#mason mount fic rec

[chillymountsjess]

Really craving some Enemies to Lovers Mason fics right now !!! Pls send me some fic recs 😭 I beg!!! 🙏🏼

Also wanna get into some f1 fics so any recs for that are welcome to!!! 🙈

[sportswriters]

sportswriters' football recommendations list

first of all, we love lists. second of all, we appreciate everyone who takes their time to put these works together, so we decided to do our own recommendation post. at last, these authors deserve all the love, we keep coming back to the space you created in this mess of a world. thank you, truly.

be aware of the individual warnings before reading. if the links are wrong or stopped working, please let us know.

love, namu and ella.

LAST UPDATE: 10/04/2024

guidelines | a: angst, f: fluff, s: smut, c: comedy, 💗: personal favorite

mason mount

yours for the night by @carlottawllms | a, f | friends to lovers

because i love you by @carlottawllms | a, f, s | friends with benefits

on the verge of goodbye by @carlottawllms | a, f | established relationship

a mountain to climb (masterpost 1, masterpost 2) by @mountttmase | a, f, s | series

i'll fix this by @mountttmase | a, f | dad!mason

damage is done by @mountttmase | a, f | established relationship

cold hands, cold heart by @mountttmase | a, f | established relationship

are we okay? by @mountttmase | a, f | friends to lovers

you deserve better by @tsimvkas | a, f | established relationship

bad idea, right? by @julianalvarez9 | f | social media, summer love

christmas miracle by @julianalvarez9 | f | social media

can't choose ft. christian pulisic by @julianalvarez9 | f | social media

dominik szoboszlai

hand holding during sex with dominik szoboszlai by @formulalfc | s, f | established relationship

calling him to pick you up with dominik szoboszlai by @yungbludz | f | situationship

new mate with dominik szoboszlai by @photmath | a, f | friends to lovers(?)

heungmin son

i'm not sick with heungmin son by @itsabitcloudy | f | established relationship

sleepy sonny with heungmin son by @itsabitcloudy | f | established relationship

jude bellingham

just a fan by @kobbiesmainoo | a | established relationship

joão félix

his best friend ft. kai havertz by @yungbludz | s | threesome

smitten by @julianalvarez9 | f | established relationship

i mean it by @yungbludz | s | casual sex

kai havertz

national day by @julianalvarez9 | f | social media, established relationship

adoption by @gagaslonina | f | established relationship

the way i loved you by @gagaslonina | f | established relationship

amnesia by @gagaslonina | a | established relationship

pablo gavi

valentine's day through the years by @spidybaby | f | established relationship

you're losing me by @leilakisakabiri | a, f | established relationship

surprise by @leilakisakabiri | f | established relationship

opposites attract by @808heartz | f | social media

spanish boy by @leilakisakabiri | f | established relationship

liar, liar by @leilakisakabiri | a, f | established relationship

comfort zone by @pedriscroquettes | a, f | academic rivals

antoine griezmann

i feel it coming by @yungbludz | s, a | established relationship

persuade daddy by @footballxixstars | f | dad!griezmann

rúben dias

3 am by @yungbludz | a | exes to lovers(?)

9 am by @yungbludz | s, a | exes to lovers(?)

appreciation post by @julianalvarez9 | f | social media

with you by @coolemmasulivan | a, f | brother's best friend | part 2

teasing for two by @rubenfinity | f | brother's best friend

platonic lies by @mountsmason | a, f | pining, friends to lovers

guardiola!reader by @oh-saints | s | enemies to lovers

a boy on a mission by @natwrites08 | f | dad!rúben

julián álvarez

yellow by @julianalvarez9 | f | strangers to (?)

nhl recs list | list of players we write with | masterlist (soon!)

[anaconamor]

hi! hola! welcome! 🤍💋

please credit me if you use any idea from my blog! my blog is a drama free space! 🤍 do not send requests you’ve sent to other blogs! (this is a +18 account. the fics will be labeled as 🔞 if they contain mature content!)

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anadiasmount -> anaconamor

— (jude bellingham) — || — (ruben dias) —

— (christian pulisic) — || — (mason mount) —

— (trent alexander arnold) — || — (levi colwill) —

© = copyrights all to me! i ask to not copy my work!

[fernandezology]

hii, idk if you like this because i’m bad at coming up with scenarios but maybe something with mason inspired by ‘style’ by taylor swift? I love that song and I know you’re a swiftie🥰

made your mark on me

- mason mount

Rust that grew between telephones was unbearable. It’s been a while since you have heard from Mason. You were wide awake despite the fact that it was late and the streets were quiet and peaceful. Lights from the street didn’t illuminate your room as they usually do,they were overpowered by fog. Silk sheets underneath you and the scent of musk remind you even more of him. His absence.

Moments spent together were replaying in your head and it kept your mind occupied from pictures that your friends sent you a few days ago. Him with another girl. Who is she and why were you replaced with her? “Please don’t be in love with someone else.” you whispered to yourself,hoping he would magically hear it.

Two of you weren’t official,but that didn’t make this any easier. Was anything he ever said to you sincere? Did he already forget about you? Forgetting him wasn’t an option for you,it’s hard not to remember with how much passion he kissed you last time. If you knew that was the last time,you would hold him as long as possible. Your hands were always cold,but he loved how they felt whenever you cupped his face with them.

Your thoughts were interrupted by an incoming call. From an unknown number? Truthfully,you didn’t have the energy to deal with prank calls or whatever that was. Whoever it was,they were persistent about hearing from you since you got another seven calls until you decided to answer the call. Before you even get the chance to ask who it was,you hear a familiar voice.

“Y/N,please don’t hang up and hear me out. Please.”

His change in voice didn’t go unnoticed,he sounded like he was crying,his voice more quiet and softer than it usually is. You took a deep breath and wanted to sound as calm as possible.

“You are unbelievable…but okay what do you have to say?”

He sighed,released you didn’t hang up immediately. Even if you did,he knew it would be well deserved.

“Wanna come for a drive? We should talk and I promise I will explain everything you wanna know.”

It was hard to say no to him,especially in the state you were in now. You needed him. So desperately to the point that it frightened you, what if he just wants to end things?

“I’ll be there soon and thank you. You have no idea how much I needed you this whole time.”

This was exactly why midnights brought you comfort. Your rides with no destinations. Waiting for sunrises if your schedules allowed it. Talking all night with no interruptions,laughing while blasting music, confessing how much both of you are scared of being vulnerable to someone.You quickly put on your coat and red lipstick because he would emphasize how it’s made for you. And because he loved ruining it and seeing it on his cheeks. It is safe to say that you made your mark on him, literally and figuratively.

The street was still dark so you assumed he hadn’t come yet and the anticipation slowly killed you. It felt like he called you hours ago. A few moments later,you heard a knock on your door and you opened it for him. He immediately embraced you tightly. “Never let me go,do you hear me Y/N? “ You cupped his face and even though it was dark,you saw pure bliss and love in his eyes.

“Wasn’t planning on it, but you were the one who left me and they saw you with some other girl.”

“What you heard is true,but I can’t stop thinking about us and I’m so sorry that it had to come to this. I’m an idiot for letting you go and possibly losing you for good. It’s not an excuse,but you already know how scared I am of ruining what we have and hurting you.”

“Do you think about me?” He raised his eyebrows at that question and sat on your couch and pulled you into his lap.

“Sometimes it feels like I think about you every minute,” he whispered.

“I hate how much I want you,” you admitted. “It’s a weakness.”

“Then it will be a weakness we share.”

“Speaking of weaknesses,” he started as he was taking off your coat, “you know what’s my other weakness?”

a/n: open for any kind of feedback and requests if you have any, i hope you liked it<3 to be honest, i wasn’t sure about posting this but i dedicate my first post to @yungbludz and @jesssssssssica 🥰 thank you so much for your support,advice and help with this!

[footiehoemcfc]

This is exactly what i needed todayy, so cutee😭❤️❤️❤️

New Beginnings

Mason Mount x Reader Fluff Word Count: 2.3K

Now that the situation is finally solved, I felt like we all needed a little sth to “find closure” as well. This is not proof read, apologies for any mistakes! :)

As always, feedback is very much appreciated! Enjoy <3

When the door locked behind you, you were unsure of what to expect. You’d wanted to stay home and spend the evening with Mason, knowing that the possibility of a change in the situation hovered over him, but then his dad had come over and your brother had needed help and Mason had convinced you he’d be fine for not even two hours. But now that there was nothing but silence in the house, you regretted leaving.

Not even 20 minutes ago, Tony had messaged you: They found an agreement.

Making what had been on the back of your mind for months a reality now: Mason would be leaving his boyhood club after an ordeal of constant back and forth, unnecessary and painful drama and negative PR.

Because of the despair and disappointment Mason had experienced throughout the last weeks and months, you were relieved that everything had finally come to an end, but since he’d never given up the faint hope that Chelsea would change their mind and keep him, you were unsure whether the agreement was a good or bad ending.

The keys jingled as you placed them on the small table in the hall and just a couple of seconds later Mason appeared. He stopped in his tracks when your eyes locked and just like him you were frozen on the spot, not knowing whether to smile or not as his expression wasn’t giving away how he felt.

Keep reading

[footiehoemcfc]

Okay so I have so many fave writers on here that I go to their master list almost every day! They deserve so much love for their writing bc I know they go out of their way to post for us and they do such a good job every single time! So, I thought I would share the blogs that I love:

@mountttmase @carlottawllms @errythinisblue @masonmtxo @masn-mount @cityfanchelseaslut @stonesyy @masonspulisic @tescomason @masonmovnt @kepamount @julianalvarez9 @ladymarycrawley @avenirdelight

Their fics are the best. One of the main reasons I'm doing this also is bc there is a lack of interaction so I hope they get more love on here!❤️❤️❤️

[chillymountsjess]

I just wanted to come here and tell all you beautiful fic writers that I absolutely adore you and your writing and I am so grateful that you take the time to write these incredible fics and share them with us!!

I hope you know that you are so loved and that your fics bring so much joy and comfort for so many of us !!!!

I follow so many incredible writers and every time I see you’ve posted a fic I get so excited.

You are loved, you are appreciated, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for sharing your works with us ❤️❤️❤️

I’m not going to go and tag every writer but if you see this just know I love you ❤️

[notsoattractivearenti]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

janelle ik i’m super late lol but thanks for this ask! 🫶🏻

hmmm i think everyone will figure out what type of fic i love to read AND write 🤭 tho i LOVE writing angst angst - aka no happy ending

1 + 1 = 4 (mason mount)

Family Day Out (christian pulisic)

In The Crowd (mason)

Surprise x2 (christian)

It’s Time To Leave (mason)

[fernandezology]

｡･ﾟﾟ･✨🍯🧸 masterlist ☁💌

requests: open!

mason mount

don’t take me for granted

made your mark on me

christian pulisic

checkmate,i couldn’t lose

fragments of us: part one

kepa arrizabalaga

“soft” launch,insta au

leandro trossard

coming soon!

martin ødegaard

coming soon!

marcus rashford

coming soon!

jude bellingham

coming soon!

pablo gavi

this one is for you

late night confessions

joão félix

coming soon!

recommendation list

[mountttmase]

✨ Fic Rec Friday ✨

I love poorly Mase 🥹 this is exactly how I imagine him being like super clingy and cheeky and I just love this so so much 🥰 I wanna give him kisses when I know I shouldn’t 🙄

[mountttmase]

✨ Fic Rec Friday ✨

Thought it might be cute to post one of my favourite fics from my favourite writers every Friday in order to share the love a little bit and rediscover some old fics I used to read. Don’t even care if this flops I still want to do it 😂

There could only be one person for the first week and that’s @carlottawllms 🙊 I’ve loved her writing since I very first saw it when she began to post and when I started posting my own she made me feel so welcome and just makes me laugh every single day. This is definitely one of my favourites like even reading it back made me tear up so please please give it a read and send her all your lovely thoughts cause she’s just the best person I know 🥰🥰🥰

[mountttmase]

✨Fic Rec Friday✨

Wanted to share my favourite smut of all time with you guys like this genuinely makes me 🫠🫠🫠 it’s a once a week read for me I just need it 🩷 thank you for writing this @moneymasnn

[formulalfc]

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who i write for:

football: alisson becker, joe gomez, virgil van dijk, ibrahima konate, kostas tsimikas, andy robertson, trent alexander arnold, curtis jones, dominik szoboszlai, ryan gravenberch, cody gakpo, darwin nunez, jude bellingham, christian pulisic, marcus rashford, levi colwill, ben chilwell, deli ali, jadon sancho, mason mount, kylian mbappe, kai havertz, joao felix, pablo gavi, pedri gonzalez, frenkie de jong, gio reyna, jobe bellingham

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lots of love xoxo

[chillymountsjess]

Oh 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Last Train To London - Mason Mount

A/N: This is just pure sadness. It was fun to write, I'll give you that, but you may need a tissue. Mason, buddy, in this fic, ya done fucked up.

Listen to this while reading:

Warnings: Angst

It had happened slowly, then before you knew it, you and Mason were like passing ships in the ocean. 

Your relationship had always been steadfast. You were the couple everyone wanted to be, everyone wanted what you had. His family adored you, especially Summer, who loved going shopping with her Auntie Y/N. His mum swore up and down right from the moment she had met you six months into your relationship that you were it for him, that you would be the one he would marry. He’d shared the same sentiments. In your nearly four years together, the fans had grown to know and adore you on a level no football wife or girlfriend had experienced before. You were so popular among the Chelsea team, it was no wonder you were almost as popular as Mason was, and you didn’t even play for the team. 

In the weeks leading up to his move to Manchester, however, you had noticed a distinct change in Mason, and in your relationship. Date nights had gone from three or four times a week, to maybe once every fortnight. He spent much of the evenings on the phone or on Zoom calls with his agent, with the medical teams, with Manchester United representatives. The morning cuddles in bed had been replaced by a swift kiss on your forehead before he hurried off to training or the gym. You had initially put his distance down to the fact that he was busy upping his whole life to the north, and his occasional snappiness to the fact that he was incredibly stressed about the rumours. He was getting hate from everywhere, the fans, media outlets, even people on the street. Calling him a traitor, disloyal, every name under the sun. 

Once the transfer was completed and you and Mason had relocated to Manchester, you had hoped that your relationship would improve. You put in every effort you could; making sure you put extra effort into making sure the house was spick and span for when he came home, ensuring the fridge had all sorts of food for every occasion, making sure you looked good even when you were going to bed. 

And yet, you could tell none of it was good enough. His heart had drifted, you could see that. You were holding on to false hope, and it was exhausting you. You spent hours awake at night, noticing that some nights he wouldn’t come home until three or four in the morning. He would shuffle about downstairs, and the next morning, you would find him crashed out on the sofa, eyes red and his hair messy. 

You’d asked him if he was okay, if your relationship was okay, and all he had offered you was a shrug, saying he’d talk when he was ready. You’d sigh, knowing you were losing him, and there was nothing you could do about it. Once, he’d got angry that you had sighed, saying there was still a lot going on. You’d ended up having a shouting match that lasted well into the night, and you cried yourself to sleep on more than one occasions.

The loneliness you were starting to feel crept in even more. You missed your friends in London, you missed Chelsea, you were never particularly keen on moving up north, having been a born and bred Londoner. Although Kai and Sophia were now in North London, you would rather be closer to them. You didn’t want to admit to them that you and Mason were having issues, but you didn’t know where else to go. 

Sophia had been so helpful, offering her and Kai’s new home to you anytime you needed it. You’d asked her not to tell anyone, but you figured one way or another people would find out. Sure enough, one day, when Mason was out somewhere, Ben sent you a message.

Benjamin: Hey Y/N, just checking in. How are you holding up? I know how difficult it is moving to a new place. We miss you down here. Lots of love x

You had stared at his message for about five minutes, before you rang him. He picked up on the second ring.

‘Benji, I’m not okay,’ you croaked through the lump in your throat.

‘What’s happened, darling? Talk to me, I’m right here.’ And so, you told him everything. About the arguments, the loneliness, the distance…

‘I just don’t know what to do, Benj. I feel like we’re miles away from each other when we live in the same house. What did I do wrong? What happened to us? I thought we were endgame. What do I do?’ He sighed, making the line go crackly. 

‘You’ve done nothing wrong. I think everything’s gone to his head, and without wanting to be blunt, he’s realised what he wants and what he doesn’t want.’ His words sent a stake through your heart, but you knew he was right. Mason was falling out of love with you. 

‘I just never thought this would happen.’ 

‘Me neither. All of us thought you guys would last. So, what are you going to do?’ You looked down. You knew what you had to do, as much as it shattered your heart. 

‘I’m going to pack my things, as much as I can into whatever bags I have, and get on the last train home to London. It’s late, I think the last train to London from Manchester leaves just before midnight. I just can’t hold on any longer, you know? I’ve been miserable for weeks, and he’s barely noticed. I can’t remember the last time we hugged, kissed. I need to do this for me.’ 

‘I’ll pick you up, text me where your train gets in and I’ll be there. You’re not going through this alone, Y/N, I promise you. He’s the idiot for losing a wonderful girl like you.’ As devastated as you were, his words made you feel slightly better knowing that you weren’t going through it alone. You’d been through a break up before and had been completely on your own, and you were glad you had your people around you. 

You and Ben talked a little while longer, before you hung up, promising to tell him when your train would be getting in. You sat up from the sofa, knowing you had to pack a bag or two. 

It was nearly 11:30 at night when you’d finished packing. Placing your bags by the door, you made sure you had all your important things, like your passport, driving licence and your phone. You would iron out everything once you had things sorted out in London.

As you zipped up a little shoulder bag with all your necessities, the front door opened. You heard Mason drop his bags down, and you knew by the pause of movement that he had seen your bags. He walked slowly into the dimly lit kitchen, where you were standing with your phone in your hand, pretending to look at something just to avoid looking at him. You knew if you did look at him, you’d reverse your decision. 

‘What’s going on?’ Mason asked, voice full of confusion. You braved it, and looked him dead in the eye, hands on your hips.

‘I’m leaving. I’ll be on the last train back to London.’ He opened and closed his mouth a few times, reminding you of a goldfish.

‘What? What are you talking about?’ You let out a soft scoffing laugh.

‘I’m going back home. I’m breaking up with you, Mason, I can’t do this anymore. You have barely looked at me the last few weeks. I get it’s been stressful, I get you’ve been busy, but you don’t think you could have told me what was going on? You’re barely here anymore, I barely see you. And when I do, it’s like I’m seeing a stranger. When was the last time you hugged me? The last time you kissed me? This just doesn't feel like home.’ Your voice broke on the last sentence, and you looked down. You couldn’t cry. Not now, not in front of him. You had to wait until you were on the train home to let it all out. You could listen to sad music and let it all out. ‘The last four years have been amazing. We have grown up together, basically. And we’ve made the most amazing memories, hell, the Champions’ League, the Super Cup, World Cup, Euros, it’s all been a dream come true. But we have to face it, we are not happy together anymore. And I need to do what’s best for me, because I feel like a stranger in my own home.’

His face was a mix of anger, disappointment and downright heartache. He knew he’d lost you. He knew you well enough that you had made your mind up, and there was nothing he could do to turn back time and make it better. 

‘I have tried so hard…’ Your voice broke again. ‘I have tried so hard to make us work. I kept the house tidy, I put food on the table, I was there to listen but you never talked. You never made any effort after we moved up here. I dare to think this started even before we moved up here.’ He stepped closer, and it was then that you could see the tears pooling in his eyes. ‘I really hope you find the girl of your dreams, Mase. You deserve that. And I hope this move was worth it all.’ You looked down at the promise ring he’d given to you on your second anniversary. Sliding it off and gently placing it onto the counter, you took a deep breath. ‘Goodbye, Mason.’ 

And with that, you walked past him and collected your bags. Your Uber was waiting outside to take you to Manchester Central. As the car sped away, you saw Mason running out of the house, yelling your name. 

‘Y/N! Y/N, please wait! I’m sorry…’ His pleas faded as the car drove away. The driver looked at you through the rearview mirror, but you stared stubbornly out of the window. You couldn’t turn back now, he had to feel the pain you had been feeling the last few weeks. You had so many things to sort out when you were back in London; a job, a flat, your car, everything just seemed so overwhelming. 

As you climbed onto the high-speed sleeper train bound for King’s Cross, you texted Ben to tell him that your train would get in about 3 in the morning. He messaged you back:

Benjamin: No worries, will bring food. Keep strong, I'm so proud of you x

The train pulled away, and you rested your head against the window. Your breath fogged the glass as the lights of Manchester gradually faded away, giving way to dark fields and the occasional small village. Your phone pinged with another message:

Mason: I’m so sorry. 

Then another.

Mason: Please forgive me. 

And another.

Mason: What can I do to make things better? 

You looked at his last message. What could he do to make things better? Rewind the last few weeks? You sighed as your finger acted without thought and blocked his number. You then went onto Instagram and blocked his main verified account, then his private account. Before you blocked his private account, however, you had a final glance at the photos of your relationship that littered it. His main account was football focused, but anyone who followed his private account could see he’d worshipped the ground you walked on. Tears were falling thick and fast down your cheeks. What had happened to you? You locked your phone, resting your head on your arms. 

The future was uncertain and your heart was aching, but you were going to be back in London, surrounded by your people. You knew that somehow, some day, you were going to be okay. 

[sportswriters]

welcome to sportswriters!

this account has two authors: ella, 26, she/her & namu, 25, she/her. we're from brazil. two besties writing for fun since high school.

we're going to focus on writing football, ice hockey (nhl) and baseball (mlb) scenarios. feel free to request some ideas!

important: we don't write heavy topics such as death, tragedy, violence or bdsm. we also don't write ships between players.

here's the list of players we write for:

football

mason mount

rúben dias

phil foden

jude bellingham

aymeric laporte

joão félix

pablo gavi (no smut)

pedri gonzalez

aaron ramsdale (no smut)

kepa arrizabalaga

kai havertz

antoine griezmann

trent alexander-arnold

heungmin son

nhl

jeremy swayman

martin necas

jack drury

jesperi kotkaniemi

mlb (send requests!)

matt chapman

masterlist (soon!) | football fic recs | nhl fic recs

[avalentina]

My Fic Recs!

My tastes are relatively straight forward. 90% of the time I'm going straight for the juiciest smut piece I can find for whatever my obsession of the day is. (LATELY: THE ONE AND ONLY LOVE OF MY LIFE... CHRISTIAN MATE PULISIC!)

Harry Styles Recs:

@watchmegetobsessed @gurugirl @fkinavocado @finelinevogue @lukesaprince @freedomfireflies @avocadoguru @eveningepiphany @justlemmeadoreyou @cupid-styles @jarofstyles

Story Recs for H.S.

We'll Be Alright by finelinevogue

Snacks and Sex by watchmegetobsessed

The Arrangement mini series by gurugirl

Forgive Me Father (Priestrry) series by gurugirl

Yours, Mine, Ours, Theirs (Mafia!Harry) series by freedomfireflies

Complicated Freak by lukesaprince

Rich Series by lukesaprince

Daddy Does It Better H.S. by lukesaprince 😝

Lupis Noctis by avocadoguru

Welcome to the final show series by eveningepiphany

Christian Pulisic Recs:

@thoseboysinblue @riahollywood @pulisicsgirl @neverinadream

Unbroken by thoseboysinblue

What Nobody Sees Series by thoseboysinblue

Footballer Recs: (Mason Mount, Kepa Arriziabalaga, Kai Havertz, Ruben Dias, Jude Bellingham, and Kylian Mbappe)

@canirove

Rewinding Us (M.M.) by @coolemmasulivan2

StepDad Kepa by @gagaslonina

Fans are assholes R. Dias by @frenchvanilla-mase

more to come!

Draco Malfoy Recs:

@talesofadragon @littlemissnoname13 @goldenbuckyyy @weaselbrownie @maraudersaffair @slytherinwh0re @k2padfoot @somenewsarah

Story Recs for D.L.M:

Essence of Belonging by talesofadragon

Walls & Veils, 2 part by littlemissnoname13

Forever by weaselbrownie

Literature by @fandom-puff

Sebastian Sallow Recs:

@sebastianswallows

One of My All-Time Favorite Stories:

Baby Number Six (George Weasley x Reader) by @rip-us-xoxo

Hope you find some you like!

-Ava