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saw you write for mason thames (!!) could i request just a cute childhood best friends to lovers

Yesssss! I think this is such a cute request and I also feel like a Mason Thames childhood best friends to lovers fanfic would be really fun to write. Thanks anon! :3

pairing: Mason Thames x Fem!Reader

Second-person view ( " He saw you. " )

CW: Fluff, fear of spiders, spiders, one single swear word, arachnophobia, more fluff

synopsis: Mason and reader have always been attached to one another, but the little innocent moments that would happen to both would make them get closer

No use of y/n!

“. Throughout the years .”

. ~ *

The first time you met mason, you were five. Your neighborhood had a small park where little kids would play or get injured, and he'd just moved in.

Kids were racing with their bikes, and you saw one losing control and balance and falling, scraping their knee.

You were swinging alone, letting the air breeze cool you down, the wind tugging at your hair.

And you saw him.

You spotted him out of the corner of your eye. A boy you didn’t recognize — messy brown hair, big brown eyes, standing awkwardly near the seesaw, scuffing his sneaker against the dirt. He looked like he wanted to come over but wasn’t sure how.

You kept swinging.

After debating with his own thought, he awkwardly walked up to you.

"Hi. I'm Mace-" cough "I mean..I'm Mason."

You slowed your swing down, dragging your toes through the sand, eyeing him.

"Hi, Mason"

He fidgeted, glancing at the swing next to you, then back at you. And then, without any sort of lead-up or logic, he blurted:

"Can you push me?"

. ~ *

When you were seven, you and Mason used to race each other down the street, backpacks bouncing, hair messy in the wind.

He always let you win, even though you never noticed. The prize was a popsicle from the corner store.

You'd both collapse on the curb, panting and with a light layer of sweat on your foreheads.

You always shared the popsicle with him, so you split it into two, gave one to him.

You start to lick as it melts and drips down your shirt. As you look down to clean it, it drips on your wrist, making it sticky.

Mason notices and giggles lightly, still enjoying his popsicle.

"Best summer ever!"

. ~ *

It was a Friday night, you were ten and Mason's living room was lit only by the flicker of the TV screen. A stack of crumpled chip bags and half-empty soda cans sat between you.

The two of you had spent the evening watching movies you probably weren't old enough for, sneaking extra snacks from the kitchen when his mom wasn't looking.

He was sitting on the floor, and you, on the couch. He basically begged his mother to allow him to sleep on the floor next to you.

You were fidgeting with his hair, unconciously braiding some strands.

Both your eyes were fixated on the TV screen. It was a horror movie playing.

It was a dark, uncomfortable room with a girl in it. She was searching for evidence. Evidence of Leon killing her sister! That's exactly what she needed to do. When she turned back, we both got jumpscared. She saw a sister-looking figure floating, with blood dripping off her face and from her ears.

As soon as Mason saw the disturbing image too, he shut the TV and made you giggle by saying:

"Enough TV for today!"

Before he went to sleep, he kissed your cheek lightly.

Just like that!

He stood up a little and gave you a quick, little, short peck on the cheek!

. ~ *

Middle school was weird. Everyone around you was suddenly obsessed with crushes and social media and who was sitting with who at lunch. And you were only thirteen!

But for you and Mason, not much had changed. You still walked home together most days, still met up at the park like you were seven again, and still found dumb little ways to make boring things fun.

One chilly fall afternoon, you were both sitting on the school bus, Mason slumped against the window, hoodie pulled up, eyes half-closed. You slid in next to him, pulling your phone from your pocket.

“New playlist,” you announced, handing him one of your earbuds.

He took it without a word, a small smile tugging at his mouth.

The first song started — one you’d both found over the summer, something soft and steady, the kind of song that felt like driving with the windows down.

For a while, you didn’t talk. Just sat there, pressed shoulder to shoulder, listening to the music that seemed to say the things neither of you knew how to.

And even though the bus was loud and the seats were uncomfortable and the heater made your cheeks too warm, it felt… easy. Safe. Like nothing could touch you when you were both wrapped up in the same song.

At some point, Mason tilted his head toward you, eyes still on the window, and mumbled, “This one reminds me of you.”

Your stomach did a weird little flip you didn’t have a name for.

You pretended not to hear it, focusing on the lyrics instead — but you didn’t move away. Not even when your hands brushed again between you.

P.S. - the song is " the night we met " by Lord Huron

. ~ *

It was early October, you were fourteen, and the air had just started to bite. The kind of cold that makes your hands feel too big and your hoodie not warm enough.

You were waiting outside school after a late rehearsal, hugging your arms to your chest, wishing you’d brought something warmer.

Mason spotted you like he always did – hands in his pockets, earbuds in, backpack slung over one shoulder.

“You look freezing.” he said, his voice light , but hus brows pinched just slightly.

You rolled playfully your eyes. “Didn’t think it’d get this cold.”

He pulled off his hoodie in one motion, slightly seeing some torso skin in the procces, leaving judt his long-sleeved t-shirt underneath, and tossed it to you without waiting for you to argue.

You didn’t catch it. It fell to the ground, slightly getting dirty. You quickly picked it up, dusting off the dirt and tiny sticks.

“Put it on!” he said, nudging you with his elbow.

You did.

It smelled like a mic of laundry detergent, spearming gum, and something warm you couldn’t name. It was big, of course. The sleeves went past your fingers and the fabric hung loose around your shoulders. But it was warm — stupidly warm — and your heart was beating just fast enough for you to feel it in your ears.

“You look better in it than I do.” Mason said casually, like it wasn’t the most dangetoud sentrnce he could’ve spoken.

You didn’t answer. You just smiled at your shoes and hoped he didn’t hear the quiet thank you in your silence.

. ~ *

It was a weekday. You were at Mason's house. You just entered his door and was warmly greeted by Mason. Brooke wasn't home.

"Heyy! How you doing?" You said with joy, only to spot a gigantic spider right in the corner of the wall.

It was black with dark brown accents. It's main body was a little hairy, and huge and tall legs were connected to the ball.

You freaked out, looked away from Mason and to the spider. Mason followed your glance. It was his time to freak out.

"What IS that." Mason said in lowercaps but loud. He went to the kitchen, searching for something, only to realize there was none left.

It started moving, making it's way on the wall. It was horror and disturbing how its tall legs moved.

"Mason, with all due respect, I command you to hurry the fuck up... What are you even searching.." You said, voice cracking a little.

"Uh, yeah nothing..! I'll just get the broom." Mason said.

"No! Don't you have insect spray? What if it carries little babies in there and when you smash it it will explode with tiny horror things.. I'm not gonna assist to this."

You half-freaked out , half-calmly said. You then noticed as it started to move towards the kitchen, making it's way to the floor now.

It was fast, incredibly fast. And you knew Mason had a light arachnophobia.

"Mason , I think it's coming to the kitchen.."

"Stop it then! I don't know.. keep it distracted!"

"How do you expect me to keep a spider distracted..?!"

"I'm trying to find any spray insect because I'm 100% sure we had more. No idea where it is. It has to be in the kitchen or the bathroom."

You tried stepping in front of the spider to scare him, but he was determined of going to the kitchen.

"I thought we were like that big large dragon from ' how to train a dragon ' for them!?"

Mason reached the phone, and called his mom.

' hey honey! how are yo- '

' MOM WHERE IS THE SPRAY INSECT.. '

' what a kind greeting! it's in the bathroom, in the countertop '

' okay thank you mom. I love you bye '

' bye mas-hangs up '

"Okay. The map says it's in the bathroom, In the countertop." Mason said.

You went, grabbed the spray and passed it to Mason. He looked confused.

"Why are you passing it to me? I'm just as scared as you are!"

"Yeah, well, I can't risk to die. I'm only fifteen!"

Mason let out a sarcastic scoff, still looking at the gigantic monstrosity that was sitting currently on the kitchen islands wall.

"Grab a bag!" You told Mason, and he did as asked.

"Okay, when I say 3, you put the bag over it okay?"

Mason nodded.

' one '

' two '

' three! '

You acted fast. Sprayed the spray, spider freaked out and almost got into the bag, it started running but Mason catched it (with the bag obviously).

Mason then opened the door with one hand and put the spider down in the neighbors bush.

After he came back, you said:

"How did it even get in..?"

. ~ *

It was Monday. You both had vacation, and went to the amusement park. It was pretty fun! You went on the ferris wheel, a drop tower, spinning rides and a carousel.

You were going to a ride. It seemed fun! It had three big drops. There was a man that seemed to be staff to the ride. He asked us how old we are and I said sixteen .Mason went and payed the tickets, thanking him for it.

As Mason handed the tickets to the ride operator, he turned to you with that familiar, mischievous glint in his eye.

"You ready for this?" he asked, smirking.

You nodded, feeling that mix of excitement and nerves flutter in your chest. “I mean, three drops? Easy,” you joked, even though your grip on the metal railing said otherwise.

He laughed. “Don’t worry, I’ll be right next to you. You can scream into my arm if you need to.”

The two of you climbed into the cart, sitting side by side. The ride attendant secured the restraints, and with a loud click, you were off—slowly climbing the first hill. Mason glanced over at you, his hand subtly brushing against yours.

You looked over and smiled nervously. “Regretting this yet?”

“Not a chance,” he replied, and then added, a little softer, “It’s kinda perfect actually. Just us.”

Before you could reply, the cart reached the peak—and then whoosh—you were plummeting down the first drop. Your scream blended with Mason’s shout-laugh, the wind whipping through your hair. His hand found yours mid-fall and squeezed tight.

By the time the ride was over—after all three drops—you were breathless and laughing uncontrollably.

You both stumbled off the ride, and went to grab something to drink. You both had hot chocolate and wanted to go to the photobooth.

You entered, and you first did a peace sign pose.

flash

Three photos left.

Then Mason side-hugged you, looking at the booths camera.

flash

Two photos left.

You both stuck your tongues out and did a rockstar hand sign.

flash

One photo left.

You had 10 seconds to think of a pose.

9 seconds.

8 seconds.

7 seconds.

6 seconds.

5 seconds.

Mason turned to look at you and quickly just calmly like that blurted out: "I think I like you."

You were taken aback, as you stared at him, confused and astonished.

flash

You ripped the eye contact by looking at the booth spilling the photos out. You ripped them from the machine and looking at them before looking at Mason.

He was smiling. That smile you first saw when you we're five. Or that smile when you were seven, or ten, or any time he is around you.

"I like you, a lot.." Mason said.

. ~ *

#mason thames x reader #mason thames #x reader #fluff #childhood #best friends #bestfriends to lovers #fiction #my fic #finney blake #benj nieslen #love

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div1nedoll · 10 days ago

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Hi,would you write smut/suggestive for Mason Thames?

Hey there! As you all know, Mason is officially 18! So he is basically an adult!! But, I personally think that I need a little more time to settle in with his new age and then I will write actual smut. Meanwhile, suggestive can be fine! So, thanks for the request anon!

pairing: Mason thames x Fem!reader

CW: slightly suggestive, humour

synopsis: Mason is reading a book, but can’t seem to focus on the letters, just on you.

Second-person view - “. He saw you .”

No use of y/n!

“. Can’t think of anything but you .”

The night was quiet, the only sound in the room being the occasional turning of pages as Mason sat on the couch, completely absorbed in whatever script he was reading. You, on the other hand, were sprawled out next to him, mostly pretending to read but really just enjoying the proximity.

You couldn’t help but notice how serious he looked while reading. His brows furrowed, and his lips pressed into that slight line of concentration. You snuck a peek at him, trying to keep it casual, but it wasn’t exactly working.

"Hey," you finally spoke up, breaking the silence. "If you keep frowning like that, you're gonna get permanent forehead lines. They’ll think you’re a 45-year-old drama teacher instead of a 20-year-old actor."

Mason glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. "Is this how you show concern for my health? By making fun of my face?"

You shrugged, smirking. "Just looking out for you, Mr. Future Oscar Winner. Can’t have you looking like a raisin before your time."

He snorted, looking down at the script again. "I think that’s the least of my worries. But I appreciate your concern for my well-being. Very thoughtful."

"You're welcome," you said with exaggerated sweetness. Then, you couldn’t resist teasing a little more. "Seriously, though. If I were your manager, I’d tell you to stop looking so serious. At least smile more. You know, like, 'Hey, I’m a charming young actor, look at my dimples!'”

Mason rolled his eyes, but the corners of his lips betrayed him, twitching upward despite himself. "You think I have dimples?"

"Uh, yeah," you replied, leaning in closer to inspect his face. "Like, really cute ones when you actually smile."

At this, Mason let out a small laugh, setting the script down and turning his full attention to you. “You’re making me self-conscious now. I’m never smiling again.”

You grinned, propping yourself up on your elbow to look at him better. “I mean, if you don’t, I’ll have to start a campaign. 'Bring Back Mason’s Smile.' I can already see the hashtags going viral.” (a/n: i’m so putting this tag)

“Oh, please don’t,” he said, shaking his head in mock horror. “The last thing I need is more hashtags associated with my name. Not with my ‘serious actor’ reputation.”

You chuckled, relaxing back into the couch, but your fingers were still brushing against his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric of his shirt. You hadn’t really meant to do it, but the touch lingered just a little too long. Just enough for you both to notice.

Mason’s smile faded, and his gaze dropped to your hand, which was still resting on his arm. His eyes flicked back up to meet yours, and there was something different in them now—something a little more playful, a little more daring.

“You know,” he said, his voice a little quieter, “if you keep doing that, I might start thinking you're trying to get my attention on purpose.”

You blinked, pretending to be oblivious, but the glint in your eye gave you away. "Oh? Are you implying that I might be intentionally distracting you?" you asked, arching an eyebrow and inching a little closer, just to prove a point.

“Well, it’s either that,” he replied with a grin, his voice still light but with that underlying edge of fun, “or you’re just really, really bad at not flirting.”

You leaned in slightly, lowering your voice to match his tone. “Bad at not flirting? I thought I was just being charming.”

Mason chuckled softly, his breath warm against your ear as he teased, “Charming, huh? Is that what you’re calling it now?”

You could feel the air between you two shift slightly, but it wasn’t uncomfortable—more like a playful dare, a challenge neither of you were willing to back down from.

“I mean, you can call it whatever you want,” you said with a smirk, letting your fingers move slightly higher up his arm. “But you’re the one who keeps looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” he asked, his voice dropping even lower now, a bit of a smile tugging at his lips. “You mean like this?”

Mason looked at you like in those Wayans movies. He squinted his eyes and tried to make a goofy face.

You chuckled. “Well, if it’s that distracting,” you began, your fingers tracing the outline of his arm, “I guess I should stop. Don’t want to make you too uncomfortable.”

Mason swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly as he glanced back down at your hand on his arm. His eyes flicked to yours again, but this time, there was no teasing in his gaze—just something quieter, more focused.

“I didn’t say I was uncomfortable,” he said, his voice low but smooth, “just that you’re ..distracting me.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the honesty in his voice. It felt like the game had shifted just a little, the playful back-and-forth still there but with something deeper simmering underneath. You let your fingers linger a bit longer on his arm before finally pulling back, your breath quickening just a bit.

You caught the spark in his eyes before he glanced away, breaking the moment just enough to keep the tension hanging in the air between you two. It was a challenge, yes, but one neither of you was quite ready to give up on.

#Bringbackmasonssmile #mason thames x reader #mason thames #x reader #suggestive #benj nieslen

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