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this is me trying - mason mount

summary: Mason is having trouble putting his frustrations into words, but Y/N is there to help him work it out

pairing: Mason Mount x reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings/tags: hurt/comfort, a good bit of angst and some mentions of self-doubt, but then a little fluff at the end, established relationship

requested: no

notes: surprise!! i felt inspired to write this after the last couple of rough games, so i put this together pretty quickly tonight. i'm still working on part two of the request, but i wanted to get this one out there! also i don't usually do this, but this fic draws some inspiration from 'this is me trying' by taylor swift (hence the title), so feel free to listen to that while you read! this is something i'm thinking about doing more often, so let me know what you think!

It was another disappointing draw for Chelsea FC: a goalless draw at home to Liverpool.

To put it bluntly, the squad that Chelsea put on the field looked… uninspired. They lacked any sort of consistency or passion.

And of course, you were disappointed and frustrated to see Mason remain on the bench for the full 90 minutes.

After the game, you found yourself wandering down toward the field end of the tunnel, searching for him without going too far out into the stadium. You hadn’t seen him emerge as you waited with the rest of the families in the lounge and decided to take matters into your own hands.

As you peeked out from the tunnel, you spotted him over by the players’ bench, fiddling with the laces on his shoes. Most everyone had cleared out of the stadium by now, the seats empty and an ominous silence falling over the area that usually held such a high energy.

Mason stood up fully, noticing you as you took a couple of slow, cautious steps out of the tunnel toward him. Your arms were tucked behind your back innocently, swaying slowly back and forth, and if he wasn’t feeling the way that he was currently, he would’ve melted at the sight.

He approached you, greeting you at barely more than a whisper before he pulled you into a brief hug. The smell of sweat and grass that typically filled your nose when he hugged you after a match was notably missing. After all, he hadn’t been able to do anything to work up a sweat.

When he pulled back from the hug, he kept his arms loosely around your shoulders. “You go on and head home and I’ll meet you there in a bit, yeah?” he muttered quietly. “I’m gonna run a few sprints here before I head out, just stretch my legs a bit.” He forced a small smile, but he didn’t pretend to think that you believed it. He knew that you saw straight through his façade—you knew him far too well for that.

You just nodded at him with a short, “okay,” and released his waist from where your arms had been holding him close. He pressed a short kiss on your forehead before he turned and jogged away toward the goal line.

You began to walk back toward the tunnel, but before you left, you turned, watching Mason for a few moments.

He alternated between sprinting and jogging back and forth, up and down the field. His head hung low, and you could see the despair and sadness written all over it. Mason was always a team player, but in the private moments, he couldn’t help it when the lack of playing time and the way that his managers no longer seemed to trust in his abilities started to chip away at his morale. And you knew that, even if he didn’t express that to you.

Deciding to give him some time alone to reflect, you turned to leave, a heavy weight of sadness for Mason weighing on your heart.

About an hour later, you found yourself tidying up around the house, anxiously awaiting Mason’s arrival. He had texted you not long ago to let you know that he was on his way.

You were determined to talk things through with him tonight. You had done your best to allow him to have the space that he wanted, but you knew that the more he kept these things to himself, the worse he was getting.

The two of you learned very early in your relationship that you were both the kind of person to try to deal with things on your own. If something would happen or you had something on your mind, you would bottle it up and just try to power through it. This caused a lot of issues in the early months of your relationship, and the two of you decided together that you needed to do better.

So now, you both held each other accountable. As you learned and grew together, you gave one another space when it was warranted and confronted the other when it was necessary. This time seemed to have grown into one of the latter.

You heard the brief jingle of Mason’s keys as he pulled them out of the lock in the front door, shutting it behind him. Mason’s bag could be heard plopping onto the floor as he seemingly dropped it at his feet.

You wandered toward the front door, eventually finding him in the living room. He was sitting on the couch, elbows resting on his knees with his head in his hands. His hair was slightly damp—clearly he had taken a shower at the stadium following his sprints.

You approached him slowly and stood in front of him, placing a hand gently on his shoulder. He didn’t jump at the sudden contact, telling you that he had known you were there.

You trailed your fingers from his shoulder, up his neck, and under his chin, titling his head so that he was looking at you.

“Hey, baby,” you whispered. He didn’t respond, dropping his elbows from his legs. You took this as an invitation and sat down with your legs on either side of his. He leaned back into the cushions of the couch.

Neither of you spoke a word for several long moments. You rested a hand on his jaw, stroking his cheekbone slowly with your thumb as he leaned into the soft touch. Your other hand rested on the junction between his neck and shoulder.

You took a moment to admire his features: the soft creases by his eyes that grew more intense when he would smile, the gentle curves of his nose, the stubble along his jaw that tickled your hand, the scattered freckles that adorned his cheeks and nose. You looked over his face, adoring each part of it.

However, Mason seemed unable to look anywhere close to your face, his eyes cast downward and staring at your lap. He rested his hands on your hips, but his fingers don’t find their way under your shirt to rub small circles into your skin the way they usually do. The light that usually fills his eyes is absent, replaced by a dull and far-off look.

He knows what’s coming. He knows you need him to talk to you about what’s going on in his head. But he can’t figure out how to put into words the sorrow that seems to sit on his chest like a weight, causing him to feel a constant pressure against his ribcage as his heart physically aches.

He’s pulled from his wandering thoughts by your lips pressed softly to his nose, a gentle kiss meant to communicate all possible forms of reassurance to him.

At this, he finally raises his eyes up to your face, not finding the pitying look that he had been dreading. Instead, he saw pure love in your eyes and a desire to help him in any way that you could.

“Talk to me, baby.” Your thumb continued to stroke his cheekbone, hoping to soothe some of the turmoil you could see behind his eyes.

He pressed his lips together tightly, still trying to muster up the courage and the right words to voice his thoughts.

“I just…” he hesitated. “I don’t even know what to say.”

Your lips turned down in a frown, thinking for a moment. “Okay… talk to me about what you’re feeling right now. Are you sad? Angry?” You tried to help him put words to the things he was feeling. “Anxious?”

“Anxious, yeah,” he nodded slightly. “And sad, I think.”

You smiled slightly as you began to feel that you were making progress. Your moved your arms further up his shoulders, threading your fingers through the hair on the back of his head as you scratched his scalp gently. “Alright, tell me what’s making you feel anxious.”

Mason’s eyes slipped closed for a moment, and he subconsciously tilted his chin up, leaning back into your touch. You gladly let him have that moment of peace, soothed by your gentle voice and soft touch.

“Just… a lot of changes at the club right now. Still trying to adjust to new players. New gaffer now.” He spoke in short, choppy statements, blinking his eyes open as he was unpleasantly drawn back to reality by his own words. “Things are still up in the air with my contract. The fans are saying all kinds of stuff. I had to drop out of international duty. I’m trying to come back from an injury, and I haven’t played a minute in weeks.” His voice grew a little louder with each word, and you placed both of your hands on his cheeks to try to calm him down without shushing him. He noticed the gesture, realizing that he was starting to work himself up, and paused to take a breath.

“I feel like they don’t trust me anymore.” His eyes were misty when he said this, and you felt your heart crack into pieces.

“Who doesn’t trust you? The coaches? The fans?”

“Kind of both, I guess. But mainly the coaches.” He casted his eyes downward again, too ashamed to look at you in what he felt was a moment of weakness.

You lifted his head up once more, leaning your forehead against his so that he was forced to look you in the eye.

“You listen, and you listen good, Mason,” you started, pulling a slight chuckle from him at your actions. “Don’t you ever go doubting your abilities as a football player. You are the most naturally gifted and creative player I think I have ever seen, and your accomplishments speak to that. The managers who have gotten the privilege to work with you love you, and if anyone can’t see that, they’re insane. Sure, this season has been rough, but you are one of eleven men on that pitch at any given moment, with several more sitting on the bench who all make some sort of contribution to the successes or failures of this team. This responsibility does not lie solely on your shoulders.”

Mason nodded at you, and you could see him trying to swallow back tears. The simultaneous pain and relief of confronting his dark thoughts was overwhelming.

“I know this last month has been hard for you, between injury and big changes at the club, but you’ve handled it so well. You may not believe me when I say it, but you’ve been so strong through all of the unexpected obstacles that have been thrown at you. And I am so proud of you for that.”

At these words, a tear finally spilled from his eye, rolling down his face. You wiped it away with your thumb, pressing a kiss to both of his cheeks.

“Things will work out with your contract, baby. I know you want to find a way to stay, but they always say that sometimes one door has to close so that others can open. Who knows what kind of success and growth you’ll find at a new club, or if you get to stay here, you can find it here, too. Wherever you go, you’re going to be incredible, okay?”

He nods wordlessly, eyes still shining with tears.

“Take a deep breath.” The two of you take one together, breathing out slowly as you gaze into his eyes. “Try to focus on the good things. Your family is all in good health. You got to see your nieces over the weekend.” A small smile breaks out on his face at that. “You’re spending your career doing the thing that you love most. And you’re not slowing down anytime soo—”

“And I have you,” he cut you off, barely more than a whisper. You were caught off-guard by his words, taking a moment to look over his face and calm your heart that had begun racing.

“And you have me,” you smiled back at him, resuming the way you had been scratching over his scalp a few minutes ago. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

Mason wrapped his arms fully around your torso, pulling you into a tight hug as he buried his face in your neck. You felt the warm tears dropping onto your skin and kissed the side of his head, continuing to scratch his neck and shoulders as you held him in your arms.

“Can we just stay here for a while?” His voice was muffled by your shoulder, but you were still able to understand him,

“Of course, sweetheart. As long as you need.”

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forever-1d · 2 years

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Christine L.H

Lewis Hamilton x Christine Daaé!Reader

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y/nhamilton Think of me, think of me fondly

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y/nfan3919 OMG OMG OMG THIS IS NOT A DRILL Y/N TAKING UP THE ROLE OF CHRISTINE!!!!

theatrebrooke are we sure it’s Christine tho because if so I might cry from happiness

| y/nhamilton We’ll have to see 😉

theatrebrooke going to die happy now THE Y/N HAMILTON saw and replied to my comment!

lewishamilton very excited for you, the role was made for you.

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lewishamilton Opening night, I am so incredibly proud of you my darling. I might have missed you during the long rehearsals, gotten sick of hearing Andrew Lloyd Webber practically every day for months on end… but this makes it all worth it. Seeing you shine like the star you are.

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y/nhamilton Say you love me every waking moment

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lewishamilton Then say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime

y/nhamiltonfan1 🥹 not Lewis commenting one of the next lyrics… excuse me while I just ✨pass away✨

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Ruben Dias - Nobody’s Watching

POV: You and Ruben Dias are on holiday with his family.

Contains: Mature Language

Music Choice: Jennifer Lopez – Nobody’s Watching

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It had been the last night of our summer in Portugal. Exploring the places Ruben grew up, little villages he used to go to when he would sneak out with friends, eating copious amounts of incredible food, just really enjoying being together in these utterly breath-taking surroundings.

We had been spending our days spent with his family, his friends. It had been so lovely seeing him being so at home, his guard down, the true Ruben that I get to see when we are behind closed doors now was the only Ruben everyone saw. He looked so relaxed, so at peace, yet he also was like a kid again, constantly up to mischief.

One night we had ended up in this little Portuguese bar on the coast, drinks flowing and music playing when Ruben dragged me up onto the table top and we danced away with some of the other locals, his eyes only locked on me, my eyes only locked on him. Completely drowning out the world around us, just tunnel vision for one another. Ruben’s hand on my hip as I move, putting on a show for each other.

Another night we had been out late driving mopeds around the country roads, taking in the views from the high points that Ruben knew about. Travelling higher into the woods until we came across this clearing where the only view for miles was just the glistening sea. Not caring about the time, hoping that within that moment time would stop and we could just be hidden away, up high, me and him.

Tonight, was different though. Instead of our usual dinner on the veranda with the full Dias family and friends, Ruben had arranged for us to go out onto a yacht, just us sailing around till the following morning.

We boarded the boat in the afternoon, enjoying the hot summer sun on our skin as we lay on the deck. As I lay on my front looking out over the sea, I felt the little train of kisses Ruben was leaving down my shoulders, down my spine until he reaches my loosely tied bikini bottoms.

I feel my body shudder as his teeth connect with the string holding them together, feeling him pull slightly as they come undone. I peak over my shoulder and see the cheeky smile upon his face as he kisses the now bare skin. His hand slides up my thigh till it reaches the now redundant material and pulls it away slightly, I arch my back at the contact as Ruben moves so he is now between my legs.

Fingers running up and down the material before pushing it aside, slipping a finger against my entrance, causing a moan to fall out of my lips as his tongue slides across me. I turn to say something as he speaks causing vibrations across my delicate skin.

“Shh meu amor, nobody’s watching us” he said as he continued to bring me so much pleasure.

When the night came, we both got showered and dressed for dinner on the deck. Ruben had left before I had come out of the bathroom, stood in just my towel I left the room to find a box and a bag on the bed.

I opened the box to find a handwritten note and a diamond necklace. I lifted the necklace and placed it round my neck, admiring the way it looked on me with nothing else on. I read the note.

Meu Amor, thank you for spending this Summer with me, I am so thankful everyday that you are mine and I cannot wait to spend forever with you, Te amo muitíssimo xxx

I smiled at the sentiment of his words, thinking how he never has to thank me for anything, I am the luckiest girl in the world.

I reach into the bag and pull out a light cream dress, something Ruben was obviously off buying when he ‘popped’ out yesterday. I place the soft dress upon me, the short flowy sleeves sitting upon my tanned arms as the fabric finishing just above my knees. I take a look at myself in the mirror, pulling it just down so it hugs my boobs before heading outside to find him.

As I reach the deck, I can see the light of the moon shining down upon him. The deck filled with tiny little candle lights and lanterns, rose petals thrown along the white surface and music playing. He is completely engulfed in the spotlight, a light cream shirt, barely buttoned up and some shorts sit upon his toned and tanned body as he sips on the drink within his hand. He turns to look at me and I can feel myself falling for him all over again.

I practically stride over to him and wrap my arms around him, kissing him hard and slow on his lips, desperate for him right now.

“Thank you” I manage to muster after coming up for air.

“You don’t need to thank me at all” he said kissing me again.

We sit and eat, we chat and laugh, we take each other in during this moment of bliss, under the starry sky, in the middle of the ocean, just the faint twinkling of lights in the distance to the right of us show the coast of Portugal.

When we finish, the music playing from Ruben’s phone is turned up a little bit louder, a selection of songs that we both love are on the playlist for tonight. He stands and holds his hand out to me.

“Dance with me baby” he whispers as I get to my feet.

I take his hand and he pulls my body into his, one hand wraps around my waist while the other connects with the back of my neck. I feel his hips swaying to the music, his body moving mine with his. His lips find mine again and I feel the adrenaline surging through my bloodstream.

Feeling him touch my body drives me wild, at this moment I just want to lock out the world and be with him, right here, right now. I can see from his eyes that he is thinking the same, as well as the slight semi I can feel rubbing against me with every movement we make.

I reach a hand up to his neck and kiss him, deeper this time, slipping my tongue into his mouth. He spins me around and lifts me up, walking with me over to the railings around the edge of the yacht, placing me down upon that.

We kiss for a bit longer, hands exploring one another, but cautiously, not wanting to slip off and fall, keeping one hand firm upon the shiny pole beneath me. He slips his hands into my underwear and pulls them down, after pushing them to the side and working me up to a turned-on mess.

“Do you trust me?” he whispers against my skin.

“More than anyone else in the world” I whisper back.

“Let go then” he says gesturing to my hand “Hold on to me”

I tentatively loosen my grip, aware of how easy it would be for me to fall into the dark sea with one wrong movement, but I trust Ruben unconditionally. I let go and wrap my hands immediately around his neck, holding him tightly. He smiles at me as he keeps a hand pressed against my lower back as his other hand takes hold of himself and lines it up with my entrance.

With one kiss he enters me, and I immediately moan. His hands find an almost bruising grip upon my hips, keeping me close to him as he moves slowly at first.

“I will always keep you safe meu amor” he whispers against my lips as he starts to pick up the pace, thrusting into me.

I could feel the bar sliding back and forth beneath me as he continued to hit that perfect spot within me, my mind whirling, only seeing Ruben in front of me, the rest a blur.

“I love you” I said to him as his forehead was pressed against mine, looking down seeing the way his body enters mine, the way his dick glistens with every stroke.

“I love you too” Ruben said back, breaking out of his daze and looking back at me, kissing my lips as he thrusted harder and faster.

I feel myself starting to come undone, I feel my legs start to shake first, then the knot in my stomach starting to unravel. Before I can say anything, Ruben kisses me once more and moans into my mouth as he fills me up, causing me to reach my high.

We stay like this for a while, Ruben still holding me close to him as the sea air breezes across us both. Seeing the way his eyes still sparkle in the moonlight, that just fucked expression upon his face was always one of my favourites but in this light, it looks even better.

When he finally picks me up and puts me down, my legs are like jelly, and he can sense how unsteady I am. He reaches back down and picks me up and carries me to our bed. Wrapping his body around mine and holding me until the morning.

As the sunlight streaks into the room, with views for miles of just sea and sun streaming in through the open doors that lead onto the deck. I turn to see Ruben laying next to me, a hand behind his neck, his toned chest on display as he looks at me.

“Bom dia, meu amor” he says as I lean up and kiss him.

“Good morning my love” I reply back in English.

I sink my head onto his chest and feel his heartbeat against my ear, thinking about how I only have a few more hours of us like this, just me and him, with nobody watching us.

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charles leclerc x actress!reader insta au

(this is my first bare with me)

GUESS WHOS BIRTHDAY IT IS??

ME BABY!! 🥳so heres a lil bday post 😘❤

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charles_leclerc the best day of my life, i cannot wait to start the rest of my life with you my darling ❤

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charles_leclerc I've always imagined this day ever since I met you. I love you so much and I cannot wait for what the future has for us.

Je t'aime mi amor ❤

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Conflicting Emotions

summary: it was the world cup quarter-finals, with your national team England playing against France. so it was less than ideal to have a French boyfriend, as it would leave one of you completely dejected.

pairing: any French player x reader, slightly mason mount x reader

a/n: needed some angst in my life so I wrote this :))

The final whistle blew, signalling the match was over. A sudden heaviness overcame your body as you inhaled a shallow breath.

England lost the quarter-finals against France.

The atmosphere divided into two, with half the stadium erupting in sheer euphoria while the other half fell silent. Utter devastation spread amongst England supporters, as this was the outcome we were all dreading. You heard your heart shatter at the sight of your national team collapsing on the ground in anguish, trying to console themselves after having lost their chance at winning the World Cup.

You truly believed the England team gave it everything, so you were inexplicably proud of what they had achieved. All you wanted to do in that moment was hug each of them and reassure them that they played incredibly well with so much determination and passion. You glanced around the stadium, your eyes landing on your ex-boyfriend Mason, who had his face buried in his hands as the French team celebrated behind him.

Seeing Mason vulnerable like that reluctantly revived the memories of the Euros final— the same pain and heartbreak. You remember how Mason was inconsolable for days after the loss, taking a while to come to terms with how close they were to winning the final, but you were there to constantly reassure him. Despite it being a difficult time, Mason made sure you knew how much he appreciated you being there for him. A few months later, you two mutually agreed to break up and still remain good friends.

In an attempt to drown out the noise and memories, you squeezed your eyes shut while a stream of uncontrollable tears rolled down your face. Everyone’s hopes and dreams for England winning this year’s World Cup ended the second the whistle was blown. The noise didn’t seem to quiet down, so you lifted your heavy eyelids, to see the French players sprinting chaotically around the pitch in a frenzy of celebration while the England players were consoling each other.

Your gaze drifted between different players, and that’s when you saw him. Your boyfriend had that perfect, irresistible grin tugging at his lips as he embraced his team; a sense of guilt washed over you. He is through to the semi-finals, so as his girlfriend, you should be ecstatic for him, yet here you are completely heartbroken at the result. Dare you say, you feel a slight resentment toward his national team. It’s not fair on him, and you’re well aware of it. He’s worked equally as hard as the England team to get to this stage, so you should be proud of him.

At that sudden realisation, you wiped away your tears with your sleeves before he noticed you. But it was already too late; he had seen your tear-stained cheeks, and his smile immediately faded from his face as his expression softened with worry. Under your breath, you muttered “shit,” knowing that you had ruined this moment for him.

Giving him a small smile, you pointed in the direction of the French team, telling him to enjoy himself and celebrate. He didn’t move. His gaze remained fixed on you as his brows furrowed, trying to study your expression. You gave him a more genuine smile and mouthed “go,” tilting your head towards where his team was. He slowly shuffled backwards in uncertainty, a small laugh escaping you, as he was still staring at you to see if you really were okay with it. And you were; at the end of the day, you loved to see him succeed, even if that meant winning against your own team.

The England players didn’t waste any more time on the pitch as they came into the stands, where their families and friends were waiting for them. You were also sitting here with Sasha, as you became close friends with her when you were dating Mason. While you were talking about the match with her, you saw some players trying to put on a brave face as they managed a faltering smile before completely breaking down when being comforted by their family and friends.

Mason dragged his feet up the stairs to meet his family, who were seated in the row in front of you. For a split second, your eyes met his red and puffy ones, and you knew he was in a worse state now compared to the Euros final. You watched him melt into his mum’s arms as she hugged him tightly, while his family members all took turns reassuring him and reminding him that he’s done the nation proud, regardless of the result. Shortly after, Jack made his way upstairs, instantly looking for comfort in Sasha’s arms.

Mason stood on the stairs when he was finished talking to his family. He was covering his face with one hand, and rubbing his eyes while his back rested on the handrail. You took this opportunity to talk to him.

“Hey, how are you holding up?” You spoke gently with a reassuring smile as Mason moved his hand away from his face.

“Not too bad,” he mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

“Really Mason? You’re forgetting I can tell when you’re lying,” you tilt your head in the direction he was staring, trying to get him to look at you.

“I’m okay,” his voice was frail and quiet as he continued to avoid your gaze. Mason’s eyes were glossy as he fought back tears, his bottom lip trembling ever so slightly.

“Just come here,” you reach up to wrap your arms around the back of Mason’s neck, pulling him in for a hug. That’s when he gave up his pretence of being fine, as he didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around your waist to hold you close. He buried his head in your shoulder, letting out a muffled sob that only you could have heard. The sound of Mason breaking down was enough to flood your eyes with tears, so you had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from turning into a sobbing mess.

As your attention was fixed on Mason, you didn’t notice your boyfriend watching the two of you. He was aware of your history, and because of that, he didn’t know how to feel. From one perspective, he understands how a huge loss can be so devastating, so Mason will need everyone there for him, even if that includes you. But on the other hand, he can’t help but feel a little jealous considering Mason was your first love and everyone knows you don’t forget them. So he was torn in that moment, the same way you were about England losing and France winning. But before his mind can conjure up the worst, his friend drags him back into the group celebration.

“You did great, all of you; you should be so proud of yourself,” Mason simply hummed in response, taking in rapid and shallow breaths as you felt your shirt dampen with his tears.

“You’ve given us so many amazing memories to look back on in the future. It wasn’t meant to be this time, but there’s another World Cup just around the corner,” you reassured him, not knowing whether your words would make a difference to how Mason is feeling right now.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, because you’ve done us proud, you’ve done me proud,” you felt Mason’s breathing become more even against your skin.

The two of you stayed like that, with no-one interrupting you. Mason had forgotten how safe he felt in your arms, the way it silenced everything around him, and suddenly everything became more bearable. A few minutes passed before Mason lifted his head to look you in the eyes.

“How do you do it?” Mason asked, searching your eyes for the answer.

“Do what?” Your voice was barely a whisper as you brushed away the tears from his face.

“You always know exactly what to say to make me feel better,"

“It’s not difficult when I’m being honest,” you shrugged your shoulders, giving him a smile he found impossible not to return.

"Thank you, it means a lot to me that you are here,” you pulled away from the hug as his grip on your waist loosened.

“You don’t have to thank me; I’m just doing what any good friend would do,” you replied, as your gaze wandered around the stadium, watching some fans begin to leave. Mason winced at this; for those few minutes, he forgot that you two were not together anymore.

“Yeah, friends,” his voice was monotonous as he looks onto pitch to see your boyfriend still celebrating. You were about to say goodbye, but Mason had something else on his mind.

“Why are you with him?” His question caught you off-guard, an icy contempt flashing in his eyes.

“Mason—” you began before being interrupted.

“No, seriously, why are you actually with him? Do you guys even have anything in common? Surely you can do better than that,” he narrowed his darkened eyes as they burned into the back of your boyfriend’s head in envy.

“That is my boyfriend you’re talking about, and you don’t know the first thing about our relationship. I’ll let your comments slide just this once because I know your emotions are running high, but next time I won’t hold back,” you scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief as you grabbed your handbag and explained to Sasha that you would call her later.

“Y/N, I’m sorry!” Mason called out as you walked up the stairs and out of the stadium.

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#one direction #harry styles #zayn malik #niall horan #f1 fic #mason mount

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Quiet Mornings - Mason Mount

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It was a rare occurrence for my eyes to flutter open to be greeted with Mason’s sleeping face.

The morning was quiet, the air peaceful and filled with distant chirps to signal that it was a new day, finally time for the world to rouse from its deep slumber. I watched the sun streak through the windows and illuminate the sheets, bouncing off Mason’s face in a tender caress that caused his features to glow with such ethereal magic, it was hard to believe that he was real.

A small smile danced across my lips, quietly tracing the soft ridge of his nose with my eyes, going to his eyebrows and flitting down to his cupid bow’s lips, looking so soft and plump with the merest touch of pink.

As if sensing my stare, I saw his body shift, arms curling upwards like a cat as he stretched, eyes still closed. My smile couldn’t help but widen before I snuggled closer, glad to be waking up to see him peacefully asleep.

I felt his lips flutter over my forehead, the barest hint of a smile, “morning,” he murmured, voice hoarse and rough from sleep.

“Morning,” I murmured into the crook of his neck while I felt his hand lace around my middle. He pulled me closer into the curve of his body, spooning me whole and practically engulfing me with his heat.

Those were the kind of mornings I loved the most. With Mason by my side, I felt like the whole world fell away to give rise to serenity, a peace-filled bubble that seemed never-ending.

“Slept well?” I didn’t have to look at him to know that he was smiling with his eyes still closed.

I snuggled even closer, “not enough.”

“If I had a pound every time you said you needed more sleep, I’d be a millionaire by now.”

“Wouldn’t that be great? We wouldn’t have to work for the rest of our lives,” I sighed against him dramatically and with a chuckle, Mason slowly drew back so that I had no other choice but to look up at him. His eyes, the colour of melted chocolate glistening with specks of caramel, were dancing with amusement, the morning glow dancing across the planes of his face.

“What?” I asked when his stare felt too unbearable. He liked doing that, staring at me as though I was something so much more important than what I was, as though I was an art piece he could spend hours admiring.

“Nothing,” he shook his head, “I just—“

“–like looking at you,” I finished for him, a teasing smile upon my lips, “is that what you were going to say?”

“Hm, Nah. I was gonna say that you have drool on your chin,” he shrugged with a smug smile and I proceeded to shove his shoulder before my fingers reached up to wipe it off. Except there was nothing.

I scowled, “idiot.”

“Your idiot,” he corrected as he pecked my nose, causing my eyes to flutter in surprise. His actions were always so sudden that they always made my heart flutter in the most unexpected ways, like now.

Another comfortable silence filled the room and we basked in the comfortable morning heat as the sun rose through the sky. Mason’s hand was a constant caress on my back, his other hand playing with the messy tendrils of hair sticking from my head like a bird’s nest. Meanwhile, I was busy tracing random shapes upon his collarbone, right where his shirt dipped to give way to barely naked skin.

“Hey.”

I glanced up at the said man as he murmured, “I’m hungry.”

“So?”

“So,” his leg proceeded to nudge mine underneath the covers, “what are we having for breakfast?”

A groan fell from my lips, “I cooked yesterday though.”

“I did the dishes last night,” he shot back, eyes holding mine in a manner that was taunting me. So I narrowed my own, squinting up at him before my hand went up to grab a hold of his cheeks and squish them, ignoring his splutter of protests, “you can’t use that against me. I wash the dishes every single day of the week.” to

“Come on,” his words came out in a messy jumble as he tried to shake off my fingers. I released my hold so that he could continue, “I thought you loved me.”

“And I thought you loved me.”

“I do!” he protested and barely tried restraining in a giggle when my eyes narrowed, “doesn’t seem like it now, does it?” I let out a huge, exaggerated sigh.

Even when I said all this, I knew that I was going to be crawling out of bed sooner or later to make his wishes come true, for I couldn’t help but feel pity for his strained work schedule. I had to admit that he worked twice as hard as I did and as much as I was trashing him for not playing fair, I didn’t mind cooking for Mason.

So pushing away his arms and proceeding to climb over his body, I let out a surprised yelp when I felt his arms encircle my waist before he flipped me over. He hovered over my figure, his body sliding right against mine like he was made to fit there with such ease, a completed puzzle piece that caused a strangled gasp to echo from the back of my throat.

He leaned in close, eyes sparkling in mischief and lips dancing in a suggestive smirk, eyebrow cocked up in that seductive way of his that caused my heart to stutter.

“Want me to show you how much?” his murmur washed against my face and he didn’t even give me time to respond before his lips had claimed mine in the most sinful of kisses, slanting right against my mouth as his hands trailed up my sides, underneath my shirt so that he could grip my waist more firmly.

I let out a soft gasp that he swallowed up whole, massaging my lips with his own and nibbling onto my mouth, asking for entrance. My hands went up to his hair, tugging him closer so that our bodies melted right into each other, kissing underneath the blankets as the sun beat down upon our forms, lost in our little world of romance. Wanting a little more of him, my hips bucked up against his, heat against his groin, and I relished in the soft moan that rumbled through him before his kisses resumed with even more passion. His hands didn’t hesitate to slip right up my shirt and palm at my chest, drawing a whine from me as I threw my head back as multiple sensations bloomed through my limbs and skittered down my spine.

I then wrapped my leg around his waist and flipped us over so that I was now straddling him because I didn't want to miss out on the excitement. Mason's hands entwined with mine as my hair fell in a curtain, and he couldn't help but chuckle. I held his arms above his head and couldn't help but grin as I looked at him, joy bursting through my chest in a flurry of glistening butterflies.

“I love you,” I blurted out abruptly.

As soon as we met one other's eyes, Mason’s eyes, which had before been closed by passion, abruptly opened. He followed my features with his eyes as his expression softened, and he then whispered, "I love you too." back to me.

And when I put my mouth in front of his, the kiss was delicate and sweet. It tasted so pure and full of gentle care that it made my heart race and the back of my neck flush with goosebumps.

My stomach growled.

Mason started chuckling beneath me as he reached out to tuck a hair behind my ear while giving me that endearing eye smile that, no matter how many times I've seen it, still has the power to make me melt.

“Breakfast?” he prompted, to which I happily agreed.

Quiet mornings like these, were my favourite.

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enews Model and actress Y/n L/n was seen enjoying her vacation with F1 driver Charles Leclerc in Monaco.

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Louis Tomlinson in Stockholm (March 25)

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oi, amiga! tenho um pedido com o louis. Vc já viu aquela matéria da epoca q ele namorava a danielle, e eles foram pra uma praia do mexico e ele foi inventar de tirar o biquini dela (já q topless é super comum nas praias do méxico) e os papz fotografaram, além da dani ser vista com cara de choro depois? podia fazer praticamente isso, só q com a sn e como os dois se sentiram nessa história toda?

Pareamento: Namorado!Louis x Leitora

Resumo: Uma tentativa de passar o fim de semana longe de fãs e paparazzi não dá tão certo para Louis e S/N e acaba parando em tabloides do mundo todo.

Gênero: Romântico/Tenso/Triste.

Restrições: Linguagem imprópria, xingamentos.

Notas da autora: Eu amei esse pedido??? Espero que goste do resultado 🥰 Tentei abordar a visão dos dois daquela situação (que a minha cabeça de fanfiqueira produziu), já que nenhum tabloide que deu mídia pra isso se importou em procurar por ela. Ah, mais uma coisa: nessa história, a personagem não é famosa.

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IT WAS ONLY A GOOD TIME

Verão, céu azul, praia em um paraíso mexicano... Aquela era a folga pelo qual Louis e S/N ansiavam há semanas. Tomlinson nunca se sentiu tão pressionado quanto no momento em que recebeu a notícia de que seu filho havia nascido. Obviamente ele estava feliz por finalmente poder ter Freddie em seus braços, mas ser uma pessoa pública em sua situação era complicado. Felizmente ele tinha sua namorada ao seu lado.

"Tem certeza que quer passar um final de semana no México quando seu filho acabou de nascer e você tem a mídia caindo em cima de você por não estar com a Brianna?" S/N pergunta preocupada, encarando as íris absurdamente azuis de Louis.

"É justamente por isso que eu preciso desses dois dias de folga com você" Ele sorri e segura as mãos da moça. "Sei que você também está sobrecarregada, nós dois precisamos disso. Não se sinta culpada, não estamos fazendo nada de errado, amor."

Ao receber o assentimento da namorada, Louis terminou de preparar as malas que já estavam quase prontas antes de ser questionado (pela terceira vez). No dia seguinte, os dois já estavam em um voo direto para a Cidade do Cabo. Era realmente um paraíso. Tomlinson já havia visitado aquele lugar algumas vezes, mas era a primeira vez de S/N.

"Por que nunca me trouxe aqui antes?" Ela pergunta com o olhar passeando por cada novidade da cidade litorânea.

"Você nunca me pediu." Ele dá de ombros e ri ao ver a revirada de olhos da namorada.

O sol estava forte demais e a praia começava a ficar cada vez mais cheia com o passar das horas. Louis e S/N decidiram que seria mais seguro se voltassem para o hotel e pegassem sol ao redor da piscina privativa da cobertura alugada por eles.

"É bom estar sozinho com você de novo." Louis afirma, atraindo o olhar da namorada para si enquanto acende um cigarro. Seus olhos encontram os dela e ambos sorriem. "Sem paparazzi, sem ligações da Brianna, sem agentes enchendo meu saco para dar entrevistas ou fazer pronunciamentos públicos sobre a minha vida pessoal. Só eu e você."

Um selinho rápido incrementa o romance do casal.

"É bom ver você relaxado, Lou." Ela sorri. "Seu stress estava me assustando um pouco. Espero que esse final de semana de ajude a ficar mais tranquilo para dar mais atenção ao seu filho quando voltarmos."

"Eu amo o jeito com que você se preocupa comigo e com tudo o que me envolve." Louis responde imediatamente. "Espero que Freddie possa crescer amando tanto você como eu te amo, e que um dia nossos filhos também possam."

Embora a ideia de ter filhos ainda assustasse um pouco S/N, ela resolveu não falar nada naquele momento, apenas sorrir, concordar e beijar o namorado. Não queria estragar aquele momento tão calmo e espontâneo.

"Lou..." Ela chama, ainda um pouco insegura com a situação que estava prestes a propor.

"Sim?" Tomlinson responde dando fim ao cigarro no meio de seus dedos.

"Eu percebi que as pessoas daqui tem o topless como algo super normal..." Pigarreia. "Serpa que você pode...?" Ela não completa a frase verbalmente, mas as mãos apontando para a parte de cima do biquíni preto que usava, falavam por si só.

"Tentando coisas novas?" Louis responde com as sobrancelhas arqueadas enquanto sorria gentilmente e se aproximava mais da namorada. "É claro que posso."

Com calma, Tomlinson desamarra as tiras da roupa de banho de S/N, que imediatamente a segura e dá outro beijo em Louis antes de deitar-se de costas na espreguiçadeira, pronta para tomar um pouco de sol.

O que parecia um momento tranquilo e descontraído entre o casal, acabou virando notícia mundial minutos depois. Louis e S/N não perceberam que haviam alguns paparazzo em volta deles, que acabaram fotografando tudo aquilo, inclusive S/N sem o biquíni.

"Estava tudo muito bom para ser verdade." Louis resmunga ao ouvir seu celular pessoal tocando sem parar.

"O que houve?" S/N pergunta levantando a cabeça, intercalando o olhar entre o rosto de Tomlinson e seu celular.

"Estou muito tentado a não atender..." Ele começa, mas é interrompido pelo toque do celular de S/N. "Ah, que ótimo!" Diz sarcástico.

"Deve ser importante, amor." Ela diz se sentando, cobrindo seus peitos com a toalha ao lado da espreguiçadeira. "Eu atendo o meu e você atende o seu, resolvemos o que quer que seja e depois voltamos a curtir nossa folga, sim?"

Ele apenas concorda com a cabeça e faz o que a namorada diz. Enquanto caminha para o outro lado do terraço privativo, não vê quando S/N atende o telefone e em questão de segundos começa a chorar de nervosismo.

"Que história é essa de você estar mostrando seus peitos por aí, S/N?" A voz de seu irmão mais velho grita de maneira rápida e enrolada do outro lado do telefone.

"O que?" Ela pergunta confusa, apertando ainda mais a toalha contra seu próprio corpo.

"Vários sites estão publicando fotos suas e de Louis tirando seu biquíni."

Àquela altura, os olhos da garota se encheram de lágrimas. Não de vergonha, nem de arrependimento, mas de nervosismo. Sua garganta fechou, seu rosto corou e ela não conseguia emitir mais uma palavra que fosse.

Ao mesmo tempo, do outro lado do terraço, Louis tinha uma reação completamente diferente.

"Espero que tenha um bom motivo para interromper meu dia de folga." Tomlinson resmunga.

"Não queria ter, acredite... Mas eu tenho." Seu agente responde tentando manter a calma - e surpreendentemente, conseguindo. "Fotos suas tirando o biquíni de sua namorada, seguidas de imagens dela sem a peça estão circulando a internet. São trending topic do Twitter e meu telefone não para de tocar."

"MAS QUE MERDA!" Louis grita. "Eu pedi só um final de semana de folga, mas não consigo nem isso!"

"Louis, você deveria pensar melhor no que faz..."

"Deveria pensar melhor um cacete!" Corta o homem de voz grossa do outro lado da linha. "Eu deveria ter privacidade nessa porra."

"Louis, eu preciso que você..." Ele começa, mas é interrompido mais uma vez.

"Você precisa apenas me deixar em paz até amanhã." Vira o rosto por dois segundos, encarando a namorada chorando do outro lado. "Agora vou tentar fazer S/N parar de chorar por conta dessa merda. Não faça nada, eu resolvo isso quando voltar para casa."

"Mas isso vai..."

"Tchau."

No momento em que desliga o celular, Louis corre até a namorada, que estava praticamente em estado de choque, segurando a toalha com força contra o corpo enquanto chorava ainda sentada na espreguiçadeira.

"Como isso aconteceu?" Ela pergunta sem reação.

"Algum filho da puta avisou os papz que estamos aqui. Me desculpe por isso." Ele a abraça, mas ela continua parada, segurando a toalha com as duas mãos.

"A culpa não é sua, Louis." Tenta sorrir. "Devíamos imaginar que isso aconteceria."

Louis levanta e induz S/N a fazer o mesmo.

"Vamos entrar, não quero que fiquemos à mercê de mais fotografias indesejadas."

Os dois se levantam e caminham até o quarto de hotel, onde Louis faz questão de conferir se todas as cortinas estavam fechadas. O restante daquele final de semana foi mais deprimente do que o esperado, já que os dois precisaram passar apenas no quarto.

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De volta a Londres, era impossível o casal circular pela cidade sem serem cercados por curiosos, fotógrafos e repórteres de todos os tabloides imagináveis.

Já faziam haviam se passado dois dias desde o ocorrido e a situação não parecia amenizar.

"Eu preciso fazer alguma coisa sobre isso, Lou." S/N diz em tom cansado. "Não aguento mais essa encheção de saco 24 horas por dia."

"Se você acha que há alguma coisa que possa fazer para amenizar isso, e que não vá te machucar mais ainda..."

"Isso nós não podemos prever." Ela sorri sem graça.

"Só não quero que você sofra pelas minhas merdas." Louis responde com o tom um tanto cabisbaixo.

"Eu já disse que a culpa não é sua, pare com isso."

"Então..." Ele pigarreia, desviando o assunto de si. "O que pretende fazer?"

S/N respira fundo e mostra o celular ao namorado.

"Usar a internet ao meu favor... Ou pelo menos tentar."

"Uau, isso foi..." Louis começa, após ler o post de S/N, tentando procurar palavras que descrevam o alívio que sentiu ao ver a externalização de sentimentos da namorada. "Sincero. Estou orgulhoso de você."

"Obrigada." Ela responde tímida, recebendo um abraço e um beijo na bochecha. "Vou ter que me acostumar com isso, uma hora ou outra."

"Me desculpe por isso." Ele diz mais uma vez, acariciando os cabelos da garota.

"Relaxa, Louis." Ela revira os olhos sorrindo. "Eu aceitei ficar com você mesmo sabendo que haveriam flashes de câmeras todas as vezes em que saíssemos. E ainda assim tenho certeza que você é perfeito para mim."

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