#reputed manchester

[nevergavein]

Favourite Taylor Swift Tour Outfits: (5/?)

[swiftlysimulation]

[geegilmore]

✨ Cause I knew you.

Xo Gee ✨

[tayfabe75]

"Concerts are supposed to be about innocence, and about joy, and about excitement. And what happened just over a year ago in this city was an attempt to steal that innocence, and steal that joy, and steal that excitement, and steal that escape. And ever since then, you have shown such strength and such exuberance. And you've shown that you're never going to let anyone forget about those victims. And you've known that you have such incredible resilience - to keep dancing, and to keep the innocence and to keep the joy and to keep the excitement. I just wanted to say, Manchester, is it such an honor to play for you tonight."

June 8, 2018: During a show in Manchester, England, Taylor pauses to remember those who lost their lives in the Manchester Arena bombing in May 2017. (source 1, 2)

[rachlou86]

It’s exactly five years since my first rep shows in Manchester! When I made this sign I had no idea how true it would be. Holding on to those tour memories was the only thing that got me through the pandemic

[thatgreenlight]

(Touched her shoulder just before this. I missed the high five cos she tripped, bless her 👋)

Taylor Swift’s left shoulder

[lovelytsunoda]

(what’s the story) morning glory // lando norris

summary: noel gallagher’s daughter has a reputation for two things: being the funniest woman on the internet, and really having a thing for american guys. to the delight of all, she shows up at one of her dads concerts with a boy from bristol on her arm.

pairing: lando norris x gallagher!reader

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northern quarter, manchester, united kingdom

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yngallagher break through the barrier - tina turner

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user mommy? sorry, mommy. sorry!

user she really is that bitch

user real question: is she united or city?

-> yngallagher would you hate me if i said neither?

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manchester, england

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yngallagher acquiesce - oasis

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yourbestie SLAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

noelgallagher it was an honor sharing the stage with you, my wonderful daughter

-> yngallagher awe love you too dad!

user is it just me or did it look like she was blowing kisses to someone off stage?

-> user no ur so right someone was definitely there for her

user yn could single-handedly bring oasis back together

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entertainmentbuzzmanchester YN Gallagher spotted last night in the VIP area of her fathers Manchester show cozying up to this unidentified man. Gallagher, who performed at the show, was later seen leaving the arena with the same man.

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user has she finally found her american prince?

user we’ve lost her to a fucking yank y’all! the hold that eighties matt dillon had on her was too much!

stacey_spacey I’ve seen that shitty haircut somewhere before

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landonorris so born jovi is better than me?

yngallagher maybe maybe not ;) listen i'm ready to hard launch whenever you are, but don't feel like we need to rush things

yngallagher you have my dad's approval, and where i come from that's like being knighted

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yngallagher my daddy likes him so you guys should too :) silvo dump is incoming, just have to get some film developed

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user hottie

user now that's defo lando norris fight me

-> user idk bro it seems like a reach to connect them together

-> user yes but have you seen the twitter thread by user stacey_spacey? she makes some good points

noelgallagher im just gald you aren't dating an american. i wish he was from manchester, but beggars can't be choosers

noelgallagher im just kidding, darling. glad youre happy xx

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yngallagher . . . surprise!

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user holy shit

charles_leclerc what the fuck

-> oscarpiastri what the fuck

-> carlossainz55 what the actual fuck

-> alex_albon what the literal fuck

-> yngallagher why are you guys being so mean to pookie?

stacey_spacey i was right HAHAH

landonorris you're my wonderwallll

-> yngallagher i love you too my sexy loser boyfriend

-> oscarpiastri what is wrong with both of you

user lmao why is everyone so shocked?

-> maxfewtrell when i saw them together at silverstone i was certain it was like a joke or a pr thing?

user he looks like he negotiated with god to be allowed on earth

[nevergavein]

[leah-lover]

Love in Ibiza. Barca x reader.

Orgy part 1. Part 2

You heard ibiza was beautiful and fun but you never thought you would experience it ever in your life. You were a midfielder from Manchester who suddenly got a call up to replace one of the best midfielders in the best club in the world. Your life was as normal as any footballer but your work ethic wasn't. You were talented and hard working which paid off. Barcelona offered you a contract that would then change your life in many different ways. The first obvious way was the new place, friends, and community in which you struggled a little. The weather was a nice touch that made you like the place more. As for the friends you quickly got friendly with your new teammates but the language barrier stopped it from progressing to more than friendly. The only person you considered close was Lucy. you never got to play with in man city but she was your shoulder in Barcelona. She showed you everywhere and helped you in a lot of ways. The second thing that changed your life was the winning, the positive and ruthless reputation, and the attention. It all served well in the end and landed you the best trophy in women’s football which was the champions league. As a celebration of the fact, some of the girls rented a house in Ibiza to go celebrate their victory , which was a tradition at that point. You weren't going at the beginning but when Lucy insisted you couldn't say no to her not after her kindness towards you.

You were a shy person but after the tequila shots coursing through your veins a new found bravery was all over you. You danced all your adrenaline away on the first night of the celebration. You were on the dance floor the whole night dancing with your teammates. Suddenly , you felt your legs give out so you headed back to the house and called it a night. Your drunkenness didn’t allow you to see the scene you were about to walk in through out the window. You stumbled all the way to the door, your hand searching for the key and your eyes not functioning properly. You open the door, walk in, and throw your purse and keys aside. You still pay no attention to the people in front of you or the noises coming from their direction. You then walk towards the coach only to lift your head and see mapi making out with alexia. The shock of the moment led you to scream and run outside. You close the door behind you and go back to the club again. Once you got there Lucy was the first one to find you.

“ Sweetie, what happened? Why are you so pale, talk to me please?” she asked, worry on her face.

“ promise me you wont tell anyone.” you respond.

“ yeah of course.” she responds.

“ capitna is… well mapi is…… Fuck why did i go back to the house.” you sit on the sidewalk your head in you hands.

“ You are not making any sense.”

“ mapi is cheating on ingrid, she was making out with alexia. I don't know….”

“ Come with me.” said Lucy, helping you stand up. She took your hand and led you without saying a word. You didn't understand what she was doing at first until you realized she was going back to the house and you stopped her.

“ Luce no please.”

“ Just trust me okay.” you sight in agreement and follow her back to the house.

Once you got there you noticed the window now that ingrid was the one who was kissing alexia now. In shock you stop Lucy again but now you are at the front door so she just opens the door and walks in.

“ luce, lucy” you whisper but she pays you no attention and walks in. However, you stay at the door.

“ You can walk in, carino, it's fine,” said alexia. You jumped again at the sound of her voice, but you obeyed and entered. You made your way to the couch and sat at the end of it.

“ I am so sorry about the way I reacted and swear I didn't mean anything bad. I was just confused and surprised and…” you were speaking really fast and you felt sweat develop with a rapid pave on you body. “ Sweetie, it's alright just breathe, listen, and you will understand. “ said Lucy after she put her hand on your thigh.”

“ You see, this time in Ibiza isn't used just for partying. We celebrate with more than tha. We do whatever we want and whoever we want. We all have an understand=ding of the commitment we made with one another. By we I mean myself, mapi, alexia, jenni, aitana, lucy, and ona. We like each other so we sleep with one another, sometimes only 2 of us, sometimes it's all of us.” explained ingrid with a small smile on her face.

“ you weren't supposed to see anything. I didn't want you to stay alone in Barcelona so I invited you. I am so sorry if you are uncomfortable we can book you a flight out of here.” apologized lucy.

It took you a minute to absorb all the new information. You didn't realize that they were waiting for a response from you. All their eyes were glued on you.

“ Do I have to go?” you respond.

“ Only if you want to” responded lucy.

“ If I don't leave, what happens then?” you say with a cheeky tone.

“ whatever you want. “

The room was static by now, most of you were on edge.

“ Is this celebration an exclusive thing or?” you ask, oxygen no longer entering your body.

“ Are you aware of what you are saying?” asked ingrid.

“ yes.” you respond, nervousness clear on your face.

“ no.” jumped alexia. You didn't anticipate her response so a frown developed on your face.

“ capi.” said mapi.

“ Ella no está lista” responded Alexia to her.

“ I am ready.” you say to alexia.

Everyone then turns silent.

After that Lucy sits closer to you, and moves her head milemeteres away from yours. “ are you sure?” she whispers. You lock your lips with hers as a response.

[desperate-gay]

how bout a heated confession between r and kim little? i really want some kimmy fics 😔😭 my girl needs more love and attention 😔🙏🏻❤

Unexpected Confession

Kim Little x fem!reader

“You, my dear, are one of a kind!” Leah exclaims, grasping onto your shoulders as everyone cheers you on. You smile sheepishly while collecting all of the compliments with a light blush.

Arsenal had just won 4-2 against Chelsea with you scoring two goals back to back at the end of the second half. The whole team basically jumped on you when the final whistle blew, congratulating you while spewing how amazing you were the full ninety minutes.

“Our little miss innocent also showed some of her rough side with that tackle.”

“Katie, stay away from her, we can’t handle you rubbing your card reputation on our goal scorer.” Steph says, shielding you from the Irish woman by wrapping her arms around your front so her taller form blocks your view.

“Well thank you all for the many flattery remarks, but it wasn’t-”

“Y/l/n, a talk?” Kim interrupts, nodding her head toward the empty office.

The team all stand in silence, wondering why their player of the match is getting called away by the captain.

You look at her with a confused look when she announces your last name. The both of you are extremely close and friends outside of games, so when she announces your last name, you’re taken aback.

You quickly follow Kim into the room before she shuts the door with a gentle click and closes the blinds so none of the team can snoop around.

“I told Jonas to bench you for the upcoming game against Manchester.” The midfielder states with a stoic expression and her arms crossed.

“What? Why?”

“That tackle against Reiten was dangerous. Someone could have easily gotten hurt and you need to deal with the consequences.” She explains while avoiding your gaze, not being able to keep her captain facade up if she even takes a peek at your doe eyes.

“That’s so unfair! Russo made a late tackle but she’s not getting benched!” You exclaim, getting irritated at the sudden hostility directed at you.

“Your tackle was dangerous and could’ve cost you an injury. My decision is final.” Kim’s tone warns you it’s the end of the discussion, but you’re too pissed off to give her the satisfaction of an easy win.

As she goes to walk away, you quickly run in front of the door, blocking the older girl from exiting the room. Her eyebrow raises in a silent warning matching the unimpressed look on her face.

“No. You’re not just going to walk out of here without giving me a reason as to why I’m being benched.”

“I’ve already told you-“

“Don’t give me that bullshit excuse that it’s because of my tackle. Yes, it was a little late and that’s my fault but that is no reason not to let me play next week. So tell me the real reason why. Now.”

Kim now raises her eyebrows in surprise at your sudden demanding front. You’re not even sure where it came from because the way the captain is looking at you, you wish you could melt into the floor and never come back, but you simply just gulp and stand up straighter to keep strong.

“Do you really want to be talking to your captain like that?” She questions, cocking her head to the side while slowly walking closer to you, causing you to feel smaller and smaller at the girl's sharp gaze.

“I want the truth.” You say shakily, wiping your clammy hands up and down your tracksuit.

“I gave you the truth, but you can’t deal with it.”

“Why are you lying? Just tell me!” The rise in your voice shocks the other girl, you’re usually always the quiet, calm, and sweet person of the team but not when someone is continually being untruthful towards you.

“You could have gotten injured.” Kim admits halfheartedly, showing you she is still hiding something.

“I am fine. You have no right to take me off the team just because of something that could have happened. If you don’t tell me the real reason now, I am walking out of here and I don’t want you talking to me unless it is an explanation or an apology.”

After a minute or two of silence, you give up. With a scoff and a roll of your eyes, you begin to turn the door handle only to be stopped by an unexpected confession.

“It’s because I love you!”

Your body stays facing the door as you process what the Scottish woman has just said. You run through all the little dates the two of you had together, remembering how you were hoping it would be much more than just friendly, but also thinking that the girl just wasn’t into you like that.

“I should have never said that, it was quite inappropriate. You may leave now.” Kim sighs with one hand on her head and the other waving you off. Slowly, you begin to approach her pacing form.

“Kim.”

“You don’t have to stay. You’re dismissed.”

“Kimmy.”

“Seriously, go home. It was a mistake and I didn’t mean it.”

“I love you too.” You whisper, locking eyes with her when her head snaps up.

“You love me?” She asks in disbelief, making you smile at how quickly the older girl turns quiet.

You take a few steps forward so you’re now face to face with her. You hesitantly wrap your arms around her as your thumb smooths out the tension between her eyes.

“I do. And I’m hoping that your confession was real because if it isn’t, you will see a hole shaped me through that wall.” You joke, causing the both of you to giggle softly, breaking a little of the tension. The taller girl’s hands find a comfortable place on your hips while she continues to look at you with a smile.

“It was real. I have been in love with you for a while now and I wasn’t sure how to tell you. I guess being a jerk wasn’t the best way.” You laugh with a small shake of your head.

“No, it wasn’t, but you can make it up to me.” Your head tilts, looking at her with a bright smile. Once she starts to lean in, you do too, meeting her halfway just before she stops.

“May I?”

“You may.”

With the whisper of confirmation, Kim softly connects her lips to yours in a gentle kiss, showing you how much it means and what it means. Only ten seconds in, she goes to pull away, but you wrap your hands behind her neck and pull her back in.

“Too short.” You mumble against her slightly chapped lips, leaving her chuckling at your eagerness and pushing you closer to her by the small of your back.

Before things got too heated, you both decided to pull away even if you didn’t want to. Although the kiss ended, each other’s arms stayed hugging around the other, enjoying the closeness.

“Will you let me take you on a date, let’s say this Saturday night?”

“I don’t know, I’m supposed to go out with this one girl who constantly takes me out on non-romantic dates because she’s sure we’re just friends.” You sigh in fake disappointment, letting the midfielder roll her eyes at your antics.

You gasp when she slams her lips into yours in a quick but fierce kiss before pulling back with a satisfied look.

“Let me make it romantic.” Kim offers with a charming smile, wooing you fully into saying yes even if you don’t need convincing.

“I’d be an idiot to say no.”

After a few minutes of little kisses, giggles, and talking, the both of you go to open the door only to be met with multiple falling bodies. A sheepish Kyra, Katie, and Beth look up from the floor with guilty smiles while the rest of the team turn back around and continue in their cubbies like they also weren’t eavesdropping.

“Everyone get dressed and leave unless you want to come in extra early tomorrow for some extra laps.” Kim announces with her captain expression, making everybody scramble.

The Scottish woman watches with a stone-cold expression before turning to look at you with a soft smile. She leans over and places a lingering kiss on your cheek.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Of course.”

[tayfabe75]

June 9, 2018: During night two at the Etihad Stadium in Manchester, England, Taylor performs a tour debut of 'I Don't Wanna Live Forever'. (source 1, 2)

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - Drunk

Ruben, on his way to pick up a drunk Y/N 😅

Ruben picks reader up after a night out with her friends, and the two of them get into a slight argument.

Enjoy!

"I'm drunk."

"Yeah, I figured."

You didn't have to wait long outside of the club before Ruben's car pulled up. He was there to pick you up just minutes after you hung up the phone.

"Did you circle around the block?"

"Maybe...."

"Ruben."

"What?" He pushed the car to a start and drove away. "I know you would need me as soon as your friends got picked up by their boyfriends. Let's just call it me being one step ahead."

"Yes, but their boyfriends don't drive a prosche with tinted widows and a license plate that says "TREBLE" on it."

Ruben grinned behind the wheel. The one grip he had around the steering wheel, shifting it slowly from side to side, did something to your insides.

"What?"

He caught you staring.

"Nothing."

"No, tell me. Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Well, if you most know...." You paused to hick up. "Fuck."

Ruben laughed.

"It's not funny."

Another hick up. Ruben's laughter increasing.

"Stop it, Ruben, it's not funny."

"It really is. How much did you have to drink tonight?"

"A lot, so slow down the car if you don't want me to ruin it."

Ruben did so with ease. Pressing down on the breaks with his foot, smoothly slowing down the vehicle. "Like that?"

"Much better." Your head fell back against the headrest. A sigh.

"How's Tina?"

"Ugh." You groand at the mentioning of the reason for your troubles.

"What?" Ruben's eyes left the road.

"She's the one that got me this drunk, you know."

"On purpose?" A dent appeared between his brows.

"It's not like you think."

"No? Because it sounds pretty bad."

"Yes, but she knows guys don't hit on me anymore, so she wanted to have a singles girls only moments with me while the other girls—"

"But you're not single." Ruben's eyes had returned to the road. However, the look on his face was still intense.

"No, I'm not single, Ruben." You placed a calming hand on his lap. "But like I said, guys don't hit on me anymore, so Tina saw it as an opportunity for the two of us to enjoy ourselves. Which we did."

"Why don't guys hit on you anymore?"

You sighed at the fact that that seemed to be the only thing that Ruben got out of what you just said.

"Y/N?"

"Huh?" Your thoughts had drifted. Clearly, to Ruben's annoyance.

"Why don't guys hit on you anymore?"

"Well, duh. I have a boyfriend, don't I?" This was half the truth. The truth was that you used to be a bit of a party girl in your younger days. Younger, meaning before you started seeing Ruben. Your favorite go-to place used to be the club you were just at tonight. The Varsity. You and your friends used to go there all the time at university, so much so that you started getting your own reputation amongst your fellow club goers. But that reputation remained only at The Varsity. However, your friends would bring their friends, which included guys looking to party. And soon you had admires from all over Manchester city, coming to find you where you spent most of your nights, on the Varsity dance floor. Luckily, your reputation died out once people found out that you were dating Ruben Dias. Too many people started making preassumtions about you without having met you, which made it harder for you to make friends these days.

"Why do I feel like you're not telling me all there is." Said Ruben, his eyes still pierced on the road.

"Please baby, don't be mad."

"I'm not mad." He said. However, the rest of the ride was spent in silence.

Once you arrived outside of Ruben's flat, he made sure to round the car and hold the door open for you. You had taken your heels off in the car, and so to protect you from stumbling upon something sharp, Ruben had picked you up and carried you inside bridal-style.

"Baby." You blushed. "You can put me down in the elevator, I'm not that drunk."

"Fine." He slid your legs back onto the ground. And for some reason, the way he had done it, with such stiff mannerism, felt just like a punch in the gut.

"Are you hungry? Do you want me to cook you something to eat?"

"No, thank you. I think I'm just gonna hop in the shower and go to bed." You mumbled as the two of you stepped into Ruben's tidy apartment. It was dimly lit at this hour, the city lights twinkling outside of the windows.

"Alright, I'll be right there with you. I just have to prep my meals for tomorrow."

"Okay." You made your way down the hall towards the main bathroom. However, just upon entry, you changed your mind and slid into Ruben's bedroom since the shower inside his joint bathroom had the best water pressure. You decide to wash your hair while you are at it, taking the time to wash away your sins.

It felt like you had done something wrong enjoying a night out with your friends. You understood Ruben's frustration with you being careless with your alcohol consumption, but never did you think he would judge you for that.

"I brought some Gatorade."

"God, Ruben, you scared me."

"Sorry." He chuckled.

You had stumbled out of his bathroom with a towel wrapped around yourself. Ruben was sitting on the edge of his bed, near the nightstand that held a bottle of strawberry Gatorade, along with two white pills.

"For your headache....tomorrow." He said.

"Right...."

You made your way over to his closet, grabbing one of his t-shirts to wear for bed. Your mind was less foggy after your shower, realizing that Ruben bringing you Gatorade was probably his way of wanting to ease the tension between you.

"Thank you." You turned around quite swiftly, in a way that left Ruben raising his brows. "For the Gatorad, I mean. And the pills...for my future headache."

His smile warmed your heart. "If you drink your Gatorade, I bet it won't hit as hard."

"Yes, sir." You saluted and to Ruben's amusement made your way over to the nightstand, grabbing the bottle of Gatorade, however struggling with its lid.

"A little help, please." You handed the bottle over to Ruben, who efortlessly spun open the lid.

"My hero." You said before grabbing the bottle, tilting half of its content into your mouth. It wasn't the classiest thing to burp once you finished, but mind you that you were still a bit tipsy.

"Time for bed?"

Ruben nodded. "After you."

He let you crawl into his bed and under the covers. There, you sat back and watched your boyfriend undress. Ruben draped his shirt over his head, revealing a firm set of washboard abs.

"A strip tease. Just for moi?"

Ruben chuckled, his jaw sharp under the dimly lit room. He turned the lights on completely after dropping his pants, folding the neatly in his closet before joining you in bed.

You clung to him immediately, invading his side of the bed like a real cover hog. You kissed his face, his nose, and then his lips. Ruben's stubble tickled your finger tips, however, you groaned at the fact that he wasn't returning the love back to you.

"Not tonight baby. You need to rest."

Please, I'm not even that drunk." You said, "Besides...." Your hand slipped in between the sheets, revealing Ruben's secret. "I know how much you want me right now."

Ruben grunted with your touch, your hand squeezing his groin, challenging his self control.

"I'd let go if I were you."

Or what?" You said, nipping his lip with your teeth.

"I'm warning you Y/N."

"Yes, warn me before you punish me."

Ruben cock strained against the fabric of his underwear, growing stiff in the palm of your hand.

"Please, Ruben I need you inside of me."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yes." You sighed, your voice high pitched.

"How about I used my hands instead."

"Yes, your hands, your dick. Anything Ruben, just fuck me already."

His large hands joined yours under the covers, slipping under his t-shirt that you wore, resting at each side of your hips. "Are you ready for me, baby?"

"Yes, Ruben I'm—" You screamed. Ruben's hands squeezing your hips, shocked your very core, knowing damn well that that was your worst tickling spot.

"Stop it Ruben, I...can't...breath." You squirmed below him, his laughter dimming your cries for help.

"Ruben!"

There was a tousle of the bed. Not one you originally wish for, but one that left you equally as exhilarated and exhausted. In the end you and Ruben lay on your backs, panting and laughing. Perhaps the way every night out should end from now on.

[f1byjessie]

A PICTURE IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS ━━ LN4.

sometimes the right words are hard to come across, and sometimes everything you need to say can be captured in an image.

( lando norris x photographer!reader )

━━ part two.

Friday evenings are typically spent in the comfort of your flat. Normally, you’re half paying attention to reruns of whatever shitty reality TV happens to be on and half scrolling through social media to keep up with the ever-fluctuating trends of content as per your job requirements, all the while eating your body’s weight in takeaway. It’s not the dream, but it’s certainly a dream.

Tonight, you plan on amending things to include going through the pictures of Bali’s stunning beaches that Lando’s been spamming you with throughout the day, but beyond that, you have no intentions of deviating further from your norm.

You’re actually really looking forward to it. Though you’d rather cut off your own hand than admit it to his face and give him new ammunitions to tease you with, you miss Lando during the winter breaks. So much of your year is spent having him nearby━ a near-constant presence buzzing with the inability to slow down let alone stop━ and when he isn’t around, the silence seems louder. There’s no one else who manages to annoy you the way he does, and it’s just not the same without him.

To make matters worse, between your new job, Lando’s travels, and the scheduling conflicts that have arisen in turn, you haven’t had a chance to catch up with him beyond a few back-and-forth messages about his current escapades. So you really, genuinely, truly are looking forward to it.

Garrett Ward throws a wrench into things.

You have mixed opinions of Garrett. He can be very sweet, and he’s gone out of his way to make you feel incredibly welcome in your first week with the Manchester City team. He makes good conversation and seems genuinely interested in what it is you’re doing, often asking questions about your equipment and process, which is a nice change of pace from most other clients you’ve worked with in the past who rarely give two shits about anything beyond the final product. But his reputation is… concerning.

Garrett Ward is infamous in English tabloids for being a notorious womanizer.

There are several articles that come to mind, but the most damning of which is from 2019, before his trade to Manchester City, detailing with very incriminating photos how he’d been seen entering a club with two women and then leaving just a few hours later with a completely different pair. You don’t want to assume he’s the same man now as he was back then, nearly a full five years ago, but you’ve been working in the sports industry long enough to know that athletes can have anyone and if they want then they will have anyone━ there is no shortage of temptation.

And you are not arrogant enough to assume you would be the outlier.

Which makes his interest in you feel less like friendly curiosity and more like something you need to be wary of.

It’s also why━ as you make the trek through the Etihad Campus car park━ you feel dread begin to pool in your stomach as you answer your ringing phone. “Hi, Garrett.”

“Y/N!” He exclaims excitedly, sounding like he hadn’t just seen you barely ten minutes ago in the weight room. “I meant to catch you before you left, but you were outta there so fast I wasn’t able to.”

And there’s probably a reason for that, you want to say, but you hold your tongue. “Yeah, I usually try to be pretty quick about it.”

There’s an awkward pause left open as if he expects you to say more, and when you don’t he clears his throat. “Erm, well, I was actually just calling to see if, perhaps, you would like to grab dinner with me this evening.”

You don’t. At all. It’s one of the last things you would like to do. There are plenty of other hellish things you would willingly rather subject yourself to before sitting down and sharing a private meal with this man━ jumping into the Thames is one of them, and letting Lando drive you around on the autobahn in his Spider is another. Both could very easily result in death, permanent disfigurement, or any other number of horrible outcomes, but neither includes Garrett.

Your hesitating silence must be an answer enough for him, because he chuckles again and adds on quickly, “No strings attached, I promise. It’ll just be two friends getting dinner.”

All you want to do is get cozy on your couch in your pajamas with a kebab from the place down the street and watch pretty people deal with their pretty people problems on TV. You don’t think that’s too much to ask for, but apparently, some higher power does.

“I suppose that’d be alright then,” you agree tentatively, speeding through the stages of grief as you mourn the initial plans of your Friday evening━ the easy, simple, comfortable plans. “Shoot me a message with the time and place and I’ll meet you there.”

“Awesome!” Garrett cheers. “See you later then.”

The peaceful silence that awaits you after you hang up feels like it’s mocking you. Too bad you can’t flip off silence.

“Look, the truth is, City is looking at trading me at the end of the season if I can’t clean my act up.” Garrett’s voice is quiet as he admits the reality of his future to you, but it breaks the silence of the world around you like a gunshot. “And not just loaning me out━” he adds, a twinge of something akin to anger noting his tone, “━but fully trading me. They’re saying that my image makes things too hard for them and the only way they’ll consider re-signing me is if I can either keep my name out of the tabloids or try to clean myself up.”

In Garrett’s defense, he technically did hold true to his promise of just two friends getting dinner. Things were actually going quite well, too. The restaurant was a little more high profile than you would’ve expected for a casual meal, but that can easily be passed off as the luxurious lifestyle and expensive tastes of a pro athlete who can certainly afford it. Expenses of your meal aside, he’d been good company, asking after the ways of working in Formula One and then finding similarities in his football career that made it easy to chat about the struggles and stressors of professional sports.

But you can recognize that this is where it’s all beginning to go downhill.

He’s announced it completely out of the blue as you’re walking back to the garage where you’ve both parked your cars. On top of that, his pace slows and you’re forced to slow down as well to match it until you both eventually come to a halt in the middle of the pavement.

You feel for him, in all honesty. You understand the difficulties of contract negotiations and how easily they can fall apart. The fragility of Formula One contracts is its own special brand of tricky and you’ve seen many friends move on to other teams in the blink of an eye just as they’ve begun to settle down and make their mark where they are. You can’t say for certainty that you understand the mechanics of football contracts to the same degree, but you can imagine they have their own fragile fine print.

But the chill of a January night in Manchester is brutal, and you’ll be the first to admit that your outfit does not protect against it. You don’t really want to be having this conversation in general, because you’ve known Garrett for all of a week which makes you acquaintances at best, but you especially don’t want to be having it now, out here in the cold when all you want to do━ all you’ve wanted to do since this afternoon━ is curl up in something warm and comfortable and pretend the world outside your flat doesn’t exist for a few days.

“I’m not sure what this has to do with me if I’m being honest, Garrett.”

He shrugs. “I just thought you might be able to help.”

You shove your hands in your pockets in a desperate attempt to keep your fingers from going more numb than they already are and shake your head at him. “I don’t know how exactly you think I can help you with that. I’m a photographer, not a PR officer.”

“My agent thinks it would be a good idea if I showed the media that I could hold down a steady relationship. Prove to them that I’ve changed my ways, and have matured.” He shrugs again, nonchalant despite being the one to bring this up in the first place.

“Have you?”

He makes a face, something between a flirty smirk and a suggestive wink, “Well, I don’t kiss and tell.”

“Garrett.”

“Look,” he crosses his arms and levels you with a look that fills you simultaneously with more rage and annoyance than a single person has ever made you feel before. “It would just be for a couple of months, and then we could stage an amicable breakup and that would be that! It just has to be long enough to show everyone that I’m not the same as I used to be.”

You give him a look right back, hoping it conveys how appalled you are by his audacity. “Okay, but why me of all people? Christ knows you probably have a list of women in your contacts who would jump at the chance to pretend to date you for a few months.”

His face pinches up in disgust. “Yeah, but they’re all former hookups, and I mean, they’re kinda psycho about me to be fair. If I tried to end things, they’d probably go to the tabloids themselves and smear my name with the worst things they could come up with.” He shrugs again, and you’re starting to find that you hate it when he does so. “I need someone willing to just play along for the time being and who will be discreet when things are over.”

“And you think I’m that person?” You scoff. “You’ve known me for a week!”

Your voice echoes and it reminds you once again that you’re having this conversation in the middle of a random street in Manchester. It’s cold and dark, and you’ve been attempting to bite back your frustration since the moment Garrett called you. You’ve been as nice as you possibly can be for this man, shy of bending over backward to worship the very ground he walks on, and you’re so close to your limit that you think if he shrugs one more fucking time━

He shrugs. “Well, yeah, but you know how this industry works. So I know you can be trusted.”

You take a deep breath to try and retain what’s left of your quickly slipping composure, before you say, “Garrett, this goes beyond unprofessional. I could potentially get into a lot of trouble for this. You’re technically my co-worker, if not my client by proxy. It’s not a good look for me to be getting with the athletes I work with, considering my entire career is based on working with athletes.”

He makes a befuddled face as if asking what that has to do with anything. It occurs to you that he’s probably never had to worry about the ethics of hooking up with someone when most of the women who are interested in him would do everything in their power to spend a night by his side whether it’s morally just━ or legal, for that matter━ or not.

“That doesn’t seem to stop you from being all cozy with that Nor-whatever guy,” he grumbles.

“What?”

“That driver,” he repeats. “You post him all over your socials, like, all the time.”

You tear your hands from your pockets and throw them up in the air, “Because that’s my job?!” The stupidity of the man before you is genuinely baffling. He’s been asking about your job all week long but the way he’s talking now makes it seem like he didn’t catch onto the fact that your entire career is centered around media and the creation of content made with the explicit intention of being shared.

“I am quite literally paid to take and post pictures of him per my contract with McLaren,” you continue. “And even if I wasn’t, he’s my best friend?! I’ve been working and traveling and spending the majority of my time with Lando since 2019 so of course I’m going to be close with him. Do you not post your mates every once in a while?”

“Yeah, but it’s different. All my mates are guys, so nobody thinks I’m dating any of them when I do it.”

You scoff in disbelief. “I cannot believe this right now. You know, for a moment, I briefly considered helping you. But you’re actually exactly the type of prick the tabloids say you are.”

He takes an intimidating step closer, and his voice drops an octave lower. “I would reconsider if I was you.” You’re not short, but Garrett isn’t either. He’s one of the tallest players on the Manchester City team, and the way you feel now with him staring you down makes you wonder if this is what it feels like to be his opponent on the pitch.

It’s fucking terrifying.

But you’re fucking livid, too.

Your jaw clenches and you bite out sharply, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“What it means,” he starts, “is that if you don’t help me, maybe I slip a word about something or other to my boss who slips a word to his boss who is, also, your boss, and suddenly, whoops!” He gives you a cocky smirk, so sure of himself that it makes you feel like your blood is literally boiling. “He’s not your boss anymore. In fact, nobody is your boss anymore, because your ‘slip in conduct’ was very inappropriate and made several players uncomfortable, which doesn’t look very good when trying to get jobs elsewhere in the industry.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“Well,” he fucking shrugs. “When you say it like that, yeah. I guess I am.”

You cross your arms, your hands clenched into fists so tightly that you can feel your nails digging painfully into the flesh of your palms. “You’re a real bastard, you know.”

“You’re not the first person to tell me that, love.”

If only it were legal to kill a man━ Garrett Ward would be six feet under and picking worms from between his teeth.

You weigh your options, though. You’re not sure how much weight his word actually carries. For all you know, he could tell his boss, they could bring you in to discuss things, and then you could explain it all from your point of view. Garrett is a notorious flirt and you doubt it’s the first time he’s tried to pursue someone who isn’t interested in him. You doubt it happens very often, but it has to have happened at some point. Not to mention, his reputation regarding women is bad enough that Manchester City is already giving him an ultimatum, so you probably have a chance, and the worst-case scenario is that you amicably part ways with the team and that’s that.

But realistically there is a worse worst-case scenario, and it’s pretty damn close to what Garrett is threatening. Losing this side gig wouldn’t really be too much trouble. It would put a dent in your savings, and you’d have to be a bit better about how you ration out your groceries and other necessities around the flat, but losing your job at McLaren? Being blacklisted from the industry entirely? That’s life-destroying. You would lose everything━ all the blood, sweat, and tears you shed to get where you are would be for nothing.

All because of a prick in sky blue.

“Fine,” you utter from between gritted teeth. “I’ll help you. But I won’t post you on my account. I won’t bring you home to my parents. I won’t go round to your flat and I certainly will not have you round to mind. You get one kiss to make it official to the paps, and then nothing more.” You take your own threatening step toward him, and a vindictive part inside you shines with malicious glee when he shifts ever so slightly backward. “If you try anything else, I will run to the papers and drag you through the mud worse than any of your little psycho groupies ever could.”

He scoffs, “You’d ruin your career.”

“But I’d tear you down with me,” you reply.

He takes a moment to think, staring into your eyes and weighing how serious you are. Whatever he sees staring back at him must be convincing enough because he sniffs, nods, and smirks.

“Deal.” He leans down, “I think I’ll be taking that kiss now. Make sure to really sell it, yeah?”

━━ tags: @maih23 @urfavnoirette @leclercsluv @f1luvur @formulaal @a-disturbing-self-reflection @starlightpierre

━━ a/n: i feel like i say this every time, but i am seriously blown away by how well the first part of this was received! like, seriously, thank you so much for the kind words everyone said about it! hopefully this second part lives up to the hype of the first, it's a little denser, but the events are important to establish for the rest of the story so it needed to happen!

[masonmontz]

hellooo everyone :) hope you like it

REMEMBER: english is not my first language

angst, angst and… angst, and a bit of fluffy (but with a happy ending) word count: 8,7k

So, I didn't want to ruin any player's family or reputation so I invented a player for this story, so we can insult him as much as we want :)

Mathew - 28 years - defender

✶✶✶ - (italic) MEMORIES

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There are many things in life that Mason cannot understand.

First, he can’t understand why he feels so lonely even when he has a lot of friends, and second, why he feels so unsure when you are next to him. And there are many other things but these two are the most important for him. 

When Mason looks at you, he feels his heart racing, he feels his hands sweaty and he can’t control himself to touch you everytime. Everyone who knows you two see how crazy you are about each other, but they can’t understand why you still avoid a relationship with Mason.

He sleeps at your’s every week, some weeks more than once, but you never slept at his house, and this is something he can’t understand either. You can have dinner there, take a shower in his bathroom, wear his clothes, stay all day lying in his bed, but when the night comes, you go to your own home and he stays alone.

When he moved to Manchester, he thought that things could be easier, but he has never been so wrong. Yeah, the team is great, all the players are nice to him, the coach is a great friend who Mason can count on, but he feels like everyone has their lives and family and he is left behind.

Until he met you, four months ago.

Mason doesn't believe in love at first sight but he definitely believed in admiration at first sight. He didn't have a mirror with him but he knew his own eyes lit up when he saw you for the first time. 

You looked stunning in a red dress and Mason felt insecure about himself, so he asked Bruno to introduce you two when you were around each other. In the first month in Manchester he was still trying to get into a routine and that's when his captain realized that Mason needed to be involved in some things to stop feeling alone, and that’s why Bruno invited Mason to his wife’s birthday, so Mason could meet some of the players' families and some of his personal friends.

And that's when Mason met you.

You are a great friend of Ana's and you wouldn't miss her birthday for anything in the world, especially since you missed the kids after traveling for a few days. And of course, Ana was an incredible friend after the difficult period you went through after your divorce with Mathew. 

You knew Mason hadn't taken his eyes off you since he entered the room, but you pretended you hadn't seen him until Bruno introduced you. You noticed that Mason was shy and he wanted to talk to you, but even if you weren't interested, you couldn't help but be nice to him just like he was being nice to you. And obviously, Mason was handsome and polite, so it wasn't exactly a surprise when you found yourself in his sheets a few weeks later.

After Ana's birthday you and Mason met two days later at the supermarket, then he asked you to have coffee with him. After that, you met in the park one morning and discovered that you lived in the same neighborhood. Mason wasn't going to lie and he hoped every day to see you in the neighborhood, just to say a “hi” or see you for 10 seconds.

You started meeting in the park a few days during the week just to walk and chat about random things, sometimes in the morning and sometimes late at night when there’s no one out on the street. Mason was fun and made you laugh and you were mysterious and left him walking on eggshells most of the time, but he couldn't control himself and fell in love with you.

Mason knew that you were his teammate's ex-wife, he found out on Ana's birthday when he asked you how you met Bruno. He felt guilty that he was secretly meeting someone who was important to a friend of his, who welcomed him to the team with open arms and did everything he could to help Mason adapt.

Sometimes he opens his mouth to ask you the reason for your divorce, but something always stops him. Mason was afraid you would say that you were still in love with Mathew, or that you would like to get back together, and he knew he couldn't handle that. 

He never felt this way about anyone.

Mason has been feeling insecure about your relationship, he would rather live in the dark than be denied by you, but he can no longer hide how much his heart breaks every time he doesn't get an answer from you and everyone can see how miserable Mason is. 

Except you. 

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“I hate winter, I can't believe autumn is coming again.” You complained and Mason laughed. You were walking again, it was a Tuesday night and you sent Mason a message asking if he wanted to go out for a walk with you just to chat. You were stressed because of your job and Mason has a gift for cheering you up. 

“I know, but it means Christmas is coming.” He said and put his arm over his shoulder, walking beside you.

“That’s your favorite holiday?” 

“I love Christmas and I love spending time with my family, it's the best time of the year.” You smiled at him. Mason always talks about his family and you love the way he loves them all, especially his nieces and nephews, and now you know all their names and ages. Mason always talks about his mum too, so you noticed he is a mama’s boy. “How about you?”

“I love spring, it is my favorite season. I love to see flowers everywhere, all the colors, everything is so beautiful.” You said and he smiled. 

“What's your favorite flowers?”

“I love tulips.”

“And what about your family? You never told me anything about them.”

“Well, I have three younger brothers.” You said and you could see that Mason was surprised. “I know, I have a big family.” 

“That’s so cool, I can’t imagine my life without my family.”

“Yeah. My parents lives in London, I don't see them as much as I want, but I try to go to London sometimes. They always come here to see me, my brothers too. I have a nephew and he is my favorite boy.” 

“Oh, so you prefer him, uh?” Mason mocked you.

“Well, yes, you are in second place.”

“I need to try harder then.”

“You should. You played for Chelsea, right? All my family is blue.”

“Oh, damn it.” Mason put his hand on his head and laughed. “So your father must not like me very much. He won't like meeting me.”

“If you meet him someday.”

Two days later you received a bouquet of pink tulips at your house.

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“What’s going on, Mase?” Luke asked Mason when it was just the two of them in the locker room. “It seems like you've been feeling down the last few days.”

Mason didn’t answer, but he knew Luke was right. Besides Bruno and Luke, only Lisandro knew about you two, and that's why he knows he can blow off some steam with Luke, who is a great friend.

“I know. It’s just… I don’t know, everyday I feel more insecure about Y/N.” 

“Have you talked to her about this?”

“I'm afraid of her answers.”

“Mason, look, I know you love her and everyone can see that in your face, but if you have doubts about your relationship or maybe if you don’t know if she has the same feelings for you, maybe it's time to end things between you two.”

Mason felt a lump in his throat.

“I know you have a weight on your shoulders because of Mathew and this is eating you alive, but you can't carry the weight alone when Y/N shares it with you. You don't have to go through this alone.”

Mason continued looking at the ground and without trusting his own voice to speak, so he just nodded and Luke said goodbye and left, leaving him alone and lost in his own thoughts.

Maybe Luke is right. Maybe not. Mason has been with someone he barely knows for four months. Sometimes he is surprised by the things you say, because you open up so little to him that he lives in the dark. Every time you say something to Mason, he's surprised by how smart you are, and he's always amazed when you say some personal opinion.

Mason tells you everything about himself all the time and you just listen, it's very difficult for him to know what your childhood, adolescence was like or what your family is like.

He packed his things and prepared to leave the locker room, but Mathew arrived and Mason had no idea he was still in Carrington. 

“Hey Mason, working overtime?” Mason nodded and gave him a small smile, feeling the guilt wash over him again. 

“Yeah, but I’m leaving, I was just talking to Luke for a bit.” Mason held his own backpack and looked at Mathew sheepishly, hoping he wouldn't notice.

“Since you are here, I would like to invite you to my birthday party. It's this Friday and I can send you the location. Take your girl if you want, I heard you got someone.”

Mason got stuck. He froze. He stares at Mathew to see if he's being ironic, but he doesn't seem to know who Mason's girl is. Mason breathes a sigh of relief.

He couldn't say anything for a few seconds, but then he thanked him for the invitation and told Mathew that he would try to go, then he ran and left, leaving the locker room and Mathew behind.

“Fuck.”

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“So good, Mase.” You gasped while you were riding him. Mason was lying beneath you, his eyes were closed and his hands ran all over your body, touching you everywhere. “I’m gonna cum.” 

“Cum with me.” he groaned. Mason pulled you against him and you laid on his chest while still riding him. “I’m so close.”

“Me too.” You whispered in his ear. Mason got goosebumps when you scratched his chest and he sped up his movements, so when he moaned loudly, you knew he had cum. “Oh, Y/N. You’re so good.” He was whispering rambling things while still cumming inside you. “You’re so hot, so beautiful, I love you.” 

The orgasm that passed through your body disappeared when you heard Mason's words. You froze on top of him, but he didn't notice.

He loves you? What the hell?

“I feel like every time it gets better.” Mason said and you notice that probably he said it without thinking, just slipped it out. 

You sighed and smiled at him, ignoring what he had said.

“I know.”

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“Why are you so quiet today?” you asked a few hours after Mason arrived at your house. Mason was different. He arrived quietly, had dinner next to you in silence and now, lying next to you in bed watching a movie, he was still very quiet.

“I’m tired.” He ran his hands over your hair and smiled, but his eyes remained sad.“You look so beautiful today.” 

“Thanks Masey.” You smiled at him, knowing that he says that every time he sees you. “But seriously, what is wrong with you?” Mason didn't respond and continued watching, but you knew he had things to talk about.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.” You left a kiss on his bare chest and looked at him.

“Can you tell me why you and Mathew got divorced?” You weren't ready for that question but you knew it would come at some point. You and Mason had been together for four months and he never asked anything about it, but you could tell it was consuming him. He was always curious.

“Why do you want to know?” you asked carefully and Mason sighed.

“I feel like I'm carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders all the time, that’s why.” Mason leaned against the headboard. “He's so nice to me and I feel like I betrayed him in some way. He talks to me a lot every day and he doesn't know that I’ve been sleeping with his ex-wife, someone who was married to him. He invited me to his birthday next Friday and told me to bring my girl but I don't even know if you want to be my girlfriend.”

“Mason, I…” You didn't know what to say, that's the truth. Mason never told you he felt guilty about being with you. Or did you never ask? “I didn’t know you’re feeling this way.” 

“I don't want to pressure you, Y/N, but honestly, this is killing me.” He ran a hand over his face, looking nervous and anxious. “We've been together for four months now and I've been feeling this way all this time. I want to go on a date with you, or take you to my games as my girlfriend, but I want to know if you want that too.”

You sat on the bed next to Mason, placing your hand on top of his.

“Mason, I don't think we need to give it a name, things are going well and-”

“What?” He looked at you painfully. So painful it broke you inside.

“Look, I don't need to tell you why Mathew and I got divorced, it's in the past and it's painful for me, I’m sorry.” Mason pulled his hand away from yours.

“Do you still love him?”

“What?”

“Do you miss him? Why is it painful for you?”

“It's not that, but you're the last person I want to talk to about this.” Mason jumped out of bed and you couldn't read the expression on his face.

“Cause I don't mean anything to you, right?”

“That's not what I said.”

“You don't have to.” Mason laughed, but he couldn't hide his sadness. “Even without you saying it, I feel it. I mean nothing to you, I'm not good enough to be someone you want to date, maybe marry, I'm not even good enough for you to introduce to your friends.”

“Please stop saying that.”

“But it's the truth, isn't it?” Mason yelled at you. “What are you afraid of? Or are you ashamed of me? Is it because Mathew and I play together?”

“I'm not ashamed of you Mason, stop being so stupid.”

“Then why? Why do you stay with me if you don't want a future by my side?”

“It is not that easy.”

“But it is. Why are you afraid of the feelings you have for me? Why?” Mason is panicking, he screams and you don't know what to do to calm him down. You start panicking too. “I love you. Y/N, I love you so much that I don't know how to explain it.”

“You don’t.” You snapped at him. 

“I do. I love you, how can you not see that?” This time he speaks quietly, looking at you as you continue to sit on the bed. “Everyone sees how much I love you. I was already in love with you the first time I kissed you, but now I realize that you never showed that you felt the same way.”

You feel a lump in your throat but you don't want to cry. You won't cry in front of Mason. 

“You didn't want to meet my family, my friends. I say everything about me to you, I give all of myself to you, you don't give anything of yourself to me, you don't even try.”

“Mason… I-”

“Every time I tried to get closer to you, you moved away. You do this because you don't feel anything for me, right? You don’t love me?”

That’s not the truth. Mason is everything you ever wanted, but he's so broken, so sad, that it's not worth staying by his side to not make him happy. So you didn’t say anything.

“I’m sorry.” Mason was already broken and you could see it in his face, but when you didn't say you love him back, he didn't react, he just agreed.

You don’t shoot a dog when it’s already dead.

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“How do you like your meat?” Mason asked and you lifted your head from the computer and looked at him, seeing that Mason is cooking dinner for the two of you tonight. He looks cute wearing sweats and concentrating on what he is doing. He shows you the pan with the meat. “Good for you?”

“Sure. It seems good.” Mason blushed and you smiled to yourself, realizing the effect you had on him. 

“I hope this pasta tastes good too.” Mason put the food on the plate and you looked up from the computer once again. The food actually looked good and the smell was all over your kitchen. 

You were working and Mason texted you asking if he could see you tonight. You said you needed to work, but if he wanted to come over to your house today, that would be fine. Mason showed up within 30 minutes with grocery bags for dinner and other things you like. 

He was silent while you worked, but sometimes he would drop something on the floor and you laughed at him. When he announced that dinner was ready, you turned off the computer and walked over to him, hugging him and pulling him in for a kiss. 

Mason is a natural kisser. He is so good at this that you think you could kiss him all day. Maybe you were born to kiss each other, cause even Mathew was never this good.

“Thanks for coming here.” You said and he left a kiss on your forehead. “I’m starving.”

“I love being with you, you know that.” Mason served you and the two of you had dinner while talking, he talked a little about training and his family and you talked about your job.

“They are coming next week, my parents, Jaz and Lewis.” 

“That’s nice, do you miss them?”

“Yes, I haven’t seen Summer and Mila since I moved here.” He said. “Maybe we should have dinner, so you could meet them.” 

“What?” You were confused.

“I was wondering this, I already talked about you with my mother, she wants to meet you.” 

You definitely weren't expecting that. You got divorced four months ago, you met Mason two months ago. You don’t want to meet any parents or family. Things got a little difficult after you got divorced and you don't want to be in a relationship, not after everything you've been through.

“I’m going to London next week.” That's what you said. Now you have to go to London. “My dad sent a message and asked me to spend a few days with them.”

“Oh, I see.” Mason said and looked sad, but you weren't ready for that yet. You don't know if you'll ever be ready again. “Maybe next time.”

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Mason got into his car holding back tears, and held them back until he got home.

Never in his entire life had he felt so sad. He had never felt so much sadness after losing a football match, so he didn't know his heart could hurt this much. He was feeling so much pain that it turned into physical pain. Mason's chest was so tight and he could barely breathe.

When he got home, everything was cold, sad, and a house that was happy when you were with him, became a nightmare.

When he faced the empty wall, that's when he broke. The tears he's been holding back until now are streaming down his face, and he's not sure, but he cried so much that he fell asleep on the couch while he was thinking about you.

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Mason left and you cried.

You cried and hated Mathew with all your might for playing with you, for making you insecure, for destroying all the years you were by his side.

You hurt Mason and now you've walked away from him forever. The sweet man who brought you flowers, chocolates, who cooked for you, the man who loves you. 

You perhaps destroyed the best thing that had happened to you, and it was entirely your fault.

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You dropped your phone once again and decided not to call him.

You cried your heart out when you realized what you had been doing to him for the past few months and you felt guilty for never realizing how he felt. Mason is the best person in your life and you broke him into a million pieces.

Mason left your house so disappointed that you couldn't call him and apologize, but now all you want is to lie down next to him again and hug him, tell him you are sorry. You went to Ana's house this afternoon to talk to her about what had happened, she is a great friend and listened to you for a long time until Bruno arrived, then he said that Mason was so sad that he infected everyone with his sadness during the day. 

And that was your fault.

Your and Mathew's relationship has never been easy. You had been together for years and it was difficult to get out of a painful and uncomfortable cycle. You two met when you were teenagers, your families were friends and everything was easy when you were with him. You got married early, everyone loved you two but the truth is that no one knew what the real Mathew was like.

He was controlling, possessive, rude and treated you badly. He changed a lot after you got married and felt entitled to boss you around. You couldn't wear an outfit you liked if he didn't like it. You couldn't even look away or talk to someone without him looking at you angry. No one imagined how Matthew was away from the field, from training, from his friends, and unfortunately it was you who had to deal with the bad version of him every day.

Mason was the complete opposite. 

He was calm, he never yelled at you, he praised you all the time and even pajamas were the perfect outfit in his opinion. How can you hurt someone who was the opposite of someone who hurt you so much?

You felt the tears approaching once again and thought about calling Mason or going to his house, but you preferred to go for a walk alone. It's better this way. 

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Mason decided at the last minute to go to Mathew's party just because he couldn't stand feeling the emptiness in his chest anymore. 

You didn't send a message. You didn't call. You didn't show up. Four days without any news from you.

Going to your ex husband's party wasn't the best idea, but Mason wanted to forget about you for half an hour. That was enough.

The place was full, hot and noisy. As soon as Mason entered, he regretted it, but some of the players had already seen him and he had no way to escape. He forced a smile and walked towards them, feeling anxious again. Mason didn't know how to behave at a party anymore, especially since you and him hadn't been to any parties together. 

Mathew had a girl dancing on his lap and Mason wondered if you would be okay with doing this in front of other people when you were married to him. Probably not, he knew you. But he was relieved to see Mathew with someone else, maybe then he wouldn't mind when he found out about you and him.

There is no more you and Mason. There is nothing for Mathew to know.

Mason felt his eyes filling with tears but he smiled and greeted his friends.

“Maceeee, thanks for coming mate.” Mathew got up and greeted Mason, leaving the girl alone for a while. “You didn't want to bring your whore?” 

“My what?” He got angry with Mathew's disgusting speech, but at the same time Bruno approached and pulled Mason. 

“Hey, he’s drunk. Just ignore.” His captain said. 

“That was disgusting. He called Y/N a whore.” 

“In fact he doesn’t know about her and he didn’t say that about Y/N.” 

“Nevermind, we are not together anymore.” Mason acted like he didn't care but Bruno could see in his eyes that he was broken and sad. 

“What do you mean?” Mason could see Ana approaching. “Mason?” 

“I decided to end things. I’m not good enough for her, that’s the truth.” Ana looked at him with a sad look and Mason couldn't smile at her. “I think she still loves him.” 

“Mason, don’t say that ever again.” Ana scolded him. “That’s not true.” 

“Ana, I’m sorry but I don’t wanna talk about this anymore.” Mason apologized and she agreed, so Bruno offered him a drink and Mason drank it in one gulp. 

If Mason needs to get drunk to forget you, then that's what he'll do.

A woman Mason didn't know approached and started talking to him. She ran her hand over Mason's arms and legs as he continued drinking and just agreed with her, not really caring about what she said. 

“Maybe we should go to your’s, what do you think, handsome?” She kissed his neck and Mason didn't even remember her name, Polly, Molly, Hillie, it doesn’t matter. “I wanna do a lot of things with you.” 

“Let go of me.” Mason spoke rudely and she left angry, not before calling him a twat, so Mason tried to get up but fell again. Everyone there noticed how much he was drinking, all of them surprised because they had never seen Mason like this before. Now, he is sitting on the sofa alone and drinking a lot, so Luke walked over to him.

“Mason, I think you’ve had enough.” Luke snatched Mason's drink away. “Let’s go home, mate.”

“I don’t wanna go home.” 

“Mase, c’mom, we’ll drive you.” Anouska said and sat down next to Mason and he nodded again, saying he was going to stay at the party with the others. “Mason, you can’t drive when you are this drunk.”

“Why didn't she call?” He asked and Anouska felt sorry for Mason. Luke was sad to see his friend's condition, drunk and as sad as ever. “I miss her.” 

Mason spoke with a trembling voice and Luke didn't want to leave him alone like this in a place full of people, they could record Mason or take him to another place, and he’s not even thinking right.

“Let’s go home, please? Then we’ll ask her.” Anouska convinced Mason and helped him to his feet, then they both drove Mason home. Tomorrow he will deal with his car. 

✦‎۟    ࣭   ⊹

Sunday's game was stressful and Mason was ready to attack the other team's players. The referee was ignoring the other players' attacks against Manchester United and giving yellow cards to all of his teammates, which is why Mason got a card when he pushed a player.

“Fuck off” Mason swore angrily, then his captain walked over and asked him to calm down. Luckily they were winning 1-0, but the game was very difficult.

Mason also had to be grateful for starting the game as the week of training was difficult and he was unfocused. He was sad, stressed and taking out his anger on whoever was close to him. He was never good at understanding his own emotions.

“Calm down or you could get thrown out of the game.” 

“This little shit is just giving us a yellow card.” Mason snapped at Bruno and he saw Luke approaching while he was gesturing. 

“Stop it Mason.” Luke said and gave Mason an angry look. 

Mason agreed and the game continued. Garnacho scored a second goal and Old Trafford went crazy. It's a relief when he realizes the game is ending and they're winning.

The fight with another player while he was trying to catch the ball from Mason was rough and he was pushed, then the referee blew the whistle and Mason felt the player step on his thigh.

Mason felt pain in his thigh when he touched it and there were 10 minutes left in the game. He tried to get up and he thought he could keep running, but as soon as he got up and went to run again, he screamed. The other player received a red card and Mason fell to the ground again and knew he was screwed. 

The cry reached his throat again as he felt his thigh hurt, with his hands on his face, he tried to hide how much it hurt, but soon the doctors were there to take Mason off the field and all the players were around him. Mason cried as he was carried to the infirmary and he knew everyone was watching, but he could never care less.

Everything is shit.

The game ended and Man U won, so the fans were happy with the victory, but Mason received the news that he wouldn't play for months because of the injury and that ended up killing him.

He had to take strong medication to deal with the pain in his leg, the physiotherapists said that surgery would not be necessary, but he would still be out for a few months. Mason's head was full and he just wanted to sleep and forget everything.

Mason was taken to the training center to have some tests done, he was quiet and everyone knew how difficult it was for a player to receive the news that he was injured. Mason didn’t say a word while the doctors and the physiotherapists were talking to him, in fact, he was just pretending to listen. 

After that, one of the doctors took Mason home since he couldn't drive, and told him he would bring his car the next day. Mason thanked for the drive and snuggled up on the couch, sighing and cursing to himself.

Ace walked over and Mason remembered the dog who had been alone for hours, and probably noticed that Mason was in a bad mood as he just snuggled up next to him and put his head on Mason's non-hurting leg. 

“Hey buddy.” Mason spoke and ran his hand through the dog's hair. Ace just sighed as if he was sad like Mason. Maybe he was. “You miss her, don’t you?” 

Ace howled lowly.

“I miss her too,” Mason said more to himself and his thoughts flew to you once again. “So much.” 

His phone vibrated and Mason was disappointed to see a message from his mother. Deep down he would like it to be a message from you.

He wouldn't be able to deal with his mother following him all the time, so as much as he would like her presence there, he would rather be alone for a while, then he can cry, scream and get angry with no one to stop him.

✦‎۟    ࣭   ⊹

“Oh my God.” That’s exactly what you said when you saw Mason lying and crying in the field. You felt your heart racing when you saw him suffering. Mason was stressed out on the field and you knew it wasn't normal, he was fighting, attacking and had already received a yellow card, and you feared that he would receive a red card until the end of the match.

“He's not fine, Y/N.” Anouska said to you. You just looked at her and agreed, but what can you do? “Maybe you should talk to him.”

“I hurt him a lot, An.” You felt guilty. “He's too good for me, I don't want to pull him into a hole with me.” 

“But he makes you so happy, Y/N. You shine when you're with him.” She said. “He’s not Mathew, Mason will never treat you badly and he loves you so much, you know that. Maybe it’s time to make yourself happy, forget about your past.” 

“I'm so afraid of hurting him. I know I hurt him this week, but I don't want to make him sadder.”

“Look, I think you should tell him your fears, but Mason needs you now. I've never seen him so sad, he drank so much at Mathew's party that Luke and I had to drive him home, he was in no condition to drive.” You had no idea about that. 

“I don’t know if I should.” Your brain was in overdrive. Did Mason want to talk to you? 

“You must.” 

✦‎۟    ࣭   ⊹

You texted Anouska in the morning. 

You spent the night awake and now you had dark circles under your eyes, you spent the night thinking about Mason and what to do. You cried again as you realized that you could have lost him forever because of your choices and speeches.

And that's exactly why you're driving to his house right now. You're hoping Mason doesn't tell you to leave and you're so nervous you feel like you're going to throw up. You have the key to the gate of his house and that's why you can get in, so you stay in the car for a while longer until you feel ready to face him. 

You ring the doorbell, but no one answers. You ring the doorbell one more time, but two minutes pass again and no one appears. Your eyes fill with tears, but maybe Mason isn't even home. You turn to walk back to the car, but as soon as you take two steps, the door opens behind you.

Mason had a crutch under his arm and seemed surprised to see you there. He didn't say anything, he just stared at you, so you ran to him and threw yourself into his arms, almost knocking him over. 

He held you against him, pressing you against his chest as you cried into the crook of his neck. You cried so much that Mason dragged you into the house and closed the door, even though his leg hurt, he didn't let you go.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Mase.” You felt his hands on your back. 

Mason sat on the couch and sat you on the leg that wasn't injured, then he pulled you back into a hug and placed his face in the crook of your neck. You felt some tears on your skin and this time it was you who pulled him against your body.

“It’s okay, Y/N.” 

“No, it’s not.” You sobbed and made him look at you. “I’m sorry, I treated you so badly and you didn't deserve what I put you through all this time.”

Mason wiped the tears from your face and gave you a sad smile. 

“It’s fine, really, you don’t have to talk about your feelings, I don’t want to pressure you and make you say things you don’t want to.”

“That’s the point, Mase.” He looked at you confused. “I should’ve talked about the things that happened, but I left you with nothing all these months. I made you sad and I-”.

“Shhh, calm down love.” 

“Don’t be nice to me, Mason.” You sobbed.

“What? Are you crazy?” He laughed.

“I’m not.” You looked at him and saw him smiling at you. How can he be so sweet? You hurt him, you let him suffer and now he put you in his lap and is hugging you just because he loves you so much that it doesn't even matter that you broke his heart. “I wanna talk.”

“Go on.” You take a deep breath before starting to speak.

“So, I met Mathew years ago, we were just seventeen, I was young and he was starting his career, but he was very kind to me, to my family, and that’s why I love him so much. We had a good relationship, but Mathew sometimes exploded at me for no reason, putting the blame on me for things that weren't even my business, but I loved him and I ignored all of that.”

“He asked me to marry him when we were 22 and I accepted, of course I did, I had already finished college and I could have my life with him. But he was always rude, he didn't like my clothes, I couldn't go out with my friends without telling him, and he kept yelling at me without me doing anything. It made me insecure, all of this erased me. We came to Manchester and I was away from my family, from everyone I loved and I only had him, but he made friends here and I was lucky that he let me get closer to Ana and Anouska.”

“I got pregnant at the beginning of this year, but I suffered a miscarriage in March and it was the worst moment of my life.” Thick tears fell from your eyes and Mason wiped them away for you. “I thought a baby would make me happy, I always wanted to be a mother and I would have a baby and I wouldn't have to deal with Mathew all the time. I think he was happy too, but even though I was pregnant he continued to get stressed with everything I did.”

You took a deep breath, still feeling Mason staring at you as he listened to you. His hands were still on your back and he was comforting you.

“When I lost the baby, Mathew was horrible to me. For a long time I believed it was my fault as he said, if I had been more careful I could have had my baby with me. Ana and Anouska helped me a lot, I don't know what would have happened if it hadn't been for the two of them with me. I know Bruno and Luke like me, but I don't like that they have to be torn between me and their friend. In fact, what he did to me has nothing to do with the two of them or the team.”

“I do not agree with this.” This was the first thing that Mason said. 

“You don’t have to.” You smiled at him. “So, after the miscarriage I decided I wanted to get a divorce, I couldn't put up with him blaming me all the time and being bad and toxic to me. I still don't understand how he accepted it so easily, but later I found out that he cheated on me several times and it's easier to be single than to be married.”

“He's a piece of shit.” Mason said, angry.

“Basically that's it. I'm sorry for leaving you without answers for so long, it was never my intention to treat you badly, to make you sad like I did, but it's very difficult to believe that I can have something good after so many years in a bad relationship, I think I was afraid of you disappointing me and I ended up disappointing you.”

“Thank you for telling me all this, I had no idea and I'm so angry at him.”

“You don't need to be mad at him, Mason. He's your teammate and you can treat him well.” You wiped the tears from your face and looked at Mason, then cupped his face and made him look you in the eyes once again. “I’m sorry for the other day, I’m sorry I made you feel sad. I'm not ashamed of you Mason, I never would be. You are perfect, you make me happy since I met you and I think I'm not good for you.”

“Don’t say that, Y/N.” Mason spoke and left a kiss on your shoulder.

“But I love you.” You spoke and Mason froze, then looked at you and he couldn't let the smile leave his face. “I do, I really do.”

“You sure?” 

“I'm more sure than ever.” You smiled at him. “I want to introduce you to my parents if you want, I don't have any other friends besides Ana and Anouska here and you already know them, and I don't mind going to the games with your shirt on. Number 7 has always been my lucky number, if you want to know.”

“I love you, Y/N. I've never felt this way about someone before, you make me happy just by lying with me, having dinner with me and making me laugh. I don't want that with someone else.”

Mason pulled you against him and you spent a few minutes cuddled together just swearing your love to each other. Your heart felt like it was going to explode with happiness when you realized that things were resolved.

“I was afraid you would tell me to leave.” 

“I couldn't do that, I missed you so much.”

“So, what about this thigh?” You pointed to his leg. 

“Yeah, not good news. I won't play for at least four months.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Mason said and you looked at him. “It’s not fine, I wanna punch that guy in the face.”

“I'll take care of you, don't worry.” You left kisses on his cheeks and he tickled you, who was still on his lap..

“That's right, I'm fine now.”

✦‎۟    ࣭   ⊹

“I’m panicking.”

“Y/N, there’s no reason for you to be worried about.” Mason said and you couldn’t believe his words. “They already love you.”

“Yeah, right.” You arranged the table with dishes once again, the tenth time in fifteen minutes. “What do you think?”

“Hey, c’mere.” Mason called you and you saw him approaching with his crutches. It's been two weeks since his injury and you stayed with him every day, just to make sure he was okay. Mason was great, to be honest, it was a dream come true, waking up with you next to him every day. “I swear, there's no reason for you to be scared.”

“Okay, I'll try to relax.”

Indeed, Mason's family is wonderful. Only his parents came to Manchester but it was great to spend the day with them. You cooked and Mason helped you as much as he could, but because of the injury he couldn't stay on his feet for long. Debbie helped you wash the dishes after lunch and you talked for hours. You realized why Mason was so polite and kind, his parents were too and raised their son very well.

“I'm glad he has you here in Manchester. When he moved I was scared he would feel alone, but I think he's happy. He's happy, in fact, I can see it in his eyes.”

“Mason is wonderful, he always talks about you or the kids, he seems to love his nieces and nephew.”

“Mason is their favorite.” Debbie laughed. “Summer wants to call him everyday.”

“I can’t wait for him to meet my family, but they live in London and all of them have their jobs, so it’s hard for them to come.”

“He told me your father is a Chelsea fan.” 

“Yes, but I found out he was always a fan of Mason.”

“My beautiful boy, I've never seen him so in love as he is now.” Debbie looked at you and you smiled at her, blushing. “Thank you for making him happy.”

✦‎۟    ࣭   ⊹

“Are you sure?” Mason asked once again. “We can go home if you want.”

“Mason, it’s fine.” You said. “I'm going to sit with Ana, Anouska and the kids.”

You two arrived at Old Trafford for a game against Arsenal. Mason still can't play, but after one month he can finally walk without crutches. Mason decided to watch the game at the stadium and invited you to go with him, so he gave you a ticket to the family area and you can watch with your friends while Mason watches with the other players.

You're nervous, it's the first time you've been to the stadium in months and you're sure that some of the fans will recognize you, but this time the number on your back is different.

Mount 7.

Mason almost cried when he saw you ready and wearing his shirt, he spent ten minutes kissing you and telling you how beautiful you look. You might cry because you love him so much.

“I'll take you there.” He spoke as soon as the two of you entered Old Trafford.

“Mason, it’s not necessary. I'll be fine, really.” You gave him a light kiss on the lips and Mason agreed, then he told you once again that he loved you and left towards the locker rooms to talk to his teammates. 

You quickly got there and soon found your friends. They were so happy to see you there that they hugged you for long minutes. You hadn't seen them in the last month because you were with Mason every day, so you missed them and the kids.

“Mason is not here?” Anouska asked when you sat. 

“Yes, he went to the locker room to see them. He's doing physical therapy every day and barely talks to them, he must miss the training.”

A woman you don't know entered the box and sat in the corner, so you saw that she was wearing the shirt with Mathew's number. She looked at you with a disgusting face, but she looked the same way at Ana and Anouska, so you ignored her.

“That’s the new one.” Anouska said and looked to the field where the team is coming in to warm up. 

“Bruno told me that they are trying to sell Mathew next season, he is not performing on the field and is always at parties and missing training.” Ana said to you and Anouska. 

If it was a while ago you would have cared, but not now.

“That’s not my problem anymore.”

“Woww, that’s our girl.” 

✦‎۟    ࣭   ⊹

Manchester United won 3-0 and you knew Mason was happy before you even saw him, but he wanted to play too and you're sorry he was injured. The girls invited you to join them and meet the players after the game to celebrate the team's victory, and knowing that's where you'll find Mason, you accepted.

You passed some of the players and ended up saying hello to them, as well as the Manchester United team, who were always kind to you. Of course, you didn't fail to notice the surprised look on some people's faces when they saw that the number on your shirt was 7.

Anouska pulled you close to her and led you to where Mason was. You saw him talking to Luke, Onana and Rashford and Mason looked happy to finally be with his friends. He saw you and smiled at you, you melted when you felt his passionate gaze on you and smiled at him in the same way.

“Y/N?” 

That wasn't the voice you wanted to hear.

You turned around and saw Mathew approaching you. He had a look on his face like he didn't understand anything that was happening, it was a shame. 

“Hey Mathew, how are you?” You smiled at him, but the last place you wanted to be was there. 

“Why are you wearing Mason's shirt?” He asked and pointed to the shirt you're wearing. “What the fuck is that, Y/N?” 

“You liked it?” You tugged at the hem of your shirt and looked, smiling at him and ignoring his angry tone. 

“Do not play with me.” He pulled your wrist and squeezed. You raised your eyebrow at him, and he started putting on a show in front of everyone. “Are you fucking with him?”

“I’m sorry?” 

“You couldn't stay away from a player, could you?” He asked wryly. “What a slut you are, you should be ashamed of yourself.”

You felt tears come to your eyes and you pulled your arm out of his hand.

“Don’t talk to me like that. You're not half the man Mason is.”

Mathew turns red with anger, maybe because this time he couldn't manipulate you.

“Is everything okay, Y/N?” Mason came to your side and put his arm around your shoulder, leaving a kiss on your forehead and then looking at Mathew. “Hey Mathew, I didn't see you there.”

“You're a coward, Mason Mount. You left Chelsea as a traitor and you are here as one, I hope you make good use of this bitch.”

Mason threatened to go to Mathew, but you held him back. You realized he was angry, but Mathew was rotten and always tried to touch someone's wound, he was the coward. Mathew left angrily and passed all the other players without talking.

“Don't mind him, please. He's a twat.” You looked at Mason and he nodded, then pulled you into a hug and left a kiss on your head. “I’m sorry for this.” 

“Don’t be sorry, it’s not your fault, Y/N.” He said and gave you a smile. “Thanks for coming with me.” 

“I will always be by your side, even when you don't want me around.”

“I always want you around.”

✦‎۟    ࣭   ⊹

December arrived and so did the snow. 

Mason was celebrating everywhere that Christmas was close and everyone would come to his house, including your family. He spent his days planning what to do with the kids, what to talk about with your father and your brothers, if your mother would like him or if she would like his mother. 

“Should I buy other games for the PS5?” He asked when he entered the room. Ace followed him and laid down on his bed in the corner of the room while Mason threw himself on top of you on the bed. “Your nephew likes football, doesn't he?”

“You've already bought about five games since last week.”

“I know, but there are a lot of children to entertain.”

“Mase, don't worry, it's only three days and they will play with each other.”

“Uh, fine.” He grumbled and snuggled into you under the warm covers. “What do I buy for your dad?”

“Oh my God.” You spoke and Mason laughed at your reaction. “You don’t have to buy anything, you know that.”

“But it doesn't feel right.” 

“It doesn't matter, he'll thank you thousands of times for letting them stay here.”

“I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight, I'm nervous.” 

“Then I'll have to tire you out.”

✦‎۟    ࣭   ⊹

“Mason, your home is beautiful.” Your mum said to him and he blushed, approaching her to talk. 

“I know, I bought it because it's big, I think it worked well since we have a big family.”

Mason walked away and went to show your mother another part of the house. He got along well with everyone, your father loved him as did your brothers and your nephew has a favorite uncle now. 

His family arrived after them and you can finally meet Jazmin and his nieces. She was sweet like Debbie and you adored her. 

As soon as Mason came back, you saw your mom and Debbie talking and realized that your family fit together perfectly. You breathed a sigh of relief when you realized that Mason was what was missing in your life, and you had never felt so loved and happy as you did now.

“A penny for your thoughts.” Mason said and hugged you when he saw you leaning against the wall near the stairs. “Everything’s okay?” 

“Yes, I’m just thinking of how lucky I am.” You said and looked at everyone in the living room. “Everything worked.”

Mason pulled you into a kiss and you smiled against his lips, then Mason realized how happy you were there. 

“You look happy.” 

“I am happy.” You said and ran your hand over his face, then Mason pulled your hand away and left a kiss on your palm. “And that's because of you, thank you.”

“I will always make you happy.”

[lilyrachelcassidy]

Felix Catton Headcanons

Meaning how your relationship with Felix gestated overtime & what he is like.

Summary: Farleigh looks over in your and Felix's direction and rolls his eyes over, "You guys are positively nauseating."

WC: 2.7k

Warnings: language, sexual allusions

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-he had first seen you in a bar, in the beginning of the first year, guffawing with the group of your friends and doing shots. He instantly thought you extremely adorable, a small little smile making its way on his face as he watched your for the protracted moment, but he dismissed these thoughts — he knew a lot of pretty girls, he could get over it somehow;

-the second time he caught a glimpse of you, a longer one this time, was during the classes which you both happened to share. It so turned out that your were also majoring in English literature and sitting in the front row, showing off your stellar knowledge which didn’t fail to stun him every time you raised your hand. Felix didn’t consider himself a layman in the field of literature, heck, he even spent far too much sitting in the Saltburn library, rifling through the literary classics for literal hours (Farleigh and Venetia would even tease him about that for being a ‘nerd,’ but that’s beside the point). When you spoke up, however, it was somehow some pundit knowledge that your were offering, like the [sic] notion or the free indirect speech digression, which was just a wowie in his eyes. So you were adorable and smart. And that impressed Felix which didn’t happen with the other adorable girls that he had met. He felt intrigued;

-a few weeks elapsed, your reputation never waning in Felix’s eyes, and he spotted you seated with your clique again some random Friday night. Before he knew it, he was already making his way to your table and inviting you over to sit with his group of friends which appeared to have thrown you off a little for a moment. But then you quickly recovered from a momentary daze and you recognized him as the guy from your class; you agreed, obviously. During that night, Felix managed to learn a lot about you: your hobbies, a bit of your familial background which proved to be very similar to his own, your scrabbles to chalk up a scholarship, morsels on your opinion of Manchester United’s last game, etc. Should he be intimidated by your over-ambitions? Probably. Was he going to care? Nah, he is Felix Catton, the heck;

-overtime, the both of you started hanging out a lot with one another. You would often stumble upon each other in the pub, then devote literal hours to talking to one another and getting to know each other better, but at last you would start arranging some meet-ups on your own. For example, both of you just loved studying together, with you nestled in between Felix's legs (friends do that, right?) while you both read some coursebook or what. Felix would frequently ask you to explain something to him pertaining to English literature, not because he didn't know or didn't understand, but because he just loved watching you so vivacious, so passionate about the subject; the way your eyes would lit up, smart words rolling out of your perfect little mouth, and how you would seem genuinely happy that you could freely speak about your literary fixations;

-from time to time, Felix would also try to flirt with you, not in the conspicuous way, but he would surely make a point of complimenting you on a daily basis, like how much he loved your barnet today, how cute he though your outfit was, or how much he loved your smile or your dimples when you did. You would then get so flustered, every damn time, with a blush covering your cheeks. It was the favorite sight of Felix's;

-as much as this thought made him nervous, Felix finally decided to ask you on a date after some excruciating weeks of pretending to be just friendly (he loved spending time with you in a friendly way too, don’t get me wrong, but let’s be honest here queen — he wanted to kiss your lips so badly already; he was obsessed with you and your Cupid’s bow, it drove him mad. Mad!);

-he needed to find some idiosyncratic way to ask you out though, Felix would never settle for some plain “go out with me?” flowers. He mused on it for a long time and then finally figured — he will get you the Penguine Classics edition of your favorite book, the one you had been telling him about for the past few weeks now; you had never seemed to get a hold of the book though, with the limited supply of inventory in the bookstores around the Oxford campus. Oh well, Felix will find his way around the problem, be sure of that;

-he got the aforementioned book within two days and… let’s just leave the man up to his own devices but, boy!, was it a slog to get it. Once all set, he promptly scampered to your dorm, not even being able to contain himself for the next day or so, then bought a bouquet of sunflowers seeing as you have told him that these were your favorite flowers, and went searching for you all over. He eventually found you seated in the library, hunched over "Gone with the Wind," and so deeply lost in a brown study that you didn't even notice Felix approaching until he finally grunted as he stood in front of your table. You first smiled at him, ready to greet him, but then noticed a bunch of items in his hands and your countenance momentarily twisted in astonishment. "Is that for me?" you asked at which he nodded. With a perfect smile making its way on your lips again, you took the items from him and, at discerning your favorite book which you had been blabbing so long about, you literally squeaked. With way too much ebullience, you opened the book and your gaze landed on the little loopy inscription within;

-you read the inscription in the book (“date?”) and your face contorted in confusion at which Felix’s heart fell — were you going to refuse him now? This sinking feeling continued for a couple of seconds until finally alleviated by your beam with the cute little blush and the coy “yes” uttered from your mouth. He lifted you up and spun in the air, grinning maniacally, while you giggled at him softly;

-after a date, both of you started dating. Officially. Once the news was spread around the campus, it was accompanied by a myriad of different reactions to it — some applauded the relationship, calling you the perfect match; some girls, smitten with Felix, only threw you envious looks, yet nothing beyond, etc. Farleigh, on the other hand, merely shrugged and produced “fucking knew it,” then promptly returned to his drink and carried on with a conversation he had had with someone before (he’d always been catty, don’t take it personally);

-believe it or not, but Felix was in fact a perfect human being, hence a perfect boyfriend — he literally showered you with gifts (eg books, jewelry, flowers), for it was probably his way of indicating how much you mean to him and although you had told him that it was alright, that you loved him and didn’t need to be constantly won over or whatever, he shrugged it off and kept doing it anyway;

-the man was very PDA-ish; he would make sure and surely find his way to touch you somehow, somewhere, anywhere, should it be fidgeting with your fingers (he just LOVED playing with the rings on your hand), brushing your hair, holding his hand on your lower back or around the waist, just for others to know that you were his, only his, and that no one should even dare looking in your direction — get a hint, he’s extremely possessive, especially when it comes to you which you found very sweet. And securing in a way — he was always there to protect you;

-dating Felix also entangled spending with him 24/7, especially since you also shared classes together; Felix would go above and beyond to orchestrate your time together: study dates, going around Oxford shopping, pub get-togethers with your friends, park strolls, or movie nights. While at first it came off as a little surprising to everyone that the two of you would go around literally everywhere, especially seeing that you had been pretty self-sufficient in the past, but overtime it became customary that inviting you over also equated to inviting Felix over and vice versa. You were in a relationship now, thus a unity I guess;

-you mostly spent time in his dorm and despite having your own, you still slept in his room. Hear me out, hear me out -- it was due to a number of reasons: the softness of Felix's (100% cotton from Harrods and omg you could just lay in his bed for another century or so), the lingering scent of Felix's cologne on his bedding, or even the simple fact that Felix's room reminded you of your shared time and how much you loved spending every second with him -- especially with the polaroids of you and him strewn about the room. Also, should I mention that Felix was such a cuddler during the night, totally crossing the margin of personal space, not that you minded of course; he particularly loved being a big spoon because he then felt like he protected you from the rest of the world which was probably his masculine achievement of some kind lmao. Nonetheless, he also wouldn't mind being held by you from time to time, he found it extremely adorable and that provided him with a better access to smelling your heady perfume which he was in as much love in as with you;

-sweet little habits and gestures that you had in your relationship? Too effing many: slipping each other notes during the classes and complimenting on one another (Felix: "You ass awful sexy in that skirt;" You: "Shut up, I love you"), wearing Felix's clothes, making each other breakfast, reading poetry to one another, taking an occasional road trip as a date (you especially loved the one when he took you near the lake and you went skinny dipping; why? it was a blistering day, let's go with that), cooking together (not that's any successful heh), art classes together, etc. Since you were much shorter than Felix, you sometimes had a problem of keeping up with his long strides and so he would make a point of piggybacking you while you meantime brushed his hair or hugged him closely. Other times, Felix would hold you by your waist or snake an arm around your shoulder, anything to make you feel secure. Felix just loved the though of being your safety resort;

-attention attention: Felix did not only look like some literal Greek god but he also acted like one. One day, no specific occasion just... Felix I guess, he surprised you with a picnic under your favorite oak tree sequestered from the prying eyes of the students and with a perfect vantage view on the sunset. He fetched a blanket and packed the picnic basket with the romcom cliche items like wine, grapes, strawberries in chocolate, poetry, etc. However, he also took a guitar which initially confused you but he then went on explaining that he wanted to teach you how to play (in parenthesis, you hadn't even known he played but whatever). Hence you squandered a couple of hours learning how to play and let's just say you could strum "Riptide" at the end of the night, or at least partially;

-despite Felix’s sweet nature, he also knew how to take his time with you in the bedroom. He was such a tease. He adored watching you squirm underneath him, pleading him, whining, bawling his name when he didn't give you what you wanted until he finally finally(!) did; you would then emit a lewd moan which would both excite and galvanize Felix, seeing the effects he had on you. Depending on the mood, he could be either slow and sedulous, or he could be quick and passionate but it really pivoted on how you felt (he would do anything for you, more then he would care to admit). Felix especially loved doing it in his bedroom, for no one would dare to interrupt you there and he would relish watching you strip to your little black lacy lingerie and... oh boy, he would make you come countless times; he didn't mind doing it in the other places though as well, like a pub loo or even against the wall in some discrete alley but again it depended of you and your mood;

-matching tattoos! Call it irrational or whatever, but the thought of having the same tattoo as Felix (two little stars on your wrists) was too appealing of an idea to resist. Everyone seemed to love this idea, barring Farleigh who only rolled his eyes at that, but as I've said -- let's just ignore him, he loved the two of you [you and Felix] anyways and was just too proud to admit it;

-Felix literally pestered you to come over to Saltburn during the summer holidays which you questioned at first — what was his family going to think, were they going to like you, would you fit in...? But Felix dismissed your questions, only uttering something that "you don't have to worry about anything." Finally coaxed, you made your way to the English suburbs where Saltburn resided and soon enough you were facing a big-ass castle which Felix called "home." You had been hearing about the grandioseness of Saltburn beforehand but the reality surpassed your expectations far off and, all of the sudden, you could feel the heat creeping in your chest at the thought of entering the threshold of the mansion. Before you had time to plan your decamping, however, Felix was already snatching you from the entrance while constantly kissing you and reassuring that everything was okay and that should you need anything, he would be always there for you;

-Felix's mom, Elspeth, instantly fell in love with you. She walked over before you even had the time to properly introduced yourself, and muttered, "Oh, aren't you just gorgeous? No wonder why Felix talks about you so much" (at which Felix groaned "Mom!," making you giggle). You then shook hands with James, Felix's father, who gave you merely a nod of acknowledgment with a stiff smile, but you didn't expect much more if being honest. Venetia, on the other hand, turned out to be as lovely as her mom and she promptly embraced you as a family member while you chatted carelessly for the rest of the evening;

-Saltburn moments: spending loads of time in Felix's bed (again, you had your own room but let's be frank here -- what for?), drunken tennis, reading "Harry Potter" naked in the middle of the field, hours and hours spent at the pool since it was scorching, fancy family soirees and dinners...;

-one time when you were stargazing during one of those summer nights in Saltburn, Felix’s head on your stomach as you both laid, Felix stated matter-of-factly: “You know, I’m going to marry you one day.”

You grinned, lifting your head off the grass, but still not ceasing to brush his hair with your fingers. “Oh, yeah?”

“Don’t laugh, I’m being perfectly serious.” And he was. You looked at him now and your amused grin dissipated upon seeing the solemnity of his expression.

“And what makes you think that I would have agreed?”

Instead of answering immediately, he took your hand and drew it to his mouth, kissing each of your fingers separately, slowly, showing that he cares. That it matters. “Because I love you,” he said in between the kisses. “And you love me, hopefully.” He eyed your now-amazed face and a small smile began dancing on his lips. “So I couldn’t imagine it otherwise. It has been always you and me. It will always be you and me.”

“You and me,” you repeated blindly, hypnotized, a blush creeping on your visage now while eyes cavorting with merriment.

And he didn’t lie. He proposed at the end of the summer.

[lucy90712]

Hi could you do a imagine for Ruben Dias ? Maybe like a reader in uni who is sassy who uses bro and dude when talking to him and he doesn’t like it

A/N sorry I changed it up a bit as I didn’t think I’ve ever called someone bro in my life and it just didn’t come out right when I wrote it "He's totally staring at you girl" my best friend said 

"I know he's been doing it since we got here" I said

"Then why aren't you over there talking to him or making out with him I know I would be" she laughed 

"If he wants me he'll have to come over here I'm not doing anything" I said 

She shook her head at me before going back to the guy she's been dancing with all night. I however have been sat at a table with a drink all night as I didn't really want to come to the club but my friends all dragged me out anyway so I'm just here to keep them safe. This one guy has been staring at me all night and I'm sure he's waiting for me to come over to him but it's not going to happen I'm not here to flirt with anyone so he's going to have to make the effort. It feels like a bit of a standoff but what he doesn't know is that I will never give in I will leave here without having spoken a word to him as I couldn't care less about having to shout over the music to speak to a guy in the club no matter who they are. 

Other people would kill to be me right now and I know that but having Ruben Dias checking me out doesn't really phase me. I know exactly who he is I mean who in Manchester doesn't I just simply don't care. Football is never something I've cared about my dad never really watched it so I didn't grow up caring about it so why should I do it now. Now if it was Harry styles staring at me from across the club I would've got up and talked to him hours ago I'm not immune to the stare of a hot famous man but a footballer is a different matter. They probably have a bad reputation but I've heard far too many stories about footballers cheating or taking advantage of girls and I don't want to be part of that Ruben could be a nice guy but to me it's not worth the risk.

My peace didn't last much longer as before I knew it I felt the presence of someone moving towards me then someone sat in the chair next to me. I knew exactly who it was but I still didn't look over as I'm still not giving in. I've decided that my fun tonight is going to be showing Ruben Dias he can't have every girl he sees whenever he wants which I think is a valuable lesson to learn. 

"Hey I'm Ruben I see you've been sat here alone all night and thought you could use some company" he finally said to me 

"If you really thought that you would've come over here hours ago instead of staring from across the club so try again" I said 

"Ok you're right I thought you were cute so I wanted to come and talk to you" he admitted 

"Thought huh guess I'm not as cute up close" I quipped 

"No thats not what I meant you are still cute up close probably even more beautiful now I can see you better" he flirted 

"Thanks man" I said giving him absolutely nothing 

"You don't have a boyfriend do you?" He asked clearly confused by my lack of care

"Nope" I replied rookie mistake 

He took that answer and ran with it. He kept talking at me trying to get something from me but I only said just enough to keep him interested but not enough to give anything away which is actually so much fun. Men can never seem to take a hint unless you spell it out for them and exploiting that is entertaining it makes my otherwise boring night that much better. 

I can't lie Ruben was sweet he flirted with me but he didn't try and go too far, he didn't touch me, he didn't any anything inappropriate he was way more respectful than I thought he would be. His charm was really starting to win me over but I can't be sure that it's not just an act to try and get in my pants which would really upset me as I'm starting to like Ruben. There is no denying Ruben is incredibly attractive but one too many times I've let my life be ruined by hot guys I thought were nice and I'm not going to do that again. If he really wants to get with me he's going to have to prove that he's actually a nice guy and not just putting on an act. 

Just to keep him interested I did let him in slightly because I did want to keep talking to him even if I didn't act like it. The more we spoke the more he proved me wrong with my assumption about footballers he seemed very dedicated to his job and he was definitely much more mature than most guys I've met which is a nice breath of fresh air. Part of me didn't want the night to end but the other part of me knew I needed to get out of there before I get too involved and let yet another man ruin my life for a few months. I also have classes in the morning which I shouldn't miss which was my original excuse for not coming out but that didn't get me far with my friends so hopefully it will work with Ruben. 

"I really should leave I've got classes tomorrow" I said 

"Do you need me to walk you home or I can drive I haven't been drinking so I'm good to drive" he offered 

"No I'm ok I don't live far and I've not drunk enough to not know where I am thanks though" I said 

"Wait before you go can I at least get your number?" He asked 

"Sure" I replied writing down my number on his hand with the pen I always have with me

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Since I met Ruben a few days ago he's been all I thought about when I get in bed at the end of the day. He hasn't text me yet but every day I look at my phone hoping to see a text from him. I don't know what happened to me I never wanted to get involved with a footballer in any capacity but now I'm waiting on one to text me. It's all my fault I spent some time the day after we met watching videos of Ruben play and scrolling through his instagram and then I understood how all these people fall for these guys even though I swore I never would. I so badly want to be unbothered but I can't he's sucked me in and I'm under his stupid spell which I don’t really want to escape.

To take my mind off Ruben,who has probably forgotten about my existence after finding another girl who was more receptive to his advances, I decided to go to my nearest coffee shop to work on some of my essays. This place is my favourite place to work as it's quiet and there's good coffee and cakes what more can you ask for. As soon as I stepped inside the barista that is there every time I go smiled and started to get my usual order ready like she always does now she remembers what I order. Like always we caught up quickly while she made my drink before I went and sat at my usual table to start working. Just as I was about to start writing I got a text from a random number which was from Ruben. My heart skipped a beat when I realised he finally text me but then I had to chastise myself for being so desperate. 

Ruben

Hey it's Ruben we met the other night I was wondering if you'd like to get coffee together some time 

You 

Hey I wouldn't mind that I'm at a coffee shop right now doing some work if you want to come by otherwise I'm not sure when I'm free 

Ruben 

What the address I'll be there 

I hated myself for what I wrote but I wanted him to think that I hadn't been stalking him the last few days. He seemed to like the fact that I didn't want him or wouldn't make it easy and it's probably for the best that I keep that act up so I can work out if he's truly interested in me or not. Within a few minutes Ruben walked in and came to join me at my table in the corner, he sat across from me smiling until I shut my laptop which is when he finally said hi. He asked me if I wanted anything before he went to order himself a drink which earned me a few confused looks from the barista as to why Ruben Dias was sitting with me. 

As soon as he came back we started talking like we did in the club but this time I let him into my world a little bit more I told him about my degree and my friends and family. He was open with me too he told me more about his career and his life outside of football. He was making to very difficult not to fall for him in an instant, I want to give in to what I'm feeling so badly but I also don't want to get hurt. The fact that he was willing to come here on a whim to talk to me more when I haven't exactly been the most friendly person ever shows me that he isn't a compete dickhead at the very least. I did confide in my best friend after I met Ruben and she told me she'd heard nothing but good things about him from other people who have met him which I was skeptical of but now I see it. 

We had a really lovely time together and this time when Ruben asked if he could walk me home I accepted. I was a little worried he'd judge my apartment building as its not exactly the nicest but it's what I can afford while still studying. To my surprise Ruben loved the street I live on he liked that there was more character to the place and it wasn't just tall skyscrapers made with far too much glass. My flat is on the bottom floor so Ruben got to see the plants I keep just outside the windows which aren't exactly flourishing but they aren't dead either which for me is pretty good, seeing them he complimented my gardening skills and told me they looked pretty. While I was there I decided to reach in and pick a flower which I reached up to put behind his ear which made us both laugh. 

"Thank you I'm sure I look so much prettier now" he laughed 

"You look gorgeous" I said 

"Anyway thanks for joining me today I had a good time I'd like to see you again but you should know that I'm not looking for a fuck buddy I want to date properly" I said 

"Don't worry I'm not in this just for sex I really genuinely like you and I'm willing to go at whatever pace you feel comfortable with" he said 

"Thank you how about we start with a proper date somewhen" I suggested 

"I'd love that I'll text you" he said 

He pressed a quick kiss to my cheek before leaving to make his way back home while I stood in my doorway blushing and smiling like an idiot. Who knew playing hard to get would end so well.