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itsjusbleh · 8 months ago

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Beneath the surface

Chat Noir x reader

Chapter one — Acrophobia

Moving to Paris is a fresh, fresh beginning for you. Maybe it was a too big of a leap, but you’re excited, and you’re young, so why not? Though you can’t ignore the tender ache in your stomach. Gotta love anxiety.

It’s only when you step through the inside doors that you realise you have left your damn water bottle behind at your apartment. But then the bell rings, and immediately there’s a hundred footsteps, talking and yelling and someone actually barges into you. You can’t tell who it was anyway because they get lost in the sea of moving people. Scrambling for your campus map, you try and find your class. B5?

Finally finding the room, you open the door with an exasperated energy. But upon seeing the space, you realise that the class is not cinematography. At all.

A naked muscular man sits in the front of the room, posing on a stool as the student artists paint a portrait. Your eyes spring open and you can feel people start to look at you. You go to leave, stepping backwards. “Shit— sorry! I’m in the wrong class—“

You bump into a table filled with clay figures, fumbling a bunch of apologies as you knock one over and it smashes on the ground. What’s even worse is that people begin laughing as your skin flushes warm. You fall to the ground and scramble at the broken pieces.

”Hey—“

At the sudden close proximity of a voice, your head snaps up. A clean hit to the owner of the voice’s nose. A groan comes from above you as you whip your attention to the person.

His hand clutches at his face as you blabber, “I am so so sorry, oh my god…”

”It’s okay, it’s okay,” he pinches his nose, eyes squinted. “You dropped this,” he extends your book towards you with his free hand.

You tuck your hair out of your face and when you get a proper look at him, you swallow dryly. It’s when his green eyes finally meet yours, and you take your book with quick fingers.

He offers you a little smile, but it falters when he looks to the smashed pot on the ground.

You tuck your book tightly into your chest. “Was that yours?” You ask softly, face contorted in shame.

“Yes,” he slowly says, lolling those green eyes back to yours, and you catch the smallest twitch of them widening. “It’s… fine, though.”

Oddly enough, there’s a second of silence before the professor echoes a loud ‘ahem’. You scramble out of the class, offering another clumsy sorry as you leave, unknowingly having the same pair of green eyes following you as you do.

Once you’re finally in cinematography, a nice girl with tan skin and dark red hair chats to you as she polishes her glasses. She says her name’s Alya and it’s hard because you’re trying to listen to the teacher, especially because he was a bit annoyed at your lateness but she’s blabbering in your ear. You don’t have the heart to try and tell her to stop especially because you’re new and well, alone. You need to make friends.

”I was supposed to be taking audio and film instead of this class, but apparently, this branches more opportunity,” she uses quote fingers, rolling her eyes. “Anyway, I can thank my boyfriend for that—“

She gets hushed by the teacher, but after five seconds she slowly turns her head back to you, as if expecting you to start talking.

“I’m taking a performing arts bachelor,” you whisper. “I’d like to be an actress… or something like that.”

“Oooh nice,” Alya wiggles her words, once again getting hushed by the teacher.

After two full, long classes, you head out into the main courtyard like most of the students at the university. Some are on phones, some are in animated conversation. You see an oak tree at the far end of the courtyard, with a wide trunk and plenty of shade. You can’t see anyone nearby, so you make your way over, and you plan to sit on the grass against the tree when you feel someone clutch your shoulder.

”Girl, where do you think you’re going?” Ayla’s voice seeps into your ears, her glossed lips stretched in a smile. You open your mouth to reply but she beats you to it, pulling your shoulder to walk with her. “Come meet my best frieeend, oh my god, you’ll love Marinette, she’s amazing.”

You follow her with a nod, a pleasant wave of relief actually washing through you. She pulls you to a table under a tree’s shade. Marinette has black hair with a tinge of blue hue that just curls around the mid of her neck, kind blue eyes and you can just tell she’s a warm soul. She waves, offering a hello.

She tells you she’s studying in fashion design, and as you tell her your bachelor, she coos. “Performing arts? Are you looking to book any roles in Paris? We have some opportunities here, theatre wise— oh, and advertisements, films…”

“I would love that, I just… need to see if I’m actress material, I guess. I know how difficult it is to get into the acting industry, and I’m taking some extra classes with a studio every week, so…”

”Hey, I know a guy that can hook you up with some opportunities,” Alya grins, nudging Marinette with a smug look. “Adrien Agreste,” she lets the name roll of her tongue, smooth and knowing.

Marinette rolls her eyes at Alya, but she turns to you with a hopeful smile. “Actually, that is true. He’s done plenty of things like that.”

As they say this, you wonder who this said guy is. It’s obvious that they know him well, which is good in your case. You pick up a french fry and dip it in ketchup.

“Who’s that?” You munch on the fry, voice muffled a little by it.

”Uhh… oh, he’s over there,” Alya points behind you. You turn and see where she’s pointing, to a group of people standing around. “The one in the navy pullover.”

The one in the navy pullover. You look for the clothing, and once found, you rake your eyes up to the face to match. You almost choke on your french fry, a strangled sound coming from your throat as Alya pats your back immediately. That’s insane because that’s the guy that you socked in the nose. Not to mention, you broke his clay piece.

Shit. Yeah, that’s him. What a small world. You turn around slowly back to the girls, shrinking in on yourself.

“What?” Both girls say in tune, confused at your expression.

“This morning I mixed up my classes and I bumped into him and I smashed his clay piece,” you clutch at your forehead, embarrassed. They both ease into a laugh. Your mind reels at just the thought of the humiliating situation. They attempt to reassure you, and you smile at their pure friendliness, but it drowns out a little as you take another peak at him.

To your utter shock, you catch his gaze. He seems surprised too because his expression sets into a stunned one. He quickly adverts his eyes, regaining his attention on a friend. You screw your lips up, a tinge of confusion bubbling in your chest.

Your first day wasn’t unbearable, but it wasn’t a piece of cake either. The first bite into your freshly baked croissant has you drooling. The buttery, flaky layers of the pastry melt in your mouth, releasing a rich, buttery flavor that dances on your tongue. It’s a nice breeze through Paris, seeping against your cheeks and you’re thankful for the spare time you have.

Suddenly the ground shakes, and the salts and peppers on your cafe table fall to the ground with an eery smash. An earthquake? You never knew they were prone in Paris. But then you hear a maniacal laugh echo throughout the street. The rustle of chairs moving and shoes squeaking fills your ears, and looking around you see that people are running into hiding.

What is going on?

A fast blur of red and black whips past, a powerful feminine voice yelling something out. You’re frozen in your chair, croissant now splattered along the pavement. You tilt to look at your treat now gone, a wave of grief rocking you.

Another suited figure runs by you. He wears a black suit, golden blond hair and shifting cat ears. He tosses a shout, “You should be inside! It’s too danger—rooooouuussss…” his head turns as he looks at you, sharp, emerald eyes giving you a one-down as his run slows to a stop, “hello.”

You look around quickly, seeing if he’s talking to anyone else but there’s no one else. Anywhere. “Hi,” you say, a tone of a question as you feel a shudder slip down your back at the way his eyes gobble you up. There’s a sinister swing of his hips as he walks toward you, a challenging stare that you can’t replicate.

“Ma chérie, you can’t be out here,” he tsks. With him this close, you can really look at him. His soft blond hair running wild at his neck, defined muscles cut against leather, the little dimple in his cheek from his wicked grin. What a being. “There’s a possibility you can get caught in the crossfire, and I would hate to see this pretty face get hurt.”

You nod gently, spacing out a little.

A truck gets thrown across the street in the background. His flirty demeanour flattens as he blinks, his whacky grin slipping. “Are you in shock?”

You shrug. You hear him mumble something under his breath, maybe along the lines of ‘shit’ and ‘poor thing’ but you can’t really tell from the loud crashing and banging noises going on around you. He taps his foot a little, cat ears flicking like he’s thinking.

“Chat Noir!” The same female voice from before snaps, and you watch the way his ears flatten, an exasperated groan escaping his lips.

”I’ll come back for you, ma chérie, just—“

Another loud shout, and he suddenly clutches you by the arm.

“Be a good girl and go into the cafe, come on,” his voice is tender and guiding, leading you through the cafe doors and practically carrying you there. “There we are, that’s it, puurfect.”

The way he mutters that last word against your ear makes you shiver, and all you can do is nod to him and his words. He sits you down on one of the couches, giving your arm one last graze before zooming out into the Parisian streets. You aren’t in shock. Are you? You’re just confused. As fuck.

You don’t know how long it’s been until there’s a flash of pinkish white that blinds you and you cover your face with an arm. Blinking away the shine, there’s an evident clearing of the sky, and herds of civilians creep out from their hidings. You decide to stay in the cafe for a while, grabbing for your phone as something comes up on your web, Ladyblog News.

Superheroes. Ladybug and Chat Noir. How have you never ever heard of this? You feel stupid, ridiculously stupid. Making your way out of the cafe and heading to your apartment, you duck into an alleyway shortcut.

”Why such a rush? I said I’d come back for you.”

The sudden noise makes you swish around, coming into contact with a leathered arm. Thick, leathered arm. The feline heroine has that arm leaned against the alleyway’s brick wall, looking you down like a predator. This guy is big on dramatic effect.

“I’ve just moved to Paris, and this… this is all very new to me,” you explain, wondering why it was difficult to keep eye contact.

“Oh, chèrie, I know…” he draws out, letting his eyes roll down your figure. “I might need to go home with you.”

His words send your mind in a frenzy, it makes your throat grow tingly. “Why?”

”For safety measures, of course. Why else?” He tilts his head at you as if it were obvious, the bell on his suit dinging lightly. That implication was prominent and you knew it, he was sly. “Your legs feel okay?”

”They feel fine,” you mutter, biting the inside of your cheek. You have to admit, they’re a bit jittery from before. You duck out from the alleyway and he follows.

“Mmm, I’m not sure I believe that,” he reaches behind himself to grab something, and when it comes into view it looks like a metal bar. He slides an arm around your waist. “You afraid of heights?”

You raise an eyebrow at his question, confusion once again filling you as he grabs your arm to wrap it around his neck. “…No.”

There’s a glint of a grin on his devilish lips. “And which one’s your building?”

You point in the direction to the blue apartment building in the distance. “That one,” you respond.

Without warning, you’re lifted up into the air. You screech, arms flying out and attaching to him magnetically. You can hear a low chuckle from him as your heart pounds against your ribcage. You don’t dare to peek out from his chest, eyes sealed shut as wind snips through the gaps of your hair.

“Which one?” Chat Noir asks, giving you a little nudge.

”Seventh floor, farthest left,” you rush, gripping him as if your life depended on it. There’s a thud and a commotion, and when he gently sets you down, it takes you a second to detach from him.

You immediately go to land a solid punch into his shoulder, a hiss like noise screeching out of him.

“Heeeey…” he pouts, to which you jab a finger at his chest.

“You should’ve warned me!” You scold harshly.

“Where’s the fun in that?” His tongue runs along his smirking bottom lip, a glimpse of his white canines catching your eye. You only groan frustratedly, folding your arms. “Your balcony has a beautiful view,” Chat Noir praises.

You sigh. “I know, you can see the Eiffel from here and I didn’t even pay extra—“

”I wasn’t talking about the landscape,” he mutters. You turn to see his sneaky green eyes locked on you, seemingly proud at his flirtatious quip. Your arms tense in your hold, unable to play it cool as you let a smile creep onto your face. You hear a quiet beeping sound and you catch the way his eyebrows stitch down as he looks at his ring finger.

“What’s wrong?” You utter, unfolding your arms.

“I have to leave,” Chat Noir grunts, annoyance twinged in his voice. He takes your hand in his, giving it a swift kiss in apology. “Selfishly, I beg of you to go into shock more.”

You actually giggle at his silly statement, going to take your hand back but his grip doesn’t falter. His slimmed, feline pupils dilate with your sound.

“What’s your name?” He asks gently, smoothing his gloved thumb over your knuckle. You say it without a thought, quiet enough that it could be mistaken for another gust of Paris’s wind. He leans back towards the bars of your balcony with a smirk, and with one last look that he steals, he jumps off your balcony.

#miraculous ladybug #chat noir #chat noir x reader #adrien agreste x reader #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #chat noir fanfiction

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21sbaby · 2 months ago

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Shocker| m.celebrini

Pairing: Macklin Celebrini x fem!OC

warnings: swearing, cringey, violence (sorta?), not proofread

A/n: I’m finally writing about this absolute cutie!! Also I need more hockey moots bro. 😔

Briar loved soccer, she grew up playing, and she believed it would be her one true love. She was absolutely over the moon when she got an offer from UCLA to play soccer, a year early.

UCLA was only known for their football team and basketball teams so the media team decided to begin to do interviews to bring more attention to the team.

Ayla, fhe media coordinator stood at the end of the tunnel, waiting for the girls to walk out. Ayo was the first to walk out, “Ayo, who on the team would you not let date your daughter?” Ayla asked with a smile from behind the camera, “oh..Boone? Is this one of those mini mic interviews?” she asked as she smiled widely, only earning a nod from Ayla.

Sofia walked out next, “Sofia, can I ask you a quick question?” Ayla asked, “Yeah of course!” Sofia replied as she took her air pod out, “Who would you not want to ride next to on the bus?” “Uh, I was going to say Ayo or Boone because I live with them and they are loud but I'm gonna say..Kara Croone.” Sofia said as she walked off.

Briar stuck her head out to get a view at the tunnel, she had heard that girls were being interviewed and she wanted no part of it.

“Boone, I see you.” Ayla laughs, “Ok fine.” she huffs as she walked towards Ayla and her tripod. “Who's you're celebrity crush?” Ayla asked, “Yeah no.” Briar said bluntly as she began to walk off, “MACKLIN CELEBRINI!” Taylor yelled as she ran out of the tunnel, causing Briar to run back to the tripod, “Lies!” she yelled before running off again.

Later that day, Ayla went through the footage and posted it, as a joke she tagged the San Jose sharks in the comments, just to tease Briar. Ayla woke up to an abundance of text messages from Briar.

Briar: YOU’RE SO DEAD WHEN I SEE YOU.

Briar: I'm telling Ayo you ate her yogurt.

Briar: I'm on my way.

Ayla: What did I do??

Briar: You tagged the sharks and THEY COMMENTED.

Ayla: What??

Ayla bolted to Tiktok, and there it was. A comment from the San Jose Sharks. ‘Boone in a 71 Jersey this year?’ read the comment, Ayla laughed loudly as she read the comment, she knew Briar was going to be pissed.

Briar laid in her head, dreading to get out of bed. She was upset at Ayla for tagging them but it wasn't some big secret? *ding* Briar picked up the phone, it was from Instagram.

She clicked on it, it immediately brought her to a dm. “HOLY SHIT,” she yelled out as she realized who it was from.

Ayo came running into the room with an apron on, “What?!?” she said in a panicked voice, “first off, what are you wearing?? Secondly, HE DMMED ME!” she yelled, “firstly, I was baking cookies,” she started as she rolled her eyes at Briar, “Secondly, OH EM GEE!!” she yelled as she jumped onto Briar’s bed and jumped around happily.

Ayo retreated to the kitchen to finish the cookies, or in other words, burn them to a crisp. Briar smiled at her phone before the realized she had left Macklin on seen while they were jumping around like idiots, “Aw fuck” she cursed as she opened the dm and began to type.

Macklin: 🐕

Macklin: Rocky, leave the pretty girl alone! Sorry, he tends to run towards gorgeous women.

Briar: Smooth.

Macklin: Why thank you.

Briar: Of course, of course. To what do I owe the pleasure of you blessing my screen?

Macklin: You come to San Jose often?

Briar: Only when I go to see my sister, she lives in Santa Clara.

Macklin: Oh alright. And how often is that?

Briar: Every other weekend or so?

Macklin: Damn, you should come to a game. I'd love to look up into the stands and see you.

Briar: might have to take you up on that offer.

Macklin: Bet. I’ll buy tickets if you wanna bring a friend?

Briar: Thats sweet. I'd probably bring my sister, but she has a son..

Macklin: I could do 3 tickets.

Briar: Tell me when and ill be there.

Macklin: This weekend?

Briar: Bet.

Briar waited and waited for Friday to come so she could drive to Santa Clara, she told her sister about it and she was over the moon!

Once Friday approached, Briar packed her things and began the 5-hour drive. She sang loudly to music and had conversations with herself the entire drive.

After 5 long hours, she pulled into the driveway of her sister’s house, it was only about 2 pm.

“Sissy!” Her nephew screamed as he ran out the front door to her car to greet her. “Hi, Bubba!” She exclaimed as she hugged him tightly.

“I missed you.” She said as she hugged her sister tightly, “I missed you too.” Madden responded in the crook of her neck, “Griffin, help sissy bring her things inside.” Madden said softly.

Griffin of course tried to grab the heaviest bag he could find. “No no no, I’ve got this one. Why don’t you grab that one?” Briar said as she pointed to a different bag, which was much lighter.

Griffin giggled as he ran in and out of the house, taking her things into the guest room. “He enjoys this too much” Madden giggled at her son.

“You’re telling me.” Briar laughed. Every other weekend Briar came to Santa Clara to help her sister, when griffin was born, his father decided to up and leave, leaving Madden and Griffin all alone. After that day Briar swore she’d do anything to help her sister, so she began going up there during the weekends to take care of him so she could relax.

After 10 minutes they finally got all her bags into the guest room, she didn’t even bother unpacking. She plopped down on the couch and watched Bluey with Griffin.

“I gotta go to work, I’ll see you later,” Madden said softly, trying not to sleep the now-sleeping child on the couch. Briar nodded as her sister left.

She was nervous, what if he decided he didn’t want her to come to the game? That’d be so embarrassing.. she thought to herself.

She scrolled on Instagram when she got a notification that someone followed her, she did as she usually does and checked out their account.

He was a hockey player, but the one thing that stuck out to her was his name. “Will Smith? Who the hell names their kid Will Smith?” She asked herself before realizing that Macklin and the Will Smith kid were teammates.

Before she knew it, she was knocked out asleep on the couch. When she woke up it was 3 am, Madden’s door was shut and so was Griffin's. The hum of the fan rang in her ears as she stared at the ceiling.

“what am I doing here..” she mumbled to herself as she thought about her current situation, later that day she’d be seeing the guy she had the biggest crush on, play hockey. It was insane.

The hum of the fan slowly lulled her back to sleep, she woke up again at 3:45 pm. “Bri?” Madden asked softly as she shook her, “hm..?” she murmured, still half asleep.

“The game starts at 7 and it’s almost 4, and you still need to shower..also you take forever to get ready.” Madden said softly, “mhm.” Briar murmured again before sliding off the couch and waking herself up.

She tumbled into the guest room to grab her things before heading to the shower, she quickly undressed and hopped into the shower.

The steaming hot water felt amazing on her skin, it quite literally melted away all her nerves. She stayed in the shower for 30 minutes before finally getting out to finish getting ready, what was she even meant to wear to a hockey game?

She stumbled out of the bathroom and tore through her bag, attempting to find something cute.

She settled on a denim mini skirt, a red going-out top, and her black oversized leather jacket, seeing as it was a hockey rink made of ice.

After finally getting dressed she waltzed into the bathroom to finish her makeup and hair. She hummed to Chappell Roan as she curled her hair. It was crazy to her that in less than an hour now, she’d be seeing Macklin.

Part of her was excited, but the other part of her was terrified. She was so insanely scared he wouldn’t like her after he saw her tonight.

Madden, Griffin, and Briar all got in Briar’s car and drove to the area. Griffin blabbed about how it was called the shark tank, “Sissy did you know that SJ Sharkie has a 4-wheeler?” Griffin asked as he watched out the window. “No, I did not! That’s so cool Bubba.” She said softly, Madden smiled at her sweetly.

The truth was, Briar hated kids, always has, and probably always will. Griffin however was a different story, maybe it was just because he was Madden’s but she loved that little boy more than life itself.

She’d do anything for him, in a sense she was like his second mom, she’d grown to be more of an active figure in his life than his father ever had been.

They pulled into the parking lot of the arena, Briar helped Griffin out of his car seat while Madden grabbed her purse.

“Will you take him to go watch warm-ups while I get food?” Madden asked, “Yeah, no problem. Let’s go!” Briar exclaimed as she and griffin skipped off, hand in hand.

Damn, he got us good seats..she thought to herself as she walked down the aisle with Griffin on her hip, he’d given up on walking as soon as they got in the doors.

She watched as the guys skated around, shooting pucks under each other’s legs, goofing off with fans and so much more. Griffin stood right at the glass as he watched people skate by.

A guy skated up to the glass, waved at Griffin, then threw a puck over for him. Once he turned around, she realized who it was. “Celebrini” was pasted on the back of his jersey.

He glanced up and made direct eye contact with Briar, he nervously looked at the ground and then back up, sending her a small smile, which she returned.

Madden walked down the aisle and admired the puck in Griffin’s hand, “where did he get that?” She asked. “Macklin.” Briar responded with a smile, “I hope he doesn’t think you have a son now.” Madden smiled, “No he knows Griff is yours.” Briar laughed.

The game started well, by the end of the first quarter Philadelphia had scored 2, but they could always come back. By the end of the 2nd quarter, it wasn’t looking good.

Philadelphia had scored again and the sharks just couldn’t pull it together. Macklin looked for Briar in the stands every time Philadelphia scored like she was his last hope. She’d just give him a reassuring smile.

It was obvious that the sharks weren’t going to win unless they pulled it together, quickly. Philadelphia scored once more. There were only a few seconds on the clock when one of the Philadelphia rookies dropped his stick and shoved Macklin.

Of course, Macklin shoved him back, then the rookie shoved him again then followed up with a punch. Macklin was in shock, he tumbled backward and quickly turned to the refs, as to say “What the hell?”

It was a rough game, most definitely. Macklin walked out of the tunnel and made a B-line for Briar. “Hey..” he said as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Hey.” She said softly, “He got you good.” She laughed softly as she looked at his bottom lip. “yeah. I know.” He chuckled softly at her words.

“You look pretty.” Macklin said softly as he looked her up and down, “Thank you.” She smiled at him. “How long are you staying for?” He asked, “Probably till Tuesday.” She replied.

“We should hang out.” He smirked, “I agree. Get lunch or something?” She asked, “Yeah, that sounds nice. Monday?” Macklin asked with a small smile.

“It’s a date!” she smiled, “I’m looking forward to it.” He replied, “damn. It’s late, and Bud is slumped..you two should probably get going. I don’t wanna keep you.” He continued as he looked at Griffin who had fallen asleep sometime during the 2nd quarter.

Madden nodded softly in agreement, “Alright, I’ll see you Monday.” She smiled as they walked off. Will walked up behind Macklin, “You’re so whipped.” He teased as he patted his shoulder before walking off, leaving Macklin to just think about the last few minutes.

#toooster #macklin celebrini #san jose sharks #macklin celebrini x oc #macklin celebrini x reader #will smith #macklin celebrini imagine

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vagabond-starsong · 24 days ago

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Oh fabulously~ She could still suffer a major magical malady several days after eating one and she doesn't know.

Since the party is in the Fae Wild, we presumed a puzzle needed to be solved by eating some suspicious mushrooms. My girl is a big idiot, but also the most hardy of the bunch, so she volunteered to eat a couple mushrooms to progress out of their predicament.

They tasted like dessert treats and seemed to have no real effect. I mean, one of the others sneezed a fireball after eating theirs, but since Nothing Happened™️ after my girl ate a couple, she just thinks they were tasty 😁✨

D&D is fun. My character tried literal magic shrooms. It went swimmingly~

#Thanks for asking friend!#ayla prattles

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avetesketches · 4 months ago

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Sonamy then and now in my royalty/fantasy au:

I went through so much trial and error with this and I’m going to call it lol. Here’s some lore under the cut though:

I imagine this scene takes place 4-5 years after Sonic and Amy had last seen each other. Sonic expected Amy to tackle him upon her and Knuckles’s arrival but was pleasantly surprised when she didn’t. Instead, Amy simply curtsied and inquired how he had been, and that she hoped he’d been well, before moving on to converse with Blaze and Ayla. Sonic brushes it off and joins in on Knuckles and Silver’s conversation but can’t help looking over and wondering whether Amy truly had moved on, and the possibility he may have realised his own feelings too late.

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He’ll later realise that she’s just hiding her feelings for him (thanks to an insider tip from Ayla when he goes to her asking for advice) but bc he’s more shy about openly admitting his affection, he leans more towards trying to hint at it (horribly) until Amy initiates the conversation. Spoiler: he initiates first since Amy would be stubborn about her new resolve to hide her feelings for him 😁

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masonmontz · 9 months ago

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heeeey everyone, how are you? :) i hope you like it, because it is one of my favorites

REMEMBER: english is not my first language

angst, fluff, smut (unprotected sex, praise, oral) word count: 11,4k

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“Go change your clothes, we’re going to see Uncle Mason, he’s in London.” You said to Olivia, your 7 years old daughter.

“Can I use my new dress? The blue one.” She said, getting up and getting out of your bed.

“Sure, call me if you need help.” You said and she agreed, leaving your room. You smiled to yourself, knowing she can handle everything on her own, but you offer help just the same. She is a girl with her own opinion and no one can change her mind.

Olivia is your greatest gift.

You got pregnant early, you were only 18 when you found out and your life turned upside down. Your father wasn't very happy when he found out you were pregnant and that's why you decided to find a place for you and live on your own, giving up on going to college and focusing on having a full-time job to pay the bills and try to provide comfort for your baby. Your mother and your younger sister always helped you, as did your friends, who were the best in the world.

Mason and Ayla always helped you, they stayed with you in the good and bad moments, that's why they were both Olivia's godparents. Mason offered you his own house for a few months, Ayla bought Olivia lots of clothes and diapers, and always helped you when you were sad and felt ugly because of your big belly.

Living with your best friend for a few months was when you realized you were in love with him. Mason was funny, kind, and stood by you when it seemed like the worst time of your life. You weren't sure you'd stay with Olivia, but when you saw that beautiful face, you had no doubt that she was the greatest love of your life.

You blamed it on hormones for a long time, but when Mason was the one who stayed with you when she was born, you knew it was love. But Mason had become a professional player, he was busy with Chelsea and that's why you never said anything, nor did you ever want to tie him to you.

Him being great with Olivia didn't help much, you drooled every time he held your daughter. Mason used to see her almost every day after training, sometimes Ayla was there too but she worked and couldn't always come to your house. Olivia is also in love with Uncle Mason, but she doesn't hide it from anyone, unlike you.

You never showed your feelings for Mason, so little by little you kept everything locked inside you. Mason had several girlfriends, several one-night stands, and you also met some interesting guys. Some were idiots and left you when they found out you had a daughter, others knew but didn't like her, and the one you liked the most, Matty, left to work in China with no plans to return to England.

Mason was Olivia's favorite adult, and even when he moved to Manchester, he called her almost every day, sent her some gifts and whenever possible came to see her in London.

“Mum, can you tie my hair?” Olivia asked and entered your room while you were putting on some clothes. Summer was close and the days were getting hotter, so you wore a black skirt and a white blouse, sandals and tied your hair up like Olivia. Mason sent you a message inviting you and Olivia to dinner, he was only spending two days in London and would soon return to Manchester.

“Do you want to do makeup?” You asked her but she denied. “Do you want help tying your shoelaces?”

“Yes, please, mum.” She said and you smiled at her, your polite girl. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome babe, give me a hug.” You bent down and Olivia hugged you, then you pulled her onto your lap. She was growing so fast, but she was still your baby. “You’re so pretty.”

“Yes, ‘cause I’m just like you.” She said and rolled her eyes, you couldn't help but laugh at her. It was true, Olivia was a lot like you. Her father was a one-night stand and you never had contact with him again, but every day you try to be enough for her.

And you never lied to her, every time she asked if she had a father, you explained that you didn't know where he lived or how to talk to him, you never left her waiting for someone who wouldn't show up, and little by little she focused only on you and the family and friends she has.

Olivia was a happy girl. You always tried to teach her to be polite, you didn't yell at her, you always woke her up with a smile, and the same customs you taught her, she learned.

“Are you ready?” You asked and she agreed, giving you her hand and you walked to the living room to get your bag. “Uncle Mason will buy you sushi.”

“That’s why he’s my favorite Uncle.” She said and you laughed again, Mason knows sushi is her favorite food and he always wants to take her to eat sushi with him, even if you don't like it. Mason found a companion for Japanese restaurants and it was Olivia, when at the age of five Ayla gave her sushi and she loved it, and you always chose yakisoba, because you didn't like sushi, but you always took her to dinner with her godfather.

“Just because he buys you sushi? I'll tell him.” You say before entering the elevator, still holding her hand.

“He won't mind, he loves me very much.” She says and blows you a kiss, packing her own pink bag.

“You think you're too much, little girl.” You say while fixing her hair. The uber was already waiting for you and in fifteen minutes you arrived at the restaurant that Mason told you he was waiting for you two. Ayla was traveling with her fiancé and couldn't make it to the dinner, so it would just be the three of you.

“Look, Mason is there.” You point to where Mason was on his phone sitting at a table alone, then Olivia ran over before you could catch her. She called out to him and several people in the restaurant looked at her, making you feel embarrassed at the attention.

Mason smiled when he heard it and stood up, bending down to catch her as she threw herself into his arms. You approached smiling, noticing that Mason hugged her for a few seconds and they were both smiling.

“I missed you so much, look how big you are.” He said and set her down again, kneeling down to leave a kiss on her cheek.

“I missed you too, Uncle Masey.” She said, sitting on the chair and looking at you.

“Hello.” You said and Mason got up, he hugged you tightly and you smelled his perfume, it had been the same for years and it never stopped being good. “You good?”

“Hey, Y/N.” He whispered in your ear. “I missed you too.”

“I bet Manchester is great, you haven't come to London anymore.” You teased and he smiled, then you sat down again while Olivia looked at the menu.

“I'm busy there after the injury, but I think next season I'll be able to play and things will get better.” He said and you gave him a confident smile, but soon he looked at Olivia again. “What about you, pumpkin? How is school?”

“Good, I'm learning how to do math and about plants.” She said, ignoring Mason and looking at you. “Mum, can I order a juice?”

“Sure.” She took out the tablet and you and Mason helped her place the order herself, then she placed an order for the two of you too. You spent dinner talking, Mason told him some news about the team, you listened to Olivia talk about some of her friends from school to him and you told him a little about your work.

As always, she and Mason ate several pieces of sushi while you tried to ignore the fishy smell, which made you feel sick. You didn't know that food could make a child as happy as it made Olivia happy.

“Do you want dessert, honey?” You asked her, but she denied. “For real? I want a brownie with ice cream, don't you want to share it with me?”

“No, mum, I am satisfied.” She said and you and Mason laughed.

“Okay, little lady. Do you want to share with me?” You asked Mason, but just like Olivia, he denied.

“No sugar for me, sorry.”

“Mum, can I go there to see the playground?” Olivia asked and pointed to the outside, sheltered area where some children were playing.

“Yes, but be careful not to get hurt.” She barely heard you and was soon running outside, leaving you and Mason alone.

“So, how are things around here?” He asked, placing his hand on the table and offering it for you to hold. You rested your hand on his and squeezed. “I talk to Olivia more than I talk to you.”

“It's not my fault she takes the phone all to herself when you call.” He smiled, looking more beautiful than ever. Mason is wearing a black t-shirt and jeans and white sneakers. He is simple and beautiful and you try to ignore your attraction to him. “Everything is fine, I got promoted at work and Olivia started French class, now she says things that I don't know what they mean.”

“Have you spoken to Ayla?”

“Yes, she is in Portugal with Robert, the last trip before the wedding.” You took out your phone and showed some photos she sent you to Mason. “She is so happy, I can’t believe they’re getting married.”

“I remember when she met him, I would never have said they would get married.” He said and took another sip of water, still looking at you. “How about you? Any guy in your life?”

“Ah, of course I have, before coming here I sent one away. He was annoying me because he is in love with me.” You said ironically and Mason snorted. “Last week a man said hi to me at the grocery store and Olivia asked why I was panting in front of him.”

“She’s my favorite.” Mason was laughing at you, and you blushed as you remembered the scene. “But seriously, no one?”

You shook your head and gave Mason a small smile.

“I don't think it's right to put someone in her life now and take them away if it doesn't work out, I need to think more about Olivia than myself.”

“You can't forget yourself, Y/N. I know you love Olivia and want to do the best for her, but you still have a life and you are young.” You looked at the ground, blushing. “You still haven't found the right guy.”

“Men don't like a single mother.”

“You are looking for the wrong men.” Mason winked at you, but you didn't understand. Olivia went back to the table to drink water, but then quickly ran to the playground.

“Why don't you go to a game in Manchester? We are at the end of the season and I would like Olivia to come see me. It's been a few months since she's watched a match.”

“I need to see her school calendar, she can't miss many classes, but we can arrange it.”

“And you need to watch a match too, it's been a while since I've had my lucky charm cheering me on.”

“Stop it, I’m not your lucky charm.” Your face turned red.

“Yes you are, you haven't watched the matches in almost a year and the season was shit.” He said and smiled at you. “Summer is coming, I think it would be a good idea if you and Olivia spent the vacations with me and my family, what do you think? Do you already have plans?”

“She's been asking to go to the beach, so I think I'll take her for a few days. I hope it's sunny so she can enjoy it.”

“We’re going to Greece, you wanna come? I would love to have you there.”

“No, sorry. I don't want to ruin your family vacation, and Greece must be very expensive.”

“You know I can pay for everything.”

“I know but it's not fair, I don't want you to spend money on me or Olivia.”

“But I’m her godfather.” Mason grumbled. “And you’re my best friend, I just want to give you both good presents.”

“And I thank you for that, Mason, but that’s too much.” You said, and he snorted. “Maybe we can take her to the beach together when you get back.”

“I'm going to Portugal after Greece for pre-season, I don't think I'll be back in London until July.”

“Another time then.”

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Mason insisted on taking you and Olivia home. She played a lot and ended up sleeping in the car and you and Mason talked quietly to not wake her up. When he parked in front of the building, he insisted on carrying Olivia to your apartment, knowing that you wouldn't be able to do everything with her in your arms.

Mason was so careful with her that your heart melted when you saw him leave a kiss on her forehead, murmuring a few words even though he knew she wasn't listening.

“I always miss you two when I'm in Manchester.” Mason said as he closed Olivia's bedroom door. You were standing in the hallway waiting for him, so the two of you walked to the kitchen, speaking quietly so she wouldn't wake up.

“C’mon, you have a lot of friends there.”

“Yes, but I miss my favorite girl in the world.” He said, accepting the cup of tea you offered. “There's a party in Manchester next week, I invited Ayla and Robert and I'd like you to go too.”

“A party?” You raised your eyebrows, not really liking the idea of not taking your daughter with you.

“It's a Man U party, I want you to go. My family is going away and they won't be able to go, and I don't want to be alone there.”

“I don’t know, I don't want to leave Olivia alone.”

“Leave her with your mom and sister, you need to have some fun too.”

“I will think about it.” You spoke quietly, but Mason agreed. He would probably spend the rest of the week urging you to go.

You and Mason hadn't gone out alone for years, you used to go to a lot of parties before you got pregnant, after that he continued going to a lot of parties and meeting a lot of people, but you had a baby to take care of. Now you usually go to some restaurants, birthday parties, school presentations, swimming lessons and to your parents' or Ayla's house.

“I need to go now, I have an early meeting tomorrow and then I'm going back to Manchester.” Mason said, taking the cup of tea to the kitchen sink.

“Okay, I'll let you know if I decide to go to Manchester.”

“Please go, it will be fun.” He said smiling at you, and it made you melt like butter. “I’ll miss you until then.”

“Don’t be silly, you'll have a lot to do until next week.” You respond, leaving a light slap on his arm and making him mumble.

“And I still miss my best friend.”

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“I live for you, I long for you, Olivia, I've been idolizing the light in your eyes, Olivia…” You sang softly as you packed your bags for the short trip to Manchester. “The summertime and butterflies, all belong to your creation, I love you, it's all I do, I love you…”

“How many days will you stay there?” Olivia asked. She was lying in your bed quietly, she was watching a movie while you were packing your clothes and she was keeping you company.

“Three days, my love.” You replied, organizing your hygiene items. “Mommy is leaving tomorrow morning and I'll be back Sunday night. You won't even have time to miss me.”

“But I will, you've never left me alone for so long.” She spoke, and when you looked at her, you saw that her eyes were teary. She was wearing pink pajamas that she changed into after her shower, so she lay next to you in your bed in silence, now you understood why.

“Oh, my sweet girl, don’t cry or I’ll cry too.” You got up and laid down next to her, hugging your sentimental girl. “You will have fun with nanna and your aunt, they will take you to some fun places.”

“But what if I need to talk to you?”

“You can call me, I will always answer you, dear. And if I don't answer, you know you can call Mason.” She agreed, so you left a kiss on her forehead and got up to continue packing your things. Your heart was already hurting, you had never spent more than a day away from Olivia and you would be lying if you said you weren't scared.

But maybe Mason was right, it was time to have some fun and remember that you're only twenty-five.

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“The size of this house is shameful.” You spoke quietly to Ayla as the two of you opened all the doors to see the rooms and Mason and Robert were in the room after Mason picked the three of you up. “We can get lost here.”

“Look at that bathtub, I'm going to ask Mason if I can have this room.” You agreed, then you both went downstairs again.

Mason picked you up and not even he believed you traveled there, even though you told him you were going to Manchester. He probably thought you were joking, even more so because they all know that you never left Olivia for more than a day and took her everywhere with you, or you just didn't go.

You spent almost five minutes saying goodbye to her, hugging and kissing your little girl, who was also a little sad about being away from her mommy for a few days. You promised gifts and calls every day until you returned home. Olivia was your best company, you always had her in your arms and you always taught her that she could count on you for everything. You were best friends.

“Did you guys have fun snooping around my house?” Mason asked as he offered you both a soda. “Did you like the house?”

“Oh we like it.” She replied and gave Mason a mischievous smile. “I want to have the room with the bathtub.”

“A bathtub? I'm enjoying this trip even more.” Robert said and you laughed, just like Mason.

“You’re disgusting, this is my house.” Mason said, closing his eyes and trying to get the image out of his head.

You sat on the couch next to Mason, and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him. You had a calm friendship, you loved Mason and he loved you, as a friend. But you always hugged each other, you were always together, and people got used to seeing you like that.

“Was Olivia okay?” He asked quietly, just for you. Ayla and Robert got up to look at the trophies and medals displayed in the room.

“I think she was a little sad, I never left her alone for so long. She cried yesterday and was worried in case she needed me.”

“Aww, she loves her mommy so much.” Mason smiled and gave you a kiss on your forehead. “I thought we could go out to dinner today, what do you think? Or we can order something and have a game night, just like the old days.”

“Both options sound great to me.”

Ayla and Robert preferred to stay at home, so Mason ordered pizza and you spent several hours playing games he had. Close to bedtime Olivia called, and you spent almost fifteen minutes talking to your daughter before hanging up. She looked sad, and even if she didn't let it show, you knew your girl very well.

Your mother said they went for a walk in the afternoon, but Olivia said a few times that you would be gone for many days and that made your heart hurt. You walked back into the room and Mason and Ayla were arguing over the rules of the game. Years ago it was common, you were used to the two of them fighting and you felt happy to be able to remember those times, even though now everything was different.

“Y/N, tell him how the game works.” Ayla said, angry.

“You don't know anything, Ayla. That's not how it works, read the manual.” Mason shot back.

“I don’t have to, because I know.”

“Oh Lord.” Robert said, and you placed your hand on his shoulder.

“This is what I've been putting up with for many years.”

In the end, you decided to play Uno, which was the best option. You and Mason won almost every time because no one was as competitive as you.

“I'm going to training early tomorrow, but I'll be back before lunch.” He said when you went upstairs to get ready to bed.

“Alright, we'll wait for you.” You smiled and Mason stopped at the door to his bedroom. Ayla and Robert had already gone to sleep a few minutes ago. “Good night, Mase.”

“Good night, Y/N.”

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“Hey, wake up.” Mason whispered in your ear, giving you goosebumps. He left kisses down your back, running his hands over your body as he brought his warm body closer to yours. You were sweating.

You moaned as Mason fitted his hips between your legs and pressed you against the mattress. His kisses were so good that you could barely open your eyes as you felt his body on top of yours.

“This is so good, Mason.” You moaned, and he continued whispering nonsense in your ear while his hands ran over your ass.

And you woke up.

You sat up in bed, breathing heavily, wondering what had happened. The room was dark and only you were there.

Oh. My. God.

Did you have an erotic dream about your best friend? You're crazy, that's all it can be. Was it just you or was the house too hot?

You got up and left the room, going downstairs to the kitchen to get a glass of water. You didn't even notice, but Mason was lying on the couch and you walked past him quickly, so he followed you. You didn't even turn on the kitchen light, you just looked for a glass and opened the fridge to get the bottle of water.

“Are you okay?” You jumped in fright when you heard Mason's voice behind you, and your heart sped up even more.

“Are you trying to kill me?” You asked, putting your hands in your chest. “Oh my God.”

“I’m sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, but I was lying on the couch and you walked past me and didn't even see me.” He spoke and walked over, then took the glass from your hand and filled it with water for you. “What’s wrong?”

You didn't say anything, in fact, you didn't know what to respond. Surely telling your best friend that you had a wet dream about him was not an option. Your body was still hot and with Mason staring at you you seemed to burn even more.

“Nightmares.” You spoke quietly and turned around, leaning on the counter behind you.

Mason tried to look away from your legs, but the short pajamas didn't help and drew your curves. Mason hadn't seen you this comfortable in a long time, and he cleared his throat when he saw your breasts showing as well.

Surely the last thing Mason wanted to do was notice his best friend's body. But it was inevitable, and when you turned around, Mason couldn't hide the fact that he was looking at your legs and ass. He turned red and your breathing quickened again as you remembered your wet dream, but you didn't say anything.

“Can't sleep?” You asked and Mason agreed.

“Kind of, I'm tired from training and sometimes I get very anxious because of the season and the pressure.” Mason spoke and got him a bottle of water. You looked at the clock and it was already past 2 am, and the day would be long.

“I'm going back to the room, you coming?”

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“What? I can hear you, the music is too loud.” You said to Ayla, while a Rihanna song played around the place. It was so loud that you couldn't hear anything anyone else was saying. You arrived an hour ago, Mason introduced you to the players and families and you were happy that he had so many friends in Manchester.

Mason is happy, kind and makes friends wherever he goes, unlike you who have few and almost no new friends. You and Ayla didn't leave the food table and Robert looked embarrassed when he looked at the two of you trying all the food there.

It was for free, no one could judge you.

After an hour, you and Ayla had already had several drinks and you were totally dizzy. You hadn’t had anything but a glass of wine in months and it was the first time in a long time that you had allowed yourself to drink like that. And that's why you're not thinking straight.

Mason was next to you and he had drunk as much as you, and soon the two of you were in the middle of the dance floor with lots of other people dancing, just like in the old days when you used to go out and dance the night away, having so much fun.

“I was looking at you and that dress looks great on you, you look beautiful.” Mason spoke in your ear, and it made you smile.

“Oh, you think? It was something old I had in my closet.” He smiled at you, placing his hand on your waist. You weren't thinking straight, either of you.

“Red looks so good on you, I love when you use this color. You look sexy.” You placed your hand on his chest, bracing yourself when someone bumped into you. Mason caught you and stopped you from falling, then he put his hand on your back and you put a hand on his arm, squeezing. You knew you were drunk, but Mason looked prettier than usual and when you realized that, you stared at him.

“Really?” You asked and he agreed, bringing his mouth closer to your ear once again and making you shiver.

“In fact, since you were ready, all I could think about was how beautiful you look.” He left a light kiss on your shoulder and you sighed, not believing what was happening. Was this another dream? “The most beautiful woman in this place.”

You turned your face away and looked at Mason, a little scared by his words, but your heart was racing in your chest and you couldn't believe what he was saying.

“What?”

“I'm serious, I've been dying to kiss you since you showed up wearing that dress.” You couldn’t respond because Mason kissed you, and it felt so good that your legs felt weak.

Even though you were scared, the drink didn't stop you from kissing him back, and that's why you kissed Mason among many strangers. You hoped Ayla wasn't seeing this. His lips were so soft that you felt like you wanted to kiss him forever. His tongue against yours gave you goosebumps and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, scratching the back of his neck with the tips of your nails.

When you needed to breathe, you pulled away a little and Mason moved his kisses down to your neck. It was exactly like your dream, but this time it was true. His mouth was as soft as you imagined, and everything felt warm, the music had disappeared and just the two of you were there.

“Mason... there are a lot of people here.” You whispered and he held you tighter against him.

“Do you wanna go home with me?”

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“Your skin is so soft.” Mason pressed you against the wall when you entered his house. You didn't even tell Ayla and Robert that you had left and called a taxi to get home as quickly as possible. Your body was burning for Mason, he hadn't let go of you for a minute since you got in the taxi. He left several kisses and marks all over your neck, but even drunk, you tried to have respect for the driver.

Mason almost dragged you out of the car when you arrived, and soon he was on you again, kissing you hard and so, so good. Mason almost dragged you out of the car when you arrived, and soon he was on top of you again, kissing you hard. You had already imagined it, but it never got that far.

“Oh, lord.” You sighed as Mason reached for the zipper of your dress and pulled it, not caring that you were in the middle of his living room, and when the dress fell to the floor, Mason's eyes lit up.

“You are so beautiful, look at you.” He whispered, placing his hands on you and running his tongue along your neck once more. You were only in your underwear in front of Mason, and you were as comfortable as you had ever been just because of the way he was looking at you. Mason picked you up and while you were kissing he walked up the stairs to his room, tripping a few times as you laughed between kisses.

“I think I'm drunk.” You said and Mason laughed when he placed you on the mattress.

“Me too, and I don't care.” He spoke slowly. Mason took off his shirt and you were able to admire his defined arms and chest, almost salivating at being able to touch him for the first time in the way you wanted.

Mason climbed on top of you and you wrapped your legs around his hips as he kissed you again, this time with much more desire. You ran your nails down his back and Mason groaned, pressing his hips against yours and making you feel his bulge.

“I've wanted to do this for so many years.” He spoke before bringing his mouth to your breasts, licking your nipple and holding the other with his free hand. You whimpered and pulled on his hair, feeling Mason gasp.

You pushed Mason and laid him down on the bed, climbing on top of him and fitting your groin against him, which made him sigh. You opened the button on his pants and pulled them off, leaving him only in his underwear, just like you. You sighed at the sight of his erection, just because of you.

“These tattoos make you look very sexy.”

“Yeah?” he asked with a mischievous smile, then pulled you closer to him again to kiss you, but you brought your lips to his neck and kissed it, moving your kisses down to his chest, feeling Mason gasp. “You’re driving me crazy.”

You slid your hands down his abdomen, then reached down and pulled down his underwear, making his hard cock appear, it was already fully erect and you moaned at the sight you saw. He was dripping wet and you didn't think you would see something so beautiful. You couldn’t wait to have it totally inside your mouth, just like you dreamed for a long time.

“This is all for me?” You asked, grabbing his cock and moving it up and down with your hand, and you bit your lip when you saw Mason close his eyes.

“Yeah, just like that, Y/n.” He moaned as you increased your movements. “I wanna feel your mouth all over my dick.” You got hornier when you saw him wanting to feel your mouth on his cock, and you wanted to feel it as much as he did.

You got up and got out of bed, then asked Mason to sit on the edge of the bed while you knelt on the floor. Thank goodness your hair was tied back in a ponytail.

Mason's mouth fell open as he watched you kneeling for him, so when you came closer and put his cock in your mouth, he moaned and lay back down on the mattress. You put everything in your mouth and started making back and forth movements, and what your mouth couldn't reach, you used your hands. You took your mouth off and left long licks along the length, Mason moaned low and hoarse and it was so sexy that you got completely wet.

“Oh..fuck… just like that.”

Mason leaned back on the bed and propped himself up with his elbows as he made eye contact with you. You didn't look away for a second as you took his hard cock into your mouth and continued your movements. Mason brought a hand to your tied hair and held it, controlling the movements the way he wanted.

“Y/N, I’m so fucking close…” He moaned, and you held his thighs, and the other hand you took to his balls, gently caressing. Mason had lost control, he was moaning loudly now as you sucked his cock hard. You saw him shudder and throw his head back.

“I’m cuming” he warned you and you sped up your movements, wanting to make him cum in your mouth. “Ohh… fuck.. fuck.”

Mason came in your mouth, and as he moaned and sighed, his breathing quickened, you swallowed all of his cum. Mason was still spasming when you stood up and took off your panties, sitting on him right after that. Mason moaned as you ground your hips against his sensitive cock, and you leaned in to kiss him as you made him taste himself and you moved your hips to turn him on again.

“I wanna fuck you so bad” Mason murmured into the kiss, then brought a hand to your wet pussy, making you moan. “And I wanna lick this pussy that is dripping for me, I wanna make you scream for me.”

Mason brought his thumb to your clit and pressed, so you sighed and rolled your hips against his hand.

“You can do that, but now I just wanna feel your cock inside me.” You groaned and pulled his hand away, rubbing your pussy in his hard and dripping cock. “I want to ride your dick, Mase.”

“Fuck- yes.” Mason almost begged, so you held his cock in your hand to direct it to your slick folds. You rode his cock and you both moaned loudly, Mason held your waist as you got used to his big, thick cock inside you. “You're so tight.”

“Oh, Mase, it feels so good.” You moaned and began to grind on him, back and forth, pressing your clit against his skin, and up and down. Mason was lying on the bed and you placed your hands on his chest to make it easier to move, then you closed your eyes when you felt Mason's hand on your ass, helping you move up and down. “Oh, fuck.”

“So fucking good, this pussy is so good for me.”

You found that you loved having Mason talk nonsense to you. You found that you loved having Mason talk dirty to you, and he noticed when you moaned when he praised you and you sped up your movements.

You spent a few minutes riding Mason, he was moaning and it was making you hornier, then he grabbed you and pulled you along in a second, making you lie on your side in bed. Mason lay behind you and pulled you against his chest, holding your leg up as he brought his cock down to your pussy. You moaned as he filled you again, laying your head back on the pillow and feeling his warm, sweaty body against your back.

“Oh, yeah, yeah…” Mason held your hair and fucked you from behind, he made quick movements and you looked ready to explode. You never imagined it would be this good.

The effect of the alcohol had worn off, but now you were drunk on Mason. All that was going through your head was him, Mason fucking you, Mason kissing you, Mason holding you against him, Mason whispering how hot you were, how tight you were and that he wanted to cum inside you.

All of this exploded inside you and you felt the orgasm hitting you, moaning his name over and over as he fucked you harder. Mason pressed you against him and he moaned in your ear, and you felt that he had reached his orgasm too. You could feel his cum inside you as you let your head fall back onto the pillow, eyes closed and breathing heavily.

Mason was spreading kisses across your neck and you were still moaning softly, he made a few more movements and soon pulled out of you, leaving you empty. You haven't had sex with someone like that in a long time. You haven't had an orgasm like that in years.

“It was so good.” You said, bringing a hand to Mason's hair, who was still behind you. He was gently caressing your belly, breathing as heavily as you.

“It really was, but I'm not done with you yet.” He said, biting the skin on your neck and probably leaving a mark. You turned to Mason, you were sensitive but wanted more, and he seemed to want the same. You kissed him again and Mason brought his hands to your thighs, squeezing.

Voices were heard on the first floor and you remembered Ayla and Robert, so you moved away from Mason, but he didn't let you get away.

“Shh, forget them.” Mason whispered, then kissed you again. “Sit on my face.”

“What?” You asked, not sure if you heard his request correctly.

“Sit on my face, I wanna lick all over this beautiful pussy.” He spoke and brought his hand to his cock, moving it up and down as he pulled you close to his face. “Do that for me.”

You could get lost in his tongue licking you as you gripped the headboard and let Mason drive you crazy.

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You woke up and slowly remembered what happened during the night, so you woke up scared when you realized that you had sex with Mason. Mason was sleeping next to you and with his back to you, you didn't even know where your clothes were and you had slept naked next to him, who was also naked.

It was a lot to process.

The house was quiet and you figured Ayla and Robert were still sleeping since they arrived after you, but you and Mason went to sleep when the sun was almost up after countless rounds of sex. In the end, you couldn't blame the alcohol anymore, you were having sex because you wanted to and you wondered if this wouldn't end your friendship.

You got up quietly so as not to wake Mason, then looked for your panties that were thrown on the floor. Where was your dress? You found Mason's shirt and put it on only to run to your room, then left slowly and without making any noise.

You took a shower and put on your gym clothes, then while everyone was sleeping, you went for a walk and checked out the beautiful street where Mason lives. The houses were huge and beautiful, you would love to live in one of these mansions.

But the whole way you wondered what would happen between the two of you from now. You liked Mason and things were sure to change now that you spent a night having sex with him, but how did he feel? He said something about wanting to do this for a while, but was he serious or was it because he was drunk?

Your feelings for Mason had been there for a while, especially because he was great with Olivia and loved her, loved her as much as you did. Olivia loved him too, she always talked about Uncle Mason with a lot of love, but what if that took him away from her? There were a lot of questions and you didn't have the answers, so after thirty minutes of walking, you decided to go back.

You entered the house and saw your dress thrown on the floor, so you ran and picked it up from the floor, going upstairs and putting the dress in your suitcase before anyone saw.

Ayla was in the kitchen preparing breakfast, and you quickly went to help her. She looked at you and smiled mischievously, but you tried to ignore her smile as you helped her cut some fruit.

“Great night, uh?” She asked and tried to look innocent, but you knew she wanted to laugh at you.

“Stop trying to embarrass me.”

“Tell me everything, please, I’m your best friend.” She practically begged, while stirring the pancake batter.

“We had sex, that’s it, but I don’t have anything to tell you because I don’t know what will happen with me and Mason now.”

“I always thought you guys liked each other, to be honest, but you never talked about it with me.”

“What?” You were confused. How come she thought you liked each other?

“Just look at the way you look at each other, how you talk.”

“I don't know, it's complicated, I think all this happened when I stayed at his house after getting pregnant.”

“He was there for you, wasn't he?”

“Yeah, and I think I developed a crush on him, but I had some boyfriends, he has many women and we were never single at the same time.”

“But now you are.”

“I know, but that doesn't mean anything, he might think I'm the same as the women he sleeps with for one night. Maybe things will stay the same.”

“Things may change between you now.”

“I know, but I would never take him away from Olivia. She loves him.”

“And do you love him?” You were quiet for a few seconds.

“I know I love him, but I don't know in what way.”

Ayla didn't answer you and you arranged the table for you two to have breakfast. It was almost noon and you were starving. You were returning to London tomorrow, and it was a cloudy Saturday in Manchester, even though the day was a little warm because of the summer.

“Morning” Mason spoke hoarsely as he entered the kitchen. Robert walked in soon after, and the two of them sat at the table with tired faces.

“Good morning, ladies.” Ayla Ayla joked with them, smiling. You looked at Mason and you were embarrassed to see him staring at you too, and you felt your face red as you remembered everything you did the night before.

He just gave you an indifferent smile, grabbing some coffee and drinking it quietly. You put the fruit on the table and Ayla put the pancakes on, then the two of you sat down and drank coffee in silence, all of you too tired to talk.

“I saw a dress thrown in the living room when we arrived, did you lose your clothes, Y/N?” Robert asked a while later, making you blush once more and almost choke on the piece of banana you were eating. “What happened between you two yesterday?”

“We-”

“Nothing.”

It was Mason who answered. You didn't answer Robert anymore and looked at Mason, questioning his answer. Did you imagine that Mason might act differently after having sex with you, but pretend nothing happened? What kind of guy is he?

Him pretending nothing happened hurt more than you thought. Was he embarrassed to tell people you had sex? It would be easier if he told you he never wanted to do it again.

“Nothing, uh?” You asked and he gulped. “Asshole.”

You pushed the plate away and got up from the chair, leaving the kitchen towards your room as you heard Ayla calling you. You ignored her and went upstairs, wanting to be alone for a few minutes.

You closed the door and looked for your cell phone, maybe talking to Olivia for a bit would calm you down. But you got nervous when you saw several missed calls from your mum, so you called her, who answered on the first ring.

“Hey mum, everything’s okay?”

“Honey, stay calm, but Olivia had an allergic reaction to a candy we bought at the park yesterday and I took her to the hospital-”

“What?” You panicked when you heard the word hospital.

“She is in the emergency room and the doctors are with her there, I'm sorry honey, please forgive me.” Your mom started crying on the phone and you panicked, so you ran to your suitcase to start packing your things.

“Mom, I want to know if she's going to be okay.” You said as you threw your clothes inside, running to the bathroom and taking everything off.

“I don’t know, no one says anything to me. Please forgive me.” She sobbed and you started crying in fear. This trip was the worst idea you ever had, you wouldn't be mad at Mason if you hadn't come and everything would be normal, and most importantly, your daughter would be safe at home and well.

“I'm heading back to London now, call me when you hear anything.”

“I will. I love you.” You wiped away your tears but it was in vain, because you were so scared that you couldn't stop crying. You did all this quickly, wanting to catch the next train to London. You don't know what to do if something happens to Olivia. She's your whole world, you discovered life through her, and thinking that she's in the hospital without you makes you feel guilty.

“Y/N, listen, I don’t- where are you going?” Mason walked into the room, but stopped when he saw that your bags were packed and you were crying.

“I’m going back to London.” You said, grabbing your bag and suitcase, walking to leave the room and not wanting to talk to Mason.

“Are you serious? You're not going to let me say anything?” He held your arm and stopped you from leaving.

“Mason, I don’t fucking care about you and what you want to say, my daughter is in the hospital and I need to go back to London.” You pulled your arm and Mason let go of you, you ran downstairs and he followed you, calling you.

“What? Olivia is in the hospital? Why?” He looked worried, and when you arrived in the room, Ayla and Robert heard and were worried too.

“What happened?” Ayla asked and walked over to you, worried when she saw how much you were crying.

“I don’t know, my mother said that they bought some candy at the park yesterday and when she ate that today, she had an allergic reaction.” You sobbed, putting your hands over your eyes and feeling the fear, the guilt, the panic hit you all at once. “She’s in the emergency room and no one says anything to my mum, she doesn't know how she is. She couldn't breathe, my little girl.”

“It’s okay, she’ll be fine.” Ayla said, but you denied.

“I shouldn't have come here, I'm going back to London now, you guys stay here, I'll call and let you know how she is.”

“We’ll go with you.” Ayla said.

“No, I want to catch the next train.” You looked at Robert. “Can you take me to the station?”

“I'll take you.” Mason spoke, and he was pale, probably worried about Olivia too.

“No.”

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“Hey, bunny.” You said when Olivia woke up, relieved to see your little girl back to normal. “Mum is here.”

You arrived in London an hour ago and went straight to the hospital. Your mother apologized to you several times when you arrived, crying, but you assured her that it wasn't her fault, because even you didn't know that Olivia could have an allergic reaction to a candy.

The doctor explained that she was fine, and that the allergic reaction was caused by a type of nut she ate. You cried when you entered the room and saw her sleeping peacefully, and for an hour you admired Olivia sleeping, thanking God and the doctors that she was okay.

Olivia seemed scared of the room, but when you sat down next to her and held her hand, she calmed down. Her lips began to tremble and her eyes filled with tears. You couldn't hold it in, and began to cry when you saw her sad.

“I couldn't breathe, mum.” She sobbed, and you bent down and hugged her, smelling the strawberry scent of her favorite perfume. “My throat hurt a lot.”

“I know, babe, I know. I promise I'll never leave you alone again, okay? Do you forgive your mummy?” You spoke softly to her, and she nodded, leaving a kiss on your cheek. “My sweet girl, I was so scared.”

You couldn't stop crying for a while, but now it was from relief to see her okay, and you just wanted to take her home and hug her for hours.

“Don’t cry, mommy.” She said, placing her small hands on your cheeks and pulling your lips into a fake smile. “Big girls don’t cry.”

“You're right, but it's okay to cry sometimes, especially when I know my little girl is fine.”

“I'll never eat candy again, mum. I was so scared.” She confessed and you smiled sadly at her, hugging her once more. “I wanna go home.”

“We're going home soon, okay?”

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“And how are you feeling now?” You heard Mason ask Olivia while you were washing some dishes from dinner, Olivia was sitting at the counter and answered the phone when Mason called.

It was already Sunday, Ayla and Robert had already returned to London and went to visit Olivia when they arrived. Mason had sent you a few messages, but you didn't reply to any of them and only answered the call because your daughter answered.

“I'm fine, uncle Masey, I just cried a little yesterday because my throat was sore.” You smiled at what she said, but Olivia looked better than ever.

“I was worried about you, but I'm so glad you're okay.” He spoke and you sighed. You don't know how you're going to act with Mason after what he said to you, but it's the first time you've thought about it since yesterday, because your biggest concern was Olivia and not his lack of sense. “Can you pass the phone to your mum?”

“Yes, I'm going to watch the Moana movie now.” She spoke and walked over to you, still looking at Mason on the video call, who smiled at her. “Bye uncle Mase, I love you.”

“Bye bye, pumpkin, I love you too.” He said goodbye and she blew him a kiss, handing you your cell phone and running back to the living room to watch.

“I'm listening.” You spoke and turned off the camera so Mason wouldn't see you, just hear you, so he turned off his camera too.

“Can we talk?”

“I have nothing to talk to you Mason, you've already made it clear that nothing happened.”

“That’s not what-” You interrupted him.

“I really hope from the bottom of my heart that you don't act towards the other girls the same way you did towards me, because I'm going to feel so sorry for them for having to deal with this jerk that you are.”

“Can you hear me? You won't let me speak.” Mason retorted, irritated.

“Go fuck yourself, Mason.”

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“I think you're being a bit harsh on Mason.” Ayla spoke one week later. “I mean, I spoke to him this week and he's feeling bad, you didn't let him explain himself.”

“Are you going to defend him?” You questioned, raising your eyebrows and looking at your friend. You could hear Olivia and Robert's laughter in the room as they played along with Olivia's word game.

“I'm not defending him, but I've heard some things and I think you should listen to him too.”

“Well, I’m not. I don't want to talk about it anymore.”

“Okay, but are you going to end a friendship of years because of one night?”

“Yeah, one night he fucked me until the sun came up and then acted like he didn't do anything. If I had done that, I'd be a slut, wouldn't I? He's just like everyone else, he would never date someone who is a single mother and puts her daughter first.”

“You know you're going down the wrong path, but I'm not going to pressure you, it's not my problem.”

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Olivia was lying on the couch sleeping after you watched both Lion King movies. You valued the idea of making your daughter watch old Disney movies and discover the good side of life.

Three days later and you were still thinking about what Ayla had said, but Mason didn't call, didn't text and didn't even want to know about Olivia. She asked for him twice, but you said he was busy and couldn't talk to her.

You were still hurt by him, and the biggest disappointment was that he acted in front of your best friends like you meant nothing, when one night with him meant so much to you. And you were right, things changed after having sex with him. You thought about him and despite the disappointment, you remembered his touch and how good it felt to have him kissing you and whispering compliments to you.

And the passion returned even with the pain. You didn't think that one day you would have something with Mason and that's why your feelings were left aside, but now you don't know how to deal with what's inside you.

You were lost in thought as you caressed Olivia's legs and it took you a while to realize that you had a voicemail received on your phone. It was Mason's.

It was a long audio and your heart raced before you even heard what he was saying, but you got up from the couch and went to the kitchen to listen and not wake Olivia.

“Hey… hum… I don’t know how to say this to you but… I’m drunk, if you haven't noticed… but I miss you. I miss you so fucking much. I know I haven't spoken to you in a few days, I know I fucked up, but I never meant to say that to humiliate you or make you sad. I just thought it would embarrass you if I said we had sex, because you don't like to talk about things like that in front of people, but I made the wrong decision.”

The audio was quiet for a while, but you could hear Mason breathing.

“It was the best sex of my life, just for you to know.” He chuckled to himself as he talked. “I've dreamed about this for years, since we were teenagers actually. I remember I wanted to tell you this because I thought you were in love with me too, but then you got pregnant and you were so sad that I thought I shouldn't put any more pressure on you. You lived with me for months and every night I dreamed of sleeping next to you, but you had another priority.”

A tear ran down your cheek and you wiped it away.

“I love Olivia, God, I love her so much I could cry, and I know you love her more than anything, but I wish... I wish you had some of that love for me too.”

You gasped.

“I know you think I date a lot of women, but that's because we've always had our disagreements. After Olivia was born, you started dating that idiot Peter, so I thought I should move on and I met Rory. When you broke up, I was dating, and then you met that Luke guy and I was single. Have you noticed that this is the first time in years that we've both been single at the same time?”

“I've been talking for a long time, sorry to bother you now, but that's it, I just wanted to vent to you. I hope you forgive me for what I said, and even, I don't know, if you don't want anything to do with me, I want to continue being your best friend. You are my best friend, Olivia is one of the best things I have and it's a gift that you gave me.”

“Forgive me, really. I love you, I will always love you. I'm sorry if I said something stupid, the last thing I wanted was to hurt you.”

You cried. You don't even remember when you started crying, but you cried so much and you don't know if it was seconds, minutes or an hour. Olivia appeared in the kitchen and hugged you, and you cried as you held her in your arms. She didn't understand anything, but she stroked your hair the same way you did every time she fell and hurt herself.

“Why are you crying, mummy?” She whispered as you held her against your chest. “I don't like to see you cry.”

“I heard something that made me emotional, that's all.” You smiled at her, but she still looked suspicious.

“Big girls don’t cry, mum.” She brought her hand to your cheek and pulled, forcing a smile onto your lips, the same way she did in the hospital.

“Big girls cry, pumpkin, everyone cries.” You murmured to her, leaving a kiss on her cheek. “Crying is good, no one can keep everything here.” You pointed at her heart, and she giggled at the tickle.

“Uncle Masey calls me pumpkin.” She laughed and you carried her to the bedroom with you, just wanting to sleep next to your daughter to feel safe for one night. She was your safe, loving place where you felt good.

“I know…” You spoke and laid her on the bed. “What do you think about the two of us going to visit uncle Mase?”

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“Can I buy this one too?” Olivia asked as you walked around the Manchester United store before the game. You had been walking around Manchester since arriving in the morning, and Olivia decided that she wanted a new team cap and shirt.

“You don't need a coat, it's hot.” You said and she pouted, but put the coat with the number 7 back on the shelf. “We have to go now, Lewis is waiting for us.”

“Can I call uncle Mason and wish him good luck with the match? I don't want them to lose.”

“Yesterday you told me that you are still a Chelsea fan.” You poked her nose as you both walked towards the cashier to pay for the things she picked out.

“I've changed my mind, I support uncle Mason and the team he plays for.” She said and crossed her arms as she waited for you to pay. Olivia smiled at the cashier.

“Is Mason Mount your favorite player?” The lady asked Olivia.

“Yes, he is my godfather and my mother's best friend.” She replied and took the bag the woman handed her after you swiped your credit card. The woman looked at you and you nodded and smiled at her, holding Olivia's hand. “Thank you so much, have a nice day.”

“Thank you, you are very polite and kind.” Olivia was embarrassed by the compliment, so you thanked the saleswoman again and said goodbye, then you and Olivia headed towards the entrance of Old Trafford.

You soon entered, and there were already many people waiting for the match to start. Olivia was used to the games because of Chelsea, as you took her to a lot of games to support Mason. You met Lewis, who was the one who helped you with the tickets without telling Mason, because you and Olivia decided it would be a surprise, but you're scared because you don't know what his reaction will be.

You weren't in the family box, but a little above the reserve players' bench. Olivia was excited and you were excited to see her talking to Lewis about getting a dog, which she's been asking for for months.

The players came onto the field for warm-ups and Olivia tried in vain to wave to Mason, but he hadn't seen her yet and she felt sad when she waved and he didn't wave back.

“Why doesn't he wave at me?” She asked sadly, and you and Lewis had to explain that he hadn't seen her because there were so many people there.

Olivia gave up waving because Mason started warming up, but she didn't take her eyes off him for a moment. And neither did you. Mason was focused on what he had to do, and you tried to look away from his strong arms and legs that were on display, but everything about him caught your attention and you were almost drooling in the middle of everyone else.

Ten minutes later the players started to leave and Olivia stood up, shouting and waving at Mason and trying to get his attention. Just as he was about to go inside to change his uniform, she called out again and you could tell Mason was looking for the familiar voice. Lewis raised an arm to wave and Mason saw him, then he smiled when he noticed Olivia and finally you.

Mason needed to go to the locker room, but his smile when he saw you there cheering for him made you excited and hopeful. Olivia celebrated when he saw her and he waved at her, then she blew a kiss to him, who pretended to catch it and blew another kiss to her.

“He saw me, mum.” She said happily and sat on your lap, Lewis smiled at the two of you and said something about her being Mason's favorite fan.

The game started and you noticed that Mason looked at you every chance he got, and you smiled shyly when he looked at you, remembering the things he said in the audio he sent you, about ten days ago.

After fifteen minutes, the opposing team scored a goal and Olivia was sad when she realized that few people in the stadium celebrated.

“Olivia, there's still a lot of time left in the game, they're going to win.” Lewis murmured to her, trying to make her feel better.

You weren't confident at Manchester United in the first half, but after the break the team improved and tried to score more goals than in the first half. You could see the moment the ball reached Mason's feet and he kicked it hard, it hit the goalkeeper's hand but went into the goal, making the entire stadium scream for his goal. You picked Olivia up so she could see the celebration and she was screaming Mason's name, happier than you had ever seen her.

Mason ran towards where you were and made the letter “O” with his hands, and Olivia smiled when she realized it was the initial of her name.

“Was it for me?” She asked, blushing.

“Yes, uncle Mason scored a goal for you.” You kissed her cheek and placed her on the chair next to you.

Olivia confessed that she wished Garnacho had also made the letter O when he scored Manchester United's second goal, but you had to explain that he didn't because he didn't know her, which made her roll her eyes at him. After the game, Lewis told you that you would have to go with him to Mason's house because Mason needed to go back with the team and pick up his car in Carrington.

An hour later Olivia had already looked at every room in Mason's house, played with Ace for a long time and ate the cookies she found in the cupboard and Lewis allowed her to eat. It was already past her bedtime, so when she lay down on the couch, she fell asleep within minutes, unable to wait for Mason.

You and Lewis were talking in the kitchen, and Mason arrived a few minutes later, smiling when he realized you were still there. Lewis congratulated Mason on the game but said he was tired and would go to his room, leaving you alone with Mason in the kitchen. You were embarrassed and didn't know what to do, so you smiled at him, who smiled and came closer.

“So, what a great surprise to have you here.” He said and you nodded, hugging him and sighing when he held you close to him.

“Sorry for coming unannounced, Olivia wanted to surprise you.”

“She is snoring on the couch and her feet are dirty.”

“She had fun today.”

“And you? Did you like the game?” Mason asked, you felt his hand on your waist and you put your arms around his neck, making him smile even more.

“It was actually pretty cool, but I'm about to find out if the day can get any better.”

“Do you want to tell me something?” Mason pretended to be serious, so you moved closer and kissed his lips. It was a soft kiss, just a small touch, before you pulled away and faced him.

“I'm sorry for the way I spoke to you that day, and I didn't let you explain yourself, but Olivia was in the hospital, I was stressed and scared and I took it out on you.” Mason nodded and opened his mouth to speak, but you placed a finger over his lips. “I've thought a lot about that audio you sent me drunk, and I hope everything you said there is true because I feel the same way. I always kept these feelings inside me because I thought I was the only one who felt something, I never realized that you felt something for me too.”

You spoke and Mason lowered his head to kiss your neck, but you still had a lot to say.

“I know things can be complicated because I have Olivia and she's my priority, and you need to think about that Mason, because I'm a single mom, you can have any woman in the world who doesn't have kids and I don't want to let her down if things don't work out.”

“You know I don't care about that, I love that little girl as much as I love my nieces and nephews, I love her like a part of me.” He said. “I've never been as sure of anything as I am of the two of us.”

“We take it slow, because it involves a lot more than just the two of us.”

“Yeah, yeah… You two can move in next week, and we'll set our wedding date for next month. It's slow.”

“Stop being silly.” You laughed and Mason smiled too, then he kissed you.

It was a passionate kiss and for the first time you realized that all your feelings for Mason had never died, and you were more than willing to show him all of that.

“We'll be fine, the three of us. I'll make you both happy.” Mason whispered, kissing your forehead.

“You promise?”

“Pinky promise, Olivia taught me.” You and he crossed your fingers, sealing the promise.

“We need to think about how to tell her this, but I think she'll be happy.”

“Because she loves me very much, I am her favorite uncle.”

“I can't deny it, because I know she loves you.” You walked into the living room and stopped next to Olivia lying on the couch, with Ace sleeping next to her.

“My girls. I can't even believe this is all real.”

“I don't want to wake up if it's a dream.”

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