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tomsparkyr

2 years ago

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍’𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄!

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

summary: in which mason is definitely not in love with you and definitely will not have a go at the player who knocked you over!

masterlist.

mason mount x fem!reader

mason mount x footballer!reader

warnings: fluff, minor injury detail, swearing, small argument, minor threat, angry mase and first time writing for my best guy😬

word count: 2K+

notes: in this fic, boys and girls can play in the same match because i said so. you and mase are both in chelsea and play along side each other :)

don’t steal any of my work, thanks!

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𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍’𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 holes into the side of your head, watching your every move precisely. His head was tilted, sat in the palm of his hands and slouched over; comfortably leant forwards on the benches in the changing room. He watched you tie up your laces, tightening them in preparation for the game, while his were discarded beside his bag the moment you walked in.

A soft smile was drawn on his face, cheeks tinted a pale pink and eyes practically in shapes of hearts. He admired the blue kit hugging your body, the colour suiting you more than anyone else. His eyes softened at the sight of your hair down, locks tumbling down your shoulders and curling naturally and the ends. It was a rare sight to see you with your hair not in and uptight ponytail with small strands of hair poking out; you looked absolutely beautiful either way.

You stumbled back after tying the lace enough, dumping remaining spare kit on your masses of branded items. You reached for the hairbands at the bottom of your bag, rummaging through the clothes in a hurry after leaving late and clearly not ready. A heavy sigh left your mouth when you realised you forgot to pack your hairbands, knowing you’d have to resort to the ‘hairbands’ they provide, or what we call: rubber bands.

Mason smiled when he saw your frustration in forgetting the one thing you need, twiddling with the spare hairband he always brought for your backup; even if you had no clue. The ones his mother claimed were the best for you hair, apparently not damaging it as much, like he knew what that means! Long story short, he bought about five packs of them just for you, for when you’d forget in a moment like this.

“Does anyone have a spare hairband?” You called to everyone in the changing room, hearing many grumbles in response and the remaining girls claiming they’ve got the only one already in their perfectly done up hair.

Mason quickly stuffed the hairband into the palm of his hand, turning around to rummage through his bag to act like he was looking; unknowingly to you, he already has it in his hand. After a few seconds of fake rummaging, his lifted his hand in the air with the band between his fingers and called out your name.

He watched as you quickly rushed over, eyes widened at the object you desperately needed. You skipped over to him with a beaming smile on your face, the one he loved dearly.

“Mason, you’re a lifesaver!” You laughed as he slid the band into your hand, fingertips brushing and lingering there for a little longer. He smiled up at you and shrugged his shoulders. “No big deal, honestly.”

You chuckled, shaking your head and looking down, eyes reluctantly pulling away from his. You pulled your hair back into a ponytail and roughly tied it up, “Thank you, Mase.” His heart fluttered at the nickname. “I’ll give it back to you at the end of the game, maybe.” He laughed and waved you off and you jogged out to practice.

“Shh! We wouldn’t want to wake Mason from his trance!” He heard the snickers of Ben and Kai near him, laughing and slapping each other forearms staring at his love sickened trance.

“Piss off, mate!” Mason yelled to the two, some fellow team members hearing the whole ordeal and laughing quietly at the man. Ben skipped over to Mason, Kai following hastily behind him and sitting himself on the other side of Mason, sandwiching him in the middle.

“So you told her you’re in the love with her yet?” Kai nudged his friend, smirking at his blushing cheeks. Mason shoved him back lightly, standing up and running his hands through his hair. “What? I’m not- I’m not in love with her!”

“Yeah, giving her a hairband is a real declaration of love isn’t it?” Ben stood up and ruffled Mason’s hair, teasing him and winking to Kai.

“Why don’t you just take her out for drinks tonight, claim it’s a celebration for winning this game then swoop in and kiss her! Easy just sorted out the story you’re gunna say at your wedding!” Ben clapped, applauding himself for coming up with the master plan on how Mason would score the love of his life.

Mason’s brows furrowed, “We haven’t even won the game yet, how would I take her out if we lost?” shaking his head at his friend. Ben shrugged, “Mate, of course we’re gunna win!”

“How do you know that?” Mason turned his body to Ben, shoulders tensed. Kai jumped on his back, arms wrapped around his neck and sung in a love stricken voice: “Because we have the power of love!”

Mason pushed Kai off him, laughing and whining at his best friends antics and slid out the changing room door onto the pitch, hearing the cackles and high fives from his stupid, stupid friends.

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𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 64 minutes can really take a toll on some people, only indulging on a small break at the half way mark but instantly coming back on the pitch to pick up right where they left off. Unfortunately for you, you were against the moodiest guy you’ve ever came across, and trust me; there have been a lot.

The guy had caused you so many fouls in the first half alone, a lot ignored and little picked up on. Not only was his double your height, he was a menace with kicking his legs everywhere but the ball; your shins, your calf, anywhere near the lower region had been whacked multiple times guaranteed.

You had come off at half time, instantly rushing off with a scowl etched on your face. Mason watched you run off, ignoring the protests of the team and running to your duty. He listened to you rant about the stupid donny next to you, stress dripping from you whenever you mentioned how he’d push you further from the goal anytime you got within reach to it. Mason nodded along, holding your hands in the process. He promised that as soon as the next half started, he’d keep a close eye on you, a side glare permanently on the man and a referee in close contact; and of course his aid when his pushes got a little too tough.

And here he was, a side glance towards your way and he saw you slowly take steps away from the tall frame next to you. His heart pumped everytime the ball got to you, rushing to assist you while watching out for fouls.

You dribbled the ball towards the goal, extremely aware of the fact that the man was hot on your tail, breathing up your neck as you sprinted out of his way. Your eyes darted everywhere, looking for some to pass to. Mason was in clear view and with space around him, the goal right there. Just as you were about to kick the ball for him to score, a hard shove sent you flying forwards and landing harshly onto the grass.

You landed straight on your right shoulder, feeling it pop under the fall. As you rolled onto your back, you felt the shoulder blade scratch against the bone or injury you clearly picked up. It killed, it hurt more than you expected. Stabbing pains were shooting from your collarbone to the tips of your fingers as the limb began to fall numb, shaking profusely out of immense pain.

The man didn’t care to hear the crowd gasp at the yell that slipped from your throat from the fall, he calmly kicked the ball you previously owned and kicked it towards his teammates, kicking the side of your stomach in the process.

The crowd was in hysterics, yelling and booing to the man and crying out for medial attention to you; the player who was obviously, severely injured.

Mason’s heart stopped when he saw you fall, watching your arm crunch under the pressure and gasp from the kick to the stomach. He instantly ditched everyone and his perfect spot for a goal and sprinted to you, dropped to his knees before you.

“Hey, Hey, Hey.” He tapped your pale face, tears streaming down them and eyes clenched shut. His shaking hands brushed the sweaty hair from your forehead, mud smearing your skin. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” He whispered, lips brushing against your good hand as he held onto it, kissing your knuckles repeatedly.

A cry fell from your lips, “It hurts so bad!” Mason nodded, tears forming at your distressed state. He couldn’t do anything to help you, only hold you and protect you. “I know, I know it hurts baby, but you just got hold on. The medical guys are coming right now, I promise baby.” His voice broke when the more painful screams erupted from your lips.

Medical attention rushed from the other end of the pitch, a stretcher in their hands many men swearing into their walkies. They picked up your crying body and lifted you off the pitch, arm slipping from Mason’s hold and out of his sight; the crowd cheering for you as you got the help you needed.

Mason turned slowly towards the player who knocked you over, heavy steps up to him and anger coasting through his veins. Mason shoved the asshole forwards, letting his long legs stumble and turn around with a scowl look on his disgusting face.

“What the fuck was that for?” He yelled, getting up in Mason’s face and hot breath bouncing off the close contact.

“You know what the was for, you hurt my girl!” He yelled in his face, a referee running to spilt the two up and teammates dragging Mason back. “You try that shit again, I’ll fucking punch you this time man!”

Mason let out a guttering laugh when he saw the guy get given a red card, only shrugging off the yellow as he saw his (now) worst enemy trudge off the pitch with cheers and thousands of laughter at his departure.

Ben jogged up behind Mason, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. “Still aren’t in love with her?”

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“𝐒𝐎 𝐈 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 you caused an argument on a pitch.” You laughed into the salad Mason had made you, arm situated in a cast with a big red heart drawn on it, with Mason’s name inside it.

“I just gave the ass a piece of my mind.” Mason smirked into his drink, cuddled into you and your head was on his chest; sat up on his sofa.

“Chilly said there was nearly a fight on the pitch.”

“Okay, maybe I threatened a friend or two.” He rolled his eyes at Ben’s statement, clearly telling you every little detail of what happened the moment you left the pitch to the minute they left the stadium.

You sat up slightly, placing down the salad and turning to face Mason. “Ben also told me that you referred to me as ‘my girl’” You blushed, lip inbetween your teeth and heart thumping.

Mason’s eyes widened, “What? No! No-No I didn’t! Where did he get that from-“

“It’s all over the internet.” You interrupted him. Laughing as he groaned and let his head fall onto the back of the sofa, hand running down his face and cheeks glowing a crimson red.

He lifted his head up, eyes meeting yours and flickering to your plump lips. He leaned forwards, chest to chest, and feeling each other’s body heat. A hand slid up your body, feeling you so intimately yet innocent and it made its way up to your face, holding you so delicately. You fell into his touch, head tilted into the hand placed upon your warms cheeks. You hands slid into his hair, brushing the front strands back so you could admire his beautiful face. He couldn’t handle the tension any longer, he leant forwards and smashed his lips onto yours.

His grips tightened and hooked the other hand under your thigh, bringing you onto his lap. He groaned into your mouth as you tugged onto his hair, pulling at the roots and causing his to kiss you harder. One of his hands soothing the skin of your thigh and the other running his thumb up and down your cheekbone, mesmerised by each and everyone of your blemishes; though he would think you had none. You pulled away and rested your head against his, heaving breaths and pulling each other closer; muttering unspoken ‘i love you’s’ and pent up feelings.

It’s safe the say that Ben won the bet that night, earning a good £20 from Kai as he knew the injury would cause him to act up. And as he said, it was a story for the wedding, just a different version that he still totally took credit for. Because at the end of the day, he was right: Mason’s in love!

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tomsparkyr

2 years ago

𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

summary: mason and y/n being in love on the pitch for 90 minutes plus. (and Tuchel being here for it)

masterlist.

mason mount x fem!reader

mason mount x footballer!reader

warnings: fluff, bitch talk from you and mount, just adorable-ness, i love reece james, an all around cute fic :)

word count: 1.1K+

notes: in this fic, boys and girls can play on the same pitch together without it being deemed dangerous, hope you enjoy!

don’t steal any of my work please, thanks!

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“𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌 thinking he’s the best captain in the world, strutting on the pitch, this isn’t a catwalk mate.” Mason mumbled in your ear, arms crossed and neck angled towards you as the two of youse eyes followed the poor captain of the opposing team, simply doing his job.

“Even I could be a better captain than him.” You squinted your eyes and grumbled the words, lips wetted as they were lodged into your tongue poking out your mouth; staring down each player that walked into the pitch. Waiting for the reaction when they realised which two star-players were on the pitch.

“I know, and that says a lot.” Mason nudged his elbow into your forearm, smirking but eyes still faced forwards. You slapped an arm his way, whacking his stomach as a reflex from his subtle dig at you, a joke at the little co-ordination you had to be an official captain.

Neither of you knew the cameras were settled directly on you, filming every little twitch of the eye lid when a new face entered the pitch; the bitchiness rubbing off you as a very obvious matter.

“And here we have people, is Mason Mount and Y/N Y/L/N appearing to have finished their warmup.” The commentators addressed.

“It seems the two of them,” They paused for a laugh, “Are not too fond of the team greeting Stamford Bridge.”

“They don’t look too happy, do they?” The studio chuckled at the faces of disgust painted on your features, you and Mason looking at each other with wide eyes and then you standing up on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear definitely about someone. “I would have to say, I wouldn’t be too happy either if I entered the pitch and I saw my opponents were Mount and Y/L/N!”

“They’re on a roll recently!”

“They’re on a roll all the time, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a drastic loss in the stadium whenever Y/N and Mason are playing together.” The commentators showered you in praise.

“I doubt Tuchel would want a loss this week and with the Final approaching fast, putting the two star players in is genius from him, I’d say.” The camera panned to Thomas, a grin slithered on his face watching the two of you smirk mischievously at players, knowing he taught you well and how he couldn’t keep you away from each other for longer than one minute. Maybe, this match might be the match Mason pulls his socks up and confesses his attraction towards you; Tuchel has had enough of hearing it, someone else can deal with him now.

“Anyway, after the short break: we’ll be back and kick off will begin. Chelsea vs Norwich. Who’s going to win?”

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“𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄 a hat-trick, you have to go out on a date with me.”

“What?” You stopped in your tracks, panting heavily as you followed Mason to the corner to celebrate his second goal. Your heart was beating heavily in your chest, did you hear that correctly? Did the man you’ve been pinning over since the moment he kicked that ball in your face and nearly broke your nose on the first day of training just ask you if you wanted to go out on a date? On a technicality aswell?

Mason grinned from one ear to the other, slowly pacing to the camera in preparation for his celebration he’d been planing with Reece James for weeks. “I said: If I score a hat-trick, you have to go out on a date with me.”

Okay, so maybe you did hear him correctly.

The words struggled to leave your lips, hands sweating and eyes blinking rapidly as you saw Reece lean over the stands with a large note crushed in his palm. “What? I-“

“I’ll take that as a yes then.” He bit his lip, whistling to Reece as took the signal and chucked the paper into Mason’s hands, his fingers unscrambling the paper and lifting it to the camera for his ‘celebration’.

The note read: ‘If I score a hat-trick, this lovely lady will go out on a date with me :) —>’ There was an arrow pointing in the direction you stood in, little hearts scattered on the sheet as the crowd at home and in the stadium could read it easily.

The stadium irrupted with cheers and hoots, hollers heard around the thousands of fans waving their flags in the air and hearts raised with their hands.

Your cheeks blushed and tint pink, Mason turning to see your beauty and quickly pecking the side of your head before running back to the pitch to score that final goal, 20 minutes to make his dreams come true.

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‘𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐀 hat-trick for Mason Mount!’

‘Wow, it’s unbelievable, honestly. This is the moment we’ve all waited for people, Mason’s celebration.’ The commentators went silent, leaning forwards in their seat as Mason jogged towards you.

Mason yanked your hand and dragged you to the corner, right in front of the endless amounts of screaming fans and phones filming the two of you; just knowing that the media would get a field day off this.

He grabbed your waist and brought you face to face, chests together and a beautiful smile plastered on both of youse faces. He shook his head at you, “How’s that date sound?”

You bumped noses with him, eyes closed and skin radiating heat as he was so close to you. “Dunno, that last goal was pure luck—“

You didn’t have time to finish before Mason smashed his lips onto yours and felt his heart become one. The fans went wild, even the opposing team cheered loudly. His tongue moulded with yours in the most PG way possible before parents would force their kids to look away from the screen.

His hand slid under your jersey and one fell to your leg, pushing you back slightly so you’d dip backwards, his form hovering only just above yours. It was a moment to remember, really. Like that moment the price finally gets the princess in the most cliché way possible, but still having the box of tissues beside yourself.

Your hands toyed with his hair, hearing the final whistle blow didn’t interrupt the two of you, it only egged you to have time to continue devouring each other for the first time. His cheeks were cold under your touch, obviously from running around in cold wind before hand, it all worth it as his 3-goals not only scored a winner for Chelsea, but a winner for his girl.

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“𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐋, 𝐖𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐃 there was meant to be a Mount and Y/L/N interview after the match, where are they?”

Thomas shook his head, “Nuh uh, we are not going to disturb them on their date—

I’ve waited too long to see the double trouble get together and standing here for 2 minutes is not going to stop that. I’ve gained too many wrinkles from their pinning, I can’t afford to earn more, the team themselves give me enough!”

ahh hope you liked :) not edited!

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tomsparkyr

2 years ago

why guys! on a huge mason writing era, send requests in xoxo

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tomsparkyr

2 years ago

Pls can I request more Mason Mount x fem footballer reader pls where they are playing together but instead of him being on the side like the other one he’s right there when the reader gets injured?

𝐁𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

summary: when y/n gets hit in the head stronger than many times before, mason can’t hold back his anger as he storms to the man who hurt his girl.

masterlist.

Pls Can I Request More Mason Mount X Fem Footballer Reader Pls Where They Are Playing Together But Instead

mason mount x footballer!reader

mason mount x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, little description of eye injury, angry mase pt2, boyfriend!mase xoxo

word count: 1K+

thanks for your request!

don’t steal any of my work please, thank you!

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𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆. This stupid bugger was practically up your backside this entire match, clearly ignoring your addresses along with the entire Chelsea team of ‘back the hell up’.

Mason had clung himself to your side for the remaining 45 minutes of the match, ignoring the yells for Tuchel to spread out and gain more area to score. But in this moment he didn’t care, you were currently winning 4-0, Mason’s sure they could spare another player as his body gravitated towards you.

Your eyes locked with Mason’s as the man in question walked straight into you, budging your shoulder and scoffing straight in your ear. You shook your head and took the time as Chelsea did some substitutes to walk over to Mason with a scowl on your face.

“I can’t do this, he’s pissing me off so much, Mase.” You rubbed your eyes with the palm of your hand, groaning upon hearing the boo’s of ‘time-wasting’ from the visiting fans of Stamford Bridge. Mason grabbed your wrist, “Hey, hey.” He tugged you hands away from you face, eyes tired from the long match that was only half way done.

“I know, okay? I want to sacrifice a second yellow card just to give him a piece of my mind.” Mason squinted his eyes upon the man who was stomping to the goal, aware of the corner kick in place.

Your eyes flickered up to him, “No, no. Please don’t do that, you’ll lose your golden boy status.” You teased, seeing his cheeks blush. You laid you hands on his rosy cheeks and stood on your tiptoes to press a small kiss on his lips.

Pulling away with smiles on your faces and awes from Azpi beside you, causing you to laugh and step away from your boyfriend of two years.

“I get it you guys are in love and all, but I kind of want a goal so get moving!” You heard Kai say from behind you, yanking the back of your shirt to tug you away from Mason even more and pushing you towards to corner kick.

As you strutted to your position to header the ball in, your eyes met the stupid son-of-a-bitch who made the last 50 minutes hell. You brushed his menacing stare off, breathing in deeply and settling yourself coincidentally next to Mason.

As the ball was taken, it hovered just about we’re you were. On instinct, you jumped up to header the football atleast near the goal. Instead, having an elbow straight to the eye.

You stumbled back from impact, hand covering your eye and face squinted in pain. The feeling only got worse, falling backwards into the person behind you as it became unbearable, your eyes feeling as it was thumping out of its socket.

The arms you fell into wrapped around you immediately, dragging your body onto the floor along with theirs. The figure spun you round and let their hands gravitate to your face, prying your hand away from the hit. You hesitated slightly, letting their hand snake around your wrist gently, fragile with you as if you would break.

“Hey, let me see, let me see.” You heard the familiar voice. Opening your eyes, you were met with Mason’s face contorted with worry directly infront of yours.

You smiled slightly at him, letting him know it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. He had been right next to you when the whole ordeal went down, he watched the second an elbow came in contact with your eye; when you jumped into his arms and whimpered in pain. He only felt rage.

He stood up upon causing a racket, many players gathering around you two. He walked towards Pulisic, “Look after her. I’ll be right back.” He said, not facing Christian, instead staring at the man who had injured his girl.

Christian’s eyes widened as he looked to where Mason was looking to, attempting to grab his arm and tug him away; Mason being too quick for him and already edging towards the culprit.

“Hey!” He yelled as his legs took him closer to the back of the player. He obviously didn’t hear Mason, casually walking further away and laughing to his teammates at your figure gaining medical attention; only fuelling Mason’s rage.

“Hey buddy, I’m talking to you!” He shoved the back of the player, causing the man to fall forwards and snap his head towards Mason. He squared up to Mason, shoving him straight back and cursing in his face. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“You hurt my girl is what you did.” His pointed his thumb back to you laying on the ground, the man scoffed. “What? That little bitch?”

Mason was fuming, all his saw was red. And if he could punch this man in the face right now, he would, but ultimately lose his career. Instead stomping harshly on his foot, making sure to dig his studs in a little bit. He watched the man fall to the floor, the referee and crowd brushing it off as nothing, neither seeing what really went on, apart from Tuchel.

Tuchel immediately brought Mason off, worried about him earning a red card. Mason saw his number on the subs board held up, being switched with Chilwell.

He looked over at you, seeing you walk off at the same time as you. His eyes trained on a cloth and ice pack pressed against your injured eye. He smiled sympathetically at you.

Mason slowed down his steps so he could fall into a walk with you, his hand holding yours almost instantly. His height against yours allowed you to lean your head on his shoulder to allow him to lean his head down to kiss it softly, causing him to smile to himself as the man who did this to you had an embarrassing story to tell about his injury, no one believing that Mason Mount would purposely hurt someone during injury time; yet still ending up next to you, the one he loved more than anything by his side.

hope you liked anon!

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tomsparkyr

2 years ago

Being tuchels or Southgates daughter and mason having a crush on you. You can make it smut if you want to. (Who doesn’t love a smut with mason:))

𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

summary: having a crush on the gareth southgate’s daughter is hard, especially everyone in the room can see the sexual tension between the two of them.

masterlist.

Being Tuchels Or Southgates Daughter And Mason Having A Crush On You. You Can Make It Smut If You Want

mason mount x southgate!reader

mason mount x fem!reader

warnings: mild smut because i’m rubbish at writing but i need sexy mase, small injury mention, fluff, sex references, the england team boys, nothing else?

word count: 1.4K+

thanks for the request! p.s sorry this is so late,, i went on a break from tumblr but now i’m back x

don’t steal any of my work please, thanks!

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𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 staring the minute you walked out the doors. You were wearing a small white dress that hugged your waist and puffed at the shoulders, the material hanging elegantly around your thighs. Mason practically thanked God for making summer a thing and seeing you in those beautiful dresses and those shorts he adored more than Declan.

You were absolutely capturing, no matter the day: you were the most beautiful person in Mason’s eyes (and no doubt the world thought so too). His cheeks flared everytime you entered the room, he was whipped to say the least. His heart would pound everytime you came in close proximity to him, eyes taunting as he knew you knew what you were doing to him. Safe to say, Mason Mount had the biggest crush on you.

But the cherry on top of the cake, the thing that made Mason’s crush just that little bit more unbearable: you were the Gareth Southgate’s daughter. The manager of England, the national club he played for. Fun.

Little rundown of what would happen if Mason supposedly dated you, remember: Gareth Southgate’s daughter. 1. His job and career would be at major risk. Finding out he was making out with the manager’s daughter, that’s not exactly going to look good for possible transfers.

2. Your status would be ruined, headlines would be switched to the worst of words about you. Imagine if the public found you had got in on with your dad’s players, immediate sentence for Mason instagram fans.

3. His ass would get beat. Not just by Southgate, but by his teammates. You were Gareth’s daughter and now practically sisters to the entirety of the England team, all treating you with the upmost respect. So if they ever saw Mason locking lips with their metaphorical sister. Punches to his face, multiple punches (Grealish has his hands ready.)

If you couldn’t tell, it’s basically physically impossible for Mason to date you; so all he can do is admire from afar. For not very long.

The shrill sound of the whistle being blown straight in his head made him jump back and whack his arm on one of the mannequins, hearing laughter from his mates beside him. Southgate had the whistle in his mouth, a glare at Mason’s way, his finger pointed at him. “Back to the drills, Mount.”

Mason brushed off the embarrassment of what just happened, you clearly could tell as you covered you mouth and the corners of your eyes creased; he could tell you were laughing at him.

He winced when he saw a small cut on his finger after abruptly hitting on the edge of the object while trying to cover his tracks of not-so-subtly staring at you.

Declan peered over Mason’s shoulder to see what he was whining about, then glancing down at the split on his finger; a small smirk on his face.

Rice waved his hand up in the air, calling for someone. “Hey! We have a bleeding finger over here!” Mason looked behind his shoulder at his best friends with confusion written on his face.

“Yeah, it needs help. Y/N do us a favour and take Mase to fix up his cut!”

Mason’s face paled at his words. Southgate pulled his attention away from the training, eyes flickering at the tiny ounce of blood barely dripping from Mason’s finger. He shook his head, “Rice, I don’t think he needs help. It’s football not—“

“Nope! Nope, it’s practically falling off. Mase, go follow Y/N she’ll show you where the plasters are.”

Declan pushed his friend forwards to step closer to you, your hand out for Mason to take. Before Mason followed you off of the training grounds, Declan whispered, “I’ve just got myself a guaranteed spot on the bench next match for talking back to the coach, atleast make a goddamn move.”

Mason nodded abruptly, fear danced across his face at the sheer thought of being alone with you. Butterflies burst in his tummy as he watched the white dress sway between your legs he oh-so adored, the ones he wanted around his waist.

You led the way into the empty room, medical kits scattered around the room, large tables and massage beds adding to the decor. You looked back a Mason, his figure standing awkwardly at the entrance, you smiled sweetly at him and patted the seat in front of you and the kits. He took the seat, heart racing and fighting back a blush he knew was bound to slip out.

You looked in his eyes. “Right, let’s see it.” Mason’s mind fell straight to the gutter.

“Wha— What?” His cheeks tainted a rosy red, spluttering on his words and hands suddenly clammy.

“Your cut.” You blinked, brows furrowed and heart picked up a pace as you knew instantly what his first thought was.

“Right. Right.” He swallowed, holding his hand out for you to take. He felt your hand touch his, the smooth skin of your fingers tracing everywhere but the cut, deep in thought and concentration. He lifted his head up to watch you bite your lip and inspect the injury. You looked up at him and locked eyes. “Okay, I think you need—“

“I love you.”

“What?” You retorted on instinct, Mason’s eyes widening and taking a deep breath in.

“No—No, I don’t love you, I don’t even like you!”

“Oh.”

“I mean, I do love you!”

“Oh?”

Mason practically died right then and there. Your face was pale and so was his, hearts racing and hands still touching. He stared deeply into your eyes. “Fuck it.”

He lunged forwards and locked lips with yours. Immediately slipping his tongue into your mouth and gripping your thighs to yank you onto his lap. Your hands thread through his hair and tugged on the brown locks you adored so much.

Your breaths became quicker, more needy for each other. Mason couldn’t bare the thought of not having every inch of you on his skin. He felt your hands slip to underneath his shirt, tracing the abs on his stomach.

Mason smirked into the kiss the more he felt you toy with the ends of his england jersey. He nodded into the kiss, allowing you to pull up the top and over the top of his head, leaving him shirtless and more hot and bothered than ever.

His hands moved further up your thighs, far under the dress and resting towards your ass. He groaned into the kiss, feeling you grind on him slightly in response. “I can’t tell you how badly I’ve wanted this—“

“Goddamn prescriptions, man.” You both pushed away from each other hearing the whine of Ben Chilwell outside the medical room. You whacked your back on the desk trying to fix your dress as Mason scrambled to find his shirt you threw across the room only a mere few minutes ago.

The door opened, Ben walked in and froze at the sight of you, Gareth Southgate’s daughter with the skirt of her dress scrunched up and red marks on her thighs poking out; and Mason Mount, the golden boy, shirtless and hair all over the place.

Ben’s mouth fell agape, a finger pointed between the two of you, “Did you two—“

“I was just fixing the cut on Mason’s finger.” “Yep, yep. The cut, that cut.”

Ben squinted his eyes, “So that’s why he’s shirtless?”

Mason snapped his head towards you, begging you for an answer he simply could not sum up. “It’s the summer, gets hot in buildings. You know?” You nodded nonchalant, lips pursed together as Ben grew a smirk on his face.

“So that’s it. That’s all that happened.” Ben nodded slowly, seemingly convinced in the eyes of you and Mount.

Mason perked his chin up confidently, “Yeah, just whacked a plaster on that cut and back to training we go. Walk with me, Ben?”

Ben smiled at Mason, “Of course, Mase.” The two headed towards the door, Mason pressing a kiss to your cheek quickly as soon as Ben turned his back to the two. A breath of relief came from the two.

“That cut was pretty narly, huh?” Ben said to Mason, his brows furrowing.

“You don’t have a plaster on it.”

Mason froze on his spot and snapped his head towards you with your eyes wide. Fuck.

Ben Chilwell knows Mason nearly shagged the Managers Daughter.

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tomsparkyr

2 years ago

I NEED MASON MOUNT REQUESTS,, lots of love

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tomsparkyr

2 years ago

IM SO SORRY,, whoever requested the mason mount fic with the idea of the interview being the reader and along the lines of calling him mr mount and him not laughing,, I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED IT AND I LOVED IT SO MUCH !! could you resend it please so i can refer back to it,, still writing it though don’t worry !

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tomsparkyr

2 years ago

𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

summary: after a match, mason has to be interviewed as per usual. this one a little more exciting as the woman behind the camera is his girlfriend.

masterlist

mason mount x fem!reader

I LOVE THIS CONCEPT !! ps sorry i deleted it

writing this while pretending that loss didn’t happen,, fucking hell roll on west ham😅

warnings: fluff, there’s literally none, oh my bad writing

word count: 1K+

please don’t steal any of my work, thank you !

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𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 won their first match after a sour spat of defeats at the beginning of the season. The team was buzzing, the fans were wild, the stadium was loud as ever as the Liverpool fans poured out the premises as soon as they could.

Mason had carried the team, scoring two goals and gaining an assist with the third for Sterling. To say you were proud was an understatement. You watched him celebrate with the fans at Stamford Bridge, a home win for his belt of pride.

You could have stood their and stared at him all day like that. His wide smile and laugh you could practically hear from here, the crinkles around his eyes showing just how much joy he was in in that moment; leaving you content as you couldn’t wait for his big bear hug you would receive the second you were in private.

Your relationship with Mason was far from public, absolutely. Imagine the scandals if rowdy football fans found out that Mason Mount, Chelsea’s Starboy, was secretly living with his longterm girlfriend, who— might I add— is the voice you overhear on every Premier League match, before and after. The one holding the microphone to your favourite player spilling positives and negatives, after commenting on their performance for the previous 90 minutes.

People would jump straight to conclusions, assuming Mason was sleeping with you just to earn the positives from the press. Or if you making out with Chelsea’s heartthrob just to earn this job. It was a relationship written for the headlines. Hence, why you kept it so quiet for the current year long relationship.

A hand on your shoulder brought your attention off of Mason, turning around and seeing one of your fellow colleagues signalling that it was time for the interviews.

Now it wasn’t like you got unprofessional during these interviews, never to put it lightly. But yet again, have you ever had to interview your boyfriend who was probably the most annoying person to keep a secret? The man would crack a smile at anything and those wide eyes could be read by borderline everyone at home watching this on TV, not knowing the guy personally.

This was far from your first time interviewing Mason. But seeing his giddy run over to the platform and goofy smile on his face as he watched you set up the microphone for him, you knew you’d be in trouble this time.

You both straightened your posture as the voice of the cameraman was heard behind you, “And we’re rolling!”

You both looked at each other for a moment before starting, his smile widened and cheeks turned a blush rosey. You felt your skin get hot under his gaze, even though you’ve done this hundreds of times, Mason always had that effect on you.

You cleared your throat, “Hello, Mr Mount.” Mason snorted at the nickname and ducked his head down to laugh momentarily, realising he was on national television and had been called that name multiple times by tens of other people.

You closed your eyes and shook your head to restrain yourself from giggling along with him. “Congratulations on your two goals and assist.” You nodded at him adorning a smile, letting him know that you truly meant that comment.

He looked to the side to hide his growing grin and responded with a remark to your previous comment, “Thank you, Ma’am.”

“That’s—“ You cut yourself off with a small giggle that erupted from nowhere and coughed slightly to cover up your mistake, face turning red as you saw Mason pull his features together to stop himself from bursting out laughing. It wasn’t all that funny in reality, but when you’re in the moment, it seems like the funniest thing in the world.

Mason’s lips were pressed together tightly to stop laughter before it began, nodding at you to continue what you had started saying before you interpreted yourself.

“That’s alright, Mr Mount.” There was the nickname again, you paused to breathe before continuing. “How do you feel after a win so important like this? Liverpool are a tough team to beat, correct?”

Mason looked up at you with a grin, dimples prominent and hair messy on the top of his head. “Yeah, it was a tough game, great team and we just got lucky I guess. You know, when your missus is in the crowd, you gotta impress her somehow.” He winked, hinting at you but leaving the audience oblivious.

You blushed profusely, itching your neck to calm your nerves, the only man to make you feel this way watching you. “Lucky woman, huh?”

“The best.” He tilted his head, responding. His gaze was fixated on you, thinking you were the most beautiful person the ever grace the earth, wondering if he was lucky enough one day to call you Mrs Mount, ironically.

A hand on his shoulder shook him from his thought, looking up a meeting eyes with his Head Coach, Graham Potter.

“I’ll take it from here, Mason.” He nodded with wide eyes, initiating that if he answered one more question, the entirety of people watching on their TV screens right now would 100% figure out the relationship between the two of you, no one looks at someone that way if they’re only gonna spend the next minute and a half with them; more like the rest of their life.

Mason nodded at his Manager, smiling at you before he left. The cameras cut not long after you interview Potter, the man welcoming and open to answering your non-pestering questions.

As you were packing up your things, Graham tapped you on the back and said “You know you could just make out with Mason on camera and it would be just as obvious to what the Hell I just watched.” Chucking and slipping out the room as if it was nothing, leaving you stunned as it seemed that everyone was already aware of your relationship with Mason behind the camera.

this was SO BAD IM SO SORRY

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tomsparkyr

2 years ago

𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 | mason mount blurb

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Neither you or Mason were playing in the match today, Potter had decided to rest the two of you for the upcoming knockout stages for the UCL and Premier League matches.

It was cold out at Stamford Bridge, winter was rolling on fast and the temperature has dropped drastically in comparison to the summer they had previously had. The two of you had wrapped yourselves in the Chelsea coats, thick joggers and a beanie situated on top of your head. Mason had matching, his colours complementing yours and head tucked over your woolly hat.

You thanked your instinctive thoughts of bringing a blanket to the game, knowing neither of you were expected to step a foot on the pitch, you wanted to make it worth while.

Mason’s arm was hooked around your body, cuddling into your figure as your head rested more onto his shoulder; his fingers toying with the ends of your hair. The blanket was draped over your bodies, pulled up to your shoulders.

The match was borderline over, Chelsea with a 3-0 lead and you couldn’t be more happy: wrapped in the arms of who you love and your team thriving under recent circumstances.

The cameras panned to you unknowingly, the commentators mentioning how Chelsea’s two impactful players were stuck to the bench for todays match.

“And here is Mason Mount and Y/N Y/L/N, clearly” They paused to let out a chuckle, “They are not budging from that bench.” The cameras zoomed into your faces and position cuddled into each other. “You’re right, I think even if Potter asked them to come on, they’d refuse!”

The panel laughed at the relationship blossoming between two players, watching them maintain heat with each other, while their noses and cheeks were rosy from the cold.

Safe to say the media broke out after the cameras caught the two of you. Mason and Y/N was trending over all social media, Chelsea fans more than pleased to see the two lovebirds affectionate with each other, and the win of course!

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tomsparkyr

1 year ago

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐓

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

summary: forbidden love from opposing teams was never one to stop mason, especially when it’s y/n he’s got his eyes on.

masterlist.

mason mount x footballer!reader

mason mount x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, pinning, small sexual references i think, nothing major? football ig

note: men and woman play on the same team in this !

word count: 1K+

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𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍’𝐓. 𝐇𝐄 knows he shouldn’t. The underlying weight of that thought lingering at the back of his mind 24/7 urges him to resist. He can’t, borderline. Most likely get fined, slammed in the media, and at risk of his reputation at Chelsea. But that’s what happens when you fall in love with a girl at Arsenal.

But it’s you, for God’s sake. You. Arsenal’s sweetheart, the face of the team. The fan’s favourite, Mason could name about every Arsenal supporter who has your name on the back of the shirt; chanting your nothings as you step a foot on the pitch. They worshiped the ground you walked on. And so did he.

As he warmed up on the pitch and relished in the noise of Stamford Bridge, the fans clamouring in and always one for an interesting match; Mason felt a nudge on his upper arm, looking beside him to see Raheem nodding his head towards the tunnel, shooting him a wink doing so. Mason turned his head to see what the fuss was about, and then he saw you.

He stood up from his lunge and swallowed harshly at your presence. You strutted out onto the ground you’ve scored countless goals at, suffering loses and multiple wins. Your hair was pulled into a high ponytail with a hairband supporting the stray hairs; Mason had never seen a more beautiful sight.

Straightening his posture, he ran his fingers through his hair and raised his eyebrows to Ben asking a quick ‘Do I look okay?’ in which the young left back nodded with a smile on his face.

Everybody in the squad knew about Mason’s boyhood crush on you, even the new head coach Graham Potter had caught onto the why Mason had coincidentally clicked on the same match highlights in which you scored a hattrick in multiple times. They all teased him, of course; Why wouldn’t they? Mason Mount, Chelsea’s starboy has fallen smitten for Arsenal’s leading lass, Y/N Y/L/N.

Mason made his way over to you tying your laces for the warmup before the London head-to-head match, not before Reece wolf-whistled causing Mason to snap his head back to his squad with a look making them all topple over in fits of laughter, Kai holding onto Trevor as they broke into smirks.

You perked your head up at the forthcoming presence, assuming it was Bukayo or Aaron, but why would they be wearing blue?

“Hey, Y/N right?” The british accent stuck out, your head tilting upwards to make eye contact with Mason, his brown eyes sending a wave of nervous bubbling in your stomach the more you realised just how much more attractive he was in comparison to seeing him on screen.

You smiled up at him, “Yeah, you’re that Mount boy aren’t you?” You teased back, causing Mason to start blushing furiously under your gaze; feeling like he was a school boy all over again. He swallowed harshly before finishing what he started. “I just wanted to wish you luck on todays game.” He blurted out before realising what a complete idiot he must of sounded, cringing when he saw your brows furrowed and head tilted.

You laughed lightly, “Aren’t we literally playing against each other in a London Derby?”

Mason licked his lips and looked you up and down, breathing in heavily before raising his brows and shrugging his shoulders, brushing off the embarrassment. “Just being nice before you lose to the best club in London.”

Your eyes widened and your mouth fell agape, causing Mason to laugh loudly and lean into your body slightly. He swiftly wrapped his arms around your shoulders, making you a blushing mess, before giving your left shoulder a tight squeeze and whispering, “Good luck.” Before he let go of you and waddled back to his team, a bright smile adoring his face when he realised just how close he has gotten to his childhood crush.

The match ended 90 minutes later, you and Mason neither subbed off; unfortunately you getting the shorter end of the stick as Chelsea secured the win with a 2-1 to the home fans, the away Arsenal fans already leaving the second Mason scored the extra time winner.

You sighed into your hands and crouched onto the pitch, breathing heavily as the full time whistle sounded. Sweat trickled from your forehead, hands clammy now the equaliser goal from yourself seemed worthless now.

Feeling a figure crouch down in front of you allowed you to lift your head with a fake smile, before seeing the brunette with a sympathetic look in his eyes. He whispered a small “Hey,” causing you to sniffle in the cold weather, Mason held his hand out for you to get up, you obliged.

Once you stood up, you pulled the under layers down to your fingertips feeling the adrenaline wear off and the breeze start to hit you. Mason looked you directly in your eye and admired you. He thought you couldn’t look more perfect.

“Good game.” He nodded. You smiled at him, not fake this time, and squinted “Good goal, Mount. Screwed up my winning streak.” You laughed, seeing Mason chuckle make you jitter.

He shrugged his shoulders, “I tried to warn you!”.

You and Mason swapped jerseys afterwards, Mason’s younger self internally freaking out that he had a hold of the jersey’s owner who he occasionally plans out their wedding and how well her name would fit with Mount. And also the fact he saw you take off your shirt.

Mason jogged into the Chelsea changing rooms, swinging your jersey around his head and cheering. The other boys looked over and begin jumping up and down, throwing empty water bottles around and all over the love-sick boy, and how he had gained atleast some progress on Arsenal’s golden girl.

It wasn’t until later at night when Mason got a notification, that maybe, he had made a bit more progress than he had imagined.

Y/N

hi mase, fun seeing you at todays match. had a great time talking to you!

wanna go out for coffee tomorrow morning?

Safe to say, Y/N did not stay a red for too long. Maybe it was her boyfriends influence to come to Chelsea. Only if Y/N could handle to constant messing from Mason’s teammates; but in fairness, Mason got the girl. Football’s Romeo and Juliet. Mason and Y/N.

this is ugly af but i miss mason so

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tomsparkyr

1 year ago

𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞! | mason mount blurb

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You waited in the tunnel to walk onto the pitch you knew like the back of your hand, the sounds of fans flooding Stamford Bridge’s atmosphere. Your pacing alerted Christian beside you, who winked at you and gave you that little boost to reveal to the fans, the most recent change in your life.

Mason walked beside you, putting his arm around your shoulder and pulling your head to his lips; whispering “Let’s show them.” He slipped behind you and urged you to walk out, following Azpi and Kepa, noticing the spaniards turning around to you with a smirk on their lips.

The noise of The Liquidator bounded across the stadium, fans chanting and clapping to the anthem. Chelsea strode forward onto the freshly cut green grass, hoping for a win.

You heard the noise of a few fans clapping and gasping among seeing the change to you, specifically, Chelsea kit. Not the number change. Not the style of the kit. But the name you sported on your back.

The commentators paused on mentioning the starting XI and piped up at the back of your clubs shirt. “Wait. No way?” “Hold— show Mason’s shirt!” “Oh my days!”

The cameras panned to the back of you and Mason, zooming in on the removal of your last name, now changed to your first initial then MOUNT. Mason now sporting a M. MOUNT.

Audiences clocked onto the name change, gasping at the realisation that they weren’t even aware the star players were in a relationship, let alone married. Surprise! I guess?

help i don’t know but i’m depressed after that mnc vs che

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tomsparkyr

1 year ago

raise your hand if you’re ready for me to publish the worst mason mount angst fic i’ve ever written?

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tomsparkyr

1 year ago

𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐃

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

summary: you found it odd how a person you have spent the majority of your life with can turn into a ghost of your relationship.

masterlist part two.

mason mount x fem!reader

warnings: PURE ANGST, cheating mason☹️ talks of pregnancy but no one is preggers! i’m so so sorry for this

THERE WILL BE A PART TWO!!!

word count: 1.8K+

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 your phone for what felt like the one millionth time, and each time you were met with a disappointing stare from the reflection of your black screen. You wondered how long you had been waiting here for, stood in the hallway to the front door with your best dress hugged onto your frame and your heels digging into the soles of you feet. Each minute felt longer than the last, staring mindlessly at the door, praying for Mason to walk in any moment and apologise greatly for being late, saying training way prolonged and showering you with kisses for forgiveness.

You felt embarrassed to say the least. His favourite meal rotting away on the kitchen counter and the candles you lit earlier now probably melted down to a liquid. Let’s be realistic and say that this is far from the first time he’s done this; but that little hope in your head that told you ‘this is all a misunderstanding on my part, Mason will be home soon’ slowly fizzled away.

It was your 6th anniversary for God’s sake, couldn’t the man have a little decency to turn up to his own house on time and borderline remember the fucking date you got together, it’s not like it’s hard to remember; you’ve been doing it for six years.

You waited for a message, anything from the man you loved so badly; literally anything to say he atleast thought of you today.

After waiting another 30 minutes, you gave up. You took your heels off and trudged up the stairs, heat flurrying your body as the dress felt like it got tighter against your body, uncomfortable in your own skin as the tears dared to leave your eyes.

The dress you bought especially for the occasion was dumped into the back of your shared wardrobe, never wanted to lay your eyes on the colour Mason claimed he loved on you, the words he told you for six years, but now it all felt like a memory of the past.

It didn’t take long for you to clamber into your pyjamas and cuddling into yourself, fear bubbling inside you wondering where the hell your boyfriend was. You thought back onto what you were going to tell him today; that you were ready to have a kid with him.

For years Mason had pestered you and pleaded that you two were to have a mini me, and for years you worried you weren’t ready for such a commitment. He understood, but never let go of the dream of you carrying his children, a combination of himself and the love of his life. A sixth year anniversary felt like the perfect time to announce you were ready, ready to become parents in such an odd world you lived in. But Mason still hadn’t turned up to hear it.

Your phone pinged from your bedside, practically leaping across the double bed to reach your device; metaphorically crossing you fingers that Mason had apologised and was on his way. But what confused you even more was that his best friend was messaging you.

BEN

y/n i’m so sorry

Your heart skipped a beat, thinking to a worse case scenario. Had Mason got himself injured? Is something wrong with him? What had he done?

Y/N

what’s going on ben????

Ben had attached two images, they were so dark that you had to squint to see what was going on. But when you recognised that smile you’ve seen for more than 6 years of your life, you felt sick to your stomach.

There were pictures of Mason cuddled up with a brunette woman at some club, definitely taken today considering Mason had left with that exact same outfit on. His lips were attached to hers and smiled adorned their faces, his hands sitting on her waist were he used to hold yours. Snogging some woman when his girlfriend was at home ready to tell him she wanted to carry his kids. What the fuck.

Y/N

what the actual fuck

BEN

apparently he’s been seeing random girls like every other night

Y/N

is this fr

BEN

i swear i just went up to him and said what about you and on god he responded with “who’s y/n?”

Y/N

oh my fucking god

i’m not staying here tonight no way

how could he do this after 6 years is that a joke

BEN

i know kai and sophia have a spare room in their house, stay there for the night xx

i’m still so sorry y/n, mason’s heading home now xx

You’ve never wanted to throw up everywhere, you felt like your heart had been ripped out your chest and smeared across the walls of the shared home you once had with Mason. Six years of love and devotion down the drain and a future crushed right before your eyes. What person does that?

You wasted no time in grabbing a bag and chucking in any clothes that caught your blurred sight, tears streaming down you face and shoulder jerking with each sob that came out your mouth. Hearing the front door unlock was the last thing you wanted to hear in the moment; and hearing Mason shout up “Love, I’m home.” was the worlds welcoming to heartbreak.

How could Mason just waltz in here as if he hadn’t fucked the next girl that walked past him? That he doesn’t have a long term girlfriend who he’s known since childhood waiting at home for him with his favourites in the oven.

You jogged down the stairs with a bag in hand and face red with tears. Mason heard the commotion and turned the corner into the hallway, seeing you walk towards the front door.

“Hey, what are you doing? What’s all this on the table?” He referred to the meal you had cooked him for the anniversary, that memory long gone now that you realised that the man who had betrayed stood behind you; you physically couldn’t bring yourself to respond to him, feeling your words would betray you too.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” He placed a hand on your shoulder, turning you to face him. His eyes softer on your expression, his heart sinking when he saw your puffy eyes and runny nose, wondering who caused you this pain.

His eyes glanced down to your bag, “Y/N, what’s wrong? Where are you going—“

“How long have you been fucking her, Mason?”

He was taken aback, face frozen and mind running a thousand times and minute. How did you know? Who told you? It was never meant to be like this.

“Mason. How long have you been fucking her?” You demanded answers, feelings yourself slip out from his grasp now, there was no turning back; you just wanted an explanation to his actions.

He swallowed hardly, “If you’re talking about the blonde one that those fans saw, I was drunk out of my mind that night, she—“

“The one I saw, she was brunette.” You interrupted. A tear slipping from your eye and seeing Mason crumble infront of you, guilty for his actions and being caught in the act.

“How many have there been Mason?”

He shook his head, hands grabbing the roots of his hair as he tried to shake off the image of losing you from his mind; trying to ignore the fact that he’d lost you a long time ago. “I don’t know, more than a few but—“

“Fuck you, we’re so done. I can’t believe you.” You grabbed your bag from the floor and charged for the door, not before Mason placed a hand on the front door slamming it shut and his eyes watering.

“Y/N, please they didn’t mean anything, I love you—“

“Mason, I waited for you for over 2 hours, fucking prayed that you would come home so you could see that beautiful dress I spent over £200 on! I waited alone, waiting for my goddamn boyfriend to see me on our fucking 6th anniversary! Standing here like a fool ready to tell him I wanted to carry his own fucking kids!” You sobbed out, pulling away from any contact he tried to initiate with you, hitting his chest and crying hysterically.

Mason stood dumbfounded, “You were ready?” he whimpered. You swallowed your sob and nodded your head slowly. You felt weak, an idiot after trusting a man for so many years and letting him shit all over your relationship, was it your fault he did this? Did he resort to cheating because of you?

The man stood infront of you wanted to burst into tears. He grabbed your shoulders and bit back the sobs threatening to escape his throat, “I’m so sorry, you don’t deserve this. I truly love you so much, I don’t even know why I did it. You’re my everything.”

“I clearly wasn’t enough if you had to have other fulfil what I couldn’t give you.” You shook off his grasp and opened the door, taking one step outside and looking back into the house of so many memories, laughter and love; now all a distant torment of what could have been if you had been enough for him.

Mason watched you walk out, never shutting the door, refusing to watch you walk out his life. He pushed his head into his hands to find out what on earth possessed him to ruin the best thing in his life. The first time he slept with someone other than you, he got addicted to the attention someone gave him, he didn’t need to convince his girlfriend to take a break from university work to make love; someone obey his commands and he got used to the lifestyle. Wishing he hadn’t as the possible mother to his kids just walked out of his grasp, telling him face up that she wasn’t good enough, knowing damn well she was the best thing in his life; his constant.

The engagement ring tucked into the bottom of his kit draw felt hollow now, squashed underneath regret, wrongdoings and selfishness. He loved Y/N, really. And the worst part was he only realised it more then ever the second she stood a foot out of their his house.

Mason had no one to point the blame at, he did this to himself. He should feel the pain you had to go through when he hurt the love of his life in the worst way possible. He should feel the betrayal that no loved one could even imagine. And yet he had done it, and he felt every ounce of that pride ooze out with each second you had been gone. There’s no one to blame, rather than himself; and there’s no way of getting her back.

this sucks ass man but mason💔

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