#Mason giggle ham

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guys, please. Watch it now

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𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀

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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.

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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

[nicolesainz]

Within The Limits (Ben Chilwell x Jenson Button x OC) Chapter 7

Author's note: Happy Belated Birthday to baby boy Jenson (he's 44 years old) Wish him nothing but the best!!

Warnings: none

If I had the balls to drive all the way to Manchester, I would. Or in this case, if Mason hadn't prevented me from doing so.

I really wanted to comfort Chelsea after what Mason told me had happened. Jenson really followed her all the way to the other side of England, only to offend her? What a joke of a man he is.

I wanted to call her as well, but that may had been a stretch given that, I wasn't her boyfriend, a close friend of hers, or anything else that could possibly explain why I was so worried about her.

I decided to settle for a small text, given it was the only option that wouldn't make me look like an annoying asshole or an obsessed man.

Me: Mase told me what happened. I wish I could've been there as well to help you. I am here if you need anything.

Simple, friendly and caring.

I put my phone on the nightstand before switching off the lights when suddenly there was a notification from my text messages. To my luck, it was Chelsea.

Chelsea: Thank you Ben, this means a lot. I will be better don't worry. And this goes for you to, I am here to listen to you if there is anything concerning you.

A smile softened my worries with Chelsea's sweet reply. She managed to make a thing that was concerning her, turn 180 degrees so she could let me know that my concerns were hers as well.

Now this was a girl worth falling in love with.

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It was one of the first few days that I woke up feeling good and not worried about anything. I wasn't thinking about Jenson or guilty about what I said to him. I had finally gotten everything I wanted to say to him out of my chest.

I grabbed my phone and went through all my emails regarding either Formula One or my upcoming commentary for Manchester United. I giggled at the email Crofty had sent me, asking if he could get a signed jersey with all of West Ham players signatures on it. Best part of it was the little PS at the end:

'If you could get Declan's as well, I would be thrilled. Will miss you in the commentary box Chels.'

I was getting very emotional about leaving the Formula One world behind even if that was for two years. I grew up loving this sport more than anything else. I do love football as well, I am not going to lie, but motorsport is my true passion.

I would be leaving behind my friends, the rest of the commentators, Lissie, Natalie, Ted, Crofty, Martin and some of the drivers as well, especially Lando, Alex and George.

I drove to the Sky office in Manchester where I met with Gary who wanted to give me a few updates on the squads, injured players, possible transfers, comebacks. I needed to get my notes ready for tomorrow's game.

"Onana and Amrabat are on AFCON, one of them coming back sooner but will be benched. Maguire still out, Mount is back in the main XI with Martinez as well and Marcus. All clear?" Gary asked whilst looking into his notes for anything else I should be aware of.

"Yes, all clear. Worry not, the game is gonna be a good one." I am lying to myself and probably every other Manchester United fan is as well. Team hasn't been to its best form but they are trying to get back on their feet.

"I will take your word for it little Chelsea. If there is anything else you want to ask, give me a call or Roy. He may be available more often than I am." He advices me as we walk out of the office together.

"How does it feel to be a full time football commentator now? Excited?" Gary kindly asks, even though he may secretly know my answer already.

"Full time may excite me more than part time given that 99% of the time I was jet lagged. If I have you with me then I am sure that things will be better. Plus, it will be easier for my father to tell me to ask the players about autographs so he can cherish in his office."

Gary was one of the first people I got to meet when I became a part of Sky's team. Him and Ted who had been lifelong commentators. Both sports welcomed me wholeheartedly.

At that moment, a white Porsche drove up to us and parked at the side. I instantly recognised it, being Mason's, that he was going to drive us all the way to London for Ben's first game back after the injury.

"Already found friends, didn't you Chelsea?" Gary nudged me playfully. “Those F1 drivers are gonna come for your ass, Mount.” He said to Mason as I was getting on the passengers seat next to him.

“Not for my ass. Maybe a friend of mine’s” Mason winked at me as we both waved goodbye to Gary and drove all the way to London.

During the entire ride, Mason and I mostly talked about football. What were my views on the team’s season, what would happen now that England qualified for the Euros and how is their loss at the 2021 final going to affect them or maybe how the new entries will enhance the dynamic of the team.

Then out of the blue, my phone started buzzing in my bag.

It was Jenson.

“Does he not know what the phrase ‘I need some space’ means?” The Manchester man said in an irritated manner, as we were entering London’s main road.

“It’s complicated. I think I was too harsh on him the other day when I left him. I mean, before he followed me back to my house.” I had a reason to get upset. He basically said I’d be an easy target for all the horny footballers.

“So, my question is, are you boyfriend and girlfriend? Cause I’ve seen the way you look at him during the post race analysis and trust me, but that’s the eyes talking when someone is in love.”

Is it that apparent that I am in love with Jenson? I haven’t had any of the other commentators comment on that. I mean, yeah, Lissie knows what’s going on between me and him but other than that, the rest may believe it’s pure admiration for such a figure. He was a world champion after all.

“Two years ago, I admitted to Jenson how much I admired him and I spoke very highly of him during an interview. Like you said, the way I was looking at him wasn’t the friendliest of all and given that he used to be my father’s favorite driver alongside Mark Webber, Jenson started flirting with me very intensely. I didn’t hesitate to flirt back and after the Canadian Grand Prix, when Jenson had forgot to book a hotel room, I let him stay with me. One thing led to another and now we are here.”

Mason was stunned with what he had just heard. He was trying to say something but he couldn't find the words to phrase it. This made me worry even more with how my relationship with Jenson could evolve soon.

"It sounds so odd. It looks like he was trying to get something out of you. Like he wanted you to be this close to him. I can't really explain it."

Mason could actually explain it very well, he just had to say it as it was, but he didn't want to hurt my feelings. I had to found out myself to eventually realise what was going on.

"My relationship with Jenson has always been a bit bumpy. I think you could tell from how possessive he was acting around me and you with Ben."

"He was so worried that we would seduce you and take you away from his grasp. I get that footballers don't always have the best of reputations and we are labeled as the 'playboys' but we don't want to steal other's girlfriends. Plus, Ben isn't the type of man that would hit on a woman so coldly. He is too nice to act like a dick."

"Hence why we fought. He thinks one of the footballers I will be engaging with, will flirt with me and I will instantly end with him on bed."

Mason's grasp around the wheel got more tight and his knuckled turned white as each word was leaving my mouth.

"I missed the opportunity to knock him out when I was by your house. He's so pathetic to even think that. Chels, I have seen you around the flirt tricks of footballers and not even once you flinched. Always stayed professional. Couldn't he tell by the post game interviews?"

"Also another reason why I stopped being part of the post game interview squad. Jenson was scared I would break in the end and flirt on public television with one of them. Now he can't do anything about it. I will be full time around the players."

"Karma is a bitch they say." Mason laughed and I followed him along. It felt so cathartic to finally get out of my system everything that has happened. I needed to vent to someone and I am more than thankful Mason was willing to listen to me.

"Enough talking about the grandpa. Now it is time to enjoy some Premier League football." When the blinding lights of Stamford Bridge started becoming brighter, my heartbeat rose as the realisation hit me that for the first time I would be in the guest box alongside a world famous footballer.

Mason guided us through the back entrance and was greeted with love, despite being a former player for the club. We made a small stop to the changing rooms, although I wasn't allowed inside. The door was half opened, and peaking would be rude and invasive, so I just stayed at the corner before the entrance to the box.

When the door opened, Mason was carrying a shirt on his hand and a few seconds later, he handed it to me with a massive smile plastered on his face. I took it and opened it wide, only for the name 'Chilwell' and the number '21' to be presented in front of my eyes.

"It was only fitting you took Ben's number since I am no longer in the club. Also he is captaining the team today so it will be an honour wearing his name and number." Mason said with such pride, talking for his former club which was his home for so many years.

I didn't say a word and threw the shirt on, adjusting it against the one I was already wearing. It was the perfect size and Mason's eyes were glued on the name of the shirt.

"He will love it" he softly murmured hoping I wouldn't listen, but yet I did.

"What was that?" I said to catch him off guard, even though I heard what he said clearly.

"Nothing dear. Well, shall we take our seats? The game is about to start." He scratched the back of his neck nervously and guided us to our seats. From where we were sitting, you would have the best view of the Bridge. It was beautiful. The atmosphere was magical and despite the team having another difficult season, the fans were always present to support them.

Crystal Palace was an easy opponent given that Chelsea hasn't lost to them either home or away in years. It would be three easy points to clench and celebrate. Although the nervousness was apparent on the player's faces, besides Thiago's.

Thiago was the saving grace from PSG that decided to follow along Thomas Tuchel and lead Chelsea to ultimate success. He was the defender that would complete the defending duo of Ben and Reece.

"Come on Chelsea!!!" I screamed as loud as I could, even though the male screams were louder than mine. Mason was startled with my scream but eventually got along with it and started singing chants as well.

"I am assuming you are a fan of the club then?"

"Hence the name. And otherwise I would be buried outside of the Emirates."

The camera was always pointing on Ben and a smile would instantly form on my lips whenever my eyes focused on his figure. He deserved to be captaining the team and I was sure the night was going to be successful!

I took out my phone and took a picture of Ben on the pitch from the big screen on top of the stadium. I was giggling like a teenage girl who was stalking her lifelong crush. It took me long to realise that I had a pair of eyes watching my every move next to me which person happened to be the captain's best friend.

"Oh no please, don't let me stop you from admiring good old Chilly. I think he will need all the good luck he can get tonight." Mason gloated and teased me at the same time, earning a devilish eyebrow raise from me.

The game went by pretty smoothly. It was indeed an easy win for the team given that two goals were scored in the first half, with Ben assisting twice and even though Palace draw one goal as well, this didn't stop the team from scoring again and this time, Ben wasn't the one who assisted but instead threw the ball behind the net.

My cheers were indescribably loud and my excitement was off the charts. After an injury and to perform like that was more than incredible. Ben played fantastically and both me and Mason were extremely proud of everyone but most Ben.

After the game finished, the players stayed on the pitch to applause the audience along with Pochettino to thank them for the support and hoping the enjoyed the game. When the stadium started emptying up and the players were still on the grass, I started shouting Ben's name so he could see who else was in attendance.

"Chilwell" I screamed at least 5 times before I left Mason unable to hear from his left ear and finally caught Ben's attention. When he notices it was me and Mason, his eyes widened and a smile formed that expanded all the way from his mouth to the tip of his ears.

Mason took my hand and led us to the dressing room with the entire team and went to congratulate everyone as I was waiting once again outside. This time, when the door opened, it wasn't Mason who's showed up, but the man of the match instead.

I instantly wrapped my arms around his neck and took him in into a tight hug, despite him being all sweaty. His body was warm and I would've loved to stay into his arms for an eternity.

"Congratulations on a wonderful game Benji. I am so proud of you. What a game from your side." I had witnessed a lot of brilliant games and Ben deserved all the recognition tonight.

"Thank you darling. This was all your doing. I sensed your positive energy in the audience and was ready to push. Hope I was entertaining." He wined playfully at me and within seconds butterflies started forming inside my stomach and fluttering around.

"If I could give you all the awards of the world, I definitely would. And maybe luck on indeed on my back tonight." I said cryptically before turning around to unveil the number that was plastered on my shirt.

"From now on, you are my official lucky charm. I will be needing you in attendance to all my games." He joked, although Ben was sounding very serious, which I took seriously as well for a moment. If I was being honest, I would try to attend as many of his games I could. If I had the chance, I surely would.

"I can't promise anything Mr. Chilwell, although be sure that I will be carrying around your number for good luck wherever I go. No matter the game or stadium. Trust me." I was being truthful. If Ben performed so great tonight, I was sure that this good performance would continue in the following games.

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The Princess & the Football Player | Chapter 37

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A few years later…

"Good morning, your Royal Highness."

"Good morning, Declan Rice" I say while stretching.

"After today you'll have to stop calling me that."

"Why? It is your name, isn't it?" 

"It is. But today is my last game as a professional football player. I won't be Declan Rice anymore. Just Declan" he shrugs.

"You will forever be Declan Rice, West Ham player, England's captain, and World Cup winner" I say while hugging him.

"Yeah" he smiles. "I can't believe I managed to do all that. To follow my dream, fight for it, and actually achieve it."

"Your dreams. In plural."

"Uh?"

"You said you always dreamt about marrying Princess Eleanor, and look where she is. Half naked in your bed" I smirk.

"That's actually true" he says, kissing my cheek. "Though I still haven't married her."

"But now you will be able to. If you want to, of course."

"Eleanor, are you asking me to marry you?" Declan chuckles.

"What? No, no. I'm just saying that maybe you don't want to marry me and have to deal with everything that will come with it."

"Like being king consort one day?"

"For example" I say, playing with a loose thread on the duvet.

"Eleanor… Eleanor, look at me" Declan says, lifting my chin. "I love you. All of you. Titles and everything. If I didn't… If I wasn't sure of what I felt for you and that you are the one, I wouldn't be here, right now, with you. I would have run away a long time ago."

"You actually ran away once. You can do it again."

"Eleanor…" he sighs.

"I'm sorry. But now that you won't be a professional footballer anymore there won't be anything stopping us from taking the next step. And it is a huge one." 

"I know."

"People will constantly talk about it, ask us when we are going to do it, ask us to do it."

"And if we cared about what others say, we wouldn't be together" he chuckles.

"I guess. But…"

"I'm ready, Eleanor" Declan says while caressing my cheek. "I'm ready for our future together and what it entails. You supported me and my dream all these years, and now it is my turn to support you."

"Are you sure?" 

"100%."

"I love you, Declan Rice."

"And I love you, your Royal Highness."

"Can you show me how much, tho?" I say, stopping him when he is about to kiss me.

"What?" 

"I mean, I know you have a game later today and all that, but it is your last and you probably won't be playing the whole thing, you won't be needing the same amount of energy as before. And if you play badly, you'll have an excuse."

"Oh… I see" he smirks. 

"What do you say, then? Can you show me how much you love me or since you are retiring you are too old for these things?" I ask with a mischievous smile.

"Old? Old?" he says while moving to be on top of me, making me giggle. "You'll see what this old man can do."

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"Mason, please be careful! He's your son!" Roberta says. 

"I know what I'm doing! " he replies.

"Nine months after the last time you said that Romeo was born."

"Burn!" Declan laughs.

"Meh meh meh" Mason replies, rolling his eyes.

We are the only ones left on the pitch of the London Stadium, Declan and Mason playing football with Romeo, his and Roberta's son.

"Every time they play football he does those tackles and I fear he's gonna hit him. He's just a kid, not one of his rivals! And… Eleanor, are you listening to me?"

"Yeah, yeah" I say.

"Oh my God, Eleanor. Why are you crying again?" Roberta laughs.

"I'm sorry" I chuckle, wiping away a tear. "I thought that after the game and all the tributes I had no tears left behind, but seeing him play with Romeo is so cute... He's gonna be an amazing dad."

"Wait, are you...?"

"What? No, no. I'm just thinking about the future. Now that he has retired we can finally think about marrying, starting a family and all that."

"Are you sure you aren't?"

"I'm sure, Roberta. I always take precautions."

"They sometimes fail. That's how Mason's sister got pregnant with her second."

"I'm not pregnant" I say, whispering that last word. We are alone, but you never know who may show up out of nowhere.

"But you've been feeling so... Emotional lately. Anything and everything makes you cry, and you've never been that sensitive."

"My boyfriend just retired from football and we are about to start a new chapter in our lives. Of course I am more sensitive than usual."

"I know, but… When should you be getting your period?"

"I got it last week, so I definitely am not pregnant."

"Oh, shame… I liked the idea of us being pregnant at the same time" Roberta shrugs.

"Wait what?" I say, raising my voice.

"Everything ok over there?" Mason asks.

"Peachy, love" Roberta smiles.

"What did you mean by being pregnant at the same time?" I ask while walking away from the boys.

"I'm feeling the same I felt when I got pregnant with Romeo, and we stopped taking precautions a couple of months ago."

"Oh... My God! Have you taken a test?"

"No, not yet. Will you take it with me? I am so nervous… I shouldn't because I already went through all this, but…"

"Of course I will. I was there for you the first time, and I will be there for you now."

"Thank you, Ellie. You are the best friend ever" Roberta says while hugging me.

"So are you" I reply. "But now you've made me cry again!"

"I am crying too!"

"Friends that cry together stay together" I chuckle.

"They definitely do."

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For the ask game: 3, 19, 29, 30?

3. i am most proud of "visited upon the sons." i think the quality of all my writing was questionable this year, but this fic did exactly what i wanted it to do, and it was so fun to write, once i got in the headspace, that i still miss it. it was also fun getting to write a whole "making of" post about it.

wait guys i hit post too soon LOL watch this space

19. let's see, i already said pepling and frank+daddy A...i would like to write the gross jamie x franko x christine threesome, i won't lie! i'd also love to explore more of Frank Sr's motivations for how he feels about harry 👀

29. i can't choose favorites of anything! i do love:

-But here he is kissing Rob in Rob’s car with the steering wheel on the wrong side and it doesn’t feel anything but right.  from "the prerogative to have a little fun"

-You will remember Granit Xhaka’s last night in this office, on this desk, glowing like something more than human, as much as he’d insist he was no more than a man.  Glowing like an angel—the kinds from the Bible, the ones so beautiful and terrible, the kinds whom God trusts to convey His messages.

You’d always thought of Granit as your beautiful beast, but in the end you were wrong.  You met him as a beast.  He left you as an angel.

Only a supernatural force could move on from this, and you, Mikel Arteta, with the name everyone but Granit mispronounces, are exceptional, but you are human too.  You had an angel in your office, and now there’s a darkness around the edges of the room that the overhead lights can’t dream of illuminating. from "how to stay there"

and of course--everyone knows i'll say this!!--

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And now he’s alone.  Or is he? 

There’s a ghost somewhere in the ripped pieces on the floor, and there’s a ghost in bed with Mason.

And the ghost has a name—he’s never known before, and he’s wondered for decades now. It has the same name as the one on the Wall of Fame at Stamford Bridge.  It has the same name as the one there, ripped and thrown to the bedroom floor.  It has the same name as Dad, as it happens.  And it’s here, thinking his thoughts.  Holding his Mason tight like it loves him. from "visited upon the sons"

but also from there i like--well i like the whole fic but i also enjoy--

Mason saying “I love you, daddy,” like the wind’s been knocked out of him.

He thinks of the West Ham jersey crumpled in the bedroom.  God, why?  Why has he kept it?  Why does he talk about the bad times out in public, so openly it seems to go against some kind of survival instinct? 

Dad’s never mentioned it.  Never said son we should talk about all that. Never even said why the fuck do you bring that old shit up?  Crying for some cake again Frankie, ain't you?  Never, nothing, like he’d never told the stories, like he’d opened his mouth and no sound had come out.

He gropes behind him with the hand that’s not down the back of Mason’s joggers, finds the neck of the rosé bottle.  There’s still some left. He drinks right out of the bottle. 

“Don’t get drunk, daddy,” Mason giggles.  “You’re my manager.”

Mason, Mason, Mason.  Don’t get drunk, daddy.  You’re his manager.  Even though Jamie got drunk, Jamie and Dad and Uncle Harry and—Jamie and—

He presses his forehead to Mason’s and then kisses him and tastes his moans, sweet like wine against his lips.

30. the biggest surprise while writing actually came from writing "visited upon the sons!" i don't really follow many gender or sexuality expectations but also sort of don't advertise this in the real world--i just live my life--and i came away from writing this realizing how much i truly hate and not just hate--resent!--heteronormative societal expectations being put on me. in most of 2023 i was putting in the hard work trying to feel comfortable around "normal" people and a lot of this involved me being a part of conversations with very very typical "cishet" opinions like 'can men and women truly be FRIENDS' and 'i hate waxing and it's expensive but i gotta do it for my boyfriend!' all of which left me very "bitch, you live like this?" i realized when writing frank's memories that the extent to which he is so tired of Lads always bringing up The Ladies is very much a reflection of something i felt strongly about that i didn't even realize. and genuinely, i think realizing this helped me feel so much more comfortable in my own skin? so thank you, Fucked Up Franko <3 viva la lampardverse!

[eljeebee]

It's Harvestfest! Sophia woke up early to hang up some decorations. Someone else also woke up early!

"Good morning, Mama!" Louie said, jogging down the stairs.

"Careful, Lou. And good morning!"

"Come closer," Louie motioned to his mother.

"Oh, what's going on?" Sophia asked, amused.

"Mama, don't tell this to anyone...," Louie leaned in, whispering, looking around. Jason was checking something from their bulletin board. He was scratching his butt, yawning. "Keep this a secret, okay?"

"Okay!" Sophia whispered back. "What is it?"

"You're my favorite!"

Sophia smiled widely. "Aw, buddy! Come here!" She hugged him tight.

"Alrighty, Lou," Sophia said. "Why not go ahead and freshen up? Papa and I still need to prepare for Harvestfest."

"Can we please have Key Lime Pie?" Louie asked, pleading.

"Did someone say, Key Lime Pie?" Jason echoed.

"Yeah!"

"Alright, we'll make that later for lunch!"

"Hooray!" Louie raced upstairs.

"Be careful!"

The grinding won't stop for Louie. He's gonna master riding that bike sooner!

And while he's at it, his parents are busy preparing food.

"You know, cupcake, Mason is awfully quiet today," Jason said. "Should we make it....a little noisy?"

"Oh, stop it, you!" Sophia giggled. "This ham won't get cooked if someone doesn't do it!"

[choicescreen]

details of finn and toby’s apartment on the upper west side:

smells like lavender and orange.

soft turkish carpets.

silk top hat with a worn side on the wall. a friend gave it to them after his show closed. finn used it for a costume when greta turned 12 and he hammed it up for her birthday party. he wore a tuxedo with tails and spoke in rp english for the whole night. he had everyone doing the same by the end of it, and the whole family wouldn’t stop giggling.

mason jar full of guitar picks. they’re toby’s. finn calls them guitar pickles.

terracotta colored couch that’s really comfy.

papier-mâché elephant on top of an old carved 1920s trunk.

many, many photographs -- most of them are loved ones, some are striking a pose, while some are candids. 

huge record collection.

some of finn’s paintings. most of those are in the building’s basement, though.

big personal library. four shelves! not entirely organized but that’s the charm, isn’t it?

lots of other sentimental items, decorations, and an assortment of endearingly kitschy knickknacks and design choices.

their bedroom’s got wispy, white curtains. there’s a red acoustic guitar in the corner. two pairs of slippers. two bathrobes -- yellow (finn), blue (toby).

toby’s bedside table has “empty cigarette packs, half a bottle of gin, and a york peppermint pattie wrapper”. finn’s has an old-fashioned alarm clock, and a frame with three photographs in it, containing: finn (35) and toby (27) in london, toby leaning his cheek to rest on finn’s head, 1976 (top), greta (8) and june (6) painting on easels in the living room, 1978 (middle), finn (17) and danni (20) -- his sister, june’s mom -- on a beach on the fourth of july, 1958 (bottom).

“so, which things are yours?” “i’ve lived here for almost nine years, june. it’s hard to say exactly what’s mine.”

[mountswhore]

One where you and mason have a 2 year old son already and recently you’ve been extremely tired and mason points out that the only other time he’s seen you this tired is when you were pregnant. You don’t believe him so he makes you take a test and it’s positive! Thanks babe I love your writing so much❤️

𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐢𝐭 — mason mount

summary: mason has an inkling you are pregnant again, and not even you had noticed

notes: requests are open!

“Come on mummy,” your son, Sydney zoomed past your legs and almost fell into his father, who was sat on the couch watching the West Ham match, “Uncle Declan is playing.”

Sydney was excited to watch Uncle Declan play, and was adamant on you leaving your gardening for another day. You’d cleaned your hands and sat onto the couch beside Mason with a huff, his hand instinctively grabbing yours to pull you closer to him. You were laid between his legs now, his arms around you, and Sydney sat, completely immersed, by the tv.

“You’ll get square eyes if you sit that close, Syd.” Mason commented, his son barely registering his voice before shuffling back. You were half asleep on Mason, head completely settled on his chest and your eyes fluttering closed, before Mason jolted.

“Hey, what’s gotten you so tired?” He asked, now brushing your hair from your face and smiling down at you, but you just yawned and settled back into his chest. You had your eyes slightly open, watching as your son followed the ball with his eyes, a hopeful smile on his face. Although he’s a Chelsea boy, he loves Uncle Dec.

“I don’t know,” you sighed, turning to look up at him with a small smile on your face, “Syd’s hard work.” The pair of you laugh before your son had quickly turned round after hearing his name, a frown on his face. It was scary how alike him and his dad looked.

The evening of the West Ham game didn’t concern Mason, he just assumed you were tired because of your motherly duties. But it had played on his mind when you were all in the car, on your way to his parents house for the weekend.

“Can you carry my bags out, bubs?” You asked him, Mason agreeing almost immediately with a kiss to your cheek, Syd in his other arm. You’d trudged to the drivers seat, sighing as you strapped yourself in, waiting for Mason to lock up and get in. But he’d walked round to the drivers seat, a stern face and folded arms as he’d seen you sat there.

“I’m driving.” Mason stated, unbuckling your seatbelt for you and assisting you out. “Come on, grandma,” he laughed, pouting at you as you shot him a look, settling into the passenger seat. “Ready, Syd?”

“Yes daddy!” He cheered. You giggled, Mason grabbing your hand and resting it on the gearstick as he drove. Just as he was about to open his mouth, he looked over to find you completely asleep. Giggling to himself at how quick you were out, he squeezed your hand and looked into the rear view mirror.

“Guess it’s just you and me, Syd.”

Even as you spent the weekend with his family, Sydney and Summer playing together, catching up with his family, and going out for a nice meal and walk, you were resting on the couch the moment you’d gotten inside. Mason didn’t even get time to take his shoes off before his mum was pointing at you and giggling.

“That was quick.” His mum laughed, following Mason into the kitchen to make a bottle for Sydney before bed.

Mason hummed, concern evident in his voice as he shook the bottle gently. His mum had taken notice to this, rolling her eyes at her son.

“Give her a break, Sydney is full of energy at this age.”

“I am giving her a break, mum,” Mason sighed, leaning against the counter, “I’m just concerned.”

“Well, I think we both have an inkling as to what it is.”

“Do we?”

“Yes,” his mum laughed, scooping up Sydney as he’d run into the kitchen, and taking the bottle from Mason, “I think you need to talk to her about it.” Mason’s features had reddened, thinking about another baby. You were absolutely hilarious when you were pregnant, more than you were usually, and your cravings were the funniest. You had him, Ben, and Declan running around for you.

Maybe it would nice to have another little baby?

Mason had found you in the living room, scooping you up to carry you up the stairs, waking you in the process. You stirred, your eyes opening to find Mason stripping his coat and hoodie from his body to get into bed. “I need to talk to you.”

Oh, fuck. Was Mason the type to break up with you, the mother of his child, at his parents home? It wasn’t like him, so what was the ominous statement for? He’d pulled you into him, thumb stroking your arms.

“You need to take a test.” Mason mentioned, watching you pull away from him with a grimace on your face.

“Who has given you herpes?” You exclaimed, sitting the furthest away from him. Mason just laughed into his hands, trying to tug you back over to him.

“If it was herpes, it would’ve been you, idiot.” Mason remarked. “I don’t sleep with anyone else.”

“You have COVID?” You shrieked, covering your mouth and nose with your hoodie, but Mason had successfully grabbed you and pulled you on top of him, holding your hips firmly so you didn’t escape. He looked up at you, your features glowing. All the more proof that you are pregnant, he could barely focus as you smiled down at him, looking like a goddess.

“I think you might be pregnant, doll.”

You laughed, the words coming from his mouth were daunting. “I think I’d know that before you, dummy.”

“The only other time I’ve seen you this tired, and glowy, is when I found out we were expecting Syd.” Mason reasoned, his eyebrows raising as he waited for a cocky remark from you. You were stunned, he was right. It could be true.

“I guess I’ll take a test tomorrow, then.”

And here you were. Waiting the dreaded three minutes, and you were cradling yourself outside the bathroom door. Mason, his mum, and sister, were all surrounding you, anxiously waiting for the result.

“Okay, that’s the timer,” Mason’s sister stated, grabbing your hand and pulling you up, entering the bathroom with you. Mason and his mum following closely behind. You didn’t look, you let his sister look for you, and judging by the squeals and cheers from all three of them, it was positive.

You felt faint. Holding onto Mason, he looked down at you and peppered your face with a million kisses, overjoyed that you were expecting again. Another baby, another weird batch of cravings, another 9 months of throwing up, feeling tired, aching constantly, waking up in the middle of the night to pee. Was it worth it? Absolutely. Because of the smile on Mason’s face when you said you were expecting, the tears that fell when he finally held Sydney for the first time, the closer connection the two of you had throughout each trimester. It was all worth it.

“I knew it,” Mason yelled, holding onto you tightly and jumping around, “I knew you were pregnant.” The last sentence he’d mumbled to you, holding onto your face so tight, smiling down at you as you looked up to him.

[lqvesoph]

christmas baking (ft. summer) - mason mount

Christmas Masterlist (my gif)

Summer comes by to bake Christmas cookies with both of you, Mason not knowing his own kitchen and making a bit of a mess

clingy mason

“Uncle Masey“, Summer squealed, when running through the door. “Summer, your shoes are dirty!” Jaz yelled from the car, in attempt to stop her. But the little one did not care at all and jumped into the arms of her uncle.

“Hey baby”, he smiled, attacking her with kisses. You smiled at sight of Mason messing round with his niece.

“Thank you for doing this with her”, Jaz said to you, putting down Summer’s bag and giving you a hug right after. “No problem, we’re always happy to have her”, you smiled.

“Summer’s clothes are in this bag, I even packed a small jersey with Mason’s name and number but pssst, I want it to be a surprise”, his sister told you, smirking.

You and Mason had agreed on taking Summer for the day and tomorrow. She desperately wanted to bake with her favorite auntie and uncle as she told you on the phone yesterday. Mason had a game tomorrow, against West Ham, you both of you thought it would be a good idea to take Summer to see ‘Uncle Dec’ again.

“Can we start?”, Summer asked impatiently, wriggling herself out of Mason’s arms. “Take your shoes off first, you’ve already made the entrance dirty”, her mum scolded her. Summer nodded, ignoring the warning glance her mother gave her.

You smirked at Mason. “I know who she’s got that from”, you said, staring directly into his eyes. “Me? Never!”, he mouthed, smirking afterwards.

“I will get going. Call me if something happens”, Jaz said her goodbye, being pushed out of the house by Summer. “Nothing will happen, I got auntie and uncle Masey”, she laughed and ran to the kitchen.

“Did you already bake?”, Summer yelled. “Your auntie did, she would only let me watch”, Mason said, throwing a glaring look at you. You shoo him into the kitchen to his niece to prevent her from doing anything or injuring herself.

"Thanks again, for taking her. She wouldn't shut up about seeing you", Jaz smiled, hugging you goodbye.

"Can we do the cookies? With sprinkles?", Summer asked when you walked into the kitchen. She was up in Mason's arms who put her on the counter. "Of course, love. Can you get the ingredients?", he asked, looking for you. You laughed at the fact you probably knew Mason's kitchen better than himself.

Mason shook his head at you and mouthed a small 'I hate you' whereupon you send him an air kiss and a little wave. Summer sat on the counter, impatiently waiting for her uncle to come back with the stuff they needed.

"I think Mason should get the stuff we need, what about you, Summer?", you challenged your boyfriend, knowing Summer would agree with you.

"Yes! Uncle Masey, get them!", she giggled. "Yeah, go Uncle Masey, get the ingredients!", you called, laughing.

Mason stood in front of the fridge. "Where's the flour?", he mumbled, eyes shifting up and down the fridge. You put your fingers over your mouth, acting like you were nibbling on them but in reality, you were only trying to hide your smirk.

"Why is he looking for the flour in the fridge?", Summer whispered to you, a confused expression on her face. You went over to the cupboard, pulling out the flour and handing it to Mason.

"You looking for that?", you questioned, making Mason turn around to you. "Yeahhh", he said, scratching the back of his neck and taking the flour to his niece.

After about ten minutes you had all the ingredients you needed. Summer was more of a help than Mason was to be honest. He looked for the butter in the freezer...

"I want to put in the flour, mum taught me", Summer squealed excited, already grabbing the bag from Mason, spilling a bit on his black tracksuit. She didn't care at all and just put it into the bowl.

"Summer wait, I think that's enough-", you tried to grab the bag from her little hands but only spilled it next to the bowl. "Auntie! You've made a mess!", Summer laughed, putting her hands into the flour on the counter and letting it trickle down your hair.

"Summer!", you chuckled, hearing Mason chuckle behind you. "You look like a grandma", Mason laughed, stoking your hair. "Excuse me?", you acted shocked and offended. You grabbed a bit of flour and threw it on Mason's hair. "Take that, grandpa", you laughed.

His mouth was opened in shock before he came running to you, grabbing your waist from behind, lifting you up. You let out a squeal, grabbing onto his arms around your stomach. Summer's laughters were heard in the background when you felt Mason's lips close to my ear. "I love you", he whispered, pressing a small kiss under it and making you blush.

"Uncle Masey, stop it! I want to bake!", Summer complained throwing more flour on the two of you. You tried to contain your laughters, tapping Mason's hands and signaling him to let go of you. But he didn't, he kept clung to you.

Summer gave him a dirty look but turned to her cookie dough. "Can you do the eggs?", she asked pointing to the box. You waddled over with Mason still clung to you and put the eggs in the bowl.

Summer started mixing everything and once the dough was ready, she excitedly grabbed the forms cutters. "I want to do a star", she called, grabbing the star.

"I want a heart", Mason said behind you, one hand leaving your waist and grasping the heart-shaped cutter. His chin was resting on your shoulder and you watched as he tried to lift the cutter piece up with only one hand.

"You want some help?", you muttered, quickly taking a look over to Summer to see how she was doing.

The little girl was already on her fourth piece, so you turned your eyes back to Mason's dough and helped him out it on the sheet metal.

Mason gave up after five pieces, actually there were eight but he screwed three of them up and then went back to clinging onto you and resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Can I get the pink sprinkles?", Summer asked, already holding her hand out. Mason handed them over to his niece and grabbed the blue ones himself. You painted the cookies with egg and the two of them put the sprinkles on it, well more like spilled.

You were sure at the end you'd have half of them next to the cookies and the boxes would be empty. Mason grabbed the last piece of cookie dough, rolling it and forming the first letter of your name.

You couldn't help but smile when he put the blue and pink heart sprinkles on it. He was way too adorable.

Mason noticed the way you smiled at him. "What?", he asked, returning the small smile. "I love you", you whispered, before putting your lips on his.

"Hey! Uncle Masey, stop it!", you heard a voice before sprinkles were spilled all over the two of you.

[princessdemo]

hi wifey … lemme req up my ddilf deccyyy😩🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻where ya know u realise hes already such a great dog parent to raffa and mayhaps u bring up a conversation of having ur own children bc u think he’d be such a great dad and hes like OH???? thought raffa would always be our baby but ig not 👁👁n he gets all shy bc inside hes so excited that u brought up the wanting a baby convo🥺🥺🥺i love u so much and i cant wait to hype u up even more mi amour <3

The best dog parent - Declan Rice. 

HI BAE!!💗💘💓💝 I’m sorry you have been waiting for ages! thank you so much for your request. I do apologise it’s bad and not like what you wanted it to be BUT THERES ROOM FOR IMPROVEMENT 👍🏼 I LOVE U SOOO MUCH MY SOULMATE FOREVER 💓💗💝😭💘💕💗

Seeing Declan and Raffa together filled your heart with so much love.

To say the kid was obsessed with the dog was an understatement. Sometimes you think he loves Raffa more than captaining West Ham, which is a hell of a lot. The two together could be described as stuck together like glue, a special bond so close. What ever Dec did, Raffa did too.

Dec would often leave training 20 minutes early so that he could take Raffa on an evening walk before it was dark. Or you would find him coming home with several cuddly toys for his little cockapoo, spending great deals of money. During the summer of Euros. Declan would frequently facetime you, not to speak to yourself but to his little ‘child’ Raffa instead. Seeing how much love he has for the pup, really makes you wonder what he would be like having his own children. You both haven’t had the baby talk yet, him being busy with the Euros and football, whilst you busy dealing with your job. 

You and Dec were currently on your daily walk, the golden cockapoo by Dec’s side ready to be let off the lead and run free. This was one of your favourite moments of the day, hand in hand with the person you love. Surrounded by gorgeous greenery, you never want these times to end. Once you reach the safe dog walking area in the park, Dec crouches down ruffling Raffa’s head before unclipping his lead from his collar. You both laugh as he dashes off, wanting to play with the other dogs.

“Look! he’s made a friend.” Dec smiles, pointing to Raffa with a big smile on his face before grabbing his phone out and capturing the moment. “Is that going to Mason? Or to the folder on your camera roll with hundreds of pics of him already?” You question, eyebrows knitted together. 

“Both babe, I’ve got to be able to show the team how clever my little baby is. And I want to look at it again later-.” He looks at you with a serious face, as you giggle at how whipped he was over his dog. 

“You are so good with him, you know.” You blurt out,. He smiles widely at you, face beaming with pride. “Of course, he’s my baby.” He grins, throwing one of Raffa’s many toys in his direction. 

“Never thought about having your own actual little baby?” You mumble, the thought of having kids being fresh in your mind. Your heart racing after the words that had just spilled from your mouth, unsure on Dec’s reaction. You tilt your head, facing away from him and looking in another direction, nibbling on your bottom lip as a distraction. 

Dec turns at the sound of your voice, confused as to what he was hearing. “What?” He questions, needing you to repeat again, to make sure he heard correctly the first time.

“Just-“-seeing you with Raffa. You are so good with him and it fills my heart with so much joy, you do everything for him. He’s so lucky to have you as his owner.” He gives you a warm smile, heart filling at your precious words. “-It’s just, what I’m trying to say is-” You breathe out before clearing your throat. You gaze at the ground, not wanting to look at Dec, your worries giving you negative thoughts. 

“- I want to have a baby with you. So bad.” You sigh, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. You awkwardly shift one foot to the other, putting your hands in your pockets. Declan takes a moment to process your words, a shock to him since you both have never spoken about this topic- before. 

He looks away as you look up at him, and now you are really wishing you hadn’t of said anything. The silence is killing you, not a word exchanged. The only noise were dogs barking or babies tears. You feel your palms begin to get sweaty, maybe he doesn’t want kids? Maybe this was too soon? 

“I want a baby too,” He whispers, turning to face you. He pulls you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly. He presses soft kisses to your head, rubbing his hand up and down your back. You feel like crying in his arms, the relief. You smile with your head nestled in his chest. The two of you stay like that for a moment, until Dec speaks up.

“I always thought Raffa was going to be our baby, because I didn’t want to say anything to you-” He pauses, cheeks blushing. “About having kids in case, you didn’t want them?- Or maybe you do want them just not yet? Maybe when Raf gets bigger? I don’t know what I am trying to say but-?” You cut him off with a kiss, your heart fluttering at how shy he had become. His cheeks were as red as roses and his voice had become croaky and quiet.

“I suggest you message Mase. Let him know that he doesn’t need to worry about his pull out game, If you both want them to be the next Money Mase and Dangerous Deccers.” Dec smiles at your joke, cheeks still bright red.  

“Why have you gone all shy? Mr Declan Rice.” You lift your hand to thread it through his hair, stroking his cheek with your thumb.

“Just excited, I can’t wait to share the future with you.” Nervous in his response, as you continue to thread your hands threw his hair. Something you know puts him at ease.

The two of you continue to chat, going in the direction of your dog. The smiles on your faces were gleaming like Cheshire cats, conversations about whose going to be the best uncle? or can the baby’s first outfit be a West ham kit? Checking the time on your phones, you see that it is growing late and you three should probably start heading back. 

You call Raffa by encouraging him with a few treats, the pup sprinting over, dancing by your feet. You tell him to sit, before giving him his favourite snacks. Dec crouches to Raffa’s level, fluffing his fur on his head. Giving him lots of attention and kisses. 

“Raf buddy, how do you feel about being a big brother?” Dec coos, ruffling his head fur. The dog leans into his touch before barking at the idea, causing lots of laughs from you both. Dec clips the lead back to his collar, stands up and slips his hand in yours. Winking at you, you to let out a giggle. You both heading towards the car.

There’s a comfortable silence between you two, emotions high. The car journey wasn’t long, a short 15 minutes. Dec had placed his hand on your thigh, drawing comforting circles, giving you reassurance. You enjoy the peaceful 15 minutes, taking in the views of the outside and your boyfriend. 

“There’s one query I have about this baby.” You look over at him, edging him to carry on. 

“Raffa has to be the first to hold it..” You let out the cheesiest grin, smiling at how insane your boyfriend was. 

“Oh Dec.”

[alltoolewis]

Maybe a Ben one where your on holiday with some of the England lads and ur all out together and u get tipsy and fall asleep on him through dinner and it’s all cute and fluffy please

"c'mere you.." Ben giggled as you wobbled over to him, instantly falling in his arms as all the alcohol intake started to kick in. "I told you not to drink so much!" Before you left the villa he sat you down like a parent warning their child, making you promise him you won't get too drunk, drunk (y/n) was a nightmare to handle and he didn't want his teammates seeing such a vulnerable side to you.

"I'm not drunk Ben..." You whispered in his neck, eyes closing as you started to drift away, forgetting the prying eyes of the brits "Just tipsy...." Ben chuckled lowly, as you nustled deeper his neck "Okay bubs... whatever you say"

For the rest of the evening, you stayed on his lap with Ben stroking your hair as he did his best to keep his teammates quiet... "Can you two shut up, please!" He hissed as Declan & Mason spoke over the 'volume level' he had set, causing you to stir. "Is she still asleep!" Mason laughed as he tries to poke you, causing your protective boyfriend to slap his hand away. "Yes! but she won't be if you clowns keep making a racket!"

"Alright precious we will keep it down!" Declan said while raising his hands up, causing Ben to glare at the west ham boy "But your so whipped bro..."

"I know" Ben sighed, as looked down at your sleeping body, he damn well that he was a gonna from the moment he met you... I mean he wouldn't just cuddle any girl in front of all his mates in the middle of Mykonos, but for you, he would do everything, all the teasing and mocking, the PDA, he would do it all for you!!

[emwritesfootball]

Her Majesty's Men 2 | Mason Mount

Word Count: 1,512

Warnings: mentions of drugs, but that's about it. An intro to the Men

- - -

Notting Hill, London, England

Declan double- and triple-checks the address that Mason sent him as he walks the streets of Notting Hill. It’s for a pub he’s never been to before, but he’s heard rumours about a secret underground club modeled after the American Prohibition Era that has exotic dancers.

“Dec! Hey!” Mason greets Declan the moment he walks into the pub. “How have you been?”

Declan shrugs, hating that he has to break the news to Mason like this. The two of them grew up at Chelsea’s Academy together, remaining friends even when Dec got let go. A few years later, Mason was let go, too, and the boy in front of him seems to be doing fairly well. “West Ham let me go last week.”

Mason curses, shaking his head. “I’m so sorry, mate. Can’t believe they can just let us go like we’re expendable.”

“Yeah.” Declan smiles ruefully, sighing. “I’m staying with my sister but I know she wants me to get a job - I want to get a job - but I don’t know where to start. I remember at that party last year with the rest of the Chelsea Dropouts where you mentioned something about working for the Queen and-” Declan pauses, confused as to why Mason is howling with laughter. “What’s so funny?”

“You think- ahaha - you think I work for the Queen?! Oh, my god!” Mason wipes tears of laughter from his eyes. “I guess you could say I work for Liz, but not in the way you think that I do…”

“Liz? You call the Queen by a nickname?!”

Mason snorts, the laughter threatening to return again. “How about I show you instead?” He looks at his watch, draining his beer, and Declan finds himself doing the same thing. “Follow me, Deccers.”

Declan follows, his mind slightly occupied with the fact that he saw Mason drop two £20 bills on two pints at the bar before walking away.

The rumours were true. Declan can’t figure out how he couldn’t hear the raucous laughter and thumping bass from the DJ in the booth. He’s pretty sure he recognizes the DJ, but he’s impossible to place from so far away. Instead, Declan focuses on Mason, watching as his ex-teammate weaves through the crowd. It’s all women, he realizes, but then someone slaps his ass as he walks past and he turns to find an older woman looking at him appreciatively.

“Are you one of them?” She asks, shouting over the music.

“Who?” Declan responds, confused.

Before she can reply, Declan feels Mason’s hand wrap around his wrist and pull him through a door. The music dampens, seeping through the door, but only to provide a backdrop. “Don’t stop for the vultures, mate. Although, I think that one’s more of a cougar than anything.” He laughs at his own joke, shaking his head.

“Hush! Like you haven’t thrown yourself to the cougars more times than any of us!” Jack Grealish’s Brummie accent gets Declan’s attention.

“Sod off!” Mason rolls his eyes, turning to Declan. “Don’t pay Jacky Boy any mind - he’s just here for the brainless hen party pussy. You might remember him from a couple friendlies between our academy teams, but I guarantee you that Jacky here probably doesn’t remember you; poor boy doesn’t even remember his own name half the time.”

Jack flips off Mason, but he keeps talking. “These are the lads that make up Her Majesty’s Men. We’re all football-academy rejects, so it’s like a family since we all know what the other’s been through. Stonesy - you’ll meet him in a bit - kinda brought us all together. It was pretty much his idea.”

Declan looks around the room, realizing where he is. The room looks like a changing room except instead of kits and boots and training gear, there’s costumes everywhere. A ratty futon that’s seen better days is against one of the walls; Jack ‘Jacky Boy’ Grealish sits on it, and something about the way he’s sitting on it tells Declan that the futon isn’t for anyone but the ex-Villa Academy player.

“Right. Anyway, this is Happy Ending Harry. Gave his youth to Tottenham, but she was a cruel mistress.” There’s a mirror with lightbulbs around it that looks like it was either stolen from Marilyn Monroe or a fifteen-year-old girl, Declan isn’t sure which. Harry Winks sits in front of the mirror, checking out his reflection as he puts on...blush? Declan wants to ask but can’t bring himself to form the words. Harry’s too lost in his own world to do much of anything, almost resembling a Ken doll in a way that both intrigues and intimidates Declan.

“Big Dick Dier. Loaned from Portugal to Everton, but you can see how that turned out. Man can speak at least two languages but there’s not a woman out there who cares about that once they catch a glimpse of what the Big Man is packing.” Eric Dier picks himself up off the floor after doing a round of push-ups, giving Declan a nod in greeting and going back to the sewing machine to work on… a g-string? Declan’s a little disgusted but he’s glad he’s not the one handling that. The man’s wide shoulders and large hands radiate Big Dick Energy and Declan would be lying to himself if he wasn’t at least a little curious to take a peek at that pecker.

“Last but not least: Tarzan Ty.” A man with dreads stands in one corner, stretching. He’s got tattoos and a massive scar on his knee that Declan’s curious about but knows better than to ask about. He looks familiar but he’s definitively older than the rest of the lads Declan has met so he’s not sure he recognizes him from any sort of training academy. Mason starts his introduction, but Ty cuts him off.

“Tyrone Mings,” he says, introducing himself for Declan. “Southampton Youth ‘til oh-nine. They let me go ‘cause I was too short - joke’s on them.” Ty laughs and Declan joins in. “Got a serious question,” he continues, shoving his non-scarred knee in Declan’s face. “That look ashy to you?”

“Uh…”

“Here,” Mason giggles, tossing him a bottle of what looks like self-tanner but Declan doesn’t question it, squirting out some of the lotion and preparing to massage it into Ty’s knee. It’s the oddest thing he’s done since being let go, but Declan just tells himself that he’s rubbed weirder substances on his own joints. He realizes that Mason was right - this place, this group of ex-footballers, really does feel like a family. He’s only been here a few minutes but already the camaraderie is there. Big Dick Dier teases Happy Ending Harry’s appearance like the two of them were teammates at Tottenham or something; Tarzan Ty has what appears to be a ritual, shoving Declan’s hands off his knee once he realizes the new boy was actually going to do it.

“So, here’s how it works. We do a group act first, then solos, followed by hot seats. If everything goes well, we get these birds all jacked up and then we raise the price of the hot seats so don’t fuck it all up for us, all right? That’s it, that’s all ya gotta do.” Declan tries to focus on what Mason is saying but it’s damn near impossible as he watches Eric stick his dick inside of the contraption and start to pump, his cock stretching to an absurd length. He quickly realizes that Eric’s got his dick inside a penis pump, watching as the big man’s already-big cock grows like the Grinch’s heart. Eric’s sporting the most insane look, his jaw slack but his eyes intense like he’s focused on something else, taking deep breaths as his cock stretches longer.

A voice entering the room cuts Mason off, the DJ coming into view. He’s speaking, but Declan can’t understand him. “This is Kyle, our DJ. Kyle, Deccers; Deccers, Kyle. He’s gonna be giving you the cue before each act.” Kyle hands Mase a water bottle filled with something and Mason’s eyes light up. “Pregame! That’s what I’m talking about!”

“It’s the love potion,” Kyle says in a weird voice, giving Declan a wide-eyed look.

“What is this? Strawberry?” Mason inspects it, pouring some of it into the cap and downing it.

“It’s a little mixture,” Kyle explains at Declan’s confused expression. “Got the recipe from a friend in Miami. He calls it Hey Juice.” Declan’s been around enough drugs to know that it’s GHB, but he keeps his mouth shut. “If you drink the whole bottle you’ll go ‘Hey!’” He flamboyantly sways and snaps his fingers. “You’re gonna like it, bro. Give it a sample.”

Declan holds up his hands, taking a step back. “I’m good, mate. Maybe tomorrow night?”

“That’s cool. More for me, I guess.” Mason shrugs, downing another cap.

The sounds of the crowd cheering start to seep through the walls, a man’s voice coming through too. “All right, all right, all right!”

“That’s Stonesy. Let’s get you ready.”

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[babyboy-cody]

What about Roman being anxious at his first thanksgiving at your family’s house? He would be overwhelmed by how nice your mom is and your grandma being interested in his work. At one point you notice he’s gone and find him in the bathroom just kind of losing it for a second because everyone is SO nice and he’s freaked tf out at all the affection😩🥺😩🥺

Roman looked at himself one last time in the mirror and began to over analyze his appearance. His outfit wasn’t the right color, it’s too dark. His hair was in the wrong style, it’s too slicked down. Should he put his tie inside or outside his jacket? Every little thing made him second guess himself. He cleared his throat and buttoned his cuffs. He breathed slowly out of his mouth and nodded stiffly at himself. The only thing he didn’t notice was your beautiful self standing at the doorway, all dressed to perfectipn and ready to go. You can tell that he was miles away in that dark head of his. It always happened when he was put in a situation that made him feel like whatever he did wasn’t good enough, and you always tried your hardest to steer him away from going into a negative headspace.

“You look very handsome,” you told him, your voice soft and calm as to not scare him. “We match perfectly.”

You stood in front of him and straightened his tie, smooth your hands down the front of his fancy jacket. The maroon color of his tie and handkerchief tucked in his suit pocket goes well with your maroon dress and black heels. Roman stared down at you silenty, taking in every feature that he loves and every imperfection that you hate. You can tell by the stiffness of his jaw that he was nervous, although he doesn’t want to admit it. Roman Godfrey was never nervous, for anything. He was calm, cool, and collected, most of the time.

“I’m gonna fuck things up, I know it,” he starts doubting himself with an emotionless chuckle, but you press your thumb against his pink lips and cupped his smooth shaven cheeks.

“They’re gonna love you,” you gently told him, smiling brightly when his large hands slide around your hips to pull you closer. “And you’re gonna be amazing, okay? I’m excited for you to finally meet my family and they’re excited to meet you. So don’t be too much of a worry butt, yeah?”

“You’re a worry butt,” he mumbles and lowers his head to kiss your lips, grinning and feeling the tension in his body lessen at the sounds of your sweet giggles.

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The car pulls to a stop inside the driveway of your mother’s beautiful home in Easton, Pennsylvania. There were other cars already parked and you recognized your grandparents newest minivan, as well as your sister and brother-in-law’s black Pathfinder. You were practically buzzing with excitement because you get to see your nieces and nephews. You unbuckled your seatbelt and made sure you had your purse in your hand. You looked over at Roman and saw his hands rubbing up and down his thighs to wipe away the sweat on his palms.

“Hey, look you me,” you gently told him, leaning over the console to hold his smooth jaw in order to tirn his head to yours. “I’m with you, okay? I’m not gonna leave. If you want to go at any time, we’ll go.”

He nods and leans over to peck your lips, breathing in your comforting scent and feeling himself get back down onto earth and be in the moment with you. When you both exited and locked the car, you intertwined your fingers with Roman’s surprisingly warm ones, despite the cold weather in Pennsylvania. He stood behind you as you both stood in front of the large red door that had a wreath hung up with cute little gold and red bells. When you rang the doorbell, you can faintly hear your niece and nephews running around and laughing, along with music playing in the background. As the door open, you heard Roman quietly mumble to himself, “Lets do this.”

Your mother stood in the doorway with a dirtied apron protecting her Thanksgiving outfit. She quickly wiped down her hands and immediately pulled you in for a tught hug, you groaning and laughing in her shoulder as she excitedly sways you back and forth quickly. She gave both of your cheeks a big kiss and held your face gently as she took you in.

“Look at how gorgeous you look. We really do have some good genes, huh?” She winked at you as you jokingly rolled your eyes. She looks past your shoulder and you noticed her looking Roman up and down with a pleased grin. “And you must be the handsome beast Y/N’s been yapping about.” You playfully slapped her arm and moved aside so she can greet him. “It’s finally good to meet you, honey.”

“It’s really good to meet you too, ma’am,” he tells her with a charming smile as he reaches a hand out to shake hers, but he’s pulled down by her arms that wrapped around his broad shoulders for a hug. He carefully hugs her back and looks at you in shock at how welcoming she is. You send him a wink and walked inside your mom’s warm home with her pulling Roman inside eagerly by his hand.

You hung up your coats and entered the living room where the others were at. Your sister and her husband were sat on the sofa drinking wine while your grandparents stood at the Christmas tree, admiring the twinkling lights and ornaments.

“Where’s my little monkeys?” You called out and immediately heard the fast running steps of the kids barreling towards you. “There they are!”

You knelt down and englufed them in your arms. You haven’t seen your nieces and nephews in almost a year and you’re in partial shock at how much they grown. They all talked over each other, each one telling something new about themselves. Whether it was a missing tooth, a new cool scar, or even a new friend. You listened with wide eyes and animatedly butt in every now and then. And you looked past their shoulders at your sister, who is now standing with a bright smile and her arms wide open. You fell into them and groaned as she rubbed your back.

“I missed you so much,” she tells you, squeezing her eyes shut as you chuckled in her shoulder. “Did your boobs get bigger? You look hot.” She held at arms length and whistled. You rolled your eyes and tugged on Roman’s arm.

“This is Roman. Rome, this is my big sister and her husband, Matt,” you smiled as they exchanged hello’s and hugs. Matt firmly shook Roman’s hand and pulled him in for a bro hug. You loved how different he stood out from everyone else, so dark and mysterious compared to all the bright colors.

A small tug at Roman’s slacks caused him to look down. It was your seven year old nephew, Mason. His little eyes were wide as he stared up at the stranger in his grandma’s home, his head tilting all the way back to take the tall man in.

“What’s up, bud?” Roman grinned and waved down at him.

“Are you a giant?” Mason bluntly asked, looking at Roman’s large hand in awe. “You’re big.”

“Yes, I am,” Roman grinned. “Do you know how I became a giant?” He knelt down at the eager little boy who frantically nodded his head. “I ate all my veggies.”

Mason gasped and immediately ran as fast as the speed of light to the kitchen yelling, “Nana I want veggies!!!” Roman laughed to himself and sat on the sofa beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you leaned into his side. Not even a minute later, your other nephew Dominic and niece Rose came into the room following after Mason. He was talking so fast that you can barely understand a word coming out of his mouth.

“Is it true?” Dominic asked Roman, his little lisp coming out from his two missing front teeth. “You’re a giant?!”

“It’s very true,” Roman chuckles to himself at the kids excitements at his large stature. He wasn’t always fond of kids. He always found them annoying, like little fruit flies or mosquitoes that can never seem to go away even after swatting at them thousands of times. But these kids made his heart gentle and soft. And he couldn’t help but to let his guard down for them. “The secret is to always listen, alright?” All three kids crowd around him, hanging onto every word he says. “When someone says go to bed early, you listen and go to bed early. Then when you keep doing that, soon you’re gonna be big and strong! Same thing with veggies. When you eat all your veggies, you’re gonna be just like me!”

“Nana, veggies!” All three of them ran to the kitchen.

You giggled and leaned into Roman once more to kiss his cheek, quietly mumbling against his skin, “You’re so good with them.”

Roman bashfully smiled and shrugged. “I’m alright.”

“Is that Y/N?!” You heard your grandpa say from across the room, him and grandma now noticing you after ten minutes of you and Roman being there.

“I’ve been here, Pop!” You laughed softly and stood up to greet them with warm hugs and kisses. Your grandpa’s hands shook as he rubbed up and down your back, gently laughing in your shoulder. “It’s so good to see you and Nana!” You bring your tiny grandma into a hug, grinning widely when she cups your cheeks in her wrinkly hands and pats them lightly.

“You look just like your mother, so beautiful and all grown up. And who is this handsome man behind you? Is he yours?” Nana asked and held onto Pop’s arm as she slowly took a few steps towards Roman, her little cane clutched in her hand.

“It’s really nice to meet you,” Roman bent down nearly two feet to bring your grandma into a gentle hug, laughing quietly when she holds his cheeks just the same way she did yours.

“I hope you’re treating my angel over here how she deserves,” Pop rasped softly and chuckles as he pats Roman’s arm shakily.

“Of course,” Roman grins and wraps an arm around your waist to pull you into his side, your own arm wrapping around his back as you held onto his shirt.

“Dinner’s ready!” Your mom yelled from the dining room.

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Forks and knives lightly clinked against the antique plates your mom set out for dinner. There was everything you could possible imagine. Turkey, cooked ham, mash potatoes, rice, green beans, corn, biscuits, gravy, cranberry sauce, and so much more.

“This is probably the best home cooked meal I’ve had in a long time,” Roman politely tells your mom as he gives her a small smile. You lightly hit his bicep, to which he laughed at before leaning over to give you a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you, honey. Before you two leave, I’ll be sure to give you lots of leftovers,” your mom told him, reaching over to pat his arm lightly.

“Roman, what do you do for work, honey?” Your seeet tiny grandmother asked him as she shakily brought her spoon to her lips to eat some mash potatoes.

“I inherited my father’s company for Godfrey Industries and I’m currently the CEO,” he tells her.

“Oh goodness. Such a handsome young man to be a CEO! So mature and handsome. Isn’t he handsome, George?” Nana asked Pops.

He didn’t hear her. He just shoveled more corn into his mouth. You chuckled and reached over to wipe away some cranberry sauce on Dominic’s mouth. Roman grinned as he saw you interact with him, the act being so natural and motherly. Your mom didn’t miss the way he was looking at you. Her heart warmed because she can tell how deeply and madly in love Roman was with you.

“What do you do there, honey?” Nana asked him.

“Well I make sure everyone’s doing their job. I deal with a lot of paperwork sent to me from other companies and I either approve or deny them, whether they’re blueprints to improve another company building or if they’re reports and contain bank statements for my company,” Roman sounds proud as he had a charming smile and spoke freely with his hands.

Your mother and grandmother stared at him silently in awe, especially Nana. Her hands her pressed together in a praying motion with her elbows on the table as she looked at Roman with a smile you couldn’t explain. It made you so happy seeing him warm up to them as he was incredibly nervous.

“That sounds like a lot of work, Roman. How do you do it?” Your mom asked as she sipped her drink.

“I have Y/N by my side to help me,” he looks over at you with a grin reserved for you and for you only, and it makes you blush and giggle softly.

“You are so smart!” Nana gushed as she laughs, her eyes wrinkling even more at the sides.

“Um, may I use the restroom?” Roman suddenly asks your mom, removing the cloth napkin from his lap to lay it onto the table.

“It’s upstairs, second door to your left,” she told him.

He silently got up with a polite smile and nod and stalked out of the room. Your mom rose her eyebrows and reached over to touch your hand.

“We love him,” she told you sincerely, causing you let out a sugh of relief. “He’s perfect.”

“So handsome and charming, holy moly!” Nana interrupted, using her hands to fan her face. Pop was busy cheeing his mash potatoes to listen. Your sister rolled her eyes with a dorky smile.

“I see you guys lasting long like Nana and Pop,” she told you and nudged your ankle with her foot gently.

A few minutes later and still no sign of Roman. You briefly excused yourself and quietly walked up the steps to where the bathroom was. You lightly knocked on the door and softly said Roman’s name. He opened the door and went back to his position of leaning against the counter with his arms crossed.

“What’s going on?” You asked him, genuienly confused on why he left so suddenly. “They were loving you out there.”

“That’s the point!” He quietly exclaimed and held his hands out in disbelief, eyes comically wide. “They actually like me!”

“That’s...” you trailed off, not knowing what to say because you were so fucking confused. “Do you not want them to like you?”

“No no no, that’s not what I’m saying,” he muttered and shook his head as he rubbed his hands over his faces exasperatedly. “I’ve never had anyone be so interested in what I do or who I am, expect for you of course. And the hugging?! I didn’t even know that was a thing cause I’m so used to only receiving it from you. And your grandmother; sweetest little woman I’ve ever met!”

You watched in amusement as he quietly ranted on how great your family was and how their open arms made him so overwhelmed and have a mental breakdown in the bathroom while they’re all probably talking about him so highly downstairs. You stepped forward until you were pressed against him, your hands holding his wrists to stop them from waving around as he spoke animatedly and frantically.

“Rome,” you quietly told him, your soft and gentle voice stopping him completely. “They love you, okay? And they’re incredibly happy and blessed that someone like you is with me.”

“Someone like me?” He quietly mumbles, curling his hands around your hands as yours press into his chest.

“Yes, someone like you. Someone so intelligent and hardworking. Someone so good-looking and charming. Someone who’s good with kids and gentle. The list can go on and on, my love. I’m so happy that they see what I’ve always seen in you,” yoi sincerely told him.

You felt his heartbeat thump faster as he listened to your words. He cleared his throat and nodded. You can see his lips quiver for a moment before he nibbled on his bottom lip. You smiled and got onto your tippy toes to kiss his jaw, hearing him let out a slow sigh of relief.

“Lets get back out there, yeah?”

[canirove]

The Princess & the Football Player | Chapter 34

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"Wow, Ellie. Your face looks so red... Did I catch you shagging Declan?"

"Shagging?" I laugh.

"Yes, shagging. You know what it means, right?"

"I do, Sophie."

"And?"

"And what."

"Did I interrupt anything?"

"No, you didn't."

"Yet!" Declan says as he walks into the bathroom. 

"Ignore him" I reply, rolling my eyes. 

"Then why are you so red?" Sophie asks.

"I joined him and the boys at the gym and then when they were done training we played a little football game."

"Wait, they know?"

"Yep, he told them yesterday. I was starting to bore myself to death because I couldn't leave the apartment or do anything when they were here."

"And how did they react?"

"The new players freaked out a bit, they didn't know what to do or what to say."

"The usual around you, then" Sophie chuckles.

"Yeah... But the ones who were already playing for West Ham when Dec and I were together, were really happy to see me again."

"Because they also know you are meant to be" she smiles. "Have you talked about when you are coming back home? How long do you plan on living there?"

"I don't know. We've decided to spend the new year with Mason and Roberta because I haven't seen her in ages, but nothing else."

"I'm sure she'll love that. But then you could come over. Both of you. We all miss you, and you owe mum, dad and grandmama a chat."

"I know I do" I sigh. "Them, and Charles too. Do you know anything about him? David told me he left for Monaco."

"No, nothing. But he looked so gutted that night… Ellie, he loves you."

"I know he does. But I couldn't keep lying to him or myself. You know it better than anyone."

"I do, yes" Sophie sighs. "Anyway, I better go. Our beloved cousins have invited me to have tea with them and share gossip."

"Enjoy" I chuckle.

"Yeah, enjoy" she says, rolling her eyes. "Once we hang up you'll leave to go shag Declan, while I'll have to listen to Eugene talk for hours about her dog having problems going to the bathroom or how she's fallen in love with a new guy she's met twice."

"You'll be fine, Sophie. You can do it."

"I can, but I don't want to" she complains. "So you better enjoy your shagging, make one of us happy."

"Sophie, we aren't..." 

"Bye, sis. Love you!" she says with a big grin before hanging up.

"So... Are we shagging or not?" Declan says behind me.

"Jesus Christ, you scared me."

"Sorry. But are we shagging or not?"

"Can you all please stop saying that... word" I say as a turn around to look at him. He's leaning on the bathroom's door only wearing his boxers, his hair a perfect mess after training, his arms crossed over his chest and making his biceps pop. And all that while giving me that smile that he knows makes my insides melt. "We are shagging. We definitely are. But one thing" I say as I get up from the sofa. "Please stop using the word shagging."

"I promise, your Royal Highness" he smirks before lifting me in the air and throwing me over his shoulder, walking towards our room while I giggle like an idiot.

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"I'm so glad you could come, bro" Mason says, hugging Declan. "It must have been crazy these past days."

"It has, yeah. And it still is" he sighs.

"How long are you gonna be staying at Rush Green?" Roberta asks him. 

"I'm not sure. Eleanor has an event in a couple of weeks and they are planning on letting the press ask her questions so she can explain everything and stop all the bullshit, but she also wants to talk to Charles first."

"I wish she had come. I miss her so much..."

As Roberta says those words, someone rings the bell at Mason's house. 

"I'll get that" he says.

"Is anyone else joining us?" Declan asks.

"I don't think so. Mason asked around and everyone is either staying with their families or going to a party."

"Who could it be, then?"

"I... Eleanor!" Roberta yells, running towards her friend and hugging her.

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"Eleanor!" Roberta yells, running to hug me. "Oh, Ellie, I've missed you so much!"

"I've missed you too" I say, hugging her back. 

"Aren't they cute?" Mason smiles.

"Very" Declan replies.

"But what are you doing here?" Roberta asks. "Declan said you were staying with your family!"

"That was a little lie, we wanted to surprise you" I say, breaking our embrace. "Oh, shit. I think my hair has got tangled on something."

"Let me... There."

"What are you wearing on that hand?" I ask while scratching my head. "That actually hurt."

"Oh... I just... Umm... We got engaged!" she yells again, showing me the huge diamond on her hand.

"You what?" Declan and I say at the same time.

"Surprise!" Mason says with a shy smile.

"When did that happen?" I ask.

"And why didn't you tell me? I'm your best friend, Mase!" Declan says.

"I know, I know. We just wanted to keep it to ourselves for a while, you know? And since you had enough on your plate already with what happened over Christmas..." he shrugs.

"But you could have told me you were planning on doing it! Ask me for advice when you went to buy the ring, about how to do it… I don't know!"

"I'm sorry, Dec. Please don't get mad."

"I'm not mad, I'm just... You are engaged!" Declan says, hugging his friend.

"I'm so happy for you, guys. But now I want all the details" I tell Roberta.

"Why don't we tell you everything while we have dinner? I don't want the risotto to get cold" she says, linking her arm with mine and starting to walk towards the kitchen. 

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"Three, two, one... Happy new year!" we all scream, fireworks being heard all around us, the sky full of different shapes and colours. 

"I love you, future husband" Roberta says to Mason.

"I love you too, future wife" he replies before kissing her.

"Can I get a new year kiss too?" I ask Declan.

"Just one?" he says with a cheeky smile.

"I mean, making out with you to start the new year sounds perfect" I say, wrapping my arms around his neck. "And it is a bit cold here in the garden, it will definitely help me warm up. But doing it in front of Roberta and Mason..."

"They are too busy with each other, they won't care."

"Yeah, they won't" I chuckle.

"Making out session to start the year, then?" he says, gently brushing his nose against mine. 

"Making out session to start the year" I giggle. 

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"Are you guys naked?" Roberta asks after knocking on the door.

"What?" I mumble. 

"What time is it?" Declan yawns.

"Guys, I need an answer. Are you naked or not?"

"Yes, but you can't see anything."

"Oh, great" Roberta says, storming into the room. "Because I don't want to see your dick first thing in the morning, Declan. That's not how you start the new year."

"That's how I've started the new year" I smirk.

"And you definitely enjoyed it. Have you always been that loud?"

"I… guess? But maybe you heard us because you aren't loud enough anymore. The boring married life has started" I tease her.

"Whatever" she says, rolling her eyes. "Breakfast is ready, so if you want to join us, you know where to find us."

"Thank you, Roberta" Declan says.

"And happy new year!" I laugh, lifting the duvet on his side and leaving him stark naked in front of her.

"Oh my God!" she screams before running away.

"Eleanor Victoria Alexandra!" 

"Yes?" I say, giving Declan my most innocent smile.

"I'm gonna have to do something with you. That behaviour isn't appropriate for the future Queen of England."

"Something like what?" 

"Remember that time you tied my hands with my belt?"

"I do. It is a very fond memory" I smirk.

"Well, it's time I get my revenge" he says, leaving the bed.

"It's been years, Declan! Time to move on!" I laugh. "What are you doing in the bathroom?"

"I needed this" he says, showing me the bathrobe's belt.

"And what are you going to do with that?" I ask, biting my lip in anticipation.

"Lay down. Hands over your head."

"Yes, sir." 

"That's perfect" he says after tying my wrists together. "Are you comfortable there or is it too tight?"

"I'm good."

"Great. Now open your legs. Wide" he orders me again.

"And now?"

"Now I'm gonna eat you out, and then fuck you until neither of us can't keep going. And you can't put your hands down. If you do, I'll stop or go so slow you'll start begging."

"That won't happen" I smirk.

"We shall see" Declan replies with a similar smile before disappearing between my legs.

[too-gay-for-marvel]

i want to come home pt.6

a/n: aight yall, this is the end, the grand finale, the end of the line. this was the start of this blog and yall stuck with me through it and i love yall so much. yall have really been amazing and make writing worth it. i hope in the future i can continue to write things yall enjoy. now lets finish this thing

a/n pt 2: i also wasnt gonna post this till thursday but i just remembered today is my bday so this is my gift to yall because i would die for yall. dont @ me for forgetting my bday

Word Count: 2738

Warnings: Mason being an adorable little asshole

Pairing: Natasha x Reader

(pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6)

I can do this, you think as you decide to take the stairs up to your 9th floor apartment. She’s just a kid.

My kid.

It shouldn’t bother you as much as it does. You’ve co-parented Mason for five years. You literally grew her and pushed her out of your body. So why were you so nervous to have to parent her alone for a few days?

Because you’re not okay, your mind tells you, but you ignore it. You’re fine. Everything is fine.

You want to run away, but it’s fine.

And as you open the door to your apartment and see Mason drawing, you don’t want to run away anymore. You haven’t gotten to spend alone time with her since- well, it doesn’t matter. You missed hanging out with her and having some alone time.

So you make the best of it.

It’s not as bad as you thought it would be. She helps you make meals. Well, she bosses you around (like her mother, you think) while you do the work. You play, you watch movies, you have sleepovers. One night you even made a fort.

“What’s the password?” Mason questions you from her spot in the fort.

The very same fort you built and she kicked you out of.

“I love you,” you offer.

“No! Try again,” she giggles. “I love you, too,” she quickly whispers after only a moment’s hesitation. Much better.

“I have pizza,” you offer again. She sticks her head out just enough to catch you in your lie before hiding once again.

“Mommy is a better liar.”

Well, she’s got you there.

“Is it…” you look around, hoping to find some clue as to what the password could be. In truth, you think she’s just making it up as she goes. She spends enough time with Nat that it wouldn’t surprise you.

“Hurry hurry!”

“I need a hint,” you practically beg, really trying to ham it up. “Pretty please?” Mason may be just like Nat, but she has a few of your qualities.

One of which is that she’s a sucker.

“I’ll make a deal,” Mason says as she sticks her little hand out of the fort. “Pay the entrance fee.”

Where did she even learn this shit?

“Name your price.”

“10 pieces of chocolate,” she says while wiggling tiny, always sticky fingers.

“That’s too high, three,” you counter.

“Nine.”

“Two.”

“You’re going the wrong way!” Mason giggles and finally sticks her head out of the fort.

“I’ll give you five,” you tease as you lean forward and touch your forehead to hers, scrunching your nose when she laughs even harder. “Take it or leave it.”

“No deal!” She practically screams, and you flinch back from the noise.

The scream of metal twisting in ways it shouldn’t. The team in your ears, your own screams deafening as you-

“-Momma?”

Your eyes shoot open and you look into Mason’s green ones, and you’re home again. Not on the mission, not trapped, just home. Your daughter is right there, looking at you, and you just have to reach out and touch her.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. It’s not enough. You know it’s not enough.

“It’s okay,” she says softly before leaning forward and giving you a sticky kiss on the forehead. It’s gross. You love it.

You’re okay. You’re fine. You have to be fine.

Natasha is set to return on a Sunday. Mason had woken up early, far too early for anyone to wake up on a Sunday, but she wanted to get started on breakfast. We can’t let mommy come home to no breakfast, can we? Yes. Yes you can.

But you get up anyway and let your daughter boss you around about what breakfast should be made: eggs, toast, pancakes, waffles, bacon, oatmeal, coffee, tea, chocolate milk, the list goes on. It’s as if she thinks Nat has never had breakfast in her life. You both know Nat only ever just eats fruit.

Hell, Mason even put the leftover Thai food out.

She was definitely Nat’s child.

You’re desperately trying to listen to Mason talk about her dreams while also not getting distracted and burning the bacon when someone knocks at the door. Who would be knocking so early?

Nat had a key.

Before you can stop her, Mason runs to the door calling for Nat. You don’t think she’s old enough to understand your wife can get in if she wants. It’s a rush to move the bacon and turn the stove off so you can stop Mason from opening the door for a possible stranger.

“Uncle Nick!” Mason cries, and you can hear her giggling.

And you hear your heart stop.

Nick doesn’t come over unannounced.

You aren’t sure if you want to go greet him at the door. Nothing good comes from unannounced visits, especially not from Nick. Who does he think he is to show up when he knows Nat is away on a mission.

She’s on a mission. She’s fine. You’re fine.

“Don’t say it,” you whisper when you make it to the kitchen entry and see Nick holding Mason.

“Say what?” He asks, looking straight at you.

“Don’t,” you say even quieter, if it was even possible.

“Is mommy home?” Mason asks, and you give Nick a look. A look that says you’ll kill him if he tells your daughter that something happened to Nat.

Nothing happened to Nat. She’s fine. You’re fine.

“It’ll be a little longer, kid,” Nick says. “But she sent you a gift.”

He puts her down and hands her a small box of chocolates that he got from his pocket. Mason cheers and runs off to the kitchen to open the box. Her sweet tooth was too big for her to ask if they wanted a piece.

“Y/N-”

“I said don’t, Nick,” you say, more forceful now that Mason is slightly out of earshot.

“She’s fine,” Nick says. He reaches out to you but you step back. “It’s safer to extend the mission than to pull her out now.”

She’s fine. You’re fine. Everything is fine.

“You would tell me,” you shoot back. “Right?”

“I would tell you,” he confirms, and you nod and invite him to breakfast.

He wouldn’t lie. He couldn’t lie.

What was supposed to be a short, few day mission ends up going past two months. In that time you have to manage taking care of Mason, getting her to school, doing your work, training agents. You worry about Nat the whole time and feel on edge every time someone comes up to you at work.

Maybe that’s how Nat felt when you died. But you were fine.

Maybe throughout the time, when Mason can’t see, you break down. Maybe you cry in the shower because you’re scared and the water agitates your cybernetics that Tony says are flawless. And maybe you can’t sleep because you have nightmares, about dying, about Nat, about Mason.

But you’re okay. You’re fine.

And you’re absolutely fine when Mason says she doesn’t feel good and asks if she can go to work with you.

That’s fine, too.

You know she’s lying. She always bites her lip when she lies. But she’s your daughter; if she asked you to steal the moon, you would do it. So you help her pack a day bag and get her in the car.

When you look in the rear view mirror, you can see her practically bouncing in her seat. At least she’s happy.

Her purple Hawkeye backpack is bigger than she is when she puts it on. You have to fake a cough to hide the laughter as you reach out for her to hold your hand. She grabs it eagerly and you both walk into the Compound and head to your office.

It’s nothing fancy, just a small office. As a “higher up,” you at least get a semi-private office, but it still made you claustrophobic. Not that it mattered because you were fine. And you were even more fine when Mason sat at the little desk you had against a wall.

A desk just for her.

You know she’s going to cause trouble. You can feel it in your bones. She’s too quiet while you fill out paperwork, and every now and then you hear her giggle. But when you look over at her, she’s just colouring.

Why was she so suspicious?

“Hey boss,” you hear, and you look over to see Luke standing in the doorway. “Hey Little Boss,” he says soon after with a wink at Mason.

“Hi, Uncle Luke!” Mason calls and tries to wink back, but she used both eyes. Well. It’s the thought that counts.

“Need something?” You asked as you leaned back in your chair, trying not to groan as your skin stretched over the augmentations.

You were fine.

“Mind if I take Little Boss with me on a few errands?” He asks. The way Mason practically jumps up leads to more suspicion.

But you see her smile, and how can you tell her “no?”

“Please don’t teach my daughter bad things,” you plead, but you know it’s useless. She was raised around the Avengers, after all.

“I’ll keep him out of trouble,” Mason says with a serious look on her face. You gesture for her to come closer and give her a quick kiss on the head before shooing the both of them out of your office.

And once they’re gone, all hell breaks loose and everyone knows it’s your fault.

It starts when Tony stops by your office only half an hour after Mason and Luke ran off. You didn’t have to ask what happened when you see Tony with damp, pink hair.

“I’m sorry,” you say even though you want to laugh until you can’t breathe.

“She’s evil,” is all he says before walking back out. You can’t argue with him.

The next disaster happens 15 minutes later. You were trying to brew some more coffee to try and fight your nightmare-induced fatigue when you hear someone clear their throat behind you. You have to bite your cheek to keep from smiling.

“New friendship bracelets?” You ask as your eyes land on Bucky’s and Clint’s hands.

“Who gave her handcuffs?” Bucky asks as he holds his wrist up, forcing Clint’s hand to follow.

“Did you ask her?” You shoot back.

“She was too busy running away laughing,” Clint grumbles, but you can see the blush creep up his neck when Bucky’s hand grazes his own.

“You’re handcuffed to an assassin, Clint,” you say softly, “have him pick the lock.”

“We’re not done talking about this,” Clint says as he pulls Bucky away to take care of their problem. Maybe while Bucky picks the lock, they’ll take care of all that sexual tension between them.

It only gets worse as the morning goes on. Two of your agents come up to you with tears in their eyes and donuts in their hands. Apparently the donuts had been filled with mayonnaise.

Bruce comes to your office with his hands stuck to a hand sanitizer bottle. One that was now filled with clear glue instead of sanitizer.

Nick came to you with half an oreo in his hand. An oreo that smelled suspiciously of mint toothpaste.

Your personal favourite was the screams of agents that was soon followed by the overwhelming smell of Febreze. When you looked out your door, four empty, zip-tied Febreze cans were piled outside.

When Mason walked back into your office with a guiltless grin, you wanted to have her explain. You knew you should tell her that she can’t just prank everyone at work just because she wanted to.

But it made the day… interesting.

What harm was there in a few little pranks, right?

“Don’t tell me about it,” you say as you hand her the sandwich you had made for lunch. “I need to be able to claim plausible deniability.”

“What’s that?” Mason asks as she scrunches her nose and takes a bite of her sandwich.

“It means I can keep you out of trouble,” you tease before kissing her scrunched nose and eating your own sandwich.

You teased each other as you munched on your small lunch. Sometimes you would steal a chip from her pile, other times she would reach over and “steal” a bite of your sandwich. At one point she ended up tossing grapes at you and laughing when you couldn’t catch them.

It was just… mundane. You were okay.

“Busy?”

Both you and Mason turn to the door to see Maria standing there, arms crossed over her chest. As usual. She looks as professional as always and you can definitely see why Nat used to have a crush on her.

“Hi, Auntie M,” Mason says around a mouthful of sandwich.

“Hi, Little M,” Maria shoots back with a small smile.

“Whatcha need?” You ask as you set the last few bites of your sandwich down and wipe your hands off on a napkin. Normally you would use your pants, but Mason doesn’t need to learn that habit.

“Nat’s jet is landing soon,” Maria says. She keeps eye contact with you. It’s comforting.

“Mommy’s home?” Mason asks. She drops her sandwich when she stands up and rushes out the door as your heart races.

“Mason wait!” You call and run after her, but she’s got a good start.

You hate when she runs off.

“Mason stop!” You shout after skidding around a corner and seeing Mason still heading toward the hangar. She doesn’t answer you, and she definitely doesn’t stop.

How was she faster than you?

How was she in better shape than you??

You jumped off the stairs to the hangar to try and land in front of Mason, but the landing jars you too much and you groan and fall to your knees. Good as new, you think cynically to yourself, what a load of bullshit. Tony was going to get an earful later.

The jet had already landed and Steve walked out as you managed to push yourself back up to your feet. You’re almost desperate to see Nat, but you feel a million times better when you see Mason jump into your wife’s arms.

She’s okay. You’re okay.

You walk the rest of the way, stopping just far enough away that Nat can’t touch you. It makes you want to cry that you’re worried about touching your own wife. But you’ve hurt her, you died, you can’t just pretend like everything is fine.

Even though it is fine. You’re fine.

Instead you stand there and cross your arms defensively over your chest. At least Mason is happy, and Nat looks happy to be home. They’re both chatting and laughing and smiling and that’s all you want. And you wait patiently until Nat looks up and locks eyes with you.

And it’s like everything around you disappears. You get the same feeling you had when you first saw her, and your palms get sweaty and your mouth is dry. It’s like nothing ever happened, nothing had gone wrong, you were just the happy family you used to be.

But you see that pain in her eyes. There’s a desperation that you only recognise because you’ve seen it in the mirror. And you know you’re going to have to talk about it, and you’re going to have a lot of talks about it. But you can see that she knows it, too.

Maybe that’s a start. But that’s okay. That’s fine.

So you step forward and wrap your arms around the both of them. Nat doesn’t stiffen like she has since you came back. No, this time she melts into you and you swear you hear her whimper, almost inaudibly. So you squeeze them tighter because you won’t hurt them again.

You pull back just enough to look at her, and only then are you so bold. Leaning down enough to kiss her, sighing into the feeling that you had missed more than life itself. That feeling of home.

“Gross,” Mason teases, and you feel Nat smile against your lips before pulling back and giving Mason a kiss on the nose.

“Any after-mission-requests?” You ask, and Nat just looks at you for a moment with teary eyes that she blinks back.

“I want to go home.”

And you both smile.

“Home sounds good.”

[puckngrind]

Skating Lessons part 16

Summary: More time in the hospital.  Does the reader get to come home?

Warnings: maybe swearing, it’s in a hospital...that’s about it.

Word count: 2954

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You looked over at Josh after the doctor let you sit up finally. He was standing next to your bed. There was that familiar smirk on his face but it had been replaced with a look of distress and the color was gone from his face.

“Josh.” You reach out to grab his elbow. “Babe.” You tug a little on his hoodie to bring him back to you. His eyebrows are furrowed and you can see his mind is racing. “Josh.” You mustard all the power you could since your voice sounds weaker than it should be.

“Sorry.” He rubs his face. “Did you say surgery?” His hand drops and you take the chance to interlace your fingers in his and pull him towards you.

“Well, not necessary and not right now regardless.” Dr. Jaynes puts his hand on your foot which is still being stabilized. “We will have to let (y/n) heal a little. Keep it in a boot. X-ray in another week. Take it week by week.” He emphasized the end and Josh turns to look you up and down.

“See baby, I’m fine.” You squeeze his hand and smile at him. He huffs and looks you over again.

“(Y/n), I’m thankful this is all we have to worry about but this is far from fine Sweetie.” Josh’s jaw is clinched.

“I agree, this could have been very serious. I’ve seen many patients come in with worse conditions and accidents that were not a bad as yours. We want to monitor you today but you should be discharged tomorrow morning if all goes well. Change your meds and get a boot on your foot that you can go home in. The nurse and Physical therapist will be after lunch to fit your boot and talk home care. Any questions?”

“Can I wear normal clothes yet?” You were tired of this gown that showed all the bruising on your body. You could see Josh’s face when he saw them and you knew Mason would not be able to handle it.

“Well, let’s get the boot on and make sure we don’t need to do any more tests then yes. Can someone bring you some?” You go to say your mom could run by on her way here but then you hear Josh starting to talk.

“I can. I’ll go get my car, shower, get your clothes and some breakfast. Sound okay? It won’t take me long.” Josh brings your hand up to his lips and kisses softly.

The staff all leave and Josh almost immediately has his lips on yours. You breathe him in. How does he still smell so amazing? He’s pretty much been in the same sweats since morning skate yesterday.

“I don’t want to leave you but I’ll be quick plus someone is coming to sit with you until our mom gets here.” Josh kisses you again and you need to get your phone and ask mom for lipgloss. You feel how chapped your lips are against his.

“Wait, what?” You processed that he said someone was coming to sit with you. You give him a look trying to read his face but the look is one you’ve never seen from him until today. “Josh, I don’t need anyone to sit with me. My mom will be here in like an hour.”

“It’s an hour too long and it’s too late. They are here.” He looks down at his phone and back at you. Sure enough in walks Natalie Atkinson and Janelle Foligno. Your hand immediately goes to your hair to try and tame the mess. Josh is greeting them at the door and moves to let them in. Janelle has the biggest edible arrangement you’ve ever seen and sits it next to your bed.

“Hey (y/n)!” Natalie comes right next to you and places her hand on yours. “You have all of us freaked out.” She eyes you like she wants to give you a hug but isn’t sure so you lean in to initiate.

“Thank you, sorry. Wasn’t expecting this clearly.” You smile and the ladies quietly laugh. You eye Josh with a mouthful of pineapple. “Are you eating my gift?”

“Um...Stress eating.” He mumbles though bites and hands you the card.

All our love,

The Lady Jackets

It’s simple but speaks volumes.

“See, hockey is a family. They all have been blowing my phone up since I got the call.” Josh now has a strawberry in his mouth and hands you a skewer. He had told you but you were starting to see it. While it’s a business and his job these people really were his family in Columbus and they had their arms wide open for you and Mason to join.

Josh kisses you and made Janelle promise to call him if any doctor came in before he got back. He kisses the top of your head again and Janelle hands him her keys. He stares at you whispers he loves you and ducks out.

“You’ve changed him.” Janelle smiles softly at you. “Nick agrees. You bring out the best of him and we are so thankful he found you.” She places her hand in yours then goes to pulls up the chair across the room to sit next to Natalie.

You were thankful for Janelle and Natalie. They didn’t focus on your accident just talking about your boys, the kids, and your favorite things to do with kids in Columbus. You found yourself easily talking to them like you’ve been friends for years.

“Honey?” Your mom’s voice comes from behind the door. Her face was puzzled as she took in the room. She nodded to the girls and leaned in to rub your face like she’s always done and kissed your forehead. You introduced Janelle and Natalie. “Thank you for keeping (y/n) company while I got Mason to school and her dad off to work.”

“How’s Mason?” Your voice is the strongest it’s felt since your crash.

“He knows you are at the hospital with a hurt foot but that’s it. We didn’t know what to tell him.” Her hand rubs yours. “I’m glad you are so alert. When Josh texted saying you were more like yourself I thought there was some wishful thinking there.”

“They are weaning me off the meds so I can go home. And dad?” Your eyebrows pressed together to try and read your mom’s face.

“He’s keeping himself busy to he doesn’t have to think about it. The man couldn’t find his socks in his own sock drawer this morning.” Her statement produced a laugh out of the room. You could only imagine. You sprained your knee in high school and he completely relandscaped the yard while you waited for your ortho appointment to see if you torn any ligaments.

Your mom easily fell into conversation as she stood at your side brushing your hair. All of a sudden you could smell food. “Josh is back.” You exclaimed in a hushed voice and the three women all looked at you then the door.

Sure enough Josh walks in with a backpack that he makes look tiny and breakfast.

“Well, I guess I didn’t bring enough food for the party ladies, just our patient.” He had two bags from Fox in Snow and what you can only guess is your favorite, New Orleans Iced Coffee. He takes a sip.

“Wait, that’s not for me?” You look at him disappointed.

“Well, I wanted a sip before you downed it.” He laughs and hands it over.

“And Fox in Snow is a little out of the way from your place?” You raise your eyebrow.

“Yeah, I took a detour.” He rubs he back of his neck and slowly sits on your bed.

Your mom was already moving your tray over so Josh can lay out your breakfast. Janelle and Natalie said their goodbyes to all three of you.

“So what did you ladies talk about?” Josh had shoved his ham and cheese baguette in his mouth.

“You mainly.” He almost chokes which makes you laugh. “You okay babe? And did you time this out so you were there when the baguettes were available?” You smile at him and grab your own.

“Maybe...” he smirks at you. “And what about me were you talking about?” His eyes meet yours then he looks over to your mom who has made herself comfortable in the chair next to you.

“Oh you know, girl talk. But we also talked about where I love to take Mace too.” He gives you a glare that makes you almost laugh.

“Speaking is Mace...is he coming here after school?”

“That’s the plan.” Your mom chimes in not looking up from her magazine. “Also depends on (y/n) too.”

“Yeah, let’s see how this afternoon goes. You can bring him for dinner maybe?” You look at Josh and then your Mom.

“I told preschool I would pick him up today. Figured we can do lunch and hang out until your dad got home.” She finally looks at you. She has her ‘not going to my emotions get the best of me’ face on. You once called it stoic and got an ear full from her. “I’m glad Josh is here since I’ll have to leave soon to get in that lovely pick up line.”

You could tell your mom was relieved Josh was here. You were thankful too but you didn’t want him to miss anymore work. “Thank you mom. I know how much that pick up line is the death of you.” You giggle and turn your attention to Josh who has kept a hand on your body and still managing to eat. “And J, you need to go back to work. Isn’t there a game tomorrow?” You move your leg a bit to nudge him.

“It’s in 2 days. I’m only going to morning skate tomorrow and leaving as soon as your are released. Torts is okay with it.” He rubs his hand up your leg.

“Babe, you need to go back to...” you try to repeat but Josh interrupts you.

“Nope. Torts is a family first kind of coach. I’m sure he wouldn’t let me practice if I showed up anyway. Plus we have a quick roadie to Pittsburgh in three days.”

“And you are going to that?” It came out more like a statement than a question.

“As long as you are settled. Your mom and I already talked about plans for home.” Josh’s smirk was back.

“Yes we did.” Mom chimes in again. You almost forgot she was there for a moment.

“I’m your primary care taker and she’s worked out the whole Mason thing and then back up when I’m gone. Plus Beth is going to help.” Josh looks pleased with himself.

“Wait? What? Beth? Plan?” Your puzzled look makes both your mom and Josh laugh.

“Yeah, your mom wasn’t exactly comfortable with the showering thing.” Josh’s smile reaches his eyes as he chuckles.

“Oh. My. Word. What the...” You look at Josh and feel the heat flood to your face. You see your mom laughing silently next to you.

“There is only one person in this room that has seen you naked in the last four years and it’s not me.” Your mom laughs out. How was this conversation happening? You eye Josh who just shrugs his shoulders with a look of satisfaction.

“She’s not wrong there babe.” This makes your hands cover your face in sheer embarrassment.

“Can we please talk about something else?” You mumble through your palms. Your mom and Josh comfortably talking about seeing you naked is the last thing you want to discuss or imagine.

“Sure.” You hear another voice coming through door. Your eyes dart towards the voice. The physical therapist introduces himself and you know the red on your cheeks is not going anywhere anytime soon. “I’m not here for your boot yet but I needed to make sure if you brought pants that they would fit or if your family needed to go get something else.” He eyes Josh who clearly hasn’t noticed. You clear your throat and motion to bag.

“Oh! I brought my sweats since I was sure your leggings weren’t fitting over a boot.” Josh gets up to retrieve the bag and pulls out his old team sweats. You catch the PT’s eyes widen and you smile knowing he’s figured out who Josh is.

“Can she wear them?” The physical therapist eyes you and then Josh.

“Yes, she has before plus these are old so if we need to cut them we can.” Josh tugs at the drawstring and you know by the smirk on his face he remembers the last time you wore them. “I’m Josh by the way.” Josh reaches out his hand to the therapist.

“Yeah. Yes, I know. Huge fan. Like major fan.” You laugh at the exchange. Seeing men fangirl over your boyfriend was entertaining especially medicated. “Anyway, I’ll be back after lunch. We wanted to wait to see if (y/n) needed any more tests and we can put the boot on, talk after release care, and such.” He looks at you again and then to your mom then back to Josh. “We will need an idea of a plan for when discharge happens tomorrow too.”

“Taken care of.” Josh proudly admits.

“Oh, great. (Y/n) being home by herself really should be at a minimum until she figures out the whole balance thing.” The therapist is only talking to Josh at this point and your mom is watching the interaction in amusement.

“Wait, balance? Because of my foot?” You chime in confused because a broken foot shouldn’t be this big of a deal.

“Oh, uh, maybe...oh...has the doctor not discussed?” The professional standing in front of your bed sounds like a first year med student if that.

“Please just tell me.” You see your mom’s face contort and Josh flinch.

“You may have vertigo from whiplash that you haven’t noticed since you’ve been laying flat and on pretty heavy meds.” He clears his throat and takes in the room. “It’s nothing that will last a significant amount of time but with the foot plus the potential of vertigo your balance won’t be the best.”

“So...” Josh pipes up. “When are we going to figure out if this is something we need to worry about or not?” You are impressed with his composure and ability to ask the right questions. It’s very sexy.  The therapist seems almost intimidated and excuses himself to what you assume is get your doctor.  Your focus turns to Josh but you don’t get a chance to say a word.

“I need to go get Mason.” Your mom’s voice wasn’t as light as it was earlier.

“Mom.”  You squeak out.  “I’m fine.”  You think if you keep saying it everyone will actually believe you.

“Sweetie, I know.  It’s just a lot.  And yes, I know it could be worse but you could also just be home with some cuts and scrapes.”  She made her way to you and kisses your forehead.  

Lunch and the fitting of the boot were somewhat relaxing.  Getting the pins out of your leg from the stabilized was a relief.  The doctor explained the vertigo and had a team help you stand.  He was right.  Your balance was off and you would have fallen on your face if Josh wasn’t in front of you.  His strong arms flexed and came around you almost lifting you up on your bed.  Dr. Jaynes gave you permission to wear normal clothes since Mason was coming and Josh helped you change just in time.

“MOMMA!”  Mason came crashing through the door with a teddy bear that had an Anderson shirt on.  Josh lifted him up to help get him on the bed without hurting you.  “Look, we got you a bear like Bauer but it has Josh’s number on it!”  He hands you the bear and you hug it then him.  Josh has a look in his eye that brings a tear to yours.  

“Baby, I’ve missed you.”  You croak out.  Josh takes this moment to jump in.

“Mace, are you ready to be my big helper for Momma?”  Josh sits behind Mason on your bed and Mason leans into him.

“Yes.  We have to help her get better so she can skate for my birthday.”  Mason looks up at Josh and Josh’s face softens.

“Well bud, even if she isn’t, I’ll make sure she gets on the ice with you. Okay?”  Josh rubs Mason’s arm and looks deep into your eyes.  “Babe you okay?”  He notices the watery eyes.

“Yes.  Just ready to get home.”  You didn’t want to admit how Mason’s interaction with Josh was making you emotional.  

A new nurse walks in for meds.  Josh stands up but Mason doesn’t move.  She introduces herself and turns her attention to Mason.  “Hi sweetie.  I need to check your mom.  Could you stand with your dad or grandparents for second?” Josh’s eyes bugged out of his head and your lips curl up but Mason is the one to answer.

“Dad? He’s my Josh.”  You giggle a little and the look on nurse’s face was priceless.  You eye Josh who you can see swallowing the lump in his throat as his initial shock look turns to a sweet one.   Josh really was the closest thing to a dad Mason has ever had.  And the fact that Mason claimed him as his made your heart skip a beat.  

“Yup, I’m yours.  That’s for sure.” Josh pulls Mason up into his arms and gives him a kiss on his forehead and you melt right there in your hospital bed.