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[felsicveins]

Animus

[realnyhiphop101]

Heavy D & The Boyz “Livin’ Large” Era

[alltoolewis]

Timeless- Mason Mount

I'm finally off for the summer & finally back writing! This one is super special and is inspired by timeless by Taylor swift, if you haven't heard the vault track please listen to it while reading this! This has to be one of my favourite things I have ever wrote... Hope you all enjoy & I can't wait to write more! Hope this apologies for my absence Love you guys x

P.S I will not comment on him leaving to united btw... as Liverpool fan I am devasted 😒

Summary- When you and Mason are cleaning your nan's attic you discover a book of your grandparents love story... helping Mason think of the perfect anniversary present for you...

Words- 2.6k

"Mase please.." you squealed as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, taking you by surprise as you continued to search through the old dusty boxes "This really needs doing and I never would of agreed to let you help if I knew you'd be messing around like this!" You didn't realise that agreeing to clean you nan's old attic would result in your clingy boyfriend of almost 5 years joining you. What was suppose to be a solo task, turned into a duo one the minute his brown eyes grew wide at your claim that you were leaving him for a couple of hours alone.

"I didn't know showing my beautiful girlfriend of 5 years love was classed as messing around..." he pouted, loosening his grip of you but of course not fully as his arm still hovered your waist. "It's not 5 years yet loser" You smirked, throwing something you believed was an old sock that was hiding in the box at him "We're still 3 weeks of that title!"  You still couldn't believe that it had already been that long. It felt like just yesterday that he caught your attention in the dimmed lightened room, his laugh being the loudest noise as the speakers blaring out the music you had always hated silenced, allowing you to hear what has since been your favourite sound. Since that night you had been by each others side, through the ups and downs, the spot next to him was always yours and vice versa... there was no Mason without (y/n) and he prayed there'd never have to be!

Silence filled the room once more, however the smiles never faded as you sorted through all your nans precious things. Growing up you never thought of your nan as a hoarder, her house was also tidy barely anything on display except the odd pictures of core memories but little did she know that she kept the purest things locked up here. From her old ballet shoes to her old school books, her old prom dress to a rock she found on her secret dates with your late grandfather... she kept everything.

"What's this?" Mason asked curiously, lifting up a book covered in dust and cobwebs. Being nosy of his new finding, you quickly went to where he was sitting next to him on the old fragile footstool, floor creaking as you did so. Your eyes hovered over the brown book in his hands, that it was safe to say that  time has took its toll on. Crouching down in front of him, your hand swept across the front cover, tears immediately filling your eyes as you read the words...

'THE STORY OF ANNIE & JOHN'

The words were followed by a photo of them together, smiles brighter than the stars as the look of love was written in there eyes. You had already heard the story of your grandparents many times from your nan... but seeing it in hidden pictures made your whole world freeze.

Noticing the sudden emotion in your face, Mason sighed "You okay, darling?" wiping away the fallen tears as they fell down your cheek, letting his hand hover there as a guard. Nodding, you gulped "Yeah... yeah I'm good.." Smiling he patted his knee, silencing telling you to come over which of course you obeyed. 

Now the book was on your knee as Mase held you tightly on his lap, head leaning over your shoulder as he traced comforting shapes on your arm. "Are you going to have a look honey?" He could see your clear hesitation to open it, as your hands strummed over the outskirts of the pages. Apart of you wanted to open the book, see the love of your grandparents everybody talked so dearly about, the love that was always compared to yours and Masons, however the other part of you couldn't help but think you were invading the privacy... you knew there story like the back of your hand. A secret romance that was forbidden by there families, your grandmother being in a privileged family who had a tradition to pick other privileged people for there children to fall in love with. While your grandad was the son of the maid, 2 years older than her but fell head over the heels the second he caught eyes with in his word 'a princess' They hidden what they had for years, scared that there families would tear them apart... but faith took its role and 12 years later they were happily married as a runaway couple, ready to start there new lives together.

As your mind wondered away, you felt his hand lace over yours, squeezing it tightly "It's okay (y/nn)? She would want you to see this??" You knew he was right... she'd be screaming for you to open it if she was there. Listening to him, you squeezed his hand back before opening it up. 

The pages looked just as battered as the front cover, but the love was still clear as rain. The book had different chapters, just like a fairy tale. It began with there first year, where your pop's mum first got the job and he was allowed to be involved in the staff picture where your grandmother stood just 5 people away. 

"I didn't know your grandad was in the war.." Mason whispered, scared to ruin the moment as you were flicking through there years together. It was there 7th year 'together'... the year your dad got drafted to fight in the war. "He didn't want to go" You mumbled back, hand touching the envelopes your nan had clearly stuck in the book "He wanted to stay with her although no one knew about them... he wrote her love letters, signed them off as Dave so no one knew it was from him"

"Didn't she call him Dave all the time..." Mason chuckled, squeezing your hip gently. He only had a few years with your nan, while with your pops he only had 1 short one & for the longest time he was convinced he was called 'Dave' "Yep!" You giggled back "Even after all those years together she still called him it. It was there secret code word..."

For the next couple of hours you flipped through the rest of the book, pausing to read the letters, see the small details of the grainy images. From there wedding to the birth of your mum, from the day they ran away together to the day your grandad came back to find your nan had been set up to marry someone else... it had all be recorded in the book.

Your heart broke when you flipped to the last filled page in the book, your grandads order of service leaflet from his funeral. Your heart broke even more when it came clear that your nan had placed it in by herself... ending there story together...

Noticing the tears falling faster down your face, Mason closed the book placing it gently down as he wrapped his arms tighter than ever around you, allowing you to sob in his chest. He didn't say much as you cried, just rubbed your back and whispered a few words of comfort, knowing what you needed most was time to absorb what you just saw.

Once you calmed down, you lifted your head back up to look at his warm brown eyes, his hand instantly going to your cheek "They we're amazing (y/n).." He smiled, causing you to mirror it back "They would been so happy you got to witness it through there eyes..."

"They were timeless..." You breathed out, looking down to the book on the floor that was bound to come home with the two of you.

"Just like we will be.."

Your head shot up to look at him with blood shot eyes "You think?"

"Oh I know we will!" He smiled, causing you to cuddle deeper into him "I hope so Mase..."

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3 weeks later.....

"Mase stop!" You laughed as he picked you as you went to put the key in your new shared home in manchester  "Please stop we need to get in before it rains... stop messing around!"

"I didn't know showing my girlfriend of 5 years of affection was classed as messing around..." He sulked as your laugh continued to echo around the house, taking the heels that had killed your feet all night "and before you start I can call you that now!!"

"I know..." You smiled, turning around to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss, one of many that day "and I couldn't be prouder to now say it.." Mason returned the kiss as he muttered I love you, which of course you mumbled back. Somehow you two ended up in your bedroom, his jacket through on the floor as the zipper on your dress began to be pulled down.

Just as it was about to get even more heated, he pulled back causing you to sigh dramatically. "Don't be dramatic lovie, we have all night to do that.." He laughed, dragging you to the end of the bed "But first I want to give you your final present of the night.."

"but mase you've already given me loads today.." You groaned, hating how much he had already spoiled you today. Giving you far to many presents, making you bed in breakfast and then taking you to the fanciest restaurant in Manchester. You honestly didn't know how he'd make the day even better before he pulled out a box placing it gently on your knee... "Now this one is kind of for the both of us..." He smiled wrapping his arm around you "But I think you'll appreciate it.."

Carefully, you untied the little red bow on the box lifting the box up with the expectation of finding more personalised jewellery. However your heart dropped to the floor as you saw something you'd never thought you'd see...

A book... Similar to the one of your grandparents but instead of there names it read...

'THE STORY OF (Y/N) & MASON'

And just like the other one, a picture displayed below it. One of you and him at the champions league final, your smiles brighter than stars and the same look of love they had.

"Oh my god M-Mase..." You speechlessly gasped, covering your mouth as tears escaped your eyes "I c-can't believe it.."

His eyes mirrored yours with tears as he placed his hand on top of yours "Open it darling.." He whispered, voice full of love "Don't be scared to read this one... it's ours only"

Listening to him like always, you opened the book, smile immediately spreading across your face as you flipped through to see the many filled pages of your story so far.  The first day you met at that party, the first selfie you took together, your first chelsea game, the day you moved together... every memory shared together was captured in perfect unison to the orginal.

"I didn't even know this exsisted!" You laughed messily, as you looked at the picture of you drunkenly asleep on Mason's lap at his Chelsea leaving party. You couldn't remember much of that day, other than you drunk the night away in hope that it took the sting away from living the beloved club and city... 

"Ben took..." Mason smirked "He sent it me the next day along with the video of you doing my celebration on top of the table..."  "Please say that's a joke.." You muttered as you hid your head in embarrassment, hoping that he  was lying..

"Nope!" He chuckled "I'll show you that later darling, first you have to finish this book!"

So you did. There wasn't much after that, other than his first day at united and your new home in Manchester... little did you know there was one final page to your story you were yet to experience...

"What's this?" You questioned as you flipped the page to see a brown envelope stuck to the page, similar to love letters your grandad use to write. Unable to say much, Mason whispered "Open it and see..."

With shaking hands you pulled out letter which was folded in half, his scruffy handwriting evident. You shot him one last look, nervousness written all over his face as you began to read the love letter addressed to only you....

My dear (y/n),

I've never been good at doing speeches or expressing how I feel, but with you by my side I feel as though I can do anything, so here I am... Ever since I saw you my whole world changed for the better. You fixed the hole in my life like a puzzle piece and ever since then I knew I'd never want to lose you.

The other week when I held you in your nan's attic made me think of if we met in another life, would be the same as we are right now... and the truth is sweetheart we would of have! Even if we met on a crowded street in the 40's or if I was sent to war and you were forced to marry another man... my head would of still turned for you just like it did at that party...

you still would have been mine, I'd of make sure of it!

I'm going to love you for the rest of our lives, till we have grey hair, mini mounts running around the place, a cardboard box stored of memories we made, we'll have it all! 

Our story starts now Angel... 

we're going to be timeless...

look forward...

Mase x

Tears poured down your face as you followed the letters instructions, showing him down on one knee, a small box with the most gorgeous diamond ring displayed in it, one that coincidently resembled the one your nan had...

"Mase..."

"(y/n)... will you please make me the happies man alive & spend the rest of your life with me??"

Unable to speak you nodded your head, falling to your knees as you wrapped your arms around him. "I love you so much.." You sobbed into his neck.

"I love you so much more..." He cried back, pulling back from you for a brief second to slip the gorgeous ring on your finger "This is your nans ring" He smiled "I asked your parents if it was okay if I gave it you... I want us to be a timeless classic like your grandparents, I want to fill that book up with you till the day we are torn apart by fate..."

Once more you were speechless as his arm wrapped around you, your head lay on his chest listening to the heart which had loved you for 5 years... there was no (y/n) without Mason and you prayed every minute of the day that you'd be the couple your grandparents were. A love so strong it could be seen from miles away, a love everyone dreamed of but only a rare few could experience... one that even time couldn't forget... Your going to be... 

TIMELESS

[taurgo]

Considering everything going on with the missing submersible full of rich people who wanted to visit the titanic for 250,000 dollars a pop, I thought it would be a good time to link this Sunday morning segment that talks about the company and the submersible:

Namely, 2:40-4:00 where they specifically state how it's not approved by any regulatory authority in the liability agreement and it's operated via an Xbox controller or something among the many other erm, interesting design choices (like ceiling handles from camping world)

So you know, do with this info what you will

[ge]

lrb thinking about that ghost mentor chung myung au again its so interesting.. chung myung becoming more cognizant and aware as he trains yu iseol and he begins learning about mount hua and how long its been since he died.. if he isnt only visible to yu iseol in this au, i think hyun jong meeting the restless spirit of his ancestor would be a really touching scene, full of shame and self guilt, chung myung and hyun jong finally seeing each other eye to eye as peers who carry similar burdens in a way that isnt so onesided like in canon..

sillier thought, since chung myung as a ghost is intangible, the kids find a work around of this by building him a little portable shrine that they take everywhere with them and whenever they eat or he wants smth to drink or snack on, they just light some incense and put some food on it, and chung myung can take it and pull out a ghostly incorporeal version of whatever food/drink was on it....

imagining a scene where no one else but the mount hua kids can see chung myung and theyre at some public event or feast like idk the meng so beast palace arc banquet scene and meng so is watching them load up this tiny ramshackle shrine w food and drink and is like 'what are you doing' and the kids are like 'feeding our ancestor' and meng so bursts into praise and song about how filial and dedicated the disciples of mount hua are TO THINK THIS IS HOW THE DISCIPLES OF THE GREAT PLUM BLOSSOM SWORD SAINT BEHAVE....! SO DEVOTED AND PIOUS

[spiraledalone]

merry christmas 🎄💌

[8um8le]

Comet clothes

So the old lady who owns a restaurant and befriended Comet will be named “Mrs. Li” :-))

But yeah the staff of the restaurant are actually nice to comet, they took a liking to his awkward but adorable demeanour

(Though not everyone in the city is like that, especially if they see a robo in a job a human usually does, but the staff will just kick them out if they see this happening :P)

Also thought it would be cute if comet learned a Chinese language (like mandarin) so he can talk to the regulars easily

I like writing for comet, he’s so tame compared to literally the rest of the main cast <;-DD

[the-offside-rule]

Mason Mount (Manchester United) - The Silent Treatment

Requested: on tumblr

Prompts: reader and mason has an argument and Mason gets the silent treament

Warnings: cursing

"Can you just fuck off and leave me alone? Fuck sake. Just five minutes of peace! That's all I fucking want!" Mason shouted. Mason had been having a hard time with playing recently. He found himself in positions he didn't wanna to be in and was taking it out on himself...well that was up until the last few games. On this particular night, he let someone past him and that exact player scored from not being tackled and of course, Mason sat blaming himself. In an attempt to comfort her boyfriend, Y/n assured him in the car it wasn't his fault and then again when they got home, which resulted in this argument. "I- Mase, all I said was it wasn't your fault they scored. It happens sometimes-"

"Y/n! Leave me alone for fucks sake!" He screamed. Y/n looked dumbfounded at his rage-filled face in the kitchen. She was sick of this. Almost every week he had a game was like this since he moved club. "Fine. Fine! Sort it out yourself." Y/n replied, storming off to the guest bedroom and locking the door. As she lay in the bed, she sat silently hoping he would knock her door, but as the seconds ticked to minutes, and minutes to hours, the only thing she heard was Mason's heavy footsteps up the stairs and their bedroom door closing. Tears threatened to fall from her eyes. Did he not love her anymore? Was it just the pressure he was under? Regardless,that's no way to treat your girlfriend of four years and would deserve an apology at least. She found herself dozing in and out of sleep and before she knew it, it was morning.

She opened the door of the room where she spent the night and walked downstairs, boiling the kettle for a quick cup of coffee. Thankfully, she had a day off from work today, so she could catch up on the sleep she missed last night. Y/n heard gentle footsteps coming down the stairs. She didn't bother turning to look. She didn't want to. The footsteps stopped as he reached the kitchen door before carrying on, walking past her to the fridge. Her eyes followed him as he grabbed one of his pre-made smoothies and shook it, looking down at his phone in the other hand. "Morning." Mason mumbled. Y/n didn't reply. Instead, she simply made a noise that sounded like she said it back. No more words were shared. All Mason had done was say he'd see her later and then fled out the door to training and when he got home, it didn't get any better.

Y/n was putting away the shopping into the cupboards. Now usually, Mason would come and suffocate her with kisses and offer to help so they could sit together and watch the TV, but instead, he dropped his bag at the door, looked in to say a quick hello and then went upstairs to his games room. Y/n held back frustrated tears. What did she do to deserve this treatment from her boyfriend?

For the rest of her evening, she sat reading. Y/n usually didn't have time to read but given the recent circumstances, why shouldn't she? She heard the occasional laugh from upstairs from Mason, to which she paid no attention to. She had gone about half through her book when she heard Mason come down the stairs. When she looked up, she saw him in his hoodie and sweatpants, looking around bewildered. She opened her mouth to ask him what was wrong, but thought better and went back to reading. Mason walked around, checking through the drawers in the living room before he turned to Y/n, scratching the back of his head. "Erm, babe? Have you seen my spare controller? My other one is out of batteries." Nothing. He looked at her even more confused. "Y/n?" She didn't even look at him. He walked closer and knelt down beside her. "Babe? Are you alright?" He asked. She nodded and kept her poker face on but didn't bother looking at him.

"Oh come on, are we seriously doing this?!" Mason asked. She still remained silent and unphased. "Baby, please! I just need to know if you've seen my spare controller. The lads are waiting." Mason pleaded. Y/n shrugged her shoulders and flicked to the next page of her book. "Come on, I'll treat you if you tell me where it is." He offered in a sing-song tone. Still nothing, not even a smirk. "This is ridiculous. A fucking joke." Mason mumbled, standing up and walking off in a huff. He turned to see if she would react to the last remark but nothing. "Are you still caught up on last night?" Silence. "Y/n, babe. I'm sorry but you're being childish if you're ignoring me for wanting to be by myself." Y/n raised a brow, but didn't dare tear her eyes from her book. Gaslighting. Well played, Mount.

"Are we really not going to speak?" Y/n pulled a face and shook her head. "Fine. Be like that then!" He shouted, slamming the living room door behind him, making Y/n flinch. Her breath quickened. He was beyond mad with her. Was this the end for them? Could it even be salvaged at this stage? Before she could ask herself anymore questions, the door opened again and in walked Mason. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry, baby. I'll never do that again." Mason apologised repeatedly, quickly pacing over to the couch and lying ontop of her and hugging her. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry-" He said over and over. "It's okay, it's okay-" She repeated back. "No, I'll never do it again. I swear to you, I'll never do it again. I don't like it happening to me."

Y/n lifted his face up to look at her. He was lost in her eyes. "I promise I am sorry. I just can't take you not talking to me." He whispered. "Still need your control?" She asked, running her fingers through his hair. Mason shook his head and nuzzled his head into her chest. "I'm not leaving here. I missed it too much." Y/n let out a content sigh and reached for the control, switching over to the Champion's League and watching the match contently together.

[rievriev]

i love them sm man they're so silly

[telluricdog]

kingisle whenever they need to coax older players back: HEY YOU PERSON WITH A WALLET!!! REMEMBER DRAGONSPYRE?!? REMEMBER HOW SAD THE LAST ACT MADE YOU FEEL? HERE'S SOMETHING REFERENCING DRAGONSPYRE!! ISNT THAT YOUR FAVORITE?!

[masonmount11]

Perfect

[princeanxious]

Why do there gotta b so many options for Cameras. I just wanna record how I make my posable figurines from scratch without dropping $900 minimum because I don't have anything more than an 8 y/o laptop to hook something up to. At some point it feels like it'd be cheaper to just. Buy a phone exclusively to record with(my current phone has No Space for that)??? But even that sounds ridiculous. >:(

[masonmiamor]

the cause and the fixing - - mason mount x reader.

gif by @christian-pulisic!!

Summary: After Mason reveals his true feelings, you’re left stuck feeling hopeless and utterly confused on where you lie.

request are open!

“You've been avoiding me…”

The sudden deep and low voice startles you, you look up and see Mason standing in the doorway of Kai and Sophia's house. You look back down and finish cutting the cilantro they needed outside for the marinate. You try to control your breathing, to make yourself seem unbothered and calm, but it's hard to do that especially when he looks so good.

A black tee, with his usual navy green cargo pants, his new hair fixing it all together. His footsteps get nearer to the kitchen island making it known to you he won't stop until you give him a good reason. You continue cutting the cilantro and began placing it in a small container, preparing yourself to make a run for it. But he beats you to it. Tapping you by placing his hand on the counter, the other one rubbing his jaw.

“Y/n… tell me why you've been avoiding me,” his tone of voice sounding almost hurt and disappointed. How can you tell him without ruining things? Tell him you're in love with him all of the sudden? That anytime you want to meet someone new, you look for him in them? That you wish right now you could be wrapped together watching the sunset? No, you couldn't.

“I’ve been busy with Uni, and work. I haven't gotten a day off since all of these upcoming holidays that are coming around soon. I don’t owe you-”

“Bullshit!” he spits out, frowning and fluttering his brows. “You have been avoiding. Not once have you communicated with me tonight or these past weeks. You just went out with your girlfriends the other day, and don't lie, I saw the photos and videos,” his words cause your mouth to agape. You were definitely caught off guard, not expecting him to confess he’s been watching you.

“I already said I’ve been at Uni and work, I don't owe you or anyone explanations. This is just me…” you shrug your shoulders, coming off slightly passive-aggressive. He gives you a knowing and unconvinced look, “Tell me y/n… I know there's something you're not telling me, I thought we were friends that could trust each other,” he states. You grimace at the word friends… ‘he doesn't feel the same at all. He doesn't like or even love you Y.n! Wake up and move one’ you thought.

A moment of silence passes, and you shift your weight from one leg to another suddenly becoming shy and small against his taller figure. You look up and lock eyes with his now softer brown ones. His hand is no longer propping himself up, now slowly reaching up to your cheek, where he rubs his thumb over the small and unnoticeable imperfections. He gulps heavily, the tension slowly growing in the proximity of your bodies.

Your pulses raise almost as if you could hear it in the silent room, your breathing rapidly grows but you try to play it off. You gaze over his freckles, the small scar on his lip and upper brow, and his longer slightly curved lashes back down to the small moles on his cheeks and neck. You slowly lift your hand and pull his off your cheek gently, watching the visible wounding look on his face, completely confused and shocked.

“I have to go outside. They need me, if you'll excuse me,” you whisper almost afraid you let your true emotions and feelings out. “Y/n,” he calls out his voice stern and serious as you walked away holding the container. But you don't listen just letting your feet and body guide you outside with the rest of the crowd. You fight back the tears wanting to come down, trying to stop your shaky hands from collapsing.

To say you were feeling watched was an understatement. How could you not feel his long stares and gazes from time to time? The fact he stared right exactly at you when he spoke to his friends around him? Mason couldn't keep his eyes on you all night, thinking back to the way you've been distant and ignorant. But why though, what had he done to make you feel this way exactly? Or who?

Soon after you found yourself growing tired, it had been a couple of hours since you last saw him, and now all you desired was to be at home and maybe cry. He was nowhere to be found though, not outside or inside, completely gone. With courage and strength, you said goodbye to everyone, promising Sophia you'd make it to brunch next week on monday.

“I better see you there Y/n! I miss our dates together, and honestly, I need to be out sometimes,” she laughs making you smile. “I'll be there, and maybe with a small gift too,” you tease and wink at her. She hugs you tight and kisses your cheek before making your way out. When you step outside you see his car and him driving off.

All the overwhelming feelings got the best of you for the rest of the week, making it hard for you to focus since you were so distracted. Your professor even called you out for, embarrassing you infront of everyone. That Saturday evening someone knocked on the door leaving nothing but a package you had not placed or ordered. Inside was a gold necklace with a heart and infinity sign. You left it in the front, obviously not yours.

The next morning you woke up with a text from Mason asking if you could talk but you didn’t respond. Not mentally prepared to face him after everything. You had the whole day to clean and prepare for Monday. Sophia had reminded you about your brunch and you sent her your outfit to confirm everything, to say the least, she was over the moon.

The morning before Valentine's day you got up early to make yourself look somewhat presentable. You curled your hair slightly, applied makeup, a darker lip, and even some falsies that you like to go along. Your outfit was a long sleeve short black dress, some tights, and heeled boots, your dark red trench coat was the cherry on top. You grabbed a beanie, scarf, and some gloves in case the weather decided to drop a bit more. You placed some gold jewelry and grabbed your wallet making sure everything you needed was inside.

The restaurant was not that far so the drive was easier than in past times. You met Sophia inside, your waiter coming along and asking for drinks. You went with a cup of juice rather than something bitter, while Sophia ordered a cappuccino. “You know who asked about you yesterday?” Sophia said then took a sip of her coffee. You had an idea of who but you didn't want to say it out loud, you shrug your shoulders and spoke.

“Who?”

“Mason. Well, he sort of asked me more. He wanted to know how you were doing and if you received a package. But he just looked so disheveled and upset Y/n. I don’t know, Kai and I have never seen him like this,” she says. The package? That was from him? He didn't leave a note or anything?

“Did something happen between you? You look tense and pale,” she retorted, you could hear the worry and nervousness in her voice. You sigh, your shoulders dropping, “I’ve been avoiding him… Mason, I haven't spoken to him.”

“Okay uhm-, I may need more information as to why… Did he say or do something? Or?” she says shifting in her seat. Your leg bounces up and down, suddenly feeling the attention on you. You fidget with your ring and look up at her, her lips pressed together waiting patiently. “If you don’t want to tell me that's okay too! I don’t want to force you or anything like that-”

“No no no, it's okay! Maybe talking it out is what I need to do…” you utter.

~~~~~

You went out for a small get-together but shocker! The house was filled with strangers partying as if their lives depended on it. You felt dizzy and slightly tipsy, still coherent about your surroundings. After using the upstairs bathroom you went down and walked through the crowds of bodies. The smell of sweat and weed knocks your senses. But before you could make it to the kitchen you stop dead in your tracks.

“You taking Y/n home or what?” teased Ben, making Mason snicker out a laugh. “You're hilarious absolutely not!” his groupie chuckled. “Oh cmon Mase, when are you going to admit it and finally ask her out?” spoke Christian.

“What are you guys on about? I do not like Y/n whatsoever. We're friends buts that's it. She is stunning but she's not for me, I'm too focused right now on football. That’s my priority.” mason said in an obvious tone. Your heart shattered a bit, misreading the whole situation.

He was the one that invited you here tonight, practically begging you to come as he didn't want to go alone.

“Man, please! She's so into you, she makes it obvious sometimes, and you do too. The hand holding, your hand on her waist sometimes. You make her giggle when you whisper into her ear? That fact you've told us she's off limits? Yeah just friends my ass,” snorted Reece.

Did you really make it that obvious? Your cheeks burned red in embarrassment as he called you out. Maybe you did interpret the situation wrong and he didn't feel the same way. You imagined after spending an incredibly close time together he may feel something.

He always kissed your temple when he greeted you, hugged you tightly after a long day, and sent you random videos he finds interesting or funny, and the way he remembers even the smallest details. The fact he is completely different around you than he is with his friends, is more real and humble. This wasn't the Mason you grew to know?

“I don't know what you want me to say or expect me to do. I already told you guys I’m single and that's it. I'm not interested in her at all. Me and her are friends and simply that. And she's off limits because I know the type you guys are. Don’t need her getting hurt by you?” Mason conspicuous.

You listen all along as they tease and sometimes laugh, all while as you silently cry. You keep it together for the sake of not trying to ruin the vibe. When he meets up with you after a while he apologizes for leaving you and kisses your head, holding you tightly against him. It suddenly didn't feel right, and he could sense it.

“You okay?” his voice strained with uneasiness. “I'm fine, just tired and hot. I'm going home soon,” you tell him. He completely believes you and locks your hands together, bringing them up to his lips where he kisses your knuckles. “Just let me know so we can go home.” Your stomach turns at the intimate gesture, your eyes slightly burning.

Does he not realize what he's doing? That this isn't what friends do? That it feels so wrong yet right? That he says ‘home’ as if you were living there. “I'm going with Sophia actually, I do not want to bother or spoil the night,” you lie, offering a smile and watching as his eyes soften at your tone. “You don't ever do that Y/n. I love spending time with you. It's special and truly one of a kind…”

He gets up and leaves again after 10 minutes. When you go and find him to tell him you're leaving, you see Mason talking with a blonde, smirking at her. The disgust, rage, and pain you feel. ‘He was never yours, and never will be..’ you think. You regret coming as you make a run for it, trying to forget this ever happened.

~~~~~

“What a fucking prick! And he has the nerve to still ask about you?” exclaims a now furious and frustrated Sophia. You chuckle and sigh more deeply than before. “It's whatever now. I look stupid and he's out there living the dream!” you say sarcastically and Sophia gives you a sad look.

“I do think you should talk to him though… if you want…” she offers. You strain out a laugh, “And say exactly what? ‘I overheard you the other day, and by the looks of it, you want to remain just as friends?’ ‘Mason I like you but you don't look at me the same way?’”

“It hit me already we weren't meant to be, and that's completely okay! I'm not going to force him to be with me, like he said his main priority is football. I can’t be a distraction or hold him back from what he wants… something he's sacrificed and worked long for” you express. “If it isn't meant to be it won't ever happen or work out. I can't keep that slightest bit of hope forever that one day he changes his mind and might like or love me in a way, it will mess with my head.”

“Ive been hurt in the past before, and it took a hell of a long time to even open up to people. I’ve learned and I’ve lost, and I won't put myself through what I went through,” you say softly. Sophia remains quiet, not knowing what to say or do, but she asks you something that makes you laugh painfully inside, “Do you love him?”

“Yes… and it scares the living crap out of me. But what is love?”

~~~~~

After brunch you go to work, wanting to groan at the number of paperwork that's waiting for you at your desk. You greet the receptionist and go up the elevator to your floor. You attend a small and quick meeting and catch up with some colleagues. You close your office door and stumble back at the big bouquet of white and red roses at your desk. “What the fu-”

You walk over to investigate it, seeing no note once again. Your phone pings and you look down to see who it was.

Mason

I hope you enjoy the roses. We need to talk y/n. It's driving me insane, I just need to see you. Please just talk to me.

And so you agree… like the old times before. The whole day was filled with nothing but anxiety and nerves. You agree to meet at your flat, so you pass by and buy some groceries to make dinner. A bottle of wine if case things end up going the wrong way…

You stumble around trying to find your keys, but your hands are full of bags. “Here let me help,” Mason's voice startles you almost dropping your bag and groceries. But all you do is watch as he takes some bags and unlocks your flat door. “Is that it? Or is there more stuff in the car I can go get?” you eye him suspiciously as his body language is off and tense. Is he nervous?

“That's all of it,” you say deadpan walking into the kitchen and beginning to put stuff away. He follows you like a lost puppy but still helps put items in their place. The closeness of your bodies again makes the tension rise in the room. The air feels hot and almost claustrophobic. He watches and hears as your heeled boots click against the ground.

That's when he finally takes a good look at you, your hair curled and parted to your favorite side, your makeup is fully done, the long dark red trench coat, but what makes him clear his throat is when you remove it and sees the tight black dress fitting perfectly against your figure. Resisting the temptation to pull you close, and trace his hands over your curves.

“Would you like anything to drink or eat for the moment?” you say shyly as you felt his gaze on you. He shakes his head still dazed and looking at you, ‘Is this real?’ Mason thought. “I’m okay for now thank you,” he mutters out finally. You nod and go to the sink to wash your hands. Mason feels even more confused and off. Why were you acting like this?

“I didn’t expect for things to turn out this way for us,” Mason says out of the blue. Your chest feels heavy and full, but you manage to face and look up at him, “What do you mean?” you almost plead. He walks around over to you, “I mean for us to go from being so close to acting like strangers…” he whispers.

“You’ve been avoiding me, and I want, no, need to know why Y/n,” he begs. You cross your arms so he wouldn’t see your shaky hands. “So please let’s do us both a favor and talk. To mend and fix things between us. Isn’t that what people do? Talk it out?” he questions.

“Are you seriously going to act like that and avoid what you said?” you say angrily. He stares at you dumbfounded, “That’s the thing though, I don’t know what I said. So please help me out here.”

“Y/n and I are just friends, nothing more. Oh but wait suddenly I'm off limits?” you quote back to the party. He puts two and one together but before he could speak you cut him off. “Yes. I did overheard, I tried not to but that’s hard when someone or a group is speaking about you,” you defended.

“Y/n…” your name coming off slowly and hesitantly from him. “I don’t know why you’re wasting your time here, we’re just friends. Friends just check in then and there, just a quick update and that’s all. Friends don’t almost kiss each other goodbye or cuddle on the couch, they totally do not whatsoever go on dates and hold hands, or do what the other person enjoys doing. Friends are friends,” you rant.

He just stares at you, feeling his throat go dry. “You wanted to talk but you’re suddenly quiet. What’s up? Cat got your tongue,” this new you slightly intimidated Mason. “We’re not just friends, and you know what,” Mason finally objected making you scoff. “I don’t want to lose you Y/n, i’ll never forgive myself for that, but we both know and can’t deny that we’re just friends.”

“What happened to football being your main priority? Did that sudden change how you feel too or?” you acknowledge humorously. “I’m not going to sit here and beg for you to tell me you feel the same way. I don’t know if I believe you…” you continued. “But I do feel the same way… The exact same feelings you get…” he blurts.

You shook your head, and looked down. He steps closer to you grabbing your sides, you feel how they tingle at his touch. “I can tell you right now exactly how I feel about you without feeling shy or scared.”

“It’s the way you make me smile or laugh for no reason, that you always see the positive despite it being negative, you come up with the craziest ideas that in the end I always agree to do, that you push me to do the best and beyond, that I can be myself and feel safe at all times with you, that I can come to talk to you for anything…”

“The way you’re always down to get ice cream despite it being late, that you hold me the right way and soothe my inner thoughts away. What I love most is that contagious laugh and smile you have, that you’re not afraid to speak what’s on your mind ever. That you put others first including me before you, I simply love because you’re everything I see in my future. My future is with you, together.”

A tear rolls down your cheek, and soon the others follow. “Whatever I said that night, I never meant a single word, or for things to get like this, to make you feel like this. I said it because what we have is special and precious, and they wouldn't understand, sometimes I just want it for myself, in our own little world…”

“Mason,” you croak, reaching up and finally touching his chest and then placing them on his neck, rubbing your thumbs over his jawline, his stubble tickling. “Jesus baby, your touch is like silk, soft and gentle yet delicate at the same time,” he groans, his hand coming back to wrap around your back, pulling you closer.

You let out a faint giggle, seeing him smile wide, “I love you Mason,” you finally confess, he bends down and gently places his forehead on yours. “I love your brown eyes, hair, nose, dimples,” you tease. He laughs, “Okay so physically features anything else? Do you like my hands? My brows? My sense of style?” he jokes.

“I love the fact that no matter what you always come back to me. With you I feel complete, you’re caring, respectful but most of all loving. Our time together never is wasted, as if you're always down for a crazy adventure. You know how to calm my stress and always tell me to chase my dreams. But Mason, you are my dream and beyond.”

“Just like in my future?” he whispers along your lips making you shudder. “Exactly like the future you see. Me and you…” he wasted no time and brushed your lips together. His lips engrave into yours, one kiss and you’re already intoxicated. His lips move passionately against yours, his hands traveling dangerous low as yours come up to play with his hair. He pulls away his eyes still closed, “Be my valentines and girlfriend?”

“Yes, I'll be your valentine's and girlfriend I guess,” you jokingly roll your eyes annoyingly. He kisses you again, and then pecks your lips, still not over the feeling of you finally being his.

“I love you Y/n…”

[mxsonxmountx]

MM x Blonde

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Bold: Mason

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Masons been debating to change his hair colour for months, he wanted to go blonde, you wanted him to stay darker since dark hair was one of your weaknesses. You’ve always seen him with dark hair, so maybe seeing him going blonde would maybe break you a little. “I have an appointment tomorrow… are you coming?” “What sort of appointment? Where is it?” “It’s at the hair dressers…” “If you’re going blonde, I don’t want to see it” “why? Please come with me, I promise it will look nice, then if you really hate it I’ll change it back to dark for you” “blonde won’t even look good on you, I might come. I’ll see Mase” “what other plans do you have for tomorrow instead of staying in the house?” “I might already have plans… what time is it?” “I’m booked in for 1:30”. You didn’t have any plans but you just didn’t want to see him go blonde. The following day came round quicker before you knew, he was up early doing a morning workout and you was getting ready do to some shopping with a few of the girls. “I’m going now, hopefully see you soon. i love you” “we’ll see Mase… i love you too” you wasn’t upset that he was going blonde, but it was going to break you more than you’d thought. Once Mason left you headed out with the girls, quick shopping trip before you and Mase go on holiday next week. You felt your phone go off and it was Mase, you knew it wasn’t going to send well when you knew he didn’t finish any messages off with any x

You made you way to where he was after you dropped off one of your friends.

“Well… what do you think? It’s not too bright is it?” “I love it, it’s not the bright blonde that I had in mind. Its perfect Mase” “you do?” “yeah, I find it pretty hot” “if I knew you was going to be like this, I would’ve done it sooner” “it’s a favourite, shame you didn’t do it when you had it longer though” “lemme grow it out and you can have it anyway how you want too” he said whilst giving you a quick kiss on the lips. “What do you want for dinner? We can pick something up” “Chinese? We haven’t had that in a while?” 

You drove to the Chinese which was roughly 25 minutes away from where you lived, thankfully Mase had called the order through so you didn’t have to wait around ages for it. “Maybe we can have a chilled night tonight after the Chinese? Maybe you can do your skin care on me or something?” “of course we can Mase” soon as you got home, you plated up the food whilst Mase got the living room ready with blankets, pillows and of course fairy lights. “what’s on your mind Mase?” you said whilst running your hands through his hair, it was something you did when you was friends and it helped him relax so much quicker “nothing, just worried you know” he had his hand tracing the tattoo that you had on your thigh, Mase rarely does something like this, but you could tell he was worried about something “about what?” “What if the fans don’t like the new look? The deadline for the transfers, nobody is safe. It’s all just piling up” “who cares if the fans don’t like it, your girlfriend loves it. We’ll be safe, whatever happens, wherever you go, I’ll be there with you” “thank you”

[spiraledalone]

obsessed with these gifs of mason looking like an actual newborn baby

[sixty-silver-wishes]

I'll be honest I haven't touched the bible in years but there's actually some relevant stuff going back. maybe I'd like to get back in touch with religion outside of a church setting. organized religion was suffocating, especially as I experienced it. but maybe I could get a bit more spiritual in a more individual way