. It made you feel closer to Peter than you had anyone in your entire life. And to you that meant something.    

“Peter..” You moaned as your back arched causing your breasts to push against his chest.   

“I've got you, baby.” He whispered as he started moving in and out of your tight heat. His thrusts calculated and slow as his forearm supported his weight next to the right side of your head, his hand entangled in your hair as the other cupped your face gently.   

Every thrust he made had you panting a moaning against his lips. His hot breathe mingling with yours as he finally started letting out husky groans of pleasure.    

Every sound of ecstasy he made only served to push you closer to the edge. Your body pressed so close to his as you cling to him for dear life.   

“P-Peter... ‘M close.” You stuttered against his lips.   

“Me t-too, my love.” He groaned as his eyes flashed blue and his thrust became uncalculated.    

He moved the hand from your cheek between you and proceeded to press a finger to your clit. He barely circled the bundle of nerves twice before you were moaning out his name in release. He thrust a few more times as you clenched around him before he poured his seed inside you. Your name slipping past his lips as he came.   

After a minute he pulled out and moved to the bathroom. He came back with a washcloth and a hairbrush which caused you to chuckle softly, your voice still wrecked from all the moaning. He wiped you down before sitting you up and untying you hair. He brushed through the waves before sitting behind you and concentrating on braiding your hair so it would be wavy for tomorrow as well.   

Once he was done, he pulled you both under the covers able you lay on his chest.    

“I love you.” You mumbled against his right peck before pressing a soft kiss there.   

“I love you too, Y/N.”   

[hibiscussoupbowl]

Yk what ive already made all my statements abt the teen wolf movie on instagram but imma say it here

As much as i love and breath teen wolf, its not the perfect show which is fine bc recognizing that is what makes its good. The thing is the movie? Godawful. The one thing i can appreciate is that the movie had an opening and the graohic design was cool

My problems with it?

-the plotline being abt allison. I think alisson (is it allison or alisson?) Is a fine character especially in s3, however, you killed her off. That whole s3 ending was abt her dying and isaac leaves BECAUSE of allison dying. Now ur gonna reopen that plotline that was TIED OFF? Ur not even gonna get stiles or isaac back into play even tho theyre arguably the most important for that season. And ur not gonna tell us how s6 ended??? Even with a flashforward of 2 years??

-the fbombs. Im sorry, what? U make a show that doesnt use f bombs at all and u make it creepy and horror but when u make the movie thats r rated meaning u can go even harder... u use it on fbombs? Might i add in the worst way possible. "Darkness motherfucker" wow. It just sounds so cringey. Either use it once meaningfully or dont drop one at all. U managed to make s3 be creepy without it do it again

-why the absolute fuck was liam in japan. By the hour and a half mark that question wasnt explained and it never was. Him and this girl hikari (whos gr8 actually) are just in japan and i guess own a bar??? I dont even know what they are to eachother let alone how they ended up there. I only knew that they love eachother bc they say that in jpn but like still??? Is it a sibling ily or a were dating and ily?

-the actors. Im sorry but if ur gonna get all these actors like masons and parrish and malia and whoever but u give them like what one line? Mason had legit like 2 lines in that movie. And u dont even know how he beacme a police officer! He just is! And they dont even say anything abt corey??? U could easily get his actor i know he aint doin anything rn. Liam and hikari? Also have like 3 lines in the movie

-personal thing lol but not everyone looks good with a beard and a shaved head

-lydia and stiles. Just bc u coudnt get dylan obrien cuz hes like the most succesful does NOT mean u just break up the couple that u built for six. seasons. You couldve said literally anything you couldve said stiles was dealing with some fbi shit or another supernatural disaster. Lydia having the dream? Tragic but stiles wouldnt have cared bc he loves her and wouldve just wanted to be with her forever.

-how can u not tell us who elis mother is. We ALLLL wanna know who derek banged im sorry but he slept with the enemy like three times and with his history and family history everyone just wants to know who it was.

-dereks death. WHAT THE FUCK this man survived a *pipe* going thru his back for like 10 minutes and survived, got brutally slashed and survived and ur telling me he died by magical fire. Sure teen wolf sure.

-if ur gonna introduce a character like alec in the season finale, bring him into play somehow recast him idc but do smt. Even nolan! Someone !

-what was with the whole nogitsune temple thing?? It was so... not scary at all and it looked bad. Like idk it was just so kiddy. Like oh noooo we re trapped bc we re tied to a pole with rope -_-

-sorry but again why continue a plotline that has been tied off? And not continue with the one that was open ended when u cant even get the significant actors for the s3 plotline? Bring daniel sharman into play, medicis over he has the freetime.

-malia and scott breaking up is also stupid bc again they were "endgame" and they had no reason to break up other than the fact that allison was alive again and for plot reasons.

-harrison coming back was so stupid i was so glad they killed him off even tho i guess they never found his body. I was hoping

-are argent and melissa not dating anymore? Its been like 3 months since ive seen the movie so i dont rememeber that but if they arent, why are the writers/producers, whoever, so desperate to break up everything great they had goin at the end of the show.

The interesting parts of the movie were

-the intro

-elis backstory with his dad, except why would u hate derek its literally tyler hoechlin

-and scott having an animal clinic bc i think thats funny

[dorophvv]

“In Charlotte Brontë, everything is in terms of wind: things, people, faces, loves, words.”

“How does wind function in Jane Eyre? David Lodge’s discussion of fire in the novel has become a classic essay in literary criticism. Wind may not seem to come with the semantic thickness critics tend to fall for (the novel’s many domestic fires, the arson attempt, the inferno that demolishes Thornfield Hall, the burning love) but it nevertheless plays an active part in the novel, propelling the ‘airy’ protagonist through the story. When, at the very beginning of the novel, Jane is locked in the red room her courage fails when darkness falls and she finds herself alone, listening to ‘the rain still beating continuously on the staircase window, and the wind howling in the grove behind the wall’ (JE, p. 23). Regaining consciousness after panicking, she wakes to the sound of voices ‘as if muffled by a rush of wind or water’ (JE, p. 25). Her arrival at Lowood takes place in windy circumstances: the coach comes to a standstill and what Jane notices is how ‘[r]ain, wind, and darkness filled the air’ (JE, p. 52). After her public humiliation by Mr Brocklehurst, Jane finds solace with Helen and it is the wind, dispelling the clouds, that enables the moon to shed light on the girls’ embrace and on the approaching Miss Temple (JE, p. 82). When Jane grows restless after eight years of Lowood — Miss Temple marries and ‘take[s] with her the serene atmosphere [Jane] had been breathing in her vicinity’ — she ‘feel[s] the stirring of old emotions’ and expresses her desire to be free. It is her desire for liberty, uttered as a prayer ‘scattered on the wind then faintly blowing’, that leads her to take up the position of governess at Thornfield Hall (JE, p. 99). Her first meeting with Mr Rochester, when she helps him back on his horse on the way from Thornfield to Hay, is a swift encounter and Brontë uses lines from Thomas Moore to sketch the disappearance of man, horse and dog: ‘Like heath that in the wilderness / The wild wind whirls away’ (JE, p. 132). The scene in which Mr Rochester summons Jane as his wife is initiated by a ‘waft of wind [. . .] sweeping down the laurel-walk’ and wandering away to an indefinite distance (JE, p. 285), and Jane’s acceptance is followed by a thunderstorm, announced by a roaring of wind (JE, p. 287). On the evening before the wedding Jane longs to share the disturbing event of the preceding night (Bertha Mason’s visit to Jane’s room) with Mr Rochester, who is away. She runs outside to ‘feel [the wind]’ and finds ‘a certain wild pleasure’ in ‘[running] before the wind delivering my trouble of mind to the measureless air-torrent thundering through space’ (JE, p. 309). Once the secret of Mr Rochester’s marriage to Bertha Mason is out and he tells the story of his youth we learn that it is ‘a wind fresh from Europe’ that had freed him from his hellish life on Jamaica and had heralded the voice of Hope that called him back to England (JE, p. 347). Jane’s consecutive departure from Thornfield leaves her penniless and victim to the elements. It is again a ‘wild night’ with fast-falling rain and wind sweeping over the hill that drives her to the cottage of the Rivers siblings. And when she finally leaves that place, and St John Rivers, she does so in response to a cosmic calling of her name that she recognizes as Mr Rochester’s. To her calling ‘Where are you?’ only the wind responds — ‘The wind sighed low in the firs: all was moorland loneliness and midnight hush’ (JE, p. 467). It is the wind, nevertheless, that had carried her words to Mr Rochester for he had heard her response: ‘As I exclaimed “Jane! Jane! Jane!” a voice — I cannot tell whence the voice came, but I know whose voice it was — replied, “I am coming: wait for me”; and a moment after, went whispering on the wind, the words — “Where are you?”’ (JE, p. 496).  Like the dreams and presentiments Beer highlights as narrative solutions to the problem of omniscient narration, Brontë uses wind as a narrative device. It acts as a propelling force in the novel; it accompanies Jane on her journey and links the different elements of her story together. If we focus on the wind rather than on Jane’s inner voice, we see in which way Jane Eyre is not ‘a regular autobiography’ (JE, p. 97). The decisions Jane makes are not to be situated only on life’s plane of organization — conscious, rational decisions and their more hidden, unconscious motors — but also on what Deleuze calls the plane of consistence. Brontë shows that the life of Jane Eyre, whose very name echoes ‘air’ or ‘wind’, unfolds by affect and intensities that are not someone’s or something’s but free-flowing — of the wind.”

Posman S. ‘Becoming’ in Jane Eyre : Charlotte Brontë through the Eyes of Gilles Deleuze // Brontë Studies, Vol. 39 No. 4, November 2014, 307–18

[yessadirichards]

Carol Kane on working with Jason Schwartzman and her dream of being in a Martin Scorsese film

PARK CITY, Utah

Carol Kane really wanted to work with Jason Schwartzman, but the opportunity would require her to step a little outside of her comfort zone.

Filmmaker Nathan Silver came to her with an idea for “Between the Temples,” about a widow and a widower who become friends one winter. Her character, Carla, is a retired music teacher who wants to get her bat mitzvah. Schwartzman’s Ben is her former student, and currently a cantor, who agrees to help (reluctantly at first). Silver and his co-writer C. Mason Wells didn’t have a script, not in any traditional sense. It was something in between a script and a treatment, a novella of sorts with some written lines and lots of opportunity for creativity and character development.

“The idea sounded pretty fascinating,” Kane, 71, said in a recent phone interview. “But I was a little trepidatious about working in a way that I never had before.”

She was willing to take the leap with her collaborators, however. It helped that she felt like she knew Carla in a way.

“The story of Carla is somewhat similar to my mom’s story. She moved to France and started an entirely new life at 55. She just changed her life,” said Kane, with her 97-year-old mother nearby. “I think that there are a lot of very brave women out there sort of trying to reinvent themselves at a certain age when certain responsibilities have freed them to make that choice.”

The film premiered this week at the Sundance Film Festival in Park City, Utah, where it is seeking distribution. And working with Schwartzman on the complex, loving relationship between Carla and Ben was as good as she hoped.

“It was like having a great dancing partner,” Kane said. “He’s just a great actor and he’s a great human being. I certainly hope that we will get to do this again sooner rather than later.”

Kane considers herself extremely lucky for all the great filmmakers she’s gotten to work with over the years. Her first film, “Carnal Knowledge,” was with Mike Nichols after all. She’d go on to work with Hal Ashby (“The Last Detail”), Joan Micklin Silver (“Hester Street,” for which Kane got an Oscar nomination), Sidney Lumet (“Dog Day Afternoon”), Woody Allen (“Annie Hall”), Elaine May (“Ishtar”) and Rob Reiner (“The Princess Bride”), and act in the much-loved series “Taxi.”

More recently she’s gained new fans through “The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt” and her current series “Star Trek: Strange New Worlds.” But there’s at least one dream collaborator on her list that she hasn’t gotten to work with yet.

“I hope to one day get a chance to work with Marty Scorsese,” Kane said. “That’s been my lifelong dream.”

Recently Kane was watching an interview with Emma Stone on “CBS Sunday Morning.” She was a big fan of Stone’s Oscar-nominated performance in “Poor Things” and was interested in what she had to say.

“She’s a genius in that movie. She’s just brilliant,” Kane said. “And (in the interview) she goes on and on about how every time she gets a new part, she feels she won’t be able to execute it, that she won’t be able to do it and that fear just reverberates on a constant basis. I have to say, that’s how I feel.”

Kane continued: “For me, at my age, it was kind of jarring, but also kind of moving to hear someone who’s as young and beautiful and as big a movie star as Emma Stone is having the exact same feelings I have.”

[maximoxaguilar]

𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃

I Know the End - Phoebe Bridgers

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: @adrianamartinez , @marcusxshaw , @emmelinehq , @kitblckthrn , @melodyjenlopez

BEFORE READING, PLEASE TAKE NOTE OF THE FOLLOWING TRIGGER WARNINGS.

TRIGGER WARNING: MURDER, DEATH, BLOOD, GORE, SEVERE INJURY, KNIVES, KIDNAPPING, TORTURE, HOSPITALS, COMA, VOMIT, RELIGIOUS CONNOTATIONS.

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

It had been quite the tranquil evening in Max's quiet abode, the waters of Hove Lake kissing the shore with a gentle sensibility that put him at ease. Tonight had gone differently than he had anticipated, considering that earlier that day Mason had insisted on going to a friend's house. At first he had sat with the thought, uneasy all things considered -- knowing that there was someone or something out there waiting in the trees like a childhood boogeyman, waiting for weakness. But then he has settled, knowing that there would be adults in the house and quite frankly, he wouldn't be alone. Maybe, just maybe he would be able to get a full night of sleep.

Perhaps he was a bit too hyper vigilant at times, even if he was the only one in the house. This is why when he hears the first crash as he eyes flutter shut, sleep's hand just barely begins to reach out for him to take. Too much had happened in this town for a single sound to simply just be the wind.

A hand reaches for the pistol he keeps by his bed, moving slowly as if not to let the potential intruder know that he was aware of their entrance. When the time was right, he would let them know that his home was the wrong one to break into.

A finger slips around the trigger, with ease when he comes face to face with the masked assailant -- somehow knowing and yet not knowing exactly who they were. The Shadow had never been quite real to him until now, a figment of both his imagination and his greatest fears. The Shadow was much like someone he used to joke with Mason about taking him away should he not listen to his father's instructions. But now he was real. Max had known this, but he had been clinging onto some false narrative of hope. That everything would be okay.

As he presses the gun to the intruder's temple, emerging from the midnight to show himself -- perhaps he was a bit too cocky. Perhaps it was foolish of him to expect the assailant to come alone, but he is running on fear and very, very little sleep.

"Surprise, bitch." He says, ready to fire. Perhaps in his mind he hears the weapon go off, or it is the sound of his brain rattling against his skull as he hits the floor. There is a grunt that can be heard amidst the chaos and is incredibly distinct, somewhat feminine he notices but he cannot tell where it came from. He’s not exactly thinking about identity, but instead fighting for his life. He is not thinking of taking them down -- but reaching for the gun that has now skittered across the tile, creating perhaps the most haunting melody that could fall on desperate ears.

The gun.

He is so focused on the weapon that he doesn't notice the foot clamping over it, making any attempt to grasp at it useless. It is then he hears a familiar, ordinarily comforting voice in his mind telling him to do the only thing he can do. Fight.

The gun. The gun. THE GUN.

I need you to understand that I need you safe for my own selfish reasons and I don't care.

Adriana. She is only down the road from here, and he wonders how he can get to her. Make sure that she's safe, that they can get out of here together. They'll go for help, he'll get out of here. For her. He kicks. He scratches. He gets the upper hand, he loses it again. In a moment of success, his eyes return to the weapon. A mistake that may prove fatal.

Thegunthegunthegunthegu-

𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦

When he comes to, dazed as can be -- his first thought is that maybe, just maybe, it was all a dream. An incredibly fucked up nightmare that reminds him just how much he secretly detests waking up alone to an empty bed. But then the blurry haze becomes a picture and Marcus is sitting in front of him, battered and bruised. His friend's state, of course, causes him to want to run to him -- fix it. It is at this moment that he discovers that he is restrained. Of fucking course. Cowards. After the wounds he has likely left, bruises will be painted across the skin of his attacker. He hopes when he is dead, that they seal the deal. So no one else has to end up here.

"...Marcus?" He calls out, weakened but audible. His believes his first utterance is far from enough, and so he tries again. "Where are we? What..." happened. He makes an attempt to finish his sentence but is cut off by the sound of an opening door before arms wrap around him and tug him away from the other. His brother. Even if he had to watch silently as he tried to give the woman he loved the world and more, Max had never wanted this. It is why he has held back every desire that crawled like bile up his throat, at first disgusted by the thought of hurting him -- but he cannot deny much longer how good it feels to love Adriana.

He never wanted this.

He never wanted this.

"MARCUS! We'll get out of this, okay?!" He calls out, voice begging for some kind of response but not getting one. He has to get one, or it will kill him, shadow be damned. "We're gonna be okay, man! We're gonna be just fine!" He is desperate. Desperate to know that the other is conscious, desperate to hear his voice. The inhalation that comes next gives way to a scream that could stop blood flow, the thrum of his heart noting more than a nuisance in his ears now.

"MARCUS?!?!?!"

——

The first thing he feels is a push to the floor after putting up quite the fight. Even so, his current conditions have certainly begun to take a toll on him. As much as aggression is a reflex when he feels attacked, these abilities won’t be intact for much longer. This is evident as he does nothing but yelp as a foot connects with his abdomen, arms pressing to his side in an attempt to protect his ribs. Max knew he was a big fish, one that The Shadow found a sick delight in catching. If they were going to destroy him, he had every intention to make them work for it. 

Then comes the sound of a knife being brandished, Max finding some kind of purity in the way the light catches it, the reflection projecting against the wall of where he is enclosed. But then the knife connects, sinking beneath his flesh for the very first time in a manner that is clearly enjoyed by the assailant. Slow. While he can’t catch a glimpse of his face, he can learn enough from the way they breathe. The look in their eyes, examining every inch of the metal blade. 

The breath that escapes from between his lips is accompanied by a low groan, wondering for the first time if it would be better if he just gave in. Adriana and his sisters would make sure Mason had everything in the world. Perhaps they would not have the answer of why, what he had done to cause such anguish. Even still, he would never have to hurt the way he did growing up. Thus, perhaps it would be better if he simply let go. Let them win, let them possess the luxury of watching him take his last breath.

He thinks of those who would be without him. Those who will be left to pick up the pieces of his loss. Kit. Adriana. Em. Melody. He hoped she would know, no matter if she had gotten caught in his unbridled rage -- he never wanted her to forget how much he cared. He knows his sisters will surely miss him, soon his son will forget him -- or at least any physical memories of him. He hopes those he loves will fill in the rest. He will go on to college, live the life Max and Sylvie had always wanted for him.

Sylvie.

Maybe it’s best that he meets her. Up there, if there's even some remnant of a god in this universe. If he had the energy to laugh, he simply would have. He'd never see her again. If there was a higher power out there, then it sure must surely despise him. If his life could have been changed, Hector Aguilar wouldn't be his father and his mother would still be walking the earth. He stops for a moment and realizes that he wouldn't have been given the gift of his sisters being his sisters, but he needed her living somehow. She would have encouraged him to run, take Mason and run as fast as you can. Get your ass out of here if you know what's good for you.

But then he sees her face. Adriana's. And he wonders at times if Sylvie had sent her for him. Why would she? She wouldn't be so cruel to send him something, someone so beautiful only to take it from him with little to no mercy. Not that he deserved it. He was in love with his best friend's wife.

He stops noticing each incision of the knife around number five, his body becoming acclimated to his demise all too quickly. As the blood spills and his vision becomes hazy, he can see the faint vision of a figure standing over him - who no doubt takes some sick glee in his face as the knife penetrates his skin one last time.

The rattle of his breath is hard to ignore.

𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬, 𝘥𝘢𝘺

He is a spectacle. That is the first thought that comes to mind when he regains consciousness. That, and he believes he is long dead. He always thought he was meant for hell, considering the choices he had to make in his life, the prices he had to pay that weren’t always material. But something feels rather angelic about the way his close friend, Kit, looks in the sunlight. After everything that has happened he appears so peaceful. Something in him tells him to go greet him, the blood loss feeling like nothing but a jarring memory as he makes his first attempt to stand. 

Huh. That’s funny. He can’t seem to bring himself to stand.

After several feeble attempts he is upright, finding his footing as if he’s a toddler treading forward for the very first time. He remembers watching Mason’s first steps. Bringing a life into this world had terrified him beyond belief.

Mason. 

He has to get home. He has to see the face of his boy. What has it been, days? Weeks? A century? Has he been frozen in time? He finds the questions ceasing for a moment as his feet carry him forward, until they are taken right out from underneath him. What follows is a descent down the hill that picks up speed before he can force himself to a stop. As he recovers, this is the first time he notices the blood on his clothes. And it’s not just anyone’s blood.. It’s his.

It is then that the grim reality sets in, as the clock on his life begins to slowly run out. 

"Kit..." He calls out, hands pressed to two wounds in his stomach as he tries his hardest to speak. He can't hear if the words made it out, choking on each syllable. His ears feel like there is cotton spilling from them, as if he's swimming through the air.

He feels heavy. So, so heavy.

"Kit," he tries again, still louder than before - but not enough. It's the sound of his body hitting the ground once more that seems to make his presence known, but he can not seem to fight to stay conscious long enough to acknowledge the aftermath of success as his vision fades to black.

The ambulance comes as soon as another passerby calls 911. Max is just as he thought, a spectacle as he is carted in, Kit trying his hardest for a seat inside. The ride is certainly eventful, not that he would ever know. He dies twice while those racing to keep him alive fight for him harder than he perhaps would have ever fought for himself.

As hard as he would fight for one of his own.

AS OF NOW: 𝗺𝗮𝘅 𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗮 𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹, 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻.

[mountttmase]

Hiii,I can't wait to read it🤭

Life with mason was a dream. NO DOUBTS 😉

With a few white lies from Mason, you managed to land yourself a part time job in London. SSSHHH, NO NEED TO TELL THAT TO ANYONE 🫣🫣

Mason was the most supportive and loving man you’d ever come across. Checking in on you frequently and always making you smile. You cherished the life you were building together and seemed to be on the same page about everything. WE LOVE A SUPPORTIVE MAN

Well all but one thing. EHI, DON'T SCARE ME

To say you were on two different pages may not best description, but you still hadn’t crossed a certain line with each other. You’d had plenty of heated make out sessions that could have led to more, but things were always stopped before you got too far. You knew Mason was more than ready for that part of your relationship to develop but you still couldn’t quite push yourself to get there. OOO, BABY YOU JUST CAME OUT FROM A TRAUMATISING READY

. If he wasn’t getting what he needed from you then he could quite easily get it from somewhere else was what your mind told you, but you knew deep down he would ever do that to you. OH NONONO, HE'S NOT, HE'S IN LOVE WITH YOU SINCE HE FIRST MET YOU LOVE

It wasn’t like you didn’t want him in that way, in fact that’s all you’d been thinking about lately. He didn’t make it easy for you, waltzing around with so much skin on show you were unsure of where to look, sleeping next to him every night with his skin stuck to yours and his hands stroking over your waist. HE'S A TEASEEEE

You were sat in work on Thursday, the last day of your working week and the image of Mason kissing down your body filled your head. You didn’t snap out of it until you heard your name being called. NAUGHTY GIRL

‘I know that look girl, you’ve got the horn just admit it’ she winked at you whilst you groaned and hid your face. ‘Just tell your man you need to get you some, I’m sure he’ll be happy to oblige’ HANNAH🤭🤭🤭🤭

‘Of course it’s alright you muppet’ he laughed, making you smile a little bit too. ‘You don’t need permission from me y/n’ MY MAN😊

‘Oh I forgot you’re going away tomorrow’ you breathed, rubbing your temple as you thought of what to say to Hannah. ‘I’m so sorry Mase it slipped my mind. I’ll have dinner with Hannah another night’ HE'S NOT GOING TO LET YOU POSTPONE FOR HIM

‘Don’t be silly. I want you to go out and have fun. If you’re home you’ll probably just distract me even more’ he laughed, trying to relax you a bit. EXACTLY

‘Yes I do, can’t have the love of my life walking home alone in the dark can I?’ He joked, trying to brush it off but you couldn’t be more grateful for him. A warm feeling growing in your chest at his words. WOOOOOO, I'M NOT GOOD

‘Right, where are you taking me?’ you asked her, and she squealed before grabbing your arm and leading you down the road to one of her favourite Italian restaurants. You were thankfully out of the way of lots of other people so you could talk freely and after two glasses of wine she was ready to pick your brains. CAN I BE A BIT PATRIOTIC? ITALIAN COOKING FOR THE WINN🤭

‘Well first of all, from what you’ve said Mason sounds like a gem and as long as he’s not putting any pressure on you to do anything then I wouldn’t worry about him. I think this sounds like something you need to work on’ she told you and you nodded along with her in agreement. YOU UNDERSTOOD EVERYTHING HANNAH, LOVE YOU

I'M LOVING HANNAH'S IDEAS

‘Hello’ he laughed, taking the seatbelt from your hand and plugging you in as you were having trouble. ‘Looks like someone’s had a good night’ I LOVE HOW HE'S JUST HAPPY SHE HAD A GOOD NIGHT

THE T-SHIRT PART MADE ME LAUGH HARD

You couldn’t ignore the way your tummy flipped at his praise, the heat rising to your face instantly and you had to bite your lip to stop the smile taking over your face. ME TOO GIRL

‘You got any office gossip to share?’ He quizzed, and you couldn’t help but laugh out loud. YES THAT'S HOW I IMAGINE HI. BEING 🤣🤣🤣

‘One day soon you might’ You teased and he laughed into your skin before settling back down behind you. YES HE WILL FOR SURE🫣😏😏

‘I’ll look after you okay. Sweet dreams, love’😊😊😊

After sending her a quick thank you text, you added it to your basket, thanking your lucky stars you were just in time for next day delivery and also noticing it came with a matching silk robe so you could cover yourself until you were ready to let Mason see. An excited but nervous feeling settled in your tummy in anticipation. OOO SHE'S GETTING READY TO GIVE HER MAN A GOD REWARD (WAS THAT THE THING YOU CHANGED? THE COLOUR WAS BLUE AT THE BEGINNING?)

You never got over how proud you were of him, even more so when he scored a late winner and you couldnt wait to get him home and show him exactly how you were feeling. 😏😏😏😏

After staring at yourself in awe for a few more minutes you packed it all away and hid it back in your room in anticipation for when Mason got home tomorrow. I LOVE THAT SHE GOT A SELF-ESTEEM BOOSTER

He caught you as you came flying at him, wrapping your legs around his waist as he spun you in a circle. You both pulled back slightly to look at each other, matching smiles on your faces. MY BABIES

‘More than you know’ you breathed, beginning to feel him harden against you and you bit your lip at the feeling. He pulled away, respecting your boundaries and told you he was going to take a shower but you knew what that was code for. When things got hot and heavy but he knew a kiss would be as far as things would go, a ‘shower’ was code for him going to sort himself out alone. ‘Wait, don’t’ you pleaded and he looked at you with curious eyes. ‘I have something to show you, can you go wait in our room? I won’t be long’ you reasoned and he look at you confused before kissing your cheek and heading upstairs. SHE'S READY AND HE DOESN'T SUSPECT ANYTHING 🫣🫣🫣

‘This is nice’ he told you, playing with the belt with one hand and resting his other on the back of your thigh. AND YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE BEST PART

He looked at you with wide eyes, unsure as to what was happening and when he didn’t move, you gently grabbed his hand and made him hold the end of the belt before stepping away so it would untie. Once it had, the robe fell open to reveal your lacey red underwear. You kept your eyes on Mason the whole time, watching how he swallowed a nervous lump at the sight of you, his eyes growing dark as he took you in. It was all the confidence boost you needed not to shy away from him and you pushed the robe from your shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. MOUNT DON'T FAINT NOW, PLEASE

‘You sure?’ His whispered against your lips and you nodded against him with a smile. HE DOUBLE-CHECKED🤗🫠

‘We’ll go slow yeah?’ He whispered as his lips reached your ear and you nodded before he gently lifted you off him and laid you down on the bed. He crawled over to lay beside you, propped up on one arm so he could hover over you, before attaching his lips back to yours. THAT'S A MAN

‘What do you like, baby?’ He whispered and your whole mind went blank. The truth is you had no idea. Sex had always been about getting the job done on the past so you’d never stopped to think about what you did and didn’t like O LOVE, YOU'RE GOING TO LEARN WITH HIM😏

‘Trust me, I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on. I’m trying so hard not to cum in my pants’ he laughed and before you knew it, your underwear had joined his shirt on the floor. MOUNT🤣🫣

‘Shhh baby, it’s okay, I got you’ he whispered, before his fingers came back to your thigh, inching higher until he was nearly touching you where you needed him. I HAVE ELEPHANTS IN MY BELLY

‘Mason?’ You questioned and his head shot up to look at you. ‘What do you like?’ You asked him, your face turning even redder and he smiled at your question. ‘It’s not all about me’ you said and he shook his head softly while smiling at you. MY WOMAN, I LOVE THAT

‘It is all about you’ he whispered but you just laughed at him whilst grabbing his face to make him look at you. DID ANYONE HAVE DOUBTS ABOUT THIS BEING HIS ANSWER?

‘What do you want?’ You whispered and you heard him let out a low growl in the back of his throat, turning you on even more. ‘I want to taste you’ he admitted and you couldn’t help but let out a massive breath at his words. MOUT YOU'RE A TEASE

A few moments after, you let go of his hair, tugging on his shoulder and his head shot up to look at you, a slight panic on his face as he thought something was wrong but you were quick to reassure him. I LOVE HOW HE HAS ALL HIS ATTENTION TO HER

This was Mason, and you knew you’d be fine. THAT'S SO SWEET

He pushed into you slowly, both of you breathing and moaning into each other mouths as the pleasure took over you. Your hands gripped his shoulders as he began to thrust into you at a a slow pace so you could adjust to him. After a minute or so you were ready for him to pick up the pace as you knew he was being careful with you on purpose. THAT'S SOOOO🔥🔥🔥

You felt his hand on your waist once your breathing was back to normal, tugging you towards him so you could cuddle into his chest. His lips started peppering kisses along your hairline immediately before you looked up at him with a shy smile. BABY

‘Well for what it’s worth, I did too’ he winked and you nested into him more as you laughed. ‘I kick myself most days about how I should of told you how I felt about you when we were kids. You probably wouldn’t of gone near the prick of all pricks and we could of started our lives together so much sooner’ YES, BUT DON'T BLAME YOURSELF

‘I guess. I’m just thinking about all the years of sex we’ve missed out on’ he laughed whilst tickling your ribs. NAUGHTY

‘Was this the ‘girl talk’ you were on about the other day?’ He questioned, pulling back to look at your flushed face as you nodded with an embarrassed smile. ‘I’ll have to send Hannah a thank you card’ he teased as you hid your face from him. ‘Thank you for trusting me’ he whispered into your hair and you nodded into his neck. EXACTLY, THANK HER, YOU DEFINITELY SHOULD

I LOVED THAT, PART 1 WAS WOW, BUT THIS...THIS WAS AMAZING

I CANT BELIVE THIS SITTED ON YOUR DRAFTS FOR 1 YEAR

YOU KNOW WHAT I THINK ABOUT YOUR WRITING, YOU'RE SO GOOD AT IT, AND HAVE THE CAPABILITY TO NEVER MAKE A FIC LOOK LIKE ANOTHER ONE.

THANK YOI FOR SHARING THAT, LOTS OF LOVE🩷🩷

MY FAVOURITE FEEDBACK FROM MY FAVOURITE PERSON

Thank you so much for taking the time to do this every time it makes me so happy you have no idea 😭

And yes it’s been a long time coming but she’s here 😂

Lots of love to you xxxxx

[alltoolewis]

You Bring Me Home- Mason Mount 🍂

I'm backkkkk!!! So happy to be writing again and even more so for one of my favourite people in the world! This is a part of my Halloween/autumn prompt list (that I am slowly getting through) It's not my best, but I still hope you all enjoy it 🧡

Prompts- "mhmm your so warm" "Here take my sweater", thunderstorms & shared blankets (From this list!)

Words- 4.7k

Summary- When you have to work during the worst storm of the year, your car decides to break down leaving you stranded at your work's carpark... resulting in you needing your knight in shining armour to come and collect you!!!

“Mase...” You groaned, feeling his arms tug you back in bed as you tried to sneak away “Baby, I’ve got to go... I can’t be late for work again...” A chuckle left your boyfriend’s lips as he listened to your frustrated words, knowing full well that he was the reason for your recent poor punctuality at work. You never use to be late... You were always the first person in the office and the last one to go! But that was before you moved in with Mason! The problem wasn’t when he had morning training sessions or early kick-offs you both enjoyed your early mornings together... especially the shared shower schedule you had to ‘save’ water. The main problem was when he didn’t have to wake up early with you, and no matter how many times you explained to him that you weren’t as fortunate with your days off, he still expected you to share a lazy morning with him!

“Stay with me...” He mumbled against your neck, as he pulled your body on top of his, a slight smirk in his tone as he felt your body shiver against his touch “Please baby, call in sick... for me!” A frustrated sigh left your lips as you listened to his persuading words... of course, he was doing it again!

Rolling off him, you groaned, making sure that one of his arms stayed around you to stop his protest “Mase, I’ve told you, darling, I wish I could but- “Your words were cut short as he placed his lips on yours swallowing the words that he had heard so many times before. Pulling away breathless, he smiled “But you can’t because of the new promotion... I know sweetheart, I understand...” He finished your sentence for you, placing his lips on your temple as he sighed in awe “Why do you have to be so clever eh? Why can’t you be like chilly’s missus and be an influencer...?”

You knew you should be getting ready as you glanced at the time, seeing it was 10 minutes past the time you usually get dressed for the day, but you couldn’t leave him like this not when he was so needy for your warmth... and who were you to deprive him of it so early in the morning! So, like the good girlfriend you are, you gave him a bit more of your time... plus, you knew that you needed these moments with him just as much as he did!

“I thought you liked bragging to the boys about your girl being a journalist in the best company in the country...” You smirked, leaning into his open arm a little more. You never liked to brag about your high-earned job to anybody, even when Mason brought it up to his family and friends you always wanted to become embarrassed by it, but of course, he never let you! After being together throughout your degree, he saw first-hand the amount of effort and dedication you put into it. The sweat, blood, and tears you went through together were all worth it as you held the piece of paper in your hand, smiling alongside Mason as he showed you just how proud he was of you... how proud he always is of you, for following your dreams and proving others wrong!

Placing his head on your shoulder, he hummed in the gap of your neck “Of course I do...” He replied without hesitation “All the boys know that my girl is the smartest, most beautiful girl in the whole world, they don’t even argue about it anymore cause what’s the point... they’ll never win!”

“Mason Tony Mount!” You gasped, ignoring the goosebumps rising on your arms after referring to you as ‘his girl’ & although you knew you were, it didn’t make the reaction to the two simple words any easier! “You don’t argue about me at work, do you?”

 “I don’t anymore...” He smirked, the lazy smile you loved so much graced his lips as you looked at him with shock “As I said, they know they’ll never win...” Pulling your body back on his, so you were straddling him, he smiled up at you “I have loads of points of why you’re the best girl in Cobham, I could even argue to the world if you’d let me..”

“Mason, you can’t try and convince the lads that I’m better than their girlfriends...” You sighed, but couldn’t help the smile tugging on your lips at him for trying “All their girls are gorgeous, you know that...”

Sitting up slightly while you remained on top of him, he wrapped his arms around your neck gently tugging you to be eye level. He smirked as he placed a kiss on your nose “They’re not as immaculate as you though, are they?”

“Mase-“You sighed, rolling your eyes just to be interrupted again, as he moved to your cheek, placing his lips softly on it as they blushed under his touch “They don’t have your natural beauty in the morning...”

“How do you know?” You playfully gasped “Is there something you’re not telling me, Mount!”

“Shhhh!” He chuckled, pecking your lips to silence you “You’re ruining the moment...”

 Listening to him you let him continue his trail of kisses as they went to your forehead “They don’t have your brains, your kindest, your warm heart...” Finishing his trail at your neck, he kissed up to your ear, whispering into it softly “And most importantly, they don’t have my heart... and until we have mini mounts running around in the house, you have all it...”

“Why are you so soppy in the morning...” You whispered, feeling tears gathering in your eyes as you rest your head on his “You make it so hard to leave...”

“That’s the plan, beautiful...” He smirked, giving you a tight squeezed hug “But in all seriousness, I love you... more than anything in the world!”

“Even more than kicking a ball round a field...” You teased, knowing that his passion was always your main enemy for his attention. His laughs echoed around the dimmed bedroom as he threw his head back “Yes darling, even more than kicking a ball around...”

For the first time that morning, the room fell silent as you both gazed into each other’s eyes and for a split second you forgot that you needed to leave, all you wanted was him! Your phone buzzed against the dressing table, but your eyes never left him “I think that’s your final cue to get up Honey...” Mason whispered, not wanting to ruin the enchanting trance you had both been put in.

Rolling out of his arms, you groaned throwing your head back on the pillow “I don’t want to leave you now...” Mason looked at you amused as he nudged his head towards your phone “Last chance for you to phone up ill and stay with me...” Tossing a stranded pillow towards him, you glared “Not going to happen handsome, so shut it...” Pecking one last kiss on his pouted lips, you finally left the bed making a beeline to the bathroom to get ready for the day till your boyfriend once again distracted you.

While you were in the shower, Mason reluctantly got out of bed too. Despite it being well past the time he’d usually get up on his day off, he felt way too guilty to let you rush around after he was the one stopping you. So being the good boyfriend he was, he decided to pack your work bag for you, making sure to pack your lunch as he prepared an early morning snack for you to eat on your travels.

“Here you go, m’lady...” He sang as you made your way into the kitchen, handing you your tote bag which had your lunch packed and ready to go along with your other work items, making your heart melt. Your hands lingered over the strap of the bag as you stared into dark brown eyes, mesmerized once again by his tired eyes and fluffy morning hair. “Earth to miss (y/ln) ...” Mason chuckled, causing your stare to be broken as you gratefully took it from him. “How are you so perfect!?!” You sighed, glancing into your bag to see he hadn’t missed a single thing “4 years together and I still haven’t found a single thing wrong with you!”

Walking you to the front door, he helped you into your coat specifically picking out the thickest and warmest one “You’ll have to keep looking” He chuckled, giving you a peck on the cheek “One thing about us mounts, we are born naturally perfect”

“What happened with Lew then!” You teased jokingly. After being together for so long you had grown extremely close with his family, specifically with his older brother, who you always joked was technically a part of your relationship seeing how much time he spent with the two of you since buying the new house.

“I’ll tell him that!” Mason laughed, opening the door for you to see it had just begun to rain “shoot! don’t forget this!” He leaned over to the counter where your umbrella was “Apparently the storm is going to be hard later... I need you to be safe!”

“Oh, I’m sure this cheap stick of plastic will do the trick...” You giggled, examining the poorly made umbrella “I’ll be in my car tho Mase, I won’t need it!” You tried to place it back down, but your resistant boyfriend stopped you, giving you a pleading look “You never know though, please take it... for me!” Your eyes rolled to the side as once again he used those words. Reluctantly, you placed it in your bag giving him a sarcastic smile “Happy now?” “Very!” He smirked, closing the gap between you both as he placed his lips to yours “I love you so fucking much!” Pulling apart slightly your breath fanned across his face “I love you too, so much...”

“Oh gosh look at the time!” He playfully gasped, after glancing at the landing clock “How are you so late!” Giving you a playful shove out the door as you turned to give him a deathly stare “Don’t blame me...” You hissed, turning your back to him as you walked towards your car “blame my needy, careless boyfriend!”

“He only cares about you!” He yelled back, a smile clear in his voice as you started your car. Looking in your rear mirror, your heart burst as you saw him in the same spot, wanting to see you safely leave the premise. You were just about to drive away when you saw his hands suddenly move up and down. Clueless at his actions, you waved back thinking that he just wanted to wave goodbye, but as you watched him shake his head you knew that wasn’t the reason. Pulling your window down, you popped out your head giving him a puzzled look “What’s up?”

“Have you got your brolly?” He questioned, causing a frustrating but mocking groan to leave your lips “You saw me put in my bag Mase!”

“I know what you’re like tho! You might out hide it secretly; I just want you to be safe!” Leaning back to your backseat, you pulled the stick out of your bag, hanging it out the window along with your head again “Here!” You yelled back to him, waving it around causing a big grin to form on his lips “Good girl...” He smirked, giving you a thumbs up.

“Don’t patronize me, Mount...” You joked, putting a finger up at him “I’ll chuck it at you in a minute!”

“Please don’t!” He laughed throwing his head back. “Now that’s sorted, can I go now to the job I was supposed to be at 10 minutes ago!”

“Wait!” He called back, disappearing for a second before returning with his jacket lazily thrown over his shoulders. Not giving you a minute to process what he was doing, he jogged over to your car, the sound of his sliders colliding with the wet gravel grating you a little before his head poked through your still-open window.

“What are you doing?” You spoke between giggles as his lips attacked your face in sloppy playful pecks. “Stay safe, okay? If the storm gets too bad come home early, please...” Normally you would have argued back with a playful dig but hearing the sincerity in his voice you knew he was being serious. Nodding your head, you smiled, threading your fingers through his now wet morning hair “I promise handsome, now please go back inside before I get the blame for making Chelsea’s best player ill before a derby!”

“I love you, have a good day at work!” He cheekily smiled, giving you one last kiss before leaving the car, not before hearing you repeat the words back to him. You hated mornings... always had done ever since you were little, but with him... they were a little more bearable! Giving him one last smile and quick wave, you finally headed to work, but like always that was the last thing you were thinking about... instead, it was how quickly you wanted to return home to him!

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As the day progressed, the rain came down harder, unsurprisingly just as Mason said! Your phone buzzed with messages of updates from your boyfriend, warning you of the weather like your own personal weatherman. Of course, you found the whole thing endearing, I mean who wouldn’t want a man as sweet as Mason protecting them, but when you were so close to finishing something that had taken up so much of your time it couldn’t help but bug you!

“Is that him again?” Your boss laughed in amusement, as your phone lit up beside you for the tenth time that hour. “I’m so sorry...” You sighed “He gets a little protective when it’s this weather, I’ll switch it off immediately- “Leaning over to your lit screen to switch it off, a gentle hand stopped you “Why don’t you go home to him?” She smiled at you, passing you your phone “You’ve worked so hard recently, doing everybody’s cover shifts and any possible overtime you can... everybody else is going home early... why don’t you do the same?”

“I don’t know (Your boss’s name) ...” You sighed, feeling the phone buzzing against your hand again “I’ve so nearly got this done, I don’t risk anything from getting the “

“Promotion” Your boss finished the sentence, a smirk on her face as you nodded your head. Sighing, she collected her things from her desk, getting ready to leave herself before the storm gets worst “Please get yourself home (y/n), especially before 7 pm that’s when it’s supposed to get bad...” “I will, I should be done in the next hour or so anyway...” You replied, giving her a weak smile as she squeezed your shoulders “Okay honey, stay safe & say hi to Mason for me!” Before she left the room, she spun back around “Oh & (y/n)”

“Yeah...” You hummed back, twiddling your pen in between your fingers.

“Don’t worry too much about the promotion!” Your boss smiled knowingly “I think you proved yourself worthy of the spot a long time ago!” Without another word, she left the room, allowing your head to spin. You didn’t realize how much time you had been trying to prove yourself at the firm, and of course, with that, you didn’t realize how much time you had wasted by not spending time with Mason! Your boss was right, you did deserve to spend a night in with him!

Glancing back down towards your phone, butterflies erupted in your tummy as you read his most recent text...

Mase

Missing you so much gorgeous, don’t stay there for too long... the storms getting bad & I need my warm hugs xx

Shooting him a quick reply back with a smile on your face, you made it your mission to finish as quickly as you could & just like everything you set your mind to you were good to go by the time it hit 6:45 pm! You didn’t care that your work might have been rushed or that you weren’t the last one in the office like you usually were, all you cared about was being home with your boyfriend!

You didn’t realize how bad the storm was until you stepped outside for the first time since the morning. Leaves twirled around the air as the rain dropped down into the soaked pavement. The door of the building continued to swing behind you as you quickly sprinted to your car, Mason always teased you that the only way to get your running was the rain & free food and although you always defended yourself, it was times like this that you knew he was right!

Finally getting into your car, you through your bag to its usual place on your back seat while your hands worked quickly to switch the heating on, but when your car engine didn’t hum like normal, and your heating suctions didn’t blow out hot air you knew you were in trouble “Shit... no, no, no!” You groaned as you continued to tap the small heating button but there was no use, your car was one and truly dead “Why is it always me...” You sighed, hitting your head gently against the wheel as you processed your current options, weighing up that it was out of two... stay put in your office and wait for the storm to hopefully pass or call Mason for help! Deciding that the only possible option was the second one, you whipped out your phone, immediately dialing his number...

Not even letting the phone ring once, he picked up “Hello beautiful, everything okay? You on your way back yet?”

“Not quite...” You giggled nervously, looking forward at the aggressive rain hitting your windscreen “I may have a little problem”

“What’s happened?” He quickly replied. You didn’t need to see him know he was already sat up, ready to face the problem that you were having despite even knowing what it was.

“I don’t know if it’s the pile of rain falling or what, but my car won’t start...” You sighed, frustrated that once again your time with him was being wasted “I was going to head back inside but I don’t think anyone else is in & I’ve left my keys in the office... would you be able to pick me up please?”

“Of course, I can honey...” He responded without hesitation, the sound of rustling is heard in the background “You stay right there okay? I won’t be long”

Feeling a little guilty for ‘ruining’ his evening you sighed, “Thank you, Mase, I’m sorry if I was disturbing anything”

“Oh don’t be silly you don’t have to apologize, I wasn’t doing anything interesting anyway” He laughed, locking the door behind him as he braced the ongoing storm himself “If it means getting to see you quicker, I would drop anything and everything...”

“You’re my hero, Mase honestly..” You smiled against the phone “I don’t know what I’d do without you..”

“Get on the bus maybe” Mason teased, as he started the engine causing you to roll your eyes “Well my damsel in distress I won’t be long, stay put and wait there, okay? I Love you”

“Love you too, Mase. Thank you!” Hanging up the phone, you through your head back closing your eyes as the rain fell around the shell of your car. You loved this weather when the sky freely cried, and the world got a refresh, although being out in it wasn’t always ideal. Guilt began to trip your mind as you thought about forcing Mason out of the house, and although your work wasn’t that far from your home in Cobham, it still wasn’t ideal to drive to.

“Fuck it...” You muttered, grabbing your bag from the back seat and your car keys, you zipped your coat fully up before getting out of the car “If he has to drive to get me, the least I can do is meet him halfway...” Of course, it wasn’t the smartest idea in the world, and Mason would probably kill you for leaving the ‘warmth’ of your car for that reason, but you didn’t care if it meant him not driving too far and you getting to see him sooner!

For the first couple of minutes, you let the heavy falls of rain and hail shower you, giving you your very own detox before you remembered the umbrella Mason forced you to take “How does he think of everything?” You spoke to yourself with a smirk on your face as you pulled the stick out, instantly feeling better as the rain rolled off the sheet of cotton instead of you!

You didn’t know how long it was until you saw his black merc roll along the street in front of you, a wash of relief flooding you as you thought of the warmth of his car invading you. Mason couldn’t believe his eyes as he spotted a young girl walking carelessly on the pavement, thinking to himself who in their right mind would walk in the weather but as he got closer and recognized your brown locks floating in the autumn air he knew it could only ever be one person!

Pulling up beside you, he pulled down his window catching you slightly off guard as he popped his head ever so slightly “What the hell happened to stay put?!?” He laughed as you shrug your shoulders “I got bored..”

“Of course, you did!” Mason smiled, nodding his head towards the passenger side “Are you getting in missus, or are you enjoying your rainy walks?” Not even having the energy to shoot a snarky reply, you ran to the other door immediately hopping into the warmth of his car, causing him to throw his head back in a low chuckle. Pulling the window slightly you shook the water off your umbrella, not realizing the teasing look your boyfriend was giving you until you turned back around “What?” You questioned as he raised his eyebrow at you. “What did you say about that cheap lump of metal again?” He smirked, knowing once again he was right.

“Shut up...” You giggled, reaching over to his heater to warm your frozen hands “I wouldn’t have had to use it if it wasn’t for my shit car! The one time I desperately needed it, it let me down... unbelievable.”

“I warned you about that as well..” He laughed, remembering the high amount of times he had told you to get a new car, even willing to buy you a new one himself but every time you dismissed him telling him there was nothing wrong with it. Noticing the glare you were giving him, he quickly refrained his comment “But we’re not getting into that right now, are we sugar?”

“no where not!” You jokingly rolled your eyes, leaning slightly over to him “It’s a good job my boyfriend is always reliable isn’t it?”

“He sounds like a great man..” Mase teased, his cheeks unconsciously turning pink at your comment.

“He’s the best...” You breathed out reaching out to pull him in a hug “Honestly Mason, thank you for this! I know you always say you’d do anything for me but that doesn’t mean I should take you for granted... you don’t know how much this all means to me!”

Letting you fall awkwardly in his arms due to the gear stick between you, he sighed “You never take me for granted honey, I adore you more than anything in the world... I’d travel way further than this if it meant getting you safely home! Trust me, I’d do so much more than this” His hands brushed along your arms, allowing him to feel your soaked-through coat which wasn’t providing you much heat now “How about you take that off, eh? It’s not doing any good for that cold you’re bound to get!” He suggested, already helping your arms out of it.

“I only have my blouse underneath tho mase...” You giggled, feeling the cold even more now it was off “This isn’t that practical either!”

“Here take my sweater!” Mason smiled, not hesitating to take it off.

“No Mase please don’t..” You pleaded “I don’t want you to get ill as well, please keep it on.” But it was too late, before you could even get all your words out the thick hoodie was off his body and onto yours. “What are you going to wear now?” You sighed in contentment as his hoodie shielded you from the cold. “Don’t worry about that darling...” He smirked, pulling out one of his training jackets from the back of the car “I always come prepared! That’s why I also brought you this...” Along with his jacket, he also pulled out one of your old thick blankets, causing your heart to melt “I thought you might need this to keep you warm till we are at home, I know the journeys are not that long and my hugs are way better than that old, tatted thing but it’ll do!”

You couldn’t get words out as you stared into his dark brown eyes, only finding the look of love and sincerity in them. “Are you okay darling?” Mason asked, noticing the tears brimming your eyes as you tried to get the words out. Shaking your head, you let the tears flow out “I don’t deserve you...” You sobbed dramatically, knowing that you were slightly overreacting but after a long tiring day, he couldn’t judge you!

“Oh, princess..” He cooed, wrapping an arm around you. He knew he didn’t have to say much when you were like this, all you needed was some form of his touch to calm you down “How about we get you home eh? And then we can swap that blanket for a proper hug...”

“That sounds good...” You sniffled, pulling away from him slightly so he could start the engine. But like always your hand remained in his, and that’s how it stayed till you arrived home. The drive home was a quiet one, the radio being the only sound as you both sat in your content bubble. Once you were pulled up in your driveway, Mason squeezed your hand tight, shooting you a tired smile “You ready to brace this storm again...”

Reflecting his smile, you nodded “together?” Not replying straight away, he opened his door running around to your side as he clipped off your seatbelt, lifting you out as you held the blanket of the two of your heads “Always!”

With his approval, you both sprinted to the front door, not even caring about the neighbor’s future noise complaints as your squeals and laughter mixed in with the sound of thunder. It was times like this that made you realise just how lucky you were, not by having a well-paid job or living in a million-pound mansion but by living this crazy life with your soulmate! & that means so much more than the amount of money you had or how stable the roof on top your head was...

Once you were safely inside, you both immediately got changed into a matching pair of Christmas pajamas, ones that were conveniently from your first year spent with him on the holiday! Just like he promised, the old blanket was swapped for a comfier one, and more importantly his arms “Mhmm... Your so warm..” You sighed as you relaxed into his arms, glancing up at him as he switched on your favorite office episode. “warmer than your blanket...” He smirked, pulling you closer to him as you placed your hands onto his cheeks, pulling him to a soft kiss “Much warmer!”

No matter how many times he held your body close to his, no matter how many times he kissed your lips, it always felt the same way... like he was home... & it was that moment he realized home isn’t a place... it’s a person.

& that’s always been you!

[heyhihellosworld]

𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴

Mason Mount x reader

Word count: 1k

Summary: Mason's sour after a bad game

Warnings: Fluff, a little angst, Hotspur vs Chelsea should be a warning in itself

Notes: Just a very simple, basic short one-shot tbh but I just had to write about this match. I'm still reliving it and get just as angry all the time. Like how, just how.

You could see how he was fuming, anger and disappointment just oozing off of him as he walked off the pitch. Clapping a few claps as a thanks for the supporters before walking down the tunnel with his head down just as his teammates.

It wasn't a bad game for Chelsea, having made two perfect goals but the frustrating and disappointing thing had been the referee.

Two goals for Tottenham, both who should have been denied because of faults but no, nothing judged and the goals stood.

You thought you were almost more fuming than Mason at that moment. Screaming at the tv-screen as Cucurella was dragged down and screaming even more when nothing happened as a result.

It was a little funny actually how you never cared about football until you met Mason. After he had taken you to your first game, United vs Arsenal you had been stuck. Watching every game and every league possible. Just this evening you hadn't been able to go to the actual game because of a late meeting so instead opted to have it on in the background. It was probably better anyway because you were sure you'd stormed the pitch if you'd been there. Not so good for your career though.

When Mason came home you had calmed down a little bit, stood cooking dinner when he announced he was home with a flat voice.

You met him in the hallway with a hug that he immediately welcomed, pulling you close to him and wrapping his arms around your body.

"I'm sorry for the game, you deserved those three points" you said lowly against his ear, hearing him hum in response.

"Wait you watched?" he questioned, pulling away a little bit while you shrugged "Well of course"

"Didn't you have a meeting?" he questioned confused.

"Well yeah, I had it on in the background" you said like it was obvious. Mason cracked a grin at you, chuckling as he pulled you into his embrace again. "Bet that was really popular in front of your bosses huh?" "Eh, they barely noticed. I accidentally screamed once but I blamed it on the cat"

Mason laughed, kissing your temple "Babe we don't have a cat"

"I know but they don't" You grinned back, untangling from his grip to stir around in your pasta sauce. "What if they come here some day?" "Well, then i'll just say it ran in front of the bus or something" you shrugged again, delighted with his laughter as he moved into the house.

"You're really lovely, aren't you"

"I can be" you grinned back, turning around to peck his lips. He was already in a better mood which made you in a better mood too. "It smells really good" he said sweetly, pecking your temple again before pulling away, walking over to the hallway to pick up his wash bag. "I'm gonna go shower"

"Do that" you nodded, continuing to cook as he showered quickly, soon emerging from the bedroom in a comfy hoodie and sweatpants.

He looked really tired and you knew he was, it had been a real busy time this far and it was going to get even busier. Training and training and traveling around England non-stop. It was what he loved, his dream but of course it could still be exhausting.

"You wanna talk about it?" You asked softly as you stirred down the pasta in the pot.

"Not really, just disappointing. Like we did play well I think, it was a good game for us but the goals are just really disappointing and to know that it was supposed to be 2-0 but still only go away with one point is rough. I think we deserved more of that game" he huffed, venting off.

"Well, you're right, it is disappointing but at least you can go away with the feeling that you played a good game and that you are in a good place. You got robbed of those points, sure but you're in a better place and there are a lot of points to come. At least you weren't the one getting a cheap win and the ones robbing" Mason chuckled at your metaphor, grabbing two plates from the top cabin. "Well you're right about that"

"But to be honest it's kinda rough overall right now"

You raised your eyebrows at him, never having heard of it before. "What?" "Well" he sighed, leaning back against his palms on the counter. "We haven't started good have we?" "No, maybe not good but not horrendously either"

"Well it's just a really nervous tension in the group. Nobody knows what's gonna happen with the transfers and we haven't been able to adjust to the new group at all. I-I guess i'm just worried something huge is gonna happen"

"Well, I get that but you have to give it some time, it hasn't gone many games yet and you will get together in the team. And if something big happens.... well then we deal with it then. Don't go around worry about it know, just focus on getting in shape"

Mason smiled through your sentence before letting out an over dramatic gasp. "What?! You're telling me I'm not in shape" he said in a mock hurt, clutching his chest which made you laugh, handing him a plate of the pasta and kissing his cheek. "Well, we all know you can be better and even if it shouldn't be like that Chelsea isn't on it's best if you aren't on your best"

"Awwww" he grinned, making you laugh again while you grabbed your own plate. Walking towards the living room. "Let's watch some trash-tv" you announced, seeing his smile as he followed you out to the living room and dimped down into the couch.

"Gladly"

[the-iceni-bitch]

A Good Foundation

Pairing: Curtis Everett x shy!fem Reader (Timber and Flower, No Love Like Your Love AU)

Words: ~1.6 k

Summary: You finally achieve your dream of owning your own bar, but the contractor you hired may be dangerous for your health.

Warnings: explicit language, meet cute, brief view of some of our other couples, fluff, reader is clumsy, Curtis is a giant, they both smell good, no minors due to the AU

A/N: Well, continuing with the extremely soft mood I’ve been in, here’s some more fluff! I threw in some hints about where certain other couples are heading, as well, but it’s really hard to not refer to ninja in the second person, I almost messed that up so many times. Anyway, enjoy these to cuties!!!

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“This is a fantastic proposal.” You smiled nervously at Ari when he gave you a warm grin, tugging on the edge of your sleeves as he and Ransom flipped through the folders you had brought with you. “And I know this is just for the downtown property, but gorgeous mentioned you had ideas for some other sites too?”

“Ye… yes.” You took a deep breath, huffing out a short laugh when Ransom’s wife gave you a thumbs up from where she was looking over her own copy of the proposal she had spent so much time helping you with. “I know there’s an old Mason’s lodge on Plum Island and a church compound in Framingham that could work for some different things.”

“What were you thinking?” Ransom flicked his eyes up from the folder and gave you a reassuring smile when he saw you take a shaky breath. “Hey, it’s ok, you’re doing great.”

“Um, the lodge has some old thermal pools as well as a sweat lodge that could maybe be a spa?” You shrugged and tried to keep eye contact with them. “And the church would make such an interesting restaurant and bar, plus it’s in a really nice area that could lend itself to a bed and breakfast with all the different cottages. Obviously I’d have to completely retrofit them to add plumbing for bathrooms and stuff, but I think it could be really popular. Plus the gardens would be beautiful once they’re a little more manicured.”

“And you’re able to put up half of the capital?” Ari whistled when you nodded, grinning at Ransom and his wife after he closed the folder. “I don’t feel like there’s any way we can pass on this, you really did some fantastic research. Do you have a contractor you’d want to use?”

“No, I don’t really know anyone.” You couldn’t believe this was actually happening, a grin splitting your face as you let yourself relax.

“What, you thinking Everett?” Ransom smiled at Ari when his wife came and wrapped her arms around his chest so she could kiss the top of his head after congratulating you.

“Yeah, he’s been looking for jobs in the area to get more established, and you know he loves restoration projects. I’ll give him your contact info, sweets.” Ari winked at you as he rose to his feet, wrapping you in a big hug that made you let out a happy squeak. “I wish I could go out with you all to celebrate, but I’ve gotta meet the fiancé to go over the menu for the reception, and if I’m late at all we run the risk of ending up with nothing but cookies and candy.”

“I mean, I would be good working up some dessert themed cocktails if it ended up being that.” You giggled when he rolled his eyes with an indulgent smirk. “Let me know either way once you finalize the menu so I can work up some prospective beers, and some cocktails where you can’t taste the booze for your lightweight fiancé.”

“Thank you, sweets.” Ari gave you one more squeeze and the peck on the top of the head before heading out the door. “See you two at the fittings Saturday!

“Give my blondie a big kiss for me!” Dr. Drysdale beamed when her husband stood up and pressed his lips to her temple. “I told you this would go great, you were so nervous!”

You couldn’t believe how fast Ari and Ransom had gotten everything pushed through. It hadn’t even been two weeks and you were already meeting with the contractor at the library you were going to be renovating so it could be your very own bar, it was crazy. Even the fact that the bombshell wasn’t going to be there with you to act as a social buffer wasn’t totally freaking you out like it normally would, you were excited. You tucked yourself in a little isolated reading nook on the second floor, losing yourself in sketching your plans for everything while you waited for this dude to show up.

It was easy to lose yourself in your plans, so engrossed in your sketching you didn’t even hear him come in. Curtis spent a good five minutes looking for you when he got there, finally walking up the stairs and sighing when he caught a glimpse of you all hidden away. He couldn’t even be mad that you hadn’t acknowledged him even after he’d called for you, the way your nose was all scrunched up in concentration and how you kept pushing this one lock of hair out of your face absentmindedly. God, you were cute.

Curtis leaned on the door frame and ducked his head as he watched you continue to work, finally clearing his throat when you still didn’t acknowledge him after a few minutes and biting his lip to avoid chuckling when you let out an adorable little squeak.

“Cur…Curtis?” Oh god, he was huge, he filled the whole doorway and even then he had to duck so he wouldn’t crack his head against the lintel. It was making you lightheaded. “I… I’m so sorry, I got distracted. Have you… have you been here long?”

“A bit but it’s fine, gave me a chance to check the place out.” He didn’t miss the way your legs squeezed together when he stepped closer to you, his hand completely engulfing yours when he reached out to shake it and helped you rise to your feet. “Are those your plans?”

“Plans? Oh right, plans, yes.” Right now you were cursing your friend for ditching you. You didn’t care how good her excuse was, how the fuck were you supposed to be any kind of coherent when this massive tree of a man who smelled like pine and mountain air was looking at you with those soft, impossibly blue eyes? “Um, maybe we do another walkthrough and I can talk through what I’m thinking for each area?”

“Sounds good.” He clenched his jaw when you walked close to him and stopped short, running back for your sketchbook and then up to him again and then huffing out a cute little flustered breath as you looked all over the room. You were so frazzled and adorable with your stammering he just wanted to rub your shoulders, but he figured that would spook you. And it would be wildly inappropriate, what was wrong with him?

“Ok…ok, so this I was thinking could be a secondary bar and some private booths, maybe?” You shuffled through your papers as you tried to collect yourself. “Like, this bar could be just for liquors and cocktails while the downstairs bar would be focused on the beers and we’d have the kitchen and everything.”

“We can make that work.” He shuffled out of the way when you scurried past him, closing his fist around nothing when you stumbled just a little so he wouldn’t reach out and grab you, because he was pretty sure if he touched you right now he wasn’t going to be able to stop. “How many of the original features do you want to keep?”

“Oh, as many as possible.” You tried to smile at him but looked away immediately when you felt heat flush your face, keeping your eyes on your feet as you walked down the stairs side by side. “That’s kind of the whole point, to preserve as much of the history as we can…”

You took your eyes off your feet for just a second and missed a step because you were looking at just how large the man standing next to you was and thinking about how big he was in places you couldn’t see, like a perv. Curtis moved faster than you would have thought possible to wind his arms around you and keep you from tumbling down the stairs, your shriek getting cut off when he yanked you into his chest and damn it, you swooned.

“Shit, are you ok?” You smelled like fresh baked bread and wildflowers and he had been right, he didn’t want to let go of you. “Maybe we put a railing on these stairs?”

“Ahem… hmm, that’s smart.” You hated how tiny your voice was, your palms pressed to his chest, his very firm chest, as you tried not to lose yourself in how incredibly warm he was. “Safe.”

“Yes, safety is very important.” He couldn’t help himself, he tucked his fingers under your chin and pushed your mouth closed. “Why don’t you show me what else you want to do, then I’ll draw up some blueprints for us to go over, ok?”

“Ok.” You sighed when he released you after giving you a squeeze, showing him to the archives section you thought would work well for the kitchen.

Curtis was just barely paying attention to everything you were saying, but he took in enough through your bashful looks and cute little stuttered explanations that he came up with a good idea of what he could work with. And he managed to make plans for the two of you to meet up in a few days once he’d drawn up some preliminaries, giving you a soft smile when you thanked him and squeaked out that you were looking forward to working with him. He was gonna have to get better control of himself, Hal would give him so much shit if he turned into a flirty idiot on the job site.

[ladymarycrawley]

Mrs Mount - Mason Mount

Request: can you write one with Mason, where it’s your first morning as a married couple

Tag list: @masonxomount​ @chelsealover​

Mrs Y/N Mount. Your name combined with his surname sounded so good you still couldn’t believe you finally said yes to each other, in front of your families and friends.

You couldn't stop smiling, you were literally living a dream: marrying the man of your life, your best friend and your partner.

Sometimes you thought it was all a dream and you worried it could all end at any moment.

Mason was there, peacefully sleeping by your side. Your smile got even wider as his little snores would fill the room. His eyelashes gently grazed his skin as his mouth was slightly open.

He looked like a puppy and the hottest man alive at the same time. You always thought that mix would've killed you one day.

You were lying next to him, staring at his body as you let your fingers move his hair away from his forehead.

You couldn't keep yourself any longer away from his face so you placed your lips on his skin and started drawing a trail of small kisses from his forehead to his cupid's bow.

Mason's features scrunched up at your contact against his skin.

"Good morning my beautiful husband" The smile planted on your face showed no sign of decreasing.

Mason, who was struggling to keep his eyes open due to the sunlight lighting up the bedroom, smiled sleepily as he shifted your body closer to his.

"Good morning Mrs Mount" Mason had his arm wrapped around your shoulders, his head nuzzling into your neck, placing a kiss on your neck.

"How was your night?"

"Kinda lively…" you answered alluding to the night of passion you just had with him "...what about you?"

"Mine's pretty busy too"

You let out a little laugh as he moved his arm down to your hips in order to have your back against his chest. 

Mason started smothering you with kisses.

You smiled as your fingers would lightly tap against his bicep and placed a kiss on his outstretched arm.

"Can you believe we got married?"

"I still can't believe it...now you'll have to bear with me for the rest of your life"

"Well, someone had to do it"

You pinched his arm to punish him for his remark, earning a laugh from him and a kiss on your temple.

"You know what l cannot wait to do?"

"What?"

"Lying on the beach, sunbathing"

"So you can finally catch a tan without using a tanning bed"

"Are you making fun of me?"

"I would never" You chuckled and Mason started tickling your body. You started squirming as you were extremely ticklish. 

All the movements you made let Mason tower over you, your faces being millimetres away from each other's. 

You placed your hands on his face.

"I love you Mason"

"I love you too Y/N. Can't wait to spend the rest of my mornings like this with you"

A small peck was placed on his lips.

"So...how're we gonna spend the time that separates us from our honeymoon flight?"

"I think I know what to do…"

Mason's lips went directly to your neck as you laughed and wrapped tighter around his body.

Spending all your mornings like that was all you could've asked for. Cuddling with the man of your dreams, what else? 

[ilovefandoms102]

Fuel

Pairing: Curtis Everett x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Curtis will do whatever it takes to protect what’s his…

Note: IT’S OUR FAVORITE TRAIN DADDY🥵 I’m so so happy to finally have an idea for this man I’ve been wracking my brain for weeks and BOOM it came to me in a dream😁

This is for @sunshinexsin​ writing challenge which you can find here! My song of choice is inspired by the title😁

Warnings🛑:smut(daddy kink, unprotected vaginal sex, sort of public sex, choking, oral(fem receiving), thigh riding, squirting, overstim), kidnapping, heavy violence, blood, guns, murder

You were 15 when the world ended, and you along with the rest of the world were thrown on the train. You were thrown to the tail end where in the beginning it was a fight to stay warm and fed, you’d somehow managed to keep to yourself and only ate when something was offered which was very little.

This was how you met Curtis, he saw you shaking in a corner, and something came over him. From then on, you were his. The two of you had always been close and hardly ever left the other‘s side. You supported him through everything including his resistance to take over the train.

Who knew that would become the biggest regret of his life?

Gilliam knew, he knew what would happen if Curtis kept his rebellious plan going. He knew they would take her, and Curtis would never forgive him for that.

It was a regular call from Mason and her goon squad, everyone was lined up. Curtis held your hand next to him, Edgar on his other side. Once Mason spotted you, she halted the guards.

“That’s her, the girl.” Mason grinned, pointing at you.

Curtis bared his teeth as he pulled you behind him, your hands clutched his jacket in fear. Your people stood up as they tried to take you, fighting against the guards.

“Curtis!” you shouted, but it was too late.

A guard came out of nowhere and hit Curtis in the temple, knocking him out cold. The same guard grabbed a hold of you, dragging you up to Mason. You were terrified, most of the tail enders that are taken up to the front of the train never come back. You’d never see your Curtis again.

Curtis set his plan in motion, he didn’t care what he had to do to get you back. No one, (no one) messed with his girl. He would have you back in his arms if it was the last thing he did. He along with the strongest of his people were making their way to the front of the train.

Curtis killed and took out anyone that was in his way. By the time he was midway through, he was covered in his and other‘s blood. They took out Mason’s men while taking her captive. He planned to torture her until she told him where his girl was.

“Where. Is. She?” Curtis growled, his teeth bared as he got in Mason’s face.

“I don’t know! I swear I don’t know! We took her to the destination Wilford said!” She cried.

“What does he want with her?!” Curtis asked harshly.

“She’s sp-special, that’s what he said.” Mason panted, Curtis squeezed her throat tighter.

“If you’re lying to me-” Curtis started.

“I’m not! I swear I’m not!” Mason pleaded.

“Take me there, now.” Curtis demanded, letting up as he pulled on her chains once he stood.

Mason took them to where she had dropped off the girl, then gunfire rained. The tail enders took cover, Curtis hissed as he was clipped in the shoulder. He caught sight of something…you.

“Y/n,” he whispered to himself.

Nothing else mattered, he was going to get you. Curtis went rabbid, taking his axe and mauling his way to the guards that were holding you.

“Y/N!” Curtis roared, your head whipping as you saw him.

“CURTIS!” you screamed, the guard holding you slammed his fist to your nose.

You spat your blood in his face, kicking his shin effectively knocking him down. You used the chain binding your hands to your advantage, stepping on the knee of the guard coming at you and swinging your other leg over their shoulders. You pulled the chain around the guard‘s neck, kicking another one that came towards you.

Curtis continued fighting his way to you, keeping his eyes on you the entire time. Edgar got back a hold of Mason, holding a knife to her throat. She screeched at the soldiers and guards fighting, commanding they stop. You dropped your knees from the guards shoulders, twisting the chain around their neck and pulling with all your might. You heard the crack, and the body fell with a loud thump.

A fellow tail section member got you free from your bindings, and you took off to your Curtis. He met you halfway, catching you in his arms as your legs wound around his waist.

“Curtis,” you whimpered, holding tight to his muscular body.

“I got ya baby, I got ya.” he sighed as he buried his nose into your neck, inhaling your familiar scent.

Gilliam and the rest of the men got the prisoners set up along with taking Mason for questioning, you hadn’t left Curtis’s side. You were practically glued to him, honestly terrified that if you let go someone else would try to take you from him.

The two of you found a corner away from everyone else, completely wrapped up in each other. You arms wound around his waist while his were around yours, his head laid on top of yours while his fingers gripped a hold of you tight.

“Shouldn't you be questioning Mason Curtis?” you asked.

“Don’t.” he grunted, because he knew what you were doing.

He knew you hated the idea of keeping him from his duties, but you were more important to him than anything to do with the fucking train.

“I just don’t-” you started, but Curtis quickly shut you down again.

“No y/n, I’ve been telling you for almost 16 years now that you are the most important thing to me. Yes, I do want to fulfill my plans and duty to the tail end, but you are my life. Nothing will ever, EVER come before you baby.” Curtis professed, tears gathering in your eyes as you looked up at him.

“I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you so much, so much angel.” he whispered back, sealing his lips to yours.

Everyone but you and Curtis had taken advantage of being in the water section and cleaning up a bit. Now that everyone was asleep or guarding the prisoners, Curtis pulled you with him to the showers. He closed the door, hoping to add at least some privacy. While the two of you are very intimate with the other, the bunks hardly allowed for the two of you to have more than just a quick fuck to not wake anyone.

After the two of you were fully undressed, Curtis pulled you under the hot spray. Lips crashed as your back hit the wall, feverishly dancing as tongues swiped against the others. Curtis swallowed your moans as his fingers pinched and pulled at your aroused nipples, the sensation went right to your core. His knee lodged itself between your legs, encouraging you to grind down on his muscular thigh.

“Baby, did you ask daddy before fucking your pretty pussy on my thigh, hmmm?” Curtis asked, taking your throat in his large hand as he tilted your head back.

“No daddy, ‘m sorry, sorry daddy.” you babbled, but couldn’t help to still grind yourself on him.

“Daddy is in a very giving mood tonight so keep going sweetheart.” he growled, laying a loud slap on your ass while you continued to ride his thigh.

Your teeth latched on to Curtis’s shoulder, catching your mewls as your hips rutted against his as you chased your high. Your clit throbbed against his thigh, the way he tensed it ever so slightly sent you over. Curtis held you to him as he craned your neck back, kissing you breathless as your body shook. You whimpered when he pulled back, missing his closeness as he got to his knees in front of you.

Your eyes widened as he put one of your legs over his shoulder, a loud moan leaving your throat as his tongue licked up your pussy. Curtis hummed at your taste, watching as you continued shaking, but your eyes never left his.

“D-Daddy, it’s-fuck-it’s too much.” you moaned, your back arching as he buried his tongue inside of you.

A strangled gasp escaped as your eyes rolled back, holding Curtis’s hand that held your left breast as he had his favorite meal. He feasted on his girl, licking his way to that spot he knew drove you crazy. He’ll never forget the first time he watched you lose it when he discovered that spot, a moment that will be forever burned into his brain. He loved that he was the only one that ever got to see you like this, the only one that could make you feel like this. It was something he took pride in much to your horror.

He heard before he felt the gush of your cum spraying over his face along with his tongue. Curtis groaned as he slurped at what you gave him, and moments later he was standing and turning you around. You braced your hands on the wall, purring as Curtis slid his hard cock between you sensitive, puffy folds.

“I’ll fuck you right on the engine when we get to the front of the train, how’s that sound angel?” Curtis grinned, slowly sliding himself inside of you.

“Yes! Yes daddy I love that.” you cried out, winding your hand around to hold the back of his head as you met your lips with his.

“Shhhh, can’t wake everyone up sweet angel.” Curtis hushed as his hand slid to your throat again.

“Can’t help it daddy, fuck you-you always make me feel so good.” you sighed as Curtis fucked into you with urgent need.

He couldn't help himself as his free hand slapped against your ass, he loved seeing his handprint on your flesh. He watched as your ass bounced against him as he slammed his cock inside of you, the sounds leaving you so sinful it spurred him on to go faster. At this point, Curtis didn’t give a fuck if he woke up everyone, they’d get the best show of him making his girl fall apart on his cock. Some part of him hoped they were being watched, you looked so pretty taking him in your worn out pussy.

“I need to cum daddy, please-please cum in me.” you whimpered, crying out when another smack was delivered to your ass.

“Cum baby, daddy will give you what you need.” Curtis grunted as he snuck his hand down between your legs.

He rubbed at your clit harshly, just enough to make you shake as you came on him. Curtis fucked you through your last orgasm, only stopping once he himself came inside of you. He caught you when your knees buckled, holding you against him as you both came down. After he pulled out, he turned you and smashed his lips to yours one more time before the two of you actually cleaned yourselves.

The night ended with you and Curtis snuggled up and talking about life after the train is taken over.