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hi guys just came to show you my birthday cake hihi

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love you my baby 🫶🏻

Elisa, Bel, Carlotta, Hailey (when we both remember 😂) Andrea and Chase are probably the most frequent 🩷

Ino Elisa, bel and Carlotta but who are Hailey, Andrea and chase?!!

MY BABIES

@raremasey @pulisicsgirl @tsimvkas

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🫶❤️

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idk what’s wrong with me and why i keep choosing the wrong ppl to be interested in ffs

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You will be deeply missed 💔

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ive read this one yesterday but hadn’t had the time to reblog so hii 😂 oh they are so cute, i loved it 💞 second chances trope always warms my heart

Crossing lines

Hello!

This is a mini holiday exes to lovers blurb, enjoy it!🩷

Theme:Angst/Fluff/Some sort of Smut

You and Mason broke up in April.

It wasn’t a dramatic, shout-until-you-cry kind of breakup. It was tired. Heavy. Inevitable.

The fighting had been constant—tiny, sharp arguments that piled up until you were both suffocating under the weight of them. He was stressed with football, you were overwhelmed with work. Neither of you had the energy to give anymore.

The worst part?

You still loved him. You just didn’t like who you’d both become.

So when you ended it, you told each other it was for the best.

You agreed on no contact. Clean break.

Except.

There was the trip, one last thing you had to do together.

The big summer holiday you’d booked months ago when you still believed you’d be together forever. Flights. Hotels. Sunset boat tours. Non-refundable. Thousands sunk into it.

You thought about bailing. Thought about offering your ticket to a friend, but Maldives had always been your dream destination and you wouldn’t give up on your dream just cause you two weren’t together anymore.

Mason was conflicted too, the first thing he had promised you when he found out you loved Maldives just like he did was that one day you would go together, and he hated breaking promises.

So, reluctantly, you went. Together.

Two exes. Sharing an underwater bungalow. One room, one bed, but fortunately there was a huge sofa, that Mason immediately offered to take, and you didn’t protest.

The mission of the week? Trying desperately not to remember what it felt like to love each other.

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The first two days were awkward.

You split the space, the activities, even the lunches and dinners. You didn’t fight, but you didn’t talk much either. Polite. Careful. Distant.

You sat on separate loungers at the beach, walked a few paces apart at the markets, chose opposite sides of the dinner table. When he made a comment about the view or the food, you’d nod, not trusting yourself to say much more.

You tried to keep the walls up. You needed them to stay up.

But slowly, the sharp edges between you softened. Maybe it was the quiet. Maybe it was the way the coastal air stripped the weight off your shoulders. You weren’t in Manchester anymore. You weren’t trapped in the cycle of schedules and pressure and stress.

Here, there were no alarms. No headlines. No expectations.

Just the two of you.

And memories that wouldn’t stay buried.

He started making you laugh again. Soft, accidental moments. He’d tease you about your sunburn, challenge you to race him into the sea, mock your terrible attempts at ordering food in Maldivian language.

You found yourself laughing, like muscle memory.

And then one night—after a slow dinner, a bottle of wine too many, and the kind of sunset that makes you feel everything at once—you both dropped your guard.

It started with a brush of his hand against yours as you walked back to the bungalow. You didn’t pull away.

It escalated with him lingering in the little kitchen as you made some herbal tea to help you sleep, leaning a little too close, watching your mouth when you spoke.

It snapped when he said quietly, “I miss you.”

You should’ve stopped it. You meant to stop it.

But when he cupped your face and kissed you, slow and familiar, your body betrayed you. Every reason you’d broken up melted in that moment. Your hands fisted in his shirt like you were drowning. His lips, his touch, his voice—all of it felt like home.

God, you’d missed him.

You stumbled to the bedroom, clumsy in your need, stripping each other down like you didn’t have time to think.

But you did. Every touch, every sigh was deliberate. Tender. A quiet kind of desperation.

It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t careless.

It was making love—the way you used to, when things were still good. When you trusted each other. When you believed you were forever.

You whispered his name like a confession. He traced every inch of you like he was learning you all over again.

It felt right.

It felt dangerous.

And after, lying tangled in the sheets, his thumb drawing lazy circles on your bare hip, you both knew the question was coming.

“What happens now?” His voice was soft, but there was something fragile under it. Something scared.

You stared at the ceiling, heart pounding. “I don’t know.”

“We can pretend it didn’t happen,” he offered, but even he didn’t believe it.

You turned to look at him. “Could you really forget this?”

His jaw tensed. “I don’t think I could.”

Silence stretched between you.

“If we try again, what if we just end up right back where we were?” you whispered. “Hurting each other. Fighting. Falling apart.”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “Or what if we’ve already done the hard part? What if this… being here, away from all of that, is showing us we weren’t the problem?”

Your chest ached with the weight of it. You loved him. You never stopped. But was love enough this time? Could you survive trying again if you failed?

You sat up, pulling the sheet around you like an armor. “If we go home and we crash again, I don’t think I can survive losing you a second time.”

He reached out, gently curling his fingers around yours. “Then don’t lose me. We do it differently this time. We actually talk. We don’t run when it gets hard.”

You looked at him, really looked.

He was right there. He was asking you to choose.

Part of you wanted to run. Part of you wanted to fall back into him and never leave.

Could you trust him again? Could you trust yourself?

Your heart and your head were pulling you in opposite directions.

And the truth was, there was no safe answer.

There was just yes or no.

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The silence between you stretched unbearably long.

His thumb kept stroking yours, grounding you, giving you space, but the weight of his question hovered over you both.

Do we try again?

You could feel the echo of his body against yours, the tenderness of his hands, the way he kissed you like he was afraid you’d vanish. It wasn’t just a mistake. You knew that.

But was it enough?

Your chest tightened. “What if I say yes and we ruin each other all over again?”

Mason’s voice was low, steady. “Then we try and we fail. But at least we’ll know we didn’t walk away because we were scared.”

His eyes flicked to your mouth, then to your eyes again, almost like he was searching for permission to hope.

“I’ve been miserable without you.” His words hit you like a slow wave. “And it wasn’t just the fighting, was it? It was the pressure, the way we let everything else get louder than us. And here—here it’s just you and me. I forgot what that felt like. I forgot what we felt like.”

Your throat burned. “What if we go home and we don’t know how to do this in the real world anymore?”

His hand cupped the back of your neck, pulling you in gently until your foreheads touched. His voice broke, just a little. “Then we learn.”

You could feel his heart hammering beneath his skin, almost as fast as yours.

“You really want to try again?”

“I do,” he whispered. “But only if you do. If you can’t, I’ll walk away right now and I’ll never make you question this again.”

Your chest ached with how much you wanted him. How much you’d always wanted him.

But more than that—you wanted the choice to be right this time.

You let out a shaky breath, your fingers threading into his hair. “I want to try.”

His lips parted like he couldn’t believe it, like he’d braced himself for you to say no.

But you kissed him—slow, certain, pulling him closer until there was no space left between you.

And when he kissed you back, it wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t about need. It was about choosing each other again.

The kiss deepened, and soon you were tangled in the sheets all over again, skin pressed to skin, but this time it was different. This time, the desperation was gone.

This time, it felt like a promise.

His hands moved over you like he had all the time in the world, like he wanted to relearn every curve, every sound you made when you gasped his name. He whispered against your skin, “I missed you. I missed us.”

And you felt it in your bones—that you weren’t trying to relive the past.

You were rebuilding something new.

Afterward, you stayed in his arms, both of you quiet, your fingers tracing lazy shapes along his chest.

“I’m scared,” you admitted softly.

His hand found yours, interlacing your fingers. “Me too. But I think that’s how we know it’s real this time.”

You nodded, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

“I don’t want to pretend I don’t love you anymore.”

His breath hitched. “Then don’t. I never stopped loving you.”

The world was quiet around you, but something between you had shifted—something fragile but alive.

You still didn’t know what would happen when you got home. The stress would still be there. Life would still be messy.

But this time, you were choosing each other with your eyes wide open.

And maybe, just maybe, that would be enough.

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thank you so much 🤍 im glad you liked it

Mason Mount Fic Recs

06/28/2025

⭒ For Luck  by @fandomtravels

every since you were kids you’ve kissed mason’s football jersey for luck, until one time you’re not there, and it’s all his own fault.

⭒ Invisible string masterlist  by @mountymase

It’s been you and your daughter until life decides to prank you by putting her dad back into your life. The only problem is that he doesn’t know he’s her dad.

⭒ Victory by @yungbludz

in which he plays against her dad’s team…

⭒ The interview  by @threelionsgirl

⭒ Mummy was mine first by @ladymarycrawley

⭒ Forbidden but delightful by @/ladymarycrawley

⭒ Reputation by @carlottawllms

⭒ Back With You by @/carlottawllms

⭒ show me how by @leviscolwill

Mason Mount x f1 driver!reader

mason brings you as his plus one to the ballon d'or ceremony and although you're both used to cameras, you still need each other to ease your minds.

⭒ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴏʀ ꜰᴀʟꜱᴇ?  By @deltaromeo3

what happens when the reader and mason are together for a youtube video- Truth Asylum?

⭒ Celebrity Gogglebox by @robb8rs

⭒ Babying a boyfriend. By @errythinisblue

Taking care of a needy boyfriend can be tough, especially if said boyfriend is a needy Mason Mount.

⭒ Can’t You Feel It Too? By @neverinadream

Mason would do anything to be with you, even get down on his knees and beg for it.

⭒ best friends, uh?  By @tsimvkas

⭒ gonna be the death of me  by @pulisicsgirl

as his publicist, Y/N is willing to do whatever Mason needs to make him comfortable at his latest sponsored photoshoot

⭒ silence is deafening  by @/pulisicsgirl

after a fight with Mason digs up memories she'd rather forget, Y/N is left to deal with trauma from her past and decide if she will let Mason in

⭒ take the pain away by @/pulisicsgirl

Y/N gets hurt, and Mason is immediately at her side, doing anything he can to take the pain away

⭒ caring for you  by @/pulisicsgirl

following Mason's surgery, Y/N does everything in her power to take care of him and keep him comfortable, and his parents take note

⭒ 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 by @heyhihellosworld

Mason wants to introduce your daughter to the squad

⭒ Timeless by @alltoolewis

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

⭒ Patience by @mountsmase

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BABY I MISSED YOU SO MUCH😭

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what a thing to wake up to 😋

It’s Late

Note - so I was browsing through Pinterest this morning when this picture of Mason popped up that I’ve used in the header and I had to get my thoughts down 🤭 enjoyyy this small lil thing idk

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 842

Warnings - fluff

The gym was dimly lit, humming quietly with the steady whir of the exercise bike. Mason’s muscles were taut with effort, sweat clinging to his brow as he powered through the strain and as he dipped his head to let out a groan, you tried to hold in a sigh. As his physio, this was the last thing you wanted to see.

You had been watching him from the doorway for around five minutes now, standing as silently as you could with your arms folded. The determination in his eyes and the way his body moved so powerfully was always something you had admired, but you’d spoken to him about this many times before and even though you were enjoying the show you knew you needed to give him a good telling off.

‘You know it’s late’ you finally said, your voice cutting gently through the silence once his legs had come to a halt. ‘And you’ve been told not to push it. Overdoing it now will only set you back’

Mason glanced toward you, a crooked smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. ‘Aww, is that someone worrying about me?’ he pouted sarcastically.

‘I’ve put too much into your rehab for you to go and screw it all up’ you replied, tossing him a towel as you walked over to him. He caught it without missing a beat, dabbing at his face.

‘I won’t, I promise’ he chuckled, his eyes gleaming with playfulness. ‘Though, the thought of spending more time in your office doesn’t sound like a bad thing to me’

‘You’re impossible’ you said with a small laugh, already turning to go but before you could take a full step, his hand shot out and gently wrapped around your wrist. Tugging you back towards him with one arm sliding around your waist to pull you in closer.

‘Mason’ you said softly, your eyes darting to the doorway. ‘We can’t, what if someone sees?’

‘No one’s here’ he whispered, his voice low and warm. ‘And I haven’t kissed you in days’

He gave you that look, the one that always melted your resolve and got him exactly what he wanted. His lips brushed yours once softly and that was all it took. The both of you lost in each other, kissing deeply and hungrily as if the space between you had been aching to close all day.

Mason's mouth moved against yours in such a way that it made your knees weak. He was right, it had been days, long and frustrating days of pretending to be nothing more than his physio. Of brushing past him in hallways and acting like he didn’t know how to undo you with a single glance.

But now with his arms around you and his lips on yours, you could feel how much he needed this too. From the way his hand slid up the curve of your back that made your pulse stumble to the playful way he nibbled at your bottom lip. You couldn’t help but pull him closer even though you knew you shouldn’t.

It was wrong to do this here, but it felt so good.

‘Mase’ you whispered, your hands still resting on his chest as you pulled away. ‘We can’t do this here’

He blinked down at you, a glint of amusement lighting his tired eyes. ‘Why not?’

You rolled your eyes, though a smile tugged at your lips. ‘Because this is still the training ground, and I’m still technically your physio. And I’m fairly sure that’s frowned upon, especially when you’re supposed to be... I don’t know, resting?’

He didn’t let go of you, just leaned in close again, his voice dropping to a teasing murmur as his lips brushed your ear. ‘Then come back to mine’

‘Subtle’ You laughed as you raised an eyebrow at him.

He grinned unapologetically, that cheeky glint still so evident in his expression. ‘We both know I’m not subtle, but I’ve got a sofa, fridge full of food, no exercise equipment in sight. And the best part? no one watching us’

You exhaled a shaky laugh, trying not to let the idea get the better of you. You’d never been to Mason's house before as it still felt too risky but in this moment you were ready to take that step. ‘Tempting’

‘You should be’ he grinned, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. ‘You’ve been driving me mad, walking around like you don’t know how fit you are’

You swatted his chest, biting back a laugh. ‘You’re too much’

‘And you love it’

God help you, you did.

You hesitated for a second, chewing on the inside of your cheek before looking up at him and his hopeful smile. He was trying, and failing, to pretend like your answer didn’t mean a lot to him.

‘Alright’ you hummed softly. ‘But you still need to rest’

He grinned and stepped back, grabbing his water bottle and towel before holding out his hand for you to take. ‘Let’s get out of here, gorgeous’

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pretty please can they use him for these shoots more often?

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i feel like ive ran out of touch with all the ppl i love here and i feel so guilty about that. but i still care very deeply about you all and i hope you’re all doing ok 🤍

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Mason Mount ft. Rain is such a beautiful combination 🥵

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😊

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Yes. That is all.

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smash.. next question

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He’s unreal I can’t

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my favourite person ever :’)