#mason mount oneshot

[prettymase]

FINDING OUR WAY BACK TO EACH OTHER

CHAPTER ONE

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"Rosè, slow down." you shouted from behind her little self. Your one year and six month daughter ran as fast as she could, as fast as her little chubby legs allowed her. As soon as Rosè heard the sound of the front door open, she was out of your sight. You sighed, wiping your hands with a hand towel, before walking to the front of the house.

The scene you were encountered with made your heart grow a couple sizes inside your chest. Her dad's suitcase plopped down with a big sound, forgotten as his daughter made her way to him, holding his little girl close to him as he repeatedly kissed her head.

"Daddy missed you so much, Rosè." Mason whispered. As well as for Rose who tried to reply to Mason, although she could only get out 'daddy' or 'dada.'

After a moment, without letting Rosè go, Mason looked up finding your sight, his smile only managed to get wider when he saw you, "Hi Y/N."

"Hi..." You corresponded to his greeting. You maintained eye contact, making your stomach burn under his gaze. You hadn't realised how much you had missed him up until now. "How have you been?" Your intention to sound calm and collected went in the bin.

"Now that I'm home," Mason said directly to you. "I'm fucking amazing."

You rolled your eyes at him, "Mase, the swearing!!!" You pointed at Rose while scolding him.

"Sorry, you don't repeat that until you're thirty," he stopped to kiss Rosè's brown curly locks. "Or mumma will be pissed with daddy."

You turned around on your feet and made your way to the kitchen. "You're impossible." You muttered.

"I heard that!!" Mason chuckled.

You listened to Rosè and her daddy talk for a bit. It was mostly Mason with little sound interventions from their daughter. He was so gentle with Rosè that you couldn't fight the warmth spreading through your limbs. Instead, you tried, key word being tried, to distract yourself by starting the kettle.

"Were you a good girl for your mumma?

"I missed you so much. Did you miss daddy?

"C'mon let's go to mumma"

Sooner than later, Mason appeared into the kitchen with Rosè. He made his little girl while dancing around the kitchen for a minute. He was always so sweet and soft around Rosè. In these moments, you were very happy with the universe because your little girl had the most amazing daddy, and you wouldn't change that even though the circumstances were a little weird, but you promised yourself that if your daughter was happy then so were you.

You let yourself admire them. The little Mount had missed Mason more than her little body was prepared to bare. Multiple times Rosè would search for Mason around the house when she'd find herself missing him which was about 100x a day which drove you insane because you couldn't really do anything about it but you made long distance work for the three weeks Mason was away.

Mason obviously had to travel for work, the prospect of not moving from home was quite literally impossible.

Multiple facetime sessions, hundreds of photos and obviously seeing her dad on the tv. After a complicated few weeks, this was Rosè's moment - mostly - to be happy and to celebrate her favourite human coming home. You, who witnessed everything along her side was bursting for your little ray of sunshine.

The kettle had reached the boiling point, bringing you out of your daydreaming. You made two cups of tea and placed them on to the kitchen island. Mason tried leaving Rosè on the chair to his right, but she wasn't having it. Finally, when Rosè sat on her father's lap you laughed under your breath knowing that she's going to be clinging onto Mason all day. Looking at the two from the opposite side of the island you were just admiring how Rosè looks exactly like her father, even at a young age, stubborn when she set herself a certain goal.

Looking at Mason, you noticed how exhausted he looked. "Thanks for this." He said after taking a sip of his tea.

"You look tired, Mase." You pitied him sometimes. The pressure of the public opinion and him being his own critic.

"I'm exhausted but i missed you both." He said moving his leg up and down, making Rosè jump up and down giggling. "But i can't wait to get into bed."

"I made your bed. I didn't mean to intrude, I just thought it would nice -" You tried to explain.

"The perfect housewife!" Mason interrupted as he flashed you a smirk which you knew that he was just kidding.

"Omg shut up." You failed miserably to hide your rosy cheeks behind your cup of tea. " Don't say that. You already know the amount of -" you stopped yourself from swearing in front of Rosè. "things people talk about us." You exposed one of your current worries.

"Yeah, well I don't care. You shouldn't either. Let them talk, only we know what's going on and quite frankly no one else needs to know too. It's none of their business."

You knew you shouldn't but at the same time, you wasn't famous at all and your life was pretty normal for anyone to care about. Still, being the mother of Mason Mount's daughter was enough to drag some unsolicited attention. "Have you read the articles they put out?"

Mason threw his head down, leaving kisses on Rose's head. He had read them, he had tabs on his phone with notifications. Mason wished to have the power to shut them up once and for all. Mason didn't want that life for Rosè or you in that case. He wanted to protect their privacy. "Yes i have. I'm going to kepp my opinions close to my heart for now." Mason said with a tone of anger in his voice. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault, Mase."

He didn't respond. Mason felt like he was the only one to blame, for every violation of their intimacy. These reporters were always nasty, however the worst started when you got pregnant, when they decided to co-parent, adding to the mix living in the same house. Reporters made the multiple decisions they took as parents of Rosè one of their disgusting website's top stories.

You and Mason were good friends before anything else happened between the two of you, so that option was the most reasonable at the time. The press and public thought otherwise.

You tried, really tried, to ignore them. Falling in the process. mason tried to persuade you multiple times about ignoring whatever they were saying, the comments of random people on twitter, even when he wasn't any better at it.

Truth was, not only you would read about what they had to say about Rosè or you. Sometimes at night, when Mason was away, you fell onto those sites. Articles included Mason's relationship with you. You deep down knew you and Mason wouldn't be anything more but it was hard to think that one day he would be with a woman that's not her. Not that it was your business, you weren't a couple before and definitely not now. You tried to repeat it as a mantra, trying to convince yourself that even though you are co-parenting it doesn't mean anything else.

Deep down, you knew it would eventually happen. He was at the top of his career, being fitter than ever and showing a new mature side as a father. Soon a girl would make him fall hard, and unfortunately it wasn't going to be you. You were his friend and the mother of his daughter only. You knew Mason loved you like a friend. Only like that. Not Mason or anyone knew the deep feelings you were trying really hard to suppress.

You felt sorry for yourself when thinking about those fantasies of him with a well put together woman. Someone who was the opposite of you. Someone who wears make up everyday, has a body you’d give an arm to have, and above all, someone smarter than you. You happened to be far from that now. Having a toddler was hard work, alongside with your 9-5 office job. Most of the time, at home, you wore comfy clothes, stained with something that Rosè had put on you or something, your hair up in a messy bun and zero make up. You couldn’t remember the last time you worked out. It was just all over the place in your head, and on top of that trying to be the best mum in the world for Rosè.

“Y/N?” Mason said, startling you out of your thoughts. You looked at him with your eyes blank. “We lost you for a second.”

“Sorry.”

“Everything okay?” He asked, visibly concerned about you. Meanwhile, Rosè tried to participate in the conversation with Mason. You softly grinned at her.

“Yeah, just tired.” You lied. Before Mason could say anything else - something that would successfully break down your walls by making you talk about your worries. “How about you go play with daddy while I clean the kitchen, hm?” You asked Rosè. You felt like you needed to keep some distance from Mason, even though he had just arrived home.

Mason laughed at Rosè’s excitement while standing up and off they went into the living room to play with his daughters learning blocks she loved doing.

After leaving the mugs on the sink, hearing your daughter giggle with her dad made your heart melt, it was one of your favourite sounds. You took a deep breath, you didn’t know how you would keep your shit together, but for the good of your daughter you were willing to do everything.

Even keeping your feelings at bay.

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[threelionsgirl]

karma is my boyfriend| mason mount

part II of better with me

summary: y/n and mason finally arrive in cancun with y/n having to make a serious decision; while trying to understand her feelings for mason warnings: none word count: 1.760 notes: it's been a long time since i've posted anything, this was a sequel that i've been writing for a while, i even thought about posting it on wattpad bc i really like the plot, but i don't know, do you want a sequel? let me know!!! also i wanted to say that english isn't my first language so sorry for the mistakes, not reviewed (ignore the title too, I couldn't think of anything better

After just over two hours of pure sex with Mason, Y/N had decided that this was the best way to travel by plane, but she wasn't iron either. She was exhausted, and he wasn't much different either. For the rest of the time, realising they had no choice, they silently agreed to raise a peace flag, at least until the plane landed. They were still sharing that small sofa, but decided to put on some warmer clothes while the same blanket covered them. Y/N had discovered that she could occupy the same seat with Mason without fighting with him or fucking him… She hadn't felt that sensation since… Since they were 15, when things started to change between them and a part of her, however small, missed her friend. "So why didn't you break up with him?" Mason asked. They had been talking for a while about trivial things, and that was one of his biggest doubts. The low light and the cold climate made the atmosphere of the plane pleasant for that. He had one arm under her body and his Serbian bicep as a pillow to support her head. "Him who?" "Your boyfriend, Jake." Y/N grimaced as she remembered him. She didn't want to remember him while she was still with Mason, because she knew that cheating on him had been wrong.

"Well, I don't know… He's a nice guy, he treats me well, and I know he loves me." Guilt seemed to consume her even more after saying that, Jake was a nice guy, he didn't deserve what she was doing to him, even though she wasn't sorry. "I guess I was trying to focus on these things, thinking that it would be immature to end a relationship because of sex; Sex shouldn't be the basis of a relationship, and it shouldn't matter so much. I mean, there are people who live just fine without sex, right?" "You're not one of those people, so you're not going to live well that way." He said, and she looked at him, thinking that behind all that arrogance, Mason actually had a thinking brain. "I also agree that it shouldn't be the basis, but sex is fucking important." "You're right, I was just fooling myself. When we get there, I'll give him a call." "To break up?" He asked unassumingly, but with a faint thread of hope running through him. "Yeah, maybe, I guess. I mean, I don't want to hurt him, but I need to tell him I had sex with you. I'm sure he won't be happy to know." She pondered, knowing it would be difficult, but confident that it was the right thing to do. "What about you? Why did you break up with Karen?" She turned sideways to look at him, no longer feeling awkward about having his body so close and wanting to look him in the eye. Mason wanted to pull her around the waist with his other hand and entwine his legs in hers, but somehow it didn't seem right.

"She was suffocating me." He let off steam, remembering how sometimes, or almost always, Karen could be annoying. Mason preferred to summarise the story, the details were too stupid to hold Y/N's attention. "The Euro final was too difficult, and I really didn't want to bring her to Cancún with us." "Hmm." It was the only thing she decided to say, realising that Mason didn't want to prolong the subject any further, and neither did she. Y/N stared at the roof of the plane, listening to the noise of the wind and the engines, the two of them there, it seemed like a parallel reality, and she began to wonder what it would be like when the plane landed. A part of her didn't want things to change because it scared the shit out of her. "Mount?" "What is it, princess?" His eyes were almost closed, but he opened them wide when he heard her voice. "I was serious at the time, let's not tell anyone about it." She said, pointing at him and herself. Mason stopped to think for a moment, in his mind this was the start of something new, but Y/N wasn't really interested in making things change. This fuelled something bitter inside him, so he decided to act the same way.

"I also think it'll be better if they don't know." She shook her head, sure that the subject was closed when he whispered: "So, do you hate me again?" "Wait until the plane lands, now I just want to sleep." Y/N spoke as if sleeping in his arms was the most comfortable place she had ever slept. It made Mason angry, but he couldn't do anything as he watched her eyes grow heavy, as Y/N fell asleep so close to his body. Not while that moment was all he ever wanted.

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"Look who's finally here? So? How was your trip? I guess you got through it without killing yourselves." Declan laughed as Mason and Y/N got off the plane. They had finally landed, and Y/N's brother decided that he would be the one to meet them at Cancún airport. Y/N couldn't believe it when the plane finally landed. When she woke up on top of Mason, from the window she could see that it was morning, she locked herself in the bathroom and only came out when they were minutes away from landing. It was time to get back to normal, and she had to get ready. She changed her clothes and dressed up as much as possible, trying to look like she hadn't had a hectic night of sex. Y/N left first, coming through the door like a rocket. She stared at Declan with fire in her eyes. Unlike her, he was in a good mood, smiling and wearing sunglasses to protect his eyes from the beautiful sun. "You're a terrible brother, you know that?" She grumbled, walking past him and handing him her bag to carry. He looked at Mason for answers, Declan thought that Y/N would get so angry that she would storm out of the plane swearing a thousand words and slapping his arm, but she seemed quite calm.

"What's up, bro." He greeted Mason and the two of them started walking side by side, behind Y/N who was a few steps ahead.

"I really thought she'd be angrier, what happened there?" Mason bit the inside of his cheek, flashes of the trip flooded his mind and he remembered every moment with Y/N, but he also remembered the deal they had made not to tell anyone, and that included Declan, so it was inevitable that he would have to lie to his best friend. He looked ahead so that Dec wouldn't notice. "I don't know, I slept the whole journey. Do you know how hard it is to put up with a girl as boring as the princess for so many hours?" "Don't be late next time then!" Dec slapped him on the back, laughing. He had thought he was a genius when he came up with the idea of putting Mason and Y/N on the same plane. That experience must have been the worst for both of them, and he found it amusing. The journey out of the airport was uneventful. They had decided to rent a mansion on the beach instead of staying in a hotel with the excuse of having more privacy. Lauren, Alex and Ben were already there when Dec, Mase and Y/N arrived. They hadn't really done much while waiting for the other two. Their plan was to set aside a few hours to rest and go out in the evening.

The house was big enough for everyone to have their own room, with the exception of Lauren and Declan, who preferred to stay together as expected. Y/N discovered that the last two rooms left were facing each other, which meant that Mason would be her next door neighbour. It was for these reasons that she hated arriving after everyone else. She went to her room to unpack and Alex went to help her so they could talk. The only thing Y/N could think about was taking a nice shower. "So, Y/N, is Jake coming?" Alex asked, throwing herself onto her bed after a while. Y/N was on the floor with her suitcases open, looking for an outfit to wear for the evening. Jake. She hadn't even stopped to think about him because remembering that she had cheated on her boyfriend wasn't the best thought. "I'm going to break up with him." "What? Why?" Alex stood up quickly, surprised. In her mind, Y/N and Jake were the happiest couple in the world, she couldn't imagine that they were facing problems to the point of breaking up. "Do you want me to be honest?" Y/N paused. "He's terrible in bed, and I've realised that I can't live without cumming." "Is that serious?" Alex was dumbfounded. Y/N just thought that she would only be more shocked if she knew that it was Mason who had made her realise all that. But Mason was her secret under lock and key.

"Very serious. I'll finish this" She indicated the clothes in her suitcase. "And call him." "You're going to end a year-long relationship over a mobile phone?" Alex looked sceptical, it was all so sudden. Y/N stood up, pondering. God, she had betrayed him, and now she was going to end it all with a phone call. She was a terrible person. That's for sure. Karma was her boyfriend and would come for her at any moment. "Do you want me to make you come here just to finish?" Either option was terrible. She could also pretend that nothing had happened and carry on with Jake, but that seemed even worse. As well as lying to him, she'd be lying to herself. "It makes sense." Alex agreed. Y/N shrugged and took a towel out of her bag. Through the crack in the door, she saw Mason, shirtless, entering his room, and bit her lip. A few hours later and she was already missing his hot body, but NO, it wasn't going to happen again. Ever.

"You look strange, Y/N." Alex's voice roused her from her thoughts, and Y/N stopped staring at the door, trying to forget that Mason was half-naked next door. "No, I'm not. I'm just… thinking about what we're going to do today." "Well, I don't know what I'm going to do, but you'll definitely be looking for a guy who can make you come." Alex laughed, walking past her and slapping her on the bum. Y/N sighed and laughed back. Alex had no idea that Y/N had already found this guy, and he was only a door away.

[mountsmason]

Conflicting Emotions; Part 1

summary: it was the world cup quarter-finals, with your national team England playing against France. so it was less than ideal to have a French boyfriend, as it would leave one of you completely dejected.

pairing: any French player x reader, slightly mason mount x reader

a/n: needed some angst in my life so I wrote this :))

The final whistle blew, signalling the match was over. A sudden heaviness overcame your body as you inhaled a shallow breath.

England lost the quarter-finals against France.

The atmosphere divided into two, with half the stadium erupting in sheer euphoria while the other half fell silent. Utter devastation spread amongst England supporters, as this was the outcome we were all dreading. You heard your heart shatter at the sight of your national team collapsing on the ground in anguish, trying to console themselves after having lost their chance at winning the World Cup.

You truly believed the England team gave it everything, so you were inexplicably proud of what they had achieved. All you wanted to do in that moment was hug each of them and reassure them that they played incredibly well with so much determination and passion. You glanced around the stadium, your eyes landing on your ex-boyfriend Mason, who had his face buried in his hands as the French team celebrated behind him.

Seeing Mason vulnerable like that reluctantly revived the memories of the Euros final— the same pain and heartbreak. You remember how Mason was inconsolable for days after the loss, taking a while to come to terms with how close they were to winning the final, but you were there to constantly reassure him. Despite it being a difficult time, Mason made sure you knew how much he appreciated you being there for him. A few months later, you two mutually agreed to break up and still remain good friends.

In an attempt to drown out the noise and memories, you squeezed your eyes shut while a stream of uncontrollable tears rolled down your face. Everyone’s hopes and dreams for England winning this year’s World Cup ended the second the whistle was blown. The noise didn't seem to quiet down, so you lifted your heavy eyelids, to see the French players sprinting chaotically around the pitch in a frenzy of celebration while the England players were consoling each other.

Your gaze drifted between different players, and that’s when you saw him. Your boyfriend had that perfect, irresistible grin tugging at his lips as he embraced his team; a sense of guilt washed over you. He is through to the semi-finals, so as his girlfriend, you should be ecstatic for him, yet here you are completely heartbroken at the result. Dare you say, you feel a slight resentment toward his national team. It's not fair on him, and you're well aware of it. He’s worked equally as hard as the England team to get to this stage, so you should be proud of him.

At that sudden realisation, you wiped away your tears with your sleeves before he noticed you. But it was already too late; he had seen your tear-stained cheeks, and his smile immediately faded from his face as his expression softened with worry. Under your breath, you muttered “shit,” knowing that you had ruined this moment for him.

Giving him a small smile, you pointed in the direction of the French team, telling him to enjoy himself and celebrate. He didn’t move. His gaze remained fixed on you as his brows furrowed, trying to study your expression. You gave him a more genuine smile and mouthed “go,” tilting your head towards where his team was. He slowly shuffled backwards in uncertainty, a small laugh escaping you, as he was still staring at you to see if you really were okay with it. And you were; at the end of the day, you loved to see him succeed, even if that meant winning against your own team.

The England players didn’t waste any more time on the pitch as they came into the stands, where their families and friends were waiting for them. You were also sitting here with Sasha, as you became close friends with her when you were dating Mason. While you were talking about the match with her, you saw some players trying to put on a brave face as they managed a faltering smile before completely breaking down when being comforted by their family and friends.

Mason dragged his feet up the stairs to meet his family, who were seated in the row in front of you. For a split second, your eyes met his red and puffy ones, and you knew he was in a worse state now compared to the Euros final. You watched him melt into his mum’s arms as she hugged him tightly, while his family members all took turns reassuring him and reminding him that he's done the nation proud, regardless of the result. Shortly after, Jack made his way upstairs, instantly looking for comfort in Sasha’s arms.

Mason stood on the stairs when he was finished talking to his family. He was covering his face with one hand, and rubbing his eyes while his back rested on the handrail. You took this opportunity to talk to him.

“Hey, how are you holding up?” You spoke gently with a reassuring smile as Mason moved his hand away from his face.

“Not too bad,” he mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

“Really Mason? You’re forgetting I can tell when you’re lying,” you tilt your head in the direction he was staring, trying to get him to look at you.

“I’m okay,” his voice was frail and quiet as he continued to avoid your gaze. Mason’s eyes were glossy as he fought back tears, his bottom lip trembling ever so slightly.

"Just come here," you reach up to wrap your arms around the back of Mason's neck, pulling him in for a hug. That’s when he gave up his pretence of being fine, as he didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around your waist to hold you close. He buried his head in your shoulder, letting out a muffled sob that only you could have heard. The sound of Mason breaking down was enough to flood your eyes with tears, so you had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from turning into a sobbing mess.

As your attention was fixed on Mason, you didn't notice your boyfriend watching the two of you. He was aware of your history, and because of that, he didn't know how to feel. From one perspective, he understands how a huge loss can be so devastating, so Mason will need everyone there for him, even if that includes you. But on the other hand, he can't help but feel a little jealous considering Mason was your first love and everyone knows you don’t forget them. So he was torn in that moment, the same way you were about England losing and France winning. But before his mind can conjure up the worst, his friend drags him back into the group celebration.

“You did great, all of you; you should be so proud of yourself,” Mason simply hummed in response, taking in rapid and shallow breaths as you felt your shirt dampen with his tears.

"You've given us so many amazing memories to look back on in the future. It wasn't meant to be this time, but there's another World Cup just around the corner," you reassured him, not knowing whether your words would make a difference to how Mason is feeling right now.

"Don't be so hard on yourself, because you've done us proud, you've done me proud," you felt Mason's breathing become more even against your skin.

The two of you stayed like that, with no-one interrupting you. Mason had forgotten how safe he felt in your arms, the way it silenced everything around him, and suddenly everything became more bearable. A few minutes passed before Mason lifted his head to look you in the eyes.

"How do you do it?" Mason asked, searching your eyes for the answer.

"Do what?" Your voice was barely a whisper as you brushed away the tears from his face.

"You always know exactly what to say to make me feel better," 

“It’s not difficult when I’m being honest,” you shrugged your shoulders, giving him a smile he found impossible not to return.

"Thank you, it means a lot to me that you are here," you pulled away from the hug as his grip on your waist loosened.

“You don’t have to thank me; I’m just doing what any good friend would do,” you replied, as your gaze wandered around the stadium, watching some fans begin to leave. Mason winced at this; for those few minutes, he forgot that you two were not together anymore.

"Yeah, friends," his voice was monotonous as he looks onto pitch to see your boyfriend still celebrating. You were about to say goodbye, but Mason had something else on his mind.

"Why are you with him?" His question caught you off-guard, an icy contempt flashing in his eyes.

"Mason—" you began before being interrupted.

"No, seriously, why are you actually with him? Do you guys even have anything in common? Surely you can do better than that," he narrowed his darkened eyes as they burned into the back of your boyfriend’s head in envy.

"That is my boyfriend you're talking about, and you don't know the first thing about our relationship. I’ll let your comments slide just this once because I know your emotions are running high, but next time I won't hold back," you scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief as you grabbed your handbag and explained to Sasha that you would call her later.

"Y/N, I'm sorry!" Mason called out as you walked up the stairs and out of the stadium.

➪ read part two here

[thousandfourhundreddays]

6 Where Y/N just got bumped or something or she got bruised by someone and mason comes home to suprise her and when they start getting a little hot and heavy he notices the bruises and starts freaking out. You can do it to your extent of comfort !!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

My Girl

Prompt 6: who did this?

A/n hey anon! Thank you for for sparking my inspiration after so long, I changed it a tiny little bit to fit an idea I had and made it a kinda fwb situation but I hope I did your request justice anyway, hope you enjoy!!!❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

The familiar sound of your doorbell rang through the house, and the noise had barely faded by the time you’d reached the door, your feet moving subconsciously as you raced towards it without a second thought.

“Hey” he spoke with a smirk as his eyes fell on yours, raking up and down your body, taking in every inch of you that he’d missed whilst he’d been away.

“Hi” you replied coyly, trying to fight the effects of his stare as a shiver ran down your spine. You stepped to the side, a silent invitation for him to come in, a now habitual routine that occurred every time Mason turned up at your door, and that was something that happened often these days. Masons smirk grew wider as he stepped in and moved closer to you, a hand coming to grip your waist as the other slammed the door carelessly before his lips crashed against yours, the space between you disappearing within seconds as he pushed you against the wall,

“I missed you” he muttered through the kiss, his hot breath against your skin pulling a soft sigh from your throat.

“I missed you…” you echoed breathlessly, “so much.”

He didn’t reply, the way his hands moved to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as he tipped your head backwards was the only response you needed as your bodies were pressed impossibly closer. Your jaw fell slack at the sharp burn as he gently pulled on your hair, Mason stealing the opportunity to push his tongue through your lips, dominating your own breathlessly as he pushed his hips forward, desperate to feel any sort of friction. Your grip on his T-shirt loosed and moved to his wrist, reluctantly pulling his hands from your hair as you dragged him towards the stairs in frantic pursuit of your bedroom.

Limbs fumbled and teeth clashed as you stumbled blindly up the stairs, Mason lifting you off of your feet swiftly when you got about halfway, impatiently carrying you the rest of the way.

Pushing his way through the door, he wasted no time in kicking the door shut with his foot carelessly, something which you usually lecture him for if it wasn’t for the burning sensation spreading from between your thighs. You were snapped out of you thoughts as he threw you down onto the bed, the sudden coldness of the space between you bodies making you squirm, but not more than the way the way he looked down at you lay beneath him, eyes dark and filled with desire. Your chest heaved with heavy breaths as you pulled your lip between your teeth longingly, as his hands run up and down your thighs which rested wide either side of him, sending a wave of goosebumps across your whole body.

“God, I’ve been thinking about this all week” he spoke lowly, his voice horse and lips swollen before swooping down to your level, one hand pulling your leg high upon his hip and the other pinned next to your head as he held himself above you, as his body pressed you further into the mattress,

“Please, Mase” you whined, your voice cracking as you felt the bulge in the jeans against your core.

“Patience baby” he teased as he pressed his hips further into you.

All you could do was groan impatiently, back arching off of the bed desperately as you tipped your head backwards into the sheets, clawing at his back as your hands fought their way under his shirt leaving harsh lines in his skin.

All air escaped your lungs when you felt Masons lips against your neck, his small kisses slowly turning into sharp stings as his teeth dug into your skin. Lost in a state of bliss, you moved your hands to grip his hair, tugging gently in a silent plea for more.

You giggled smugly as he moved back up to kiss your lips, his fingers moving crudely to find the waistband of your leggings, hands meeting the hot skin of your thighs as he pulled the tight material down your legs. He sat back on his knees as he eyed you from above, leggings now long forgotten and thrown in a direction he couldn’t recall. Eyes wide and lips parted, as he watched you writhe beneath him, an unruly growl left his lips as he tried to contain himself before he reached to pull your sweatshirt off of your body. But just as his fingers found the hem of the material, his eyes fell upon your hip bone, the faint shadow of blue and purple sitting just under your skin, fading beneath the lace of your underwear. His eyes hardened as they flicked up to meet yours, his brows furrowing in concern as he tried to figure out what had happened.

“Who did this to you?” He questioned suddenly,

Your heart rate spiked even more than you thought possible as you looked at him in confusion, suddenly feeling insecure under his worrying gaze.

“W-what?” You asked shyly,

“You’ve got bruises y/n” his voice was harsh, but not at you, your eyes snapped down in search of whatever he was looking at as his fingers brushed over your bruised skin, fingers hooking under your underwear, pulling upwards to get a better look.

“Oh my god” you spoke with a sigh, the slight panic leaving your body once you realized what he was referring to as his eyes remained trained on your own as they lingered expectantly for an answer,

“I fell in the gym, that’s all” you explained, hand reaching up to hold his jaw, thumb brushing his cheek gently, trying to disperse the concern that was present in his eyes as he tried to read you, not yet totally convinced by your explanation. “I promise” you assured, your eyes widening in promise as you watched him look between you and the bruises on your hip. “I promise” you repeated as a whisper, pulling him back down towards you as his chest fell heavily as he let out a long shaky breath, pressing your lips to his gently.

“Thought someone was hurting my girl for a minute then” he whispered shyly against your lips, hands moving to run along your waist, relief washing over him.

You couldn’t help but smirk at his choice of words, “your girl, hm?”

“Yes” he spoke surely, words laced with certainty, as he continued his journey down your body, picking up where you left off,

“My girl”

[httpsdana]

Hey can you do prompt 162 for Mason Mount ? Please

Fifa And Cuddles~Mason Mount

*GIF is not mine. credits to the owner*

back again with a Mason imagine. everyone liked the first one so I thought why not write another one.

I edited my prompt list so this isn't the same number as you requested

you can request from my prompt list

this is my master list

ps: I changed a bit from the prompt to make it easier and better

162-"C'mere, you can seat in my lap until I'm done playing."

No matter how tired Mason was after training, he always had time to play Fifa. If he'd arrive late at night after match, he'd take a shower and at least play one game.

But his girlfriend y/n, hated how this game was able to steal her boyfriend's attention from her. It always seemed that his PS5 had his attention 24/7, when she barely saw him because of their busy schedules.

She watched Mason from the door of the living room, with her hands crossed over her chest. He still hadn't noticed her, because of how focused he seemed on his game.

She let out a sigh and called out his name, he hummed but didn't even glance at her.

"can you come cuddle? I'm tired and I just want you next to me" she whined walking inside the room

Mason paused his game and looked at her with a smile.

"C'mere, you can seat in my lap until I'm done playing." he patted his thigh making her smile

She walked closer to him, and he pulled her down on his lap. She had her back against his chest and her head laid in the crook of his neck

She breathed in his scent and exhaled in satisfaction. Her arms wrapped around his torso while his went aroud her shoulders

She placed a kiss on his neck and glanced up at him. She admired all his features and smiled at herself. She felt so lucky to have him

"staring is rude darling" he said, not tearing his gaze away from the TV, but a smirk was plastered across his face

"you're just so pretty Mase. I love you" she pressed a kiss on his jaw and nuzzled her face deeper into his neck.

He paused his game and glanced down at her, half asleep cuddling with his body.

He turned his game off and pressed a kiss on her forehead.

"I love you more princess. let's go to bed shall we?" when he didn't hear an answer he looked down at her and smiled at the sight of his asleep girlfriend

He carried her to their shared room and put her down on the bed. After changing his clothes, he made his way to his bed and made sure to cuddle his girlfriend all night long.

[blueaetherr]

hi would you write a fluff with Mason Mount? Maybe they are having a baby and they decide to spread the news to his family on a dinner? I really appreciate your writing! 💗

the good news

pairing: mason mount x fem!reader [she/her]

warning(s): none

summary: the one where they share the news about their growing family with mason's family

author's note: hi anon, thanks for the requests and ur kind words! i haven't written for mason for a while so this one is a bit shorter compared to my recent ones, but i still hope you enjoy it. also, i'll be trying to write more for the next few days so my requests are currently open!

"I'm real nervous right now," Y/N said, quite out of nowhere, as the two were strolling on the footpath.

Mason chuckled to himself as he guided his partner around a puddle so she wouldn't step in it. "You make it seem like you're meeting my parents for the first time."

Perhaps sure it wouldn't be the first time for Y/N, but it definitely felt like it. She remembers that day—meeting Mason's parents that is, and the emotions and experience that came with it all. She was initially a wreck. She remembers her nerves flaring up; the shaking hands, the unsure smiles, that feeling of not feeling prepared for any confrontation, constantly having to recheck her appearance over and over in the mirror before they left.

Fortunately, with her nerves acting up came Mason. Through his voice and physical touch, he was there to put her at ease. Reassuring Y/N that everything would be alright, that she didn't need to fuss over an outfit because she already looked perfect, that her interest in him– something so pure and real– was enough for his family to love her as they did him. From the time he had arrived at her apartment to when they had reached his parents' home, Mason remained her voice of reason. 

So Y/N trusted Mason, and she was right to trust him. 'Cause from the friendly welcomes she received from everyone in his family to sharing kind conversations with his mom and bonding so well with her, it was a good day for her—an outwardly positive experience. She had walked away pleased with the meeting.

Those same emotions felt back almost two years ago were being felt right now. Or maybe that was just because of the acute life growing inside her.

"I promise there's no reason to be, love. Why would you be anyway? I know my mum tries to bring up the baby convos with you too." He pointed at his girlfriend when he noticed her dimples appear, making him tilt his head back in laughter. Exhaling deeply, he shook his head. "Of course she does." 

Both Mason and Y/N knew his parents were excited that they were together, especially his mom. They didn't guarantee anything like kids or marriage when Mason finally got a girlfriend, and his parents respected that. His relationship, now rather established and prospering, simply kept the hope alive.

He opened the front gate of his parents' home, allowing Y/N to pass by first. "They love me but they probably love you a bit more." Stopping at the front door, he took the opportunity to press his lips against her cheek and watched her smile flourish even more. If her nerves really were present, he wanted to be the one to give her reassurance; to let her know everything would be alright. "This is everything my mum has ever wanted for us. I think we're in the good."

She felt her head tilt in admiration for Mason. For his emotional support through his jokes and distinct words because it wasn't the first she had heard them. The reassurance he was giving her mirrored the one he'd offered her some time ago– back when he had introduced her to his family. She absolutely loved the growth in his words, the transition from they'll love you to they love you made her feel whole.

And from there, the rest was only deja vu for Y/N. The door opened and they were welcomed by Mason's mom with her smiles and everything galore, with her embraces too for Y/N that felt like unique warmth and kindness and love. And it was all the same with his friends and family present. Speaking to her with commonality, including her in jokes and conversations by simply mentioning her name or calling for her input.

Or the moments when someone would pull Y/N away from Mason when he wanted her all to himself. It was something that should've annoyed Mason, but honestly he didn't mind it. Witnessing his favourite people interact and have fun was a sight he would never be tired of seeing. It was also 'cause when Mason would catch her attention from across the room and mouth I told you so, Y/N would cave in and roll her eyes. But always did she follow it up with a small laugh. 

'Cause when it was all said and done, Mason wasn't far from the truth—Y/N, with time, came to understand that well. From his parents to his siblings and friends, she was loved and embraced by everyone with open arms. There was nothing for her to be scared of.

And glancing around at everyone as they were sitting around the dining table for dinner—passing around food options with harmony, clutching onto one another from excessive laughter, encouraging conversation and simple talk for everyone to be involved in—Y/N realised that's the environment she wanted to be around. For herself, for her relationship with Mason and for their future child.

An environment where you would feel accepted, loved and felt like you belonged among this amazing band of people. Where someone would pull you in when you were suddenly drifting, where you would find yourself entertained when everything seemed quite dull, where you would smile and laugh without any intention of stopping 'cause you were just so consumed with joy and happiness.

That's all Y/N wanted for her budding family—comfort and security, a place clear of judgement. That's all she could ask for.

Hearing her name being called out, she turned to the person calling for her attention– Mason's mom. "Y/N, you okay hun? You kinda blanked out on us there."

Y/N blinked a few times, realising that she had indeed drifted for a minute or two. Thankfully, the room was busy with chat and laughter, so the focus wasn't completely on her. "Oh sorry, I'm fine, yeah," she moved her hair off her shoulders, chuckling through a soft exhale. "It's been happening for a while now. I didn't think the first three months would be like this."

It was only when she was taking a slip of her drink that Y/N realised the phrasing of her words, quickly putting it down to correct herself. She seemed to be late, however, when a gasp from Mason's mom had the commotion in the room fall flat. Her glance at the young couple caused the focus to shift to Y/N and Mason as everyone witnessed the older woman struggle to form her words.

"What do you mean by that?" she asked, glancing between her son and his partner. She tried to hide it, but there was a bit of excitement in her words. She had an idea in mind (I mean, it seemed a bit obvious), but she needed someone to confirm her thoughts before she could celebrate anything. "What does she mean by that, Mase?"

It was amusing because Mason and Y/N chose to announce the good news without saying anything. Joining hands, fingers interlocking well, they shared smiles keen and knowing before her free hand fell comfortably on her stomach.

That was enough confirmation for his mom who was the first to react; a cry full of happiness and delight that sent everyone in the room in awe. And from there everything else went so fast: the congratulations, the whole yet delicate hugs, the kisses on her cheeks and forehead, the reassuring words from every other person approaching the couple– that they would be supported and loved during the next few challenging months.

It was all overwhelming for Y/N as she wiped away those few stray tears, with her laughter and smiles, however, far more prominent. This environment that she wanted for her aspiring family was no longer a want; she was officially a part of it now.

[hamiltonaf]

Summer Break(Up) | Mason Mount

Pairing: Mason Mount x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: Angst to fluff

A/N: Had this in my drafts for quite a while, about time that I posted it. Hope you babes enjoy. Requests are open .xx

Today felt like the first time in a long time that I got ready to go out, that too on a date. Never thought I would be doing this but deep down I know it's exactly what I need to do to get my mind off things and finally move on. It hurts to move on when you still love someone, but you know what they say... love hurts.

Its been almost a month now since Mason and I broke up right after the summer break. We had a pretty dreamy and amazing summer break - or so I thought - I guess only one of us felt that way.

We had just arrived back in England and Mason was acting off the entire day. I knew something was playing on his mind that was bothering him and had him agitated... the last thing I expected was a break up being a good idea.

He distinctly did it just before I was flying back home, the perfect excuse to not see the pain on my face when he breaks the news to me.

Its as if his words had haunted me, they continue to play on my mind till this day.

FLASHBACK

"(Y/N) I hate to break it to you...ugh but I'm just going to be straight forward about it" he paused in between words watching my reaction. "Well ?" I asked raising a brow. "We need to break up" he said as he finally met my eyes. "Is this a joke ?" I asked raising my brows. "No it's not (Y/N)" he sighed. "And what's the reason that you want to break up ?" I asked calmly. "I just.. I want to just focus on football" he said as he lowered his head to play with his fingers.

"Ohh the typical excuse" I half laughed. "What do you mean excuse ? I'm being serious" he said as he started to grow annoyed. "All of you guys are the same. It's always 'I'm focusing on my career' and then boom you rock up with a new girlfriend after a while. If you have someone else in the picture then just say it !" I said growing frustrated, I let my impulsive thoughts take over. "What the- no ! If you're saying I'm cheating on you, I would never !" He said defensively.

"So then what's the need to break up ? Am I too distracting for you ? I can easily be out of your way whilst still being your girlfriend so I don't see the issue ?" I said whilst raising my voice. He kept quiet after my valid point. "I get it now. The silence speaks for itself. No point in me fighting for a relationship that doesn't exist anymore" I said as I walked over to grab my bags. "(Y/N) I'm sorry" he said lowly. "Don't be. Best of luck this season" I said lastly and walked out with my bags earlier than planned. It was only then when I was alone that the tears spilled and I couldn't control them. With my vision blurred I don't even know how I managed to arrange transport to the airport - I guess at that point I just wanted to get away from there and from Mason.

END OF FLASHBACK

I would be lying if I said that I didn't check on Mason’s instagram. I mean nothing is wrong in that since we both still follow each other and we didn't make the break up public. I mean we still had each others pictures up but it wasn't good enough to camouflage people into thinking we were still together. The fans are 10 steps ahead of us and pretty much cracked that we did breakup and when the breakup happened.

I guess it's my fault that I didn't post to show my support for Mason whilst I was away. Joke. Oh well who cares... we couldn't hide it forever and these things happen.

It's all because of (Y/BF/N) I'm rushing to get ready, she just had to open her mouth and set me up with her boyfriend's friend. All I know is that his name is Ethan.

Whilst I was doing my hair I thought why not go live on instagram and do a get ready with me since I didn't do one in ages and besides that, I was feeling bold. As soon as I went live, my views went from 10 to over 5000 within a few minutes. "Hi there for all those joining ! I'm currently getting ready to go out so I thought why not chat with you guys in the mean time" I said as I skimmed through the comments. "Where are you going ?" I read out the comment. "Well, I'm going on a date" I smiled. "Why weren't you at the last match ? We missed you !" I read out the next comment.

"Aww sorry about that..I've just been so busy with studying that I had to sacrifice a match to finish up my work" I pouted. After those questions, I did my makeup and explained each product that I used. With a final spritz of setting spray and perfume, I shook my fingers through my hair and revealed my full look for the evening.

"That's it guys ! Hope you guys found this entertaining. Thank you to every one of you for sending in questions and sorry if I didn't get through to everyone. I swear I'll try to do more of these in future" I said as I skimmed through the comments one last time. Many of them said 'Mase in chat'. "I'm seeing a lot of Mase in chat comments. Did I miss something ?" I raised a brow. My body froze when I saw his comment '😍😍😍'.

"Ohhh Mason is here !" I wanted to roll my eyes on camera but I couldn't. "Anywho guys I'm running late. Love you guys and hope you all have an amazing evening. Wish me luck. Ciao !" I said lastly before throwing a kiss at the camera. The live ended and I rushed to grab my purse. I was in a rush only because I was driving tonight, Ethan had offered, but just in case things didn't go well then I can easily make an excuse to leave early if needed. As I jumped in the car my phone started ringing through the Bluetooth, thinking it's Ethan I answered the call. "Hey ! I'm so sorry I'm running late..I'm on my way right now" I said as I drove out of my driveway. "(Y/N)" haven't heard that in a while, he paused before saying "It's Mason."

I looked at my phone and mumbled "shit". "Guess I'm not the person you want to talk to right now" he chuckled. "What do you want Mase ?" I rolled my eyes. "I uhm saw your live and I'm around so I was hoping I'd see you to catch up" he suggested. "Of course you thought that...Mason we've been broken up for almost a whole month, you didn't care to talk to me since that day and suddenly because you saw me get ready for a date you thought that now is a good time to come back into my life ?" I asked.

There was a pause before he spoke up again. "Don't go on that date" he softly said. "Why?" I asked, waiting for his valid reason. "You know why" he said. "No, Mason, I don't. Say it" I was getting frustrated that I actually pulled over to the side to have this conversation. "I can't get you out of my mind !" He admitted. I stayed silent for him to go on. "As much as I tried to focus on football, the days that I was off all I could think about is spending my free time with you. I missed your laugh, your smile, your cuddles and your kisses, especially after a bad day. I miss everything about you" he said defeated. "Mount, why are you telling me all of this now ? It took you a whole month to realise that or are you just jealous that I moved on and you didn't ?" I questioned.

He sighed, "I just felt terrible since the last time we were together. I wanted to give you space and I assumed you hated me so much that we'd never get back together after that." "Hmm...okay" I said casually. "Soo are you coming back home because I'm waiting outside ?" He asked hopeful. "Wait what ?" I asked flabbergasted. He wasn't joking. "I'm literally outside your house, no joke" he said. "What the- Mason. I- I'm literally speechless" I had a million thoughts running through my head. What do I do ?

"Come home so we can talk please" he said. Why do I feel the need to go back home ? "Your timing is literally the worst. I need to call Ethan and see if he's -" I was cut off. "Who the fuck is Ethan ?" He asked as he got protective. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "My date" I said plainly. "Do I know him ?" He asked. "None of your business. Anyways I'll call you back. Bye" I ended the call just as he called my name. I noticed that Ethan sent a message a few minutes ago saying that he was going to be running late. I felt terrible to do this but I have unfinished business with Mason. I messaged Ethan to apologise that I won't make it tonight as I had a family emergency and if we could rather rain check. I made a u-turn back home and luckily Ethan was understanding, and replied saying that he hopes everything is okay and hopefully we'll meet soon. Aww bless him.

Just as I got home I noticed Mason’s car parked on the driveway. I parked beside him and jumped out as he followed. He whistled as he looked at me from head to toe. "Darling, you look breathtaking" he said as he walked closer to me. He greeted me by kissing both of my cheeks. "Thank you" I softly said as he then surprised me by handing over a massive bouquet of red roses. My facial expression changed, "What's all of this for ?" "Just to makeup for the lost time in this past month" he said. "Aww" I cooed.

I then unlocked the door and went inside with Mason following behind me. "Soo what happened to that guy ?" He asked. "He was running late so I said we can rain check for another day" I shrugged. "You're still going to go on a date with him ?" He asked, low-key feeling betrayed. "Mason can you just forget about Ethan and focus on the reason why we're here after a whole month" I said as we both took a seat beside each other on the couch. He sighed before speaking up, "You asked me earlier why now and I ignored your question. Whilst we were broken up I would see your posts and stories, especially when (Y/BF/N) would post with you. You always looked so happy and looked like you're living your best life without me. I thought to myself that you seemed happier without me" he said as he laid his head onto the couch and turned to look at me.

"You really thought I looked happier without you ?" I raised a brow curiously. "Yeah ! So many little things reminded me of you - like someone cracking a joke or laughing, I'd think that's something you would say" he smiled. I smiled back, 

"It hurts..." he said seriously. "What?" I asked as I furrowed my brows. "Loving someone who doesn't love you..." he said softly. I half laughed. "What's so funny ?" He asked worried. "That's exactly what I thought the day I left. I thought our relationship was one sided the whole time" I pursed my lips. "What ! No no no. I never stop loving you okay ? Please don't forget that. I was hoping to at least be friends that time I broke the news but things turned south" he pressed his lips together.

"Bold of you to assume that 2 people who are in love with each other can be friends" I said as I laid back as well and turned to face him. "Wait so you still love me ?" He asked in shock as he sat up right. "Unfortunately yes" I sighed. He had a cheeky grin on his face. "I'm sorry for being selfish and stupid. I don't know what I was thinking. I'm also so sorry for all the pain I caused you, you didn't deserve any of that. Please find it in your heart to forgive me and be my girlfriend again" he smiled. "Hmm let me think...okay" I shrugged. "So am I forgiven ?" He asked excited. "Yes, yes you are" I smiled. He brushed a strand away from my face and cupped my cheeks. His eyes looked between mine and my lips. "Can I ?" He asked softly. I nodded my head as he connected his lips with mine.

[babygirlbenji]

I Still Love You - Mason Mount

A/N: This is a long-awaited part 2 to Last Train To London which you can read here! I worked really hard on it and I hope it lives up to expectations. Enjoy!

Warnings: mild angst, mild swearing, fluff

WC: 2.8k

When your train pulled into London King’s Cross, Ben was there, as promised, to pick you up with a McDonald’s meal. He took you under his wing, and let you stay at his place for the night.

‘Make yourself comfortable, sweets, and please know you can stay here as long as you need.’ You knew you had an offer from Sophia and Kai to crash at their place until you got back on your feet, but you didn’t want to intrude on their space. 

‘I might take you up on that offer, Ben, thank you.’ He showed you around his place, making sure you knew where everything was in case you couldn’t sleep, let you have free rein of the fridge, freezer and cupboards, and even let Oscar the dog stay in your room, which Oscar was more than happy to oblige. 

‘I think that’s everything. If you need me, text me, okay? I’m right here.’ You shuffled over to him and wrapped your arms around his torso to give him a hug you’d needed for weeks at that point. He rubbed your back affectionately. He was like a big brother to you, and you were more grateful than you could ever put into words for his support.

You had expected that night to have been sleepless and anxious, but you were simply too exhausted, both mentally and physically, that by the time you changed into your pyjamas, brushed your teeth and climbed into bed, your eyes were drooping already. Oscar jumped onto the bed and turned around a couple of times, making a nice little den in the blanket for him to snuggle up next to you in. You reached out to fiddle with his curly fur. The dog was like a weighted blanket, reassuring you that you were safe and you were okay. Before you knew it, you were fast asleep.

As the days, weeks and months rolled by, you could feel yourself slowly healing. Ben, Reece and the rest of the Chelsea boys, along with Kai and Jorgi over at Arsenal (they were still very much part of the inner circle), stood stoically beside you every step of the way. You had initially distanced yourself from Stamford Bridge for the first couple of months, the memories you had made there with Mason all too painful, but you gradually made your way back into the hallowed halls of the iconic stadium. You attended matches whenever you could, and started to wear CHILWELL 21 shirts to matches. 

This had not gone unnoticed by fans. They had quickly cottoned on to the fact that you had gone back to London and Mason was still in Manchester. The gossip websites were in full swing, linking you and Ben together and writing spiteful articles about how you were a gold-digger, how you hopped from one football player to another, how it was your fault that your relationship had ended… You never minded, though. You continued on your healing journey and went about your daily business. You had secured a well-paying job back in London as an events planner in Soho, and had managed to find a nice little studio flat not too far from your office. Ben had insisted he buy you a new car, as you had sold your car up in Manchester to help bring some money in to pay for the flat deposit. Your life was most definitely on the up, and it would take a gigantic storm to blow you off course.

That gigantic storm came about a year after you moved back to London. You had your routine, you were solid in your job and you met up with Ben and the boys regularly. 

One such outing in Knightsbridge, Ben pulled you aside to have a chat.

‘What’s up, Benji?’ The nickname you had for him was one only you could use. He hated being called Benji by everyone, but you were basically his little sister. In his eyes, you could get away with murder.

‘Well, um…’ His face told you he had information he would rather not give you, but felt it was his moral obligation to do so anyway.

‘Come on, Ben, out with it!’

‘Declan’s invited me and Mason to his birthday party, and he’s invited you, too.’ His words sent a chill down your spine. You hadn’t spoken to or about Mason in months, although that hadn’t stopped you from thinking about him every day. Thinking about what could have been, thinking about the ‘what ifs’, thinking about what you could have done to make him stay in love with you. You were brought back to earth by Ben putting a gentle hand on your shoulder. ‘You don’t have to decide just yet, but the offer is there if you did want to go. It would be great to have you there.’ He gave you a quick hug, before he went back to join the rest of the group to have drinks, leaving you with your thoughts and a large decision to make. While you would love to celebrate Declan with your friends, you hadn’t seen or heard from Mason in a year. The awkwardness was what worried you the most, along with the possibility of all the emotions coming back if you did end up running into him. Because deep down, in your heart, you knew that you still loved him. He was the absolute love of your life, and you couldn’t help but feel that he was your one that got away. You realised then just how much you missed him. 

The night had swiftly come to an end for you, so you messaged Ben to let him know that you were on your way home and that you’d see him soon. 

Benjamin: No worries J  text me when you get home, and let me know if you’re coming to Dec’s birthday bash. We’d love to have you but I know you’ll have to decide. LOVE YA X

It was safe to say you didn’t get much sleep that night. You were awake for hours, tossing and turning, thinking about what Ben had said. It would be great to go and show up for Declan. He’d been there for you through everything, even with Lauren giving birth to little Jude. They had both made space for you in their busy lives with a new-born, and you couldn’t have been more grateful. Before you could stop yourself, you sent a message to Ben:

To: Benjamin: Been thinking about it all night. Sorry for the late message, I figured I needed to say it before I think about it more lol. I’ll be at Dec’s party x

You rolled over onto your side. There was no turning back now. 

The day of the party arrived. Your room was a mess, dresses and shoes strewn across the floor. You wanted to find the perfect outfit for a party, which would show that you cared to make an effort but not too much effort, on the off chance you would see Mason. 

Your eyes fell upon a navy blue bodycon dress that you had worn a couple of times before. It came down to your mid-thigh and had a neckline that did your bust some considerable favours. Finally feeling more positive about what you were wearing, having started to feel like you were going to have a breakdown about not being able to find anything appropriate to wear, you shoved on a pair of simple black heels and touched up your makeup. There was a knock at your door. Checking your phone, the time was 7:30; Ben was picking you up and he had arrived bang on time. 

‘Coming!’ Your voice carried into the hall as you opened the door to find Ben, who was wearing a smart navy-blue button down with black slacks. Your mind briefly registered the fact that the colour of his shirt was basically a direct match to your dress.

‘Hey, you,’ he smiled, leaning in to give you a hug. Your senses were temporarily hazy by his cologne, which you painfully recalled as one that Mason had recommended to him as you had liked it on Mason. On Ben, though, it didn’t have the same knee-weakening effect as it had done for you when Mason wore it. ‘You good?’ He had obviously taken your quietness as nervousness.

‘Yeah, yeah, I’m good. You?’ He nodded. You could tell he was searching your face for any signs of discomfort, of not wanting to go, of being terrified of seeing Mason. 

‘All good. Mostly just worried about you.’ You shrugged.

‘I’ll be fine. Got my wingman, I’ll be okay.’ You shared a laugh as you walked downstairs to where he had a car waiting. He held the door open for you, letting you slide in with him following you. 

You and Ben spent the journey talking about your days and what you’d got up to, how your job was going, what antics he and the boys got up to at training and other small talk. He didn’t want to say anything, as he could tell you were nervous enough as it was, but he knew you well enough to know that you missed Mason almost as much as Mason missed you. You were quiet, reserved, not your usual bubbly self. If you were being completely honest with yourself, you hadn’t been your usual bubbly self since the breakup. Ben knew you loved Mason, but he never thought the breakup would impact you as much as it did. 

 Before long, the car pulled up at Declan’s house. The nerves in the pit of your stomach started doing backflips as you went up to the front door. Loud bass was audible through the walls, and you could tell there was a large crowd already, even though it was early by most people’s standards. You just wanted to stay for a couple of hours at the most before quietly leaving, all ideally without seeing Mason. 

That plan quickly went out the window when Declan opened the door, arm in arm with Mason. 

‘Hey guys! Oh…’ Declan’s wide grin disappeared the minute he saw it was you and Ben, clearly thinking you were someone else. The awkwardness was palpable. ‘Hey Y/N, Ben, glad you guys could make it!’ Dec brought you in for a hug, whispering an ‘I’m so sorry’ in your ear as he did so. 

‘Don’t worry,’ you replied in an equally quiet voice, hoping he could hear you over the music. The squeeze he gave you told you he had heard you. 

You avoided Mason’s eyes completely as Ben and Declan caught up, Ben asking about life at Arsenal and how Declan was finding his new club. 

‘I’m gonna get a drink, did you want anything?’ You asked Ben at a break in the conversation. Mason’s eyes raked over you as you got close to Ben, one of your hands absent-mindedly on his arm. Jealousy raged in his stomach. 

‘Just a beer, please, gorgeous,’ Ben replied. His usual pet-name for you was innocuous for the both of you, but took on a whole new meaning in Mason’s head. Why was he calling you gorgeous? Why were you touching him? Were the tabloids correct? Had you gone for his former teammate in the wake of the breakup? Mason’s head was reeling. 

You handed Ben his drink and wandered off to mingle with some of the Arsenal WAGS, introducing yourself to Martin Ødegaard’s new girlfriend and giving Milly, Ben White’s new wife, a big hug to congratulate her, as you hadn’t been able to attend the wedding. 

Neither Declan or Ben missed the fact that Mason’s eyes rarely left your form for more than a few seconds as he watched you chat and catch up with some old friends. 

‘How are you, Mase, United treating you well?’ Ben asked conversationally. 

‘Yeah, ‘s alright.’ Eyebrows were raised at Mason’s curt tone. Ben and Declan exchanged confused glances, before leaving Mason to his thoughts and continuing into the party to see some of the other guys who had made an appearance. Mason was left with his thoughts as he stood and pondered his next move. 

As he was doing so, he saw you excuse yourself from the small throng of people to head to the kitchen to scope out the buffet. He seized his opportunity and followed you into the kitchen.

What he couldn’t have known was that instead of grabbing something to eat, you were having to physically stop yourself from having a full-blown panic attack. Gripping the counter with your hands and keeping your head bowed, you focused on keeping your breathing deep. 

You had no idea how many minutes had passed, but an all-to-familiar voice brought you back to earth with an almighty bump.

‘Y/N? You okay?’ You turned, and before you knew it, you were face-to-face with the person you never thought you’d see again. ‘Y/N?’ he asked again.

‘Y-yeah, I’m okay.’ You had suffered with anxiety and panic attacks throughout your relationship, and Mason had always known how to help you. 

‘You sure?’ A deep, shaky breath rattled through your body. You both knew the after-effects of the panic attack were the worst part of it all. You would feel exhausted, ashamed, guilty… But he had always been there to help you through it all. He would offer you cuddles, a listening ear, a movie, whatever you needed. 

Things were so different now, though. There was a rift the size of the Atlantic Ocean between you, and you didn’t know how to get across it. 

‘Let’s get you somewhere quiet, come on.’ He hesitated, before holding out his hand for you to hold. ‘You don’t have to, if you don’t want to.’ But you realised you wanted to. You needed him, you needed his touch, his hold. You reached out and grabbed his hand, immediately feeling like you had been connected with the earth again. 

He led you upstairs to one of the far guest rooms, opened the door and followed you in. You took a seat on the bed, fiddling with your hands in your lap. He sat on the floor in front of you, eyeing you carefully. 

‘You sure you’re okay?’ You sighed. A big, deep sigh. Now that you had him in front of you, the questions you’d held in for a year were threatening to spill over. 

‘Can I ask you something?’ The look on his face suggested that he knew what you were going to ask, but he nodded, all the same. ‘Why did you stop putting effort into our relationship? You always said that I was the love of your life, that I was it for you… what happened? What happened to us?’ He sighed, similar to how you had sighed earlier.

‘Honestly, Y/N, I don’t have a good reason. I wish I did, believe me, but I don’t. The media scrutiny, the fans giving me shit on social media, the move, everything to do with it, it all just got to me. I pushed you away without even realising and for that, I will never be able to apologise enough.’ You pondered his answer, and then debated asking a question you had longed to know the answer to since the day you left but were too scared to know the answer to. 

Before you could ask it, though, Mason spoke up. ‘Are you seeing Ben?’ The gravity of his question made you pause. 

‘What?’ 

‘Are you and Ben, you know, a thing?’ You shook your head.

‘No. He’s like a brother to me, Mase, you know that. All the boys are. When I met you, you gave me a whole new family I could only have dreamed of.’ Your eyes met again. His eyes hadn’t changed a bit. They were still the deep chocolate brown you’d found home in for all those years. 

You climbed down from the bed and sat with your back to the bed. Your mouth opened and closed a few times, trying to figure out how to ask the question you were starting to crave the answer to. You felt like the answer to it was yes, but you needed to be sure. Finally, you decided to just go for it.

‘Do you… do you still love me?’ The look on his face said it all. He was looking at you like he had never seen you before, as if you were the only woman in the entire world. And to him, you were. You were everything to him and he would be forever kicking himself for ever making you feel like you weren't. He scooted forward to crouch in front of you before gently holding your face with both hands. 

‘Y/N Y/LN, of course I still love you. And if you’ll have me, I’ll spend the rest of my days loving and cherishing you the way you deserve. The way I should have shown you from day one.’ Your eyes brimmed with tears as you looked at the man who had your heart. 

‘Of course, I’ll have you.’ You sat up and collapsed into his arms, finally feeling that you were home once again.

[oh-saints]

can you write unrequited love with mason mount like you did in "sick"?

uuuu as spicy as this gif coming right up!

done

when you decide you have enough of mason playing with your heart.

mason mount x bff!reader

word count: 1.1k

note: i actually had the inspiration to try writing from the 1st person POV during my subway ride to work but it went *poof!* when i got to my desk ☹ and as usual, i happen to always write around dawn so ofc this is not beta-read.

you shouldn’t have said yes to him.

you shouldn’t have said yes.

you shouldn’t have gone to the club.

you should’ve gone to your therapist because this is getting out of hand.

how many times are you going to say yes to every of mason’s call?

“you really need to stop sticking up for him just because you’ve been friends for years,” you know that your therapist’s going to repeat that line, just like every other session you’ve had with him. he’s not wrong, your therapist, but he’s not entirely right because he doesn’t know what you truly feel.

and you never let him know what you truly feel.

out of duty? out of love? heck, if you know.

the bass at the club is pounding as hard as it can your head, in hope to quiet down the sadness and devastation and desperation and depression away from the dance floor. but it certainly doesn’t stop your tears from running down your cheek at the sight of mason kissing a random girl so passionately like the world’s ending tomorrow.

well, in all honesty, your world’s ending tomorrow because you recognise it. you know what’s coming and it’s synonymous with all those sad songs and tragic stories you used to combine together when you’re younger. nothing beats reading slice-of-life books with a good, fitting soundtrack, no?

ironic how the combo’s now beaten by reality.

you know mason’s going to go home with that girl—another club, another random long-legged bimbo—and you know he’s going to either dump her in the morning or date her by the end of the month. if it’s the latter, then he’ll certainly break up before summer comes around the corner and the cycle’s going on a full circle once more.

he’s truly committed to the line he said when he’s doing casuals only the last time Tatler interviewed him—god, you’re there and you feel like puking. and by doing so, he’s also truly committed to breaking your heart every chance he gets.

yes, his girlfriend—whichever she is—will always stir up something so you and mason won’t hang around while they’re dating. but that’s not what breaks your heart the most. not even the words that flat-boobs idiot said about you. it’s when he comes back to you after dumping the girl and acts as if nothing happens.

yet, you always says yes to his plea of going to a party with him to celebrate his newly single life. even after knowing the pattern that he’d always desert you later on and you have to take a taxi home, all alone.

your therapist once asked, “have you confronted him about how he feels?” and you could only answer it with, “most of the time, i forget.”

but you know yourself better. you don’t want to burn the bridges.

however tonight, different than any other night, the bridge might as well been burnt down to ashes the moment your tears fell because fucking hell. you recognise the girl; new, upcoming starlet that comes from golden spoon. you want to hate her like usual for ending your world by tomorrow but you can’t because she’s basically everything you’re not and you know they’re a match.

he’s boisterous, she’s calm. he’s an active social butterfly, she’s everyone searches for.

but you can’t bring yourself to hate her because it means happiness to mason and it’s what matters to you the most. and it means he’s staying for longer than 3 months, which further leads to you probably sidelined for longer than usual.

you’re supposed to hate it, the fact that you’re getting replaced by someone miles better. but you can’t and you hate yourself instead. you start blaming yourself with all the things only an insecure person can think of, but you know you’re not insecure.

mason made sure of that—he’s good at building confidence—but he’ll never know why. he’ll never see why.

ironic because he’s got the clearest set of brown eyes and you will always love them till the ground buries you 6-feet down, even when you know those eyes will never see the watermarks on your skin because when it comes to you, he’s always blind.

blind to the fact you’re the one who stuck up when the teachers at school looked down on him going through the footballer path; blind to the fact that you’re the one who finished his homework whenever you knew he forgot because you wanted him to prove those teachers wrong too; blind to the fact that you were the one who put an umbrella over his head when he got turned down by the girl he liked; blind to the fact that you move down to London to be with him.

blind to the fact that you do that because you love him.

the very reason you never read those ‘childhood friend to lovers’ trope.

but unlike the endings of those kind of books where the characters reciprocate feelings, mason mount doesn’t even know how to appreciate someone who’s always by his side. he thinks it’s always something given to his plate and only then it feels like someone drops a bomb on your head.

how can you love someone so deeply when he’s stuck in his own head?

“i’m going home, mason,” so you cut their public make-out session to say it to his face, and the man’s shocked at your use of his first name. you never do that, not once in your entire time being friends. “i’m done.”

poor boy only thought you mean by done for the night. that you’re done because it’s tiring to see him doing his deeds like every other night. imagine his shock when he calls you the next week for another party, only for his calls to be answered by “the number you’re calling does no longer exist.”

he frowns so deeply ben had to straighten the crease out. there’s nothing happening in your life that can possibly lead you to cut off your line or to change your number. he calls your office and your assistant answers, as usual, but when he says he’s looking for you, the line goes silent for a full minute.

“hello?”

“mason,” a deep breath. “she resigned a week ago.”

“what? why?”

“if only we know,” and he knows your assistant’s not lying because he knows regret when he hears one. the company’s best asset leaves at her peak. “she goes in to the CEO office one minute and the next, she’s out of the building for good. boss says she’s done here.”

then it clicks him.

you’re done with him, once and for all.

and it’s too late for him to fix it.

[footballxixstars]

Injured Girl • Mason Mount

Request: Hey, I was wondering if I could request an imagine where you’re dating mason mount, and when at a training session you and Christian are messing around, and then Christian dislocates your shoulder and mason comforts you and then goes all protective and looks after you after you’ve been drugged

The season wasn’t going to plan for Chelsea at all and nobody could say why. They had a good season last season. They were third behind strong Manchester City and Liverpool sides and yes they lost some players at the start of the season due to either them leaving or through various injuries. Obviously, they had brought some incredible new players too but something wasn’t clicking causing them to drop some crucial points. For god's sake they were battling to stay top half of the table and that should never be happening considering the players they have and the money spent.

Graham Potter was at a complete loss for what to do. He has made them train harder and more but that didn’t work. He had given them a longer break away from training but that didn’t work. He spent more time talking about tactics and using them more in training but that didn’t work. He had to find a way to motivate them all. That’s when the idea came to him- a family day. If he throws a family day at the training ground after training maybe just maybe it’ll get them relaxed and more motivated. Either that or a training camp where they are unable to see friends and family. It would be a risk but a risk that is needed and that he is willing to take.

When Mason first heard of the family day he was quite shocked that it was happening considering the performance issues with the team. He wasn’t going to complain though. Since you were dating Mason he begged you to go along with him, not that he had to beg you but it was entertaining to see. Thankfully and luckily it was your day off anyway and you had nothing planned so you were able to tag along with no issues. It would be nice to see some of his teammates and their partners since you hadn’t seen a lot of them for a while or at all. Work had been a bitch meaning you were working long hours and unable to go to any of Mason's games. It would be a nice day out.

When the day came you went to training along with Mason just because it was so much easier as you’ll only have to take one car and saves you money from having to use public transport. The team and coaches didn’t mind you watching the initial training session considering a lot of the families were doing the same thing. If you were honest you weren’t really watching the training session as you were chatting to the other partners and even playing with some of the children to keep them entertained so they don’t run onto the training pitch yet. It was actually nice to see the kids' faces light up when they saw their parents on the pitch. Obviously you also kept one eye on Mason knowing he would complain if you didn’t watch him at all.

As soon as the training session was over Potter called out, finally allowing the children to go onto the pitch to play. Whilst they did you just stayed in your seat as Mason interacted with some of the children. It was adorable to see however it wasn’t long until he made his way over to you. He had this stupid grin on his face so you just knew that he was going to ask you for something or to do something.

“Come play,” Mason asked already dragging you so you couldn’t say no. Not that you would’ve anyway. He grabbed a ball and started doing tricks and dribbling it around whilst you tried to get it and when you did he would attempt to get it back. The two of you did this for a while just giggling like teenagers the whole time. Some of his teammates and the children joined in but it was still fun. Eventually Mason went to sit down so you were playing alone with Christian Pulisic. Not that you minded. Christian was one of your good friends so it's always fun to be around him plus the two of you mess around a lot together. People say that the two of you together is a dangerous matter.

Mason sat to the side watching you and Christian mess about together and when he knew that you were alright he turned to Ben and Kai to talk to them. He knew that you were an adult and could take care of yourself but still, he brought you here so he felt the need to make sure that you are alright. Unfortunately for Mason when he was talking to Ben and Kai, when his eyes were off of you, that’s when the accident occurred. One minute he was talking to them and then the next he heard a scream and Christian shouting something that cannot be repeated with children around. Mason didn’t even take a second to take anything in. He just cut off the conversation without finishing his sentence and sprinted over to you. He never runs that fast on the football pitch.

When he got over to you he saw you sitting on the floor clutching your shoulder and with one look at it he could see the problem. Your shoulder was definitely not in the place where it should be. You had dislocated it. Understandably your face was scrunched up in pain and Mason felt hopeless since he knew there was nothing he could do for you to lower the pain. It needs to be popped back into place and only medical staff could do that and thankfully Kai had run over to get them. Mason meanwhile had kneeled in front of you and placed a comforting hand against your cheek not wanting to move you at all knowing that if he jostles you at all you would be in tremendous amounts of pain. Even more than you are currently in. You were in pain and he hated not being able to do anything to get you out of it. A comforting hand was the most that he could do for you right now.

At first you were in shock from the sudden intense pain that was running through your body. Everything around you was a blur but when you came to it you felt Mason’s warm hand pressed against your cheek before you realised that he was kneeling in front of you. He must have been saying something to you as well because his lips were moving but unfortunately you were unable to concentrate on them because of the pain. Thinking about it you could do with some pain meds or something because the pain is getting unbearable. Like your mind could be read - the medics were in front of you.

Mason had to watch as the medics asked you some questions. Thankfully you were now coherent enough with Mason or Christian butting in occasionally, especially when asked what happened. Once the medics had their questions answered Mason thought that it would be best to get everyone away from you. Especially Christian. If Mason has his way Christian will be going nowhere near you again since he was the one to cause the pain.

“We’ve given her a penthrox inhaler which has some methoxyflurane gas in it which should help with the pain whilst we move here and pop it back into place,” One of the medics said once everyone had been moved away. Mason nodded and relaxed a bit when he heard that you were given pain medication but he knew that the biggest amount of pain was yet to come. Mason knows that he has to remain calm for you.

Mason watched and walked with the medics as they helped you to get inside away from everybody. The pain medicine had finally kicked in so although you were still in pain it was now bearable however because of it you were a babbling mess. A babbling mess spilling absolute nonsense and because you were still sort of around his teammates they could hear what you were saying and were laughing. Wanting to mainly focus on you Mason just glared at them hoping that they got the warning but obviously they didn’t and continued to listen and laugh. Wanting to protect you he hurried you inside knowing that you will be embarrassed about all of this when you are aware of what has happened. He doesn’t want you to be embarrassed by all of this so he will try to protect you from it.

“I’ll look after you,” Mason said softly as you sat down waiting for your arm to be put back into place. He will look after you until you get better.

———

MASTERLIST | MORE MOUNT

[landoncrris]

Can you do one with mason where the reader was on a girls holiday or she was doing something for work in a different country then masons tells her he’ll pick her up from the airport and he forgets,so when she comes home with an Uber she finds him getting ready to go out and they have a fight but after the make up:)

forgotten - mason mount x reader

REQUESTS ARE OPEN // MASTERLIST

word count: 2.9k

You were on a girls trip for the past week, since your best friend was getting married soon and you decided to spend some time abroad. For her, it was the perfect way to relax since she has been busy organizing the wedding for the last few months. But also for you, since you have been busier than ever with work lately.

You spent the whole day lying on the beach, enjoying the sun and partying all night. So it was safe to say that you were more than ready to go home and spend a relaxing evening in front of the TV, snuggled up with your boyfriend. Who you missed more than anything, as you also barely spent any time with him lately due to your busy schedule. When he called you yesterday and asked when you would arrive, and then told you he would be waiting for you at the airport, relief flooded your body.

You called him as soon as you got off the plane and waited for your suitcase, but he didn’t answer the phone. You figured he was probably still on the road, so he didn’t pick up. But when you tried it again ten minutes later, he still didn’t answer the phone. You declined your friends’ offer to take an Uber together, thinking that if he was on his way, you couldn’t just leave yet.

But after you had waited outside in the cold for thirty minutes, it was obvious that he wasn’t picking you up anytime soon. Which annoyed you, especially since you were tired and would have liked to just fall into bed. Your shivering body didn’t make the situation any better, and since you weren’t planning on standing in the cold, you weren’t exactly wearing warm clothes. However, there was also a part of you that was worried about whether something might have happened to him on the way. But you ignored that thought, thinking that he must have fallen asleep and didn’t set an alarm.

What you didn’t expect was that music was blaring from upstairs as you entered your shared home. You somehow managed to carry your things upstairs, which only made your mood even worse. And when you opened the door to your bedroom, the music got even louder, apparently coming from your bathroom. By then you guessed where he was and what he was up to.

He didn’t even acknowledge you when you opened the door, as he was busy looking at himself in the mirror and fixing his hair. It smelled as if he had showered not long ago, but he wasn’t dressed in comfortable clothes. No, he was wearing cargo pants and a grey sweater that was obviously sprayed with perfume, which you could smell even from your place at the door.

“Oh— for fucks sake, Y/N!” he suddenly yelled as he finally spotted you out of the corner of his eye. He placed a hand on the spot where his heart was beating as he breathed heavily before a few breathless giggles left him. He turned down the music from his phone before walking over to you, placing his hands on your waist and his lips touching your forehead. In response, you didn’t move at all, not giving in to his touch like you normally would.

“Hey, love, I didn’t know you were home already.” he said softly before leaning in to kiss your lips. But you turned your head to the side before he could, causing him to furrow his brows. You could smell a small amount of alcohol on his breath, which only fueled your anger.

“What’s with you, grumpy?” he laughed, squishing your cheeks with his fingers. In response, you pulled his hands away from you and took a step back, his expression hardening as you were obviously not in a good mood at all. He just didn’t know why or what it had to do with him. You could read that in his face, which made you scoff.

“What’s with you?”

“What do you mean?” he asked, stepping away from you again to check the time and turn off the music altogether. But you decided to ignore his question, seeing that he obviously had to be somewhere.

“Where are you going?”

“Out. With some friends. But i shouldn’t be long.” he said, as if it were no big deal. And it was in fact not a big deal to him. Apparently, he didn’t even know when you’d be home, which made you wonder if the rare free time the two of you got to spend together meant anything to him at all.

“You’re unbelievable.” you sighed, turning your back on him, thinking to yourself that you’ll just make the most of the evening by starting dinner. “You want to tell me what I did, maybe?” he called after you. But you kept walking anyway.

“If you don’t know, I can’t help you.”

“Just tell me.” he sighed, putting his phone in his backpocket and walking down the stairs behind you. In the kitchen, you stopped and looked in the fridge to decide what to eat.

“So there’s absolutely no memory of you saying you’d pick me up at the airport?” He screwed up his face at that sentence, at which you could practically see the wheels turning in his head. He was silent for a moment, but you spoke up again just as he opened his mouth. “Oh right, I’m sorry, going out was more important, of course.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you were coming home tomorrow like you said you would.” he deliberately repeated your words to provoke you, which let you know that arguing with him was unnecessary at the moment. He obviously didn’t want to admit he was wrong. You put what you got from the fridge on the counter, not looking at him, and tried to calm down for a moment.

“I told you not even twenty-four hours ago that I was coming home today, Mason.” you sighed, while you started preparing your dinner, still without looking at him once.

“Fine. I’m sorry. I forgot, happens to everyone.”

“That’s not the point,” you groaned, finally looking at him as he glared at you from his spot on the other side of the kitchen island. He just raised his eyebrows, silently prompting you to explain before looking at the time on his phone again. “I wanted nothing more than to come home and spend time with you. But no, you’re going out and forgot I was even coming home today.”

“What do you want me to do? I made plans with my friends first, I can’t cancel now.” he said. You then closed your eyes in frustration. Part of you still hoped he could stay, but the other, larger part of you just wanted him to leave because you were tired of talking to a wall.

“We made plans first tho.” you broke the eye contact and turned around, whereupon you heard him scoff behind you.

“Yeah, for which I thought was tomorrow.”

“Just leave, Mason.” you said, deciding that your evening would probably get worse if he stayed any longer and your argument might escalate because of it. What pissed you off again though was that he immediately did as you said and took his wallet and jacket from the counter, but before he left the room he muttered something else, “I’m late now anyway, thanks to you.”

After he left, you tried to make the most of your evening, showering after dinner and slipping into your pajamas before sitting down on the couch and turning on your favorite show. For hours, you told yourself, “Just one more episode,” and didn’t want to go to bed, even though you so desperately needed the sleep. Somehow you chose that excuse to keep waiting for Mason to come back, but you didn’t hear from him. All you saw was the picture of him that one of his friends had posted, grinning at the camera as usual. No sign of the little argument you had before he left.

Around midnight you finally decided to give up and go to bed, because waiting was pretty pointless, either you would ignore each other or fight again. But somehow you still couldn’t sleep properly, so a few hours after going to bed you heard him stumble into the house. But he didn’t come upstairs, which made you think he was trying to avoid you, when in fact you hadn’t done anything wrong. Unfortunately, he was just that stubborn.

As soon as you woke up the next morning, you remembered your argument from the night before, which made you want to go back to sleep and preferably not get up at all today. But you still had the feeling that as soon as you rolled over, Mason would be lying next to you, sleeping peacefully. But when you turned over, you found an empty bed and a completely clean room. There was no sign that he was in your bedroom, so you assumed he was sleeping in another room and wearing the same clothes as last night. Which only made you want to go back to sleep even more.

You weren’t actually mad at him for forgetting to pick you up or because he had plans with his friends, you just felt like he didn’t miss you as much as you missed him. Ever since you left for your short holiday, you had been counting the hours until you would finally see him again. But after he forgot about you, and after the way he welcomed you home, you were almost certain he wasn’t looking forward to your return as much as you were. Or as it seemed so far, not at all.

You did manage to get up after a while, though, especially since you were so hungry that you felt it would have been impossible to go back to sleep. When you went down the stairs, you definitely didn’t expect to notice the smell of food coming from the kitchen, since you didn’t hear anything from upstairs. And that’s why you expected Mason to still be asleep.

When you got to the kitchen, you saw him standing there in front of the stove, and he was indeed still wearing the same sweater as last night, except that he had gotten rid of his cargo pants, probably before he went to sleep. You saw him turn and look at you as you made your way to the fridge, but you tried to avoid any eye contact.

“Y/N.” he sighed, which sounded to you like he was annoyed. For a moment you felt bad, even though you had done nothing wrong.

“Sorry, I’ll leave you alone.” you said, quickly grabbing a yogurt from the fridge and wanting to head back upstairs where you couldn’t annoy him. But before you could leave, he stopped you by standing in front of you.

“No, that wasn’t what I meant,”

“It’s fine, I—”

“I made you breakfast,” he interrupted you, and a small smile appeared on his face as you finally looked up into his face instead of staring at your hands or his chest as you had been doing, “your favorite.” he added, whereupon you looked over to the counter where there was already a ready plate, so you guessed he was making himself breakfast right now too.

“You didn’t actually think making me breakfast was going to make everything fine again, did you?” you scoffed, trying to make your way past him, but he blocked your path with his arm this time, which certainly didn’t help your anger at him.

“Just stay and eat. Please?” at this you let out a defeated sigh and sat down on the bar stool across from the stove. You didn’t feel like arguing with him any further, especially not when he made you your favorite breakfast that you can never say no to. You just sat there for a few moments while you took a few bites of your food, still trying to avoid eye contact with him.

“I’m sorry,” he interrupted the silence between you, “I was an arse.” and you gave him a few more moments to see if there was more to his apology, maybe a better attempt than just saying “i’m sorry” but he said nothing more. Which only frustrated you that little bit more.

“It’s fine.” you sighed, trying once again to avoid another argument.

“You sure? Because a minute ago, you still seemed pretty upset.”

“I’m not upset, Mason.” you groaned, looking up at him you realized he wouldn’t recognize the secret message behind your words. And you weren’t in the mood to tell him, still ashamed of the fact that you clearly missed him more than he missed you. “Whatever, I’m not hungry anymore.” you said as you pushed yourself up from your spot on the bar stool, but he stopped you once again by stepping in front of you. You rolled your eyes. But he didn’t want you to leave while you were still angry, it was bad enough that you went to sleep angry because you promised that would never happen. Even though he knew he was the only one to blame, really.

“Y/N, talk to me, please.” he could see that something was bothering you, that you weren’t just upset or angry with him, because otherwise you would have acted very differently and certainly not as calmly as you were acting now.

“I’m not upset Mason,” you repeated what you had already said before looking him in the eye to tell him what you really meant by that, “I’m hurt.” you almost whispered, and just as he opened his mouth to say something, you spoke up and tried to walk past him again.

“It’s fine, really. I get it if you don’t want me around, so I’ll just spend the day with—”

“What?” he said quickly, pulling you to him by your wrist, whereupon you fell silent. “Why do you think that I wouldn’t want you around?”

“Because of how you acted.” you admitted, and as you looked into his eyes, you noticed that tears were threatening to spill over yours. At that, you looked down again. You didn’t even know what exactly had you so emotional, you just knew that you had missed him like crazy and that finally being with him again but not being able to do or say all the things you wanted to do because he had caused a stupid fight, was even worse than missing him.

“Y/N.” said Mason, trying to get you to look at him again. But when you didn’t, he forced you to look up by putting a hand under your chin. And when he too saw the tears that were in your eyes, his heart clenched. He hated seeing you like that, and knowing he was the cause of it was a feeling he never wanted to feel again. He pressed his lips together into a line as his hand moved to your cheek, brushing a few strands of hair behind your ear as he thought of the right words to say.

“I’m so sorry, I never meant to hurt you and I missed you so, so much— God, I don’t know why I acted the way I did. I had this whole perfect day planned today and I was so looking forward to it. I have no excuse for forgetting you and then acting like that, I was a total arse, but I really am so fucking sorry. I swear I will never hurt you again. Or make you feel like I don’t want you around, because if I could, I would have you around every second for the rest of my life, Y/N.” Mason said, all while never stop looking you in the eye. And even though part of you was still mad at him for what had happened, you believed him. That was more than enough to make you smile a little at that moment.

“Just tell me what I can do to make it up to you. Whatever it is, I’ll do it.” he said, his hand still resting on your cheek, his thumb slowly stroking it. While his heart was pounding in his chest, afraid that what he said wasn’t enough. Though he really couldn’t blame you if you were still mad at him.

“For starters, you could finally hug me and welcome me home properly.” you said, which elicited an adorable smile from Mason. He didn’t have to be told twice, because he longed for it as much as you did, so he immediately wrapped his arms around you. As a result, you wrapped yours around his waist and hugged him tightly, while your head found its usual place right under his chin. Making him put his chin on your head, and as he breathed in the smell of your shampoo, he finally felt at peace again.

However, your moment was interrupted by a loud stomach growl that made you both giggle. You felt him press a kiss to the top of your head before breaking away from the embrace.

“Maybe you should eat your breakfast after all, love.”

[prettymase]

Meant To Be

NOTES: This fic is completely newly written and I haven’t written in ages but I hope this is good enough. Before you get into it I want you to know that some parts of the fic are quite personal to me and I was contemplating on whether to add or not, but I have included TW warnings. This fic had also been requested by my love @footiehoemcfc I hope you enjoy reading it babe. There will be a part two to this but I wanted to get the first part out first bc I’ve left @footiehoemcfc waiting too long for this 🫶🏼 ✨

WORD COUNT: 4.9k words

TW: mentions of car crash, drunk drivers

You promised yourself that you would never be in this situation.

This is the kind of situation you told your best friends to avoid. It’s basic girl code, telling them not to be stupid in going back to their ex. You know it never ends well. Most of the time anyways.

Most of the time they end up falling for their bullshit and then that causes them hurting even more.

You know right now, you are a dumbass.

Your relationship with Mason ended shortly after Christmas.

It’s bad enough you saw it coming but you didn’t expect it to happen quickly after Christmas as the way he broke up with you, you thought he would want to mend things. Things that haven’t been easy in your relationship the last few weeks. You thought he wanted to apologise for being a dick.

Before the World Cup, you both knew the relationship was falling short. However, you were determined to make it work. No matter how had you tried, you couldn’t afford losing him.

You tried to support him in every way possible. Travelling to Qatar, showing your moral support. You also suggested couples therapy, tried to get him to talk about his feelings he was keeping inside. And everything else that was on the list. Making you feel useless at times.

Mason however, wasn’t having any of it. He liked to feel like he could take care of himself. He knew he was pushing you away and he didn’t want to but this is what it has come to and he can’t stop himself now.

In Qatar, there wasn’t much you could do with him not being able to see everyday with the World Cup consequences. Which you understood. You tried looking at the positives, maybe time apart from you would make him realise how much he misses having you around and helping him out. You thought he would he would take his time to think about how shitty he has been with you the last couple of weeks leading up to the World Cup. To your surprise, it was the complete opposite. Mason came to the conclusion it would be better if the two of you went separate ways.

The night you two broke up, well when he broke up with you, always replayed in your head.

-

“I think we should break up,” Mason started to say, showing no emotion on his face whatsoever.

“What?” you definitely wasn’t expecting this.

He had planned a a nice romantic evening or so you thought. The dinner table was elegantly decorated, with rose petals and candles around the table, with two glasses of wine, which you dismissed because you didn’t feel like drinking.

You thought the best of things, thinking that he’d apologise for his behaviour these last couple of weeks. Instead he did all this to break up with you.

“I want you to know don’t think I don’t love you because I do, it’s just the things that’s happening this season, I can’t love you the same when I’m feeling like shit.”

“You’re having one bad season and you’re throwing me out of your life?!” You asked confusedly and annoyed. “You’ve had problems before but this was never the solution!”

“Y/N you don’t understand. This is my life, I have to try and help and the tea-”

“This is not your life!!” You snapped. “It’s what you do for a living, big difference Mason.”

‘It is now okay?! Everything else seems like a distraction!”

“I’m a distraction? Your girlfriend who has been trying to help you for weeks is a fucking distraction? Are you fucking kidding me?” That hurt. It hurt how little to no appreciation he showed for your effort. The tears that you tried to hold in just fell. Maybe it could’ve been from sadness but now you were just mad.

Mad at him.

“Baby,” he sighed trying to ease the tension. Both of you had arguements before but it was never like this. He’s now thinking of throwing the years you had together, which you thought of convincing him to not to do this but it was useless and once he makes his mind up there’s no going back.

“You have no right to call me that anymore. You’ve clearly made up your mind.” You snapped.

“I’m sorry, okay. I didn’t word that right. But you need to understand me.”

“Understand what? That your job is more important than me and everything else in your life? That all the things I’ve done for you in the past meant nothing? Our relationship was for nothing? And that I mean nothing to you?!” You managed to say In between your sobs that you have been keeping in for too long, and this was your thirteenth reason.

You couldn’t hold it in anymore.

Mason stepped closer to you and tried to hug you which you refused at first, but you always found yourself giving in, in the end. This could be your last hug ever so you wanted to treasure it. Wanted to get close to him. Wanted to smell his aftershave that was lingering on his clothes. Wanted him to run his hands up and down your back for comfort.

All for the last time.

You could feel his tears dropping on your shoulder. This couldn’t have been easy for him too. Although you know he’s doing wrong but you also know the past year hasn’t been the best for him and no matter how much this is hurting you, you also know he’s hurting too. “I’m so sorry, my love. I know you think this is easy to do but i promise you it’s not. I love you so much and if it’s meant to be I’m sure we’ll find our ways back to each other soon.” He pulled away from the hug and held the sides of your face, planting a kiss on your forehead. His lips lingering on your forehead a lot longer than anticipated which relaxed your mind for a second.

“I’m going to go gather my things and go.” You sniffled.

Mason just nodded in response and let you get to it. You go into your shared bedroom, where you gathered most of your things, one thing that made you break down instantly was your scrapbook you made for his 21st birthday. It was his first birthday you celebrated with him and it was special too, so you wanted to make it memorable. You flicked through the book where you come across the first page which was the first picture you took together, him positioned behind you, his head buried in your neck while you looked so happy. The happiest you’ve been in a long while, you forgot what that felt like.

This book was meant to be what you show your future children, but you didn’t get that far ahead. You hesitated in whether to take it or leave it with him. However you decided to take it with you as you felt like he wouldn’t look back at it.

Once you finally got your things together, you looked back at your shared room which was now Mason’s for one last time. The good times you had in there would be looked back at for sure, at least for you anyways.

Mason who was waiting for you to be done was on the sofa, his head in between in his hands. When he saw you were coming out of the room he offered to help with your luggage but you refused.

“You can stay here for a little while once you get sorted out if you want?” Mason mumbled.

“I think it’s too late for that Mase. Thank you though.” You said as you walked to the front door and remembered that his front door key was in your bag which you handed to him. There was a keyring with the photo of the two of you on there. You walked towards the door until you heard Mason speak again.

“Y/n wait a second,” you looked back at him, hoping he would say this is a mistake and he wants to start fresh with you but was that the case? Nope. “Where are you going to go? It’s late. I don’t want you wondering about at this time of night.” He asked genuinely worried for you.

But you couldn’t help but answer coldly as this wasn’t his problem anymore. You weren’t his problem anymore. “You have no right to worry about that anymore. You start your life from scratch and forget what I ever meant to you. If I ever did mean anything to you. Good luck with the future, Mase.” You choked out.

Quickly, you got out of the door but you weren’t sure how much more you could hold your tears in for. Opening the boot to put all of your things in the back before you got into the drivers seat and drove away from his house for the last time.

There was tears streaming down your face the entire journey, luckily you still had your own flat that you didn’t end up getting rid of, but it’s been a while since you been in there so it will be weird at first but you’ll have to get used to it. After all this was your life from now on.

During your journey to your now new (old) home, you looked back on all the positives that your relationship had. For example; when he took you away just because he felt like it that was also when he said ‘I love you’ for the first time and you were wondering what you did to deserve this man. Now you were wondering what you did to deserve the situation he put you in.

‘Where in the relationship did we go wrong?’ You thought. You always thought you made him happy. But clearly not if he felt like he needed to chuck you out of his life like that. You clearly weren’t as important to him as you thought you were.

When you got to your old flat, as soon as you walked through the door, it’s like you were almost looking for a feeling of home come to you. But that wasn’t the problem. The problem was that it was Mason who made it feel like home. And now you had to live without him.

You had started talking to Mason in the most weird ways ever, you were going through so much at the time so him coming into your life during the most hardest times of your life you would describe it as was truly a blessing in disguise.

Let’s recap to that day..

-

It was one of those days.

One where you felt like God was never on your side, trying to understand what you did to deserve the last few days of chaos you’ve had.

Eyes closed. Trying to remain calm, steadying your mind and the pace of your breathing.

It had been a long day. You had just come back from the hospital 45 mins ago. No that wasn't your job, your mum had been admitted to hospital after having a traumatic car crash as you'd call it.

On Saturday night she was on the way back from dinner with her friends, until a drunk driver crashed into her and she remained unconscious up until Tuesday morning for a few minutes and remained unconscious again.

When you first got a call from the hospital your first instant reaction was shock and denial because as far as you'd known your mum was all about being a safe driver and she was always scolding you to drive safe. It hadn't settled in until you had seen her. All your emotions started crashing down at once.

You felt a bit helpless and guilty by not being able to do anything to help her, and you were losing hope slowly but deep inside you, you knew your mum will power through this, she's a strong woman after all. After having to raise 6 children when your father left you at a young age deciding that he wanted nothing to do with you, if she could go through that alone, you had hope that she'd get through this.

You couldn't help but feel alone. All your siblings were in their own little bubble and you didn't want to disturb them and you know that they wouldn't care because all of you were all so close but you couldn't help feel like you were burdening them.

All of you were equally upset, each one of them had their own distraction to help not think about this, but you had taken days off to visit your mum during hospital hours and just pour you heart out even though she hadn't had her eyes open you knew she could hear you.

Days prior to this, you had been struggling with your emotions already.

You had given your notice in for work because the environment was becoming so toxic and this guy at work would non stop harassing you until you couldn't take it anymore, mentally it was taking a toll on your mental health. Your ex had gotten back into contact with you repeatedly changing numbers, making different social media accounts to contact you, after numerously blocking him.

Overall you felt like crap, you didn't want to tell your friends about this because you felt like you were asking for sympathy when you didn't want that and you felt like they were all happy within their lives and you didn't want to burst that with your sad feelings.

So you just put a fake smile on your face which was believable to people, and when you were alone tears wouldn't stop flowing.

You hated yourself for not being strong enough.

The peace and quietness lasted about 2 minutes before a message came through your phone. You instantly thought it was someone from the hospital updating you about your mum but this message had confused you even further

Anna?

You most definitely weren't Anna and you most certainly didn't have a date today.

(Imagine you can see the face. Thank you😌)

It was like an addiction messaging each other, you just couldn’t stop. It was flirty banter most of time, he arranged for you to first meet him at a small cafè because he was eager to see you, and this meeting made you feel something for him, even more than you did.

The next meeting you decided to count it as a date, and ever since then you didn’t look back.

He was seriously a blessing in disguise. Your mum was getting better, you got a new job and you couldn’t be more happier that everything finally was starting to fall into place.

-

Over the months since your breakup you tried to forgive and forget; Forgive because he genuinely did have a lot going on and you also knew his passion for football and maybe you just need to find your way back to each other once the time is right. Forgetting about him and what he meant to you was the hardest thing to do.

It’s been five months now since your breakup and not a day goes by without thinking about him. You just had to remind yourself that he’s probably not thinking about you anymore and he’s probably moved on and as much you wanted him to tell you that he wanted you back probably wasn’t the case. Which hurt you deeply thinking about it but if that’s what helps you to move on then so be it.

The first month was incredibly difficult for you, wanting to text him every hour of the day to try and work things out, even though he ended it you wanted him to fight for you, you once thought you meant the whole world to him, and now acted like you were strangers.

His friends had found out about the break up and checked in on you to see how you were doing. They didn’t see it coming, especially Ben, he thought he was head over heels for you and he was always going on about how perfect his relationship is. Ben insisted on talking some sense into him but you refused, not wanting to force his way back to you, you’d much rather him come back to you when he was ready.

Whenever that was.

At this point you were starting to think that it would only happen in your dreams.

You felt a like crap and thought you were being over dramatic, thinking that Mason’s probably isn’t doing the same and moping over this, so over the next two months you tried pushing him out of your mind and start focusing on your mental health and yourself, getting your self love back.

Saffie, Libby and Imogen, who had been your support system since helped you through it and you couldn’t be more grateful. They also were shocked about the break up but as of right now you didn’t care. You had come to terms with that it wasn’t meant to be and you tried convincing yourself that you were fine with it.

When you moved in with Mason, it was difficult to see them, as they lived out of town and at the time things were just getting hectic that you didn’t have the time, even though you hadn’t seen each other for a while you had still kept each other updated on every little detail.

Tonight, you were going on a night out with your girls. It had been a while since you had a girls night and you couldn’t wait because you had missed your girls.

“Cheers!! I want to make a toast to Y/N. I want you to know that you’re the most strongest person I know and you don’t need no mannn that makes you feel like shit!!” Libby screamed through the loud music that was playing at the club, and you all took a sip of your cocktails. You promised to yourself and the girls that wouldn’t cry tonight and so far you were failing but you decided to blink the tears away and have the time of your life with your besties. It’s the least you deserved.

-

You don’t know how you got here but you’re not complaining.

You barely make it inside the house. As soon as you both are nside, you’re kissing, making out against the front door. Pushing him back, desperately wanting more, trying to suck every last drop out of the love that is still left.

You’ve missed him. Missed him so much.

“We shouldn’t do this,” Mason pants, pulling away, framing your face with his hands, and you nod.

“No, but it feels good, doesn’t it?” You say with a grin, that’s all your willpower gone out of the window.

Mason grins at you. Just like he used to; it’s just like it used to be.

“Fuck yes. Let’s go upstairs.”

You knows this will only hurt you in the morning but you can’t resist, you’ve missed him, missed how he feels, how he tastes. And all that matters right now is that your legs are wrapped around Mason’s waist and the way he groans when you push yourself into him.

Fuck, it feels good.

It’s not a long, drawn out fuck, no changing positions, no words. It’s not hasty either, but it’s desperate, both of them fighting for the perfect angle, chasing their release, needing it.

Still, it’s loving. The way Mason’s hand is in the exact right spot on your back, the way they kiss, breathlessly moaning into each others mouths. And the way they lock eyes, reading each other’s faces.

They’ve done this many times - spent so many nights entangled, making each other moan and pleasuring themselves. They know this, every part of it is familiar.

It happens too quickly, but you wouldn’t have the strength to prolong it anyways. It’s too much, there is not a single clear thought in your head as you kiss Mason through his climax.

“It will hurt more tomorrow,” Mason whispers when you pull him closer under the blanket. You know he’s not just talking about you aching. His tone is soft, laced with a shadow of a sorry, his hand gently stroking your arm, the gesture putting you to sleep.

-

When you woke up it was around four AM you weren’t surprised to find yourself sleeping next to someone but you couldn’t pinpoint on who it was as you were too drunk and didn’t remember a single thing about your one night stand as you rarely have them, silently cursing yourself for drinking too much.

This room seemed familiar to you though, you don’t know if your mind was playing tricks on you or if it was actually familiar to you. That was until the person next to you turned to face you, still asleep and you were met with none other than Mason.

You shot up at the exact second, accidentally waking up Mason doing so. “Y/N, what’s wrong? Let’s get back to sleep yeah?” Mason says in a sleepy voice but you were still in a state of shock of how this happened, you were about to reply until you turned around to face him to see him asleep again.

How did you let this happen.

You went downstairs to compose yourself with a glass of water and watched your reflection on his window.

‘You stupid idiot. Why did you do this to yourself?’ You thought. The more you thought about everything that had happened last night, how much you missed him touching you, kissing you, tears were forming because it just wasn’t fair that he was making you feel like this.

In the middle of your thoughts, Mason entered the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around your waist, buried his face in your neck, kissing it repeatedly. “Baby, why are you here? It’s 4am,” he whispered in your ear. You were just staring blankly outside at his patio, tears threatening to fall. Your lip started wobbling.

How could you be so dumb? He starts seducing you whilst drunk and it worked so easily he had you right where he wanted. You were never that girl to have one night stands, but this one felt like one because you knew what Mason’s decision was.

“Listen, you were drunk. We both had a little too much to drink. I saw you in the club alone, I don’t know where your friends were and you looked like you had a little too much to drink. I offered to take you home but you mentioned you left your keys with Imogen because you know how clumsy you can be and lose them. So I took you back to mine and I don’t know how it happened but there was sexual tension in the air and we both started kissing and one thing led to another, but I want you to know it doesn’t mean anything to me.” Mason said so confidently.

You needed a moment to hear the last sentence alone, but you wanted him to think that were coping well without him because he had moved on and somehow you needed to do the same, but after last night it’s become hard again. It’s like having sex with him has brought your feelings back again but it doesn’t matter because he doesn’t feel the same about you anymore, even though when you broke up he told you that he’ll always love you. You guessed that was lie.

You wanted it to mean something to him, you wanted him to ask for you back. You wanted him to fight for you.

Which will only happen in your dreams by the looks of it.

You wondered if he ever loved you? Now you just believed what your negative thoughts were telling you.

“I’m going to get my stuff and leave,” you said with a lump in your throat and glossy eyes.

Mason saw the expression on your face and was the sick of the sad expression you had on your face and he snapped, “Okay. Don’t expect me to stop you then. I have moved on.”

It’s like this was a different man in front of you, you don’t remember getting to know this guy, you don’t remember falling in love with him. The Mason you remember falling in love with wouldn’t let you go without a fight. You weren’t going to let him treat you like this so you snapped back. “Yeah because you sleeping with me last night really tells me that you’ve moved on doesn’t it?” You rolled your eyes.

“It was a mistake! I told you, I was drunk, you were drunk, one thing led to another and it’s a regret of mine now letting you think that you’ll ever get close to me again. Maybe, just maybe if you weren’t so needy all the damn time we could’ve given this a second chance.” Mason frustratedly said, with what he said, sounded like you hurt him, when he was the one to break up with you. It just didn’t make any sense to you.

You wished he hadn’t pushed you away. You pushed past Mason to get your things, not wanting to stay here a minute longer.

Mason stayed quiet, knowing what he said was wrong but in the heat of the moment it just came out. Once you came out of his room and got your things ready, you walked out his front door whilst he watched you leave.

-

It had been two nights since that night you encounter with Mason, you started thinking outside of box and tried moving on as he had, it was lot harder than you thought it would be. Maybe because the Mason you saw two nights ago was a completely different person in front of you.

Maybe if you went on a few dates it would help? You thought.

You never did see yourself separating from Mason, but that’s how things currently were and you had to accept that. You decided to scroll on Twitter for bit and what first came up on suggested posts surprised you a little because you weren’t expecting that when you opened the app.

To say you were more than hurt to see how he’s moved on quickly, but also you were convinced that the paparazzi make things worse from what they were. You experienced it when you were with Mason, so part of you were hoping that this girl pictured with him was just a friend but looking at the picture it was telling you something else.

You know it has been more than a few months that you’ve broken up now but a part of you wasn’t ready to let go. But you always promised yourself that if you saw Mason happy with another person you would be happy for him no matter how much it hurt you inside and you weren’t going to ruin his happiness.

That’s if this article was true.

Now you needed to move on because it seemed like Mason wasn’t going to come back to you by the looks of things and you need to accept that.

-

Mason didn’t know how to feel when the paparazzi photos came out, first of all the pictures were completely misleading to what they actually were.

He wasn’t on a date.

The only thing he was doing was playing Cupid, and setting this girl up with his mate, Ben. When Mason spotted Y/N on a night out with her friends, he was with Ben and a few of his other friends. This girl caught Ben’s attention but he was too much of a scaredy cat to go up to her. He thought he missed his chance.

That was until, the girl, Chloe, reached out to Mason on DMs and asked if they could meet to talk things through. He knew Ben wouldn’t dare to ask her outright, so they planned to call it a ‘blind date’ because Chloe actually had her eyes on Ben and it turns out that when she was about to go up to him that night he had disappeared, she couldn’t find him but she also knew Mason was good friends with Ben so she’s shooting her shot the long way.

Mason still deeply loved Y/N, he only said he moved on because he wanted Y/N think he’s doing okay without her. He really doesn’t know why he started pushing her away, and he regrets it because all he wanted know is Y/N between his arms. He would do everything for their relationship to be normal again, but instead he had to fuck it up.

Mason won’t be stupid enough to lose you again at any given chance. He was already stupid enough to know what life was like without you and he’s not risking that again.

He knew he needed to fix this.

—

taglist: @chilwellspulisic

[imoonf1]

────────────introduction ───────────

in a world where the spotlight captures her every move, yn ln lives at the peak of her career

always traveling tirelessly to fulfill a frenetic schedule, with no time for anyone but herself, but on one of her trips find someone who unbalances his structured life.

Between photographic smiles and laudatory headlines, an intense connection emerges marked by complicity and mutual attraction that leads her to travel a long path where she discovers different versions of herself.

where yn travels to England for work and finds herself involved in rumors of a relationship again

or

where yn writes three albums that confirm all the rumors of her relationship

MASON MOUNT

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🕷 ( 22 ; england ; Chelsea fc )

"I was always a fan of yours, when I

was little I loved your movies"

yn ln

🐧( 21 ; actress singer ; man city)

"I was always a big fan of Manchester City, but

i can support Chelsea a little for you"

「𓍢ִ໋yn's VERSIONS𓍢ִ໋」

first version LONDON BOY

second version LOVER

third version VIGILANTE SHIT

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒yn's universe🌷͙֒𓍢ִ

VERSIONS ─── mason mount

JUST FRIENDS ─── ruben dias

[thousandfourhundreddays]

1&7 deserves to be written somehow 🫶🏻

Just One Kiss

Xmas 2022 series

A/n Combining a few requests in one as prompt one got alot of love…❤️‍🔥 “Hey Hey, how about a #1 of the christmas prompts with Mason when he tries to get you under the mistletoe but you're with your family and are too shy to kiss him in front of them” & “Heyy, can you do 1 and 6 from christmas prompt list with Mason please! Love your writing xx”

“Kiss me”

“Huh?” You questioned, spinning round at the sound of Masons voice, startling you slightly as he stole your attention from your phone screen. It was Christmas Eve, and you were stood amidst the chaos that was your parents house having made the journey up to spend Christmas in your home town.

Your eyes focused on the man in front of you as you slipped your phone into your back pocket, yet your brows pulled together, a silent request for him to repeat his words. Yet he didn’t, a boyish smile smeared across his face as his eyes simply darting upwards in response. Following his gaze, you too tilted your head, a scoff slipping past your lips as you realised what he was after, your eyes landing on a branch of mistletoe right above where your bodies met in the doorway. “You wish” you teased, your lips lifting into a coy smile as you attempted to turn away from him, conscious of the fact that most of your family stood in the same room. Not that it bothered you much, but you could already imagine the way the kitchen would erupt in cheers and whoops and mocking, totally innocent, yet utterly annoying.

But before you could get away, you felt Masons soft grasp around your wrist, gently pulling you back towards him, the feeling of his warm skin on yours sending butterflies through your stomach. “I don’t make the rules, babe, come on” he argued, his voice dripping in smugness.

“Stop trying to get me under the mistletoe” you said, putting on your best uninterested face, yet you knew it was a battle you were never going to win, if it wasn’t for Masons determination, then your ridiculously strong inability to say no to him.

“Come on, baby” he whispered “just one kiss”

“Are you sure you want to be snogging me when my dads in the same room?” You teased, both knowing full well your dads already caught your kissing one too many boys in your lifetime.

“Will you be my new years kiss then?” He questioned quietly as he brought his hands to cup your face, fingers tangling into your hair at the nape of your neck, lips hovering impossibly closer to your own as you grinned at each other shamelessly, “or not? Because your Dad’s gonna be there?” You saw the glint in his eyes as he took full advantage of your shyness.

“Stop talking, Mount” you giggled, desperate to escape his teasing, and just as you’d expected, you’d caved to your weakness that was Mason Mount, raising onto your tiptoes and pressing your lips softly against his, just like you’d done a thousand times before, yet he never failed to set your skin alight, a familiar yet electrifying shiver running down your spine as a low hum slipped through his lips. You lowered yourself back down onto your heels in an attempt to pull away, yet Mason only swooped down to your level to meet your lips again. And suddenly, your awareness of your surroundings vanished as you felt Masons hands trail down your waist, any concern for who was watching slipping away slowly as you melted into him,

“Watch those hands, Mount” a voice boomed from behind you as his hands began to slip a little below appropriate.

The familiar sound of your Dad’s unimpressed voice filled the room, both you and Mason snapped your head towards the sound, a unimpressed look on his face as he sent Mason a warning glare, one you recognised as teasing, but Mason wasn’t so sure. As much as he liked to give off the tough guy, scary Dad approach, you knew he loved Mason.

You turned back to Mason, desperate to escape the shameful stare being sent your way, but you couldn’t stop your laughter when your saw the stunned expression on his face, eyes wide, lips gaping in search of words,

“Oh, you’re on the naughty list”

[vickwrites]

Hi love 💕 I saw you asked for requests and I have one for Mason Mount. Maybe one where you’re not really experienced in the bedroom yet, but you want to give him a bj for the first time, so after he makes sure you’re really okay with it, he helps you how to do so and it turns out to be a great experience and it’s all fluff and stuff but hot at the same time? I don’t know, let me know if you like the idea. Love your writing!

First times and great experiences - Mason Mount

Mason wasn't really your first time, but you weren't very experienced either. Most of your (good) firsts were with Mase, he was the first guy to ever eat you out, the first guy to actually make you cum, and now the first guy you have ever given a blowjob to.

Mason would always make sure you were sure you wanted to do something even if it was you doing something to him. "You really don't have you if you don't want to honey, I want you to be comfortable." Your verbal assurance was one of Mason's favorite things to hear, "I want to make you feel good Mase."

You slowly unbuttoned his pants, pulling down his underwear with it. Softly starting to stroke Mason's cock while looking at him through your lashes. "Is this good Mason?" He was already so deep into the pleasure you were giving him that he almost didn't hear you. "Yes baby, so good."

You slowly licked a stripe under his dick before swirling your tongue around his tip. Mason was moaning and grunting from the pleasure, "Right there love, take it slowly." You started taking Mason deeper into your mouth and throat, jerking off with your hand the part you couldn't get in your mouth.

You started to feel Mason twitch inside your mouth, "Baby I'm gonna cum." You continued doing what you were doing, making Mase moan in pleasure. "Are you sure I can cum in your mouth?" Mason wanted you to feel as comfortable as possible. You nodded at him, and soon after Mason cummed in your mouth, you swallowing it all. "You did so well my love."

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