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prettymase · 3 months

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FINDING OUR WAY BACK TO EACH OTHER

CHAPTER ONE

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"Rosè, slow down." you shouted from behind her little self. Your one year and six month daughter ran as fast as she could, as fast as her little chubby legs allowed her. As soon as Rosè heard the sound of the front door open, she was out of your sight. You sighed, wiping your hands with a hand towel, before walking to the front of the house.

The scene you were encountered with made your heart grow a couple sizes inside your chest. Her dad's suitcase plopped down with a big sound, forgotten as his daughter made her way to him, holding his little girl close to him as he repeatedly kissed her head.

"Daddy missed you so much, Rosè." Mason whispered. As well as for Rose who tried to reply to Mason, although she could only get out 'daddy' or 'dada.'

After a moment, without letting Rosè go, Mason looked up finding your sight, his smile only managed to get wider when he saw you, "Hi Y/N."

"Hi..." You corresponded to his greeting. You maintained eye contact, making your stomach burn under his gaze. You hadn't realised how much you had missed him up until now. "How have you been?" Your intention to sound calm and collected went in the bin.

"Now that I'm home," Mason said directly to you. "I'm fucking amazing."

You rolled your eyes at him, "Mase, the swearing!!!" You pointed at Rose while scolding him.

"Sorry, you don't repeat that until you're thirty," he stopped to kiss Rosè's brown curly locks. "Or mumma will be pissed with daddy."

You turned around on your feet and made your way to the kitchen. "You're impossible." You muttered.

"I heard that!!" Mason chuckled.

You listened to Rosè and her daddy talk for a bit. It was mostly Mason with little sound interventions from their daughter. He was so gentle with Rosè that you couldn't fight the warmth spreading through your limbs. Instead, you tried, key word being tried, to distract yourself by starting the kettle.

"Were you a good girl for your mumma?

"I missed you so much. Did you miss daddy?

"C'mon let's go to mumma"

Sooner than later, Mason appeared into the kitchen with Rosè. He made his little girl while dancing around the kitchen for a minute. He was always so sweet and soft around Rosè. In these moments, you were very happy with the universe because your little girl had the most amazing daddy, and you wouldn't change that even though the circumstances were a little weird, but you promised yourself that if your daughter was happy then so were you.

You let yourself admire them. The little Mount had missed Mason more than her little body was prepared to bare. Multiple times Rosè would search for Mason around the house when she'd find herself missing him which was about 100x a day which drove you insane because you couldn't really do anything about it but you made long distance work for the three weeks Mason was away.

Mason obviously had to travel for work, the prospect of not moving from home was quite literally impossible.

Multiple facetime sessions, hundreds of photos and obviously seeing her dad on the tv. After a complicated few weeks, this was Rosè's moment - mostly - to be happy and to celebrate her favourite human coming home. You, who witnessed everything along her side was bursting for your little ray of sunshine.

The kettle had reached the boiling point, bringing you out of your daydreaming. You made two cups of tea and placed them on to the kitchen island. Mason tried leaving Rosè on the chair to his right, but she wasn't having it. Finally, when Rosè sat on her father's lap you laughed under your breath knowing that she's going to be clinging onto Mason all day. Looking at the two from the opposite side of the island you were just admiring how Rosè looks exactly like her father, even at a young age, stubborn when she set herself a certain goal.

Looking at Mason, you noticed how exhausted he looked. "Thanks for this." He said after taking a sip of his tea.

"You look tired, Mase." You pitied him sometimes. The pressure of the public opinion and him being his own critic.

"I'm exhausted but i missed you both." He said moving his leg up and down, making Rosè jump up and down giggling. "But i can't wait to get into bed."

"I made your bed. I didn't mean to intrude, I just thought it would nice -" You tried to explain.

"The perfect housewife!" Mason interrupted as he flashed you a smirk which you knew that he was just kidding.

"Omg shut up." You failed miserably to hide your rosy cheeks behind your cup of tea. " Don't say that. You already know the amount of -" you stopped yourself from swearing in front of Rosè. "things people talk about us." You exposed one of your current worries.

"Yeah, well I don't care. You shouldn't either. Let them talk, only we know what's going on and quite frankly no one else needs to know too. It's none of their business."

You knew you shouldn't but at the same time, you wasn't famous at all and your life was pretty normal for anyone to care about. Still, being the mother of Mason Mount's daughter was enough to drag some unsolicited attention. "Have you read the articles they put out?"

Mason threw his head down, leaving kisses on Rose's head. He had read them, he had tabs on his phone with notifications. Mason wished to have the power to shut them up once and for all. Mason didn't want that life for Rosè or you in that case. He wanted to protect their privacy. "Yes i have. I'm going to kepp my opinions close to my heart for now." Mason said with a tone of anger in his voice. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault, Mase."

He didn't respond. Mason felt like he was the only one to blame, for every violation of their intimacy. These reporters were always nasty, however the worst started when you got pregnant, when they decided to co-parent, adding to the mix living in the same house. Reporters made the multiple decisions they took as parents of Rosè one of their disgusting website's top stories.

You and Mason were good friends before anything else happened between the two of you, so that option was the most reasonable at the time. The press and public thought otherwise.

You tried, really tried, to ignore them. Falling in the process. mason tried to persuade you multiple times about ignoring whatever they were saying, the comments of random people on twitter, even when he wasn't any better at it.

Truth was, not only you would read about what they had to say about Rosè or you. Sometimes at night, when Mason was away, you fell onto those sites. Articles included Mason's relationship with you. You deep down knew you and Mason wouldn't be anything more but it was hard to think that one day he would be with a woman that's not her. Not that it was your business, you weren't a couple before and definitely not now. You tried to repeat it as a mantra, trying to convince yourself that even though you are co-parenting it doesn't mean anything else.

Deep down, you knew it would eventually happen. He was at the top of his career, being fitter than ever and showing a new mature side as a father. Soon a girl would make him fall hard, and unfortunately it wasn't going to be you. You were his friend and the mother of his daughter only. You knew Mason loved you like a friend. Only like that. Not Mason or anyone knew the deep feelings you were trying really hard to suppress.

You felt sorry for yourself when thinking about those fantasies of him with a well put together woman. Someone who was the opposite of you. Someone who wears make up everyday, has a body you’d give an arm to have, and above all, someone smarter than you. You happened to be far from that now. Having a toddler was hard work, alongside with your 9-5 office job. Most of the time, at home, you wore comfy clothes, stained with something that Rosè had put on you or something, your hair up in a messy bun and zero make up. You couldn’t remember the last time you worked out. It was just all over the place in your head, and on top of that trying to be the best mum in the world for Rosè.

“Y/N?” Mason said, startling you out of your thoughts. You looked at him with your eyes blank. “We lost you for a second.”

“Sorry.”

“Everything okay?” He asked, visibly concerned about you. Meanwhile, Rosè tried to participate in the conversation with Mason. You softly grinned at her.

“Yeah, just tired.” You lied. Before Mason could say anything else - something that would successfully break down your walls by making you talk about your worries. “How about you go play with daddy while I clean the kitchen, hm?” You asked Rosè. You felt like you needed to keep some distance from Mason, even though he had just arrived home.

Mason laughed at Rosè’s excitement while standing up and off they went into the living room to play with his daughters learning blocks she loved doing.

After leaving the mugs on the sink, hearing your daughter giggle with her dad made your heart melt, it was one of your favourite sounds. You took a deep breath, you didn’t know how you would keep your shit together, but for the good of your daughter you were willing to do everything.

Even keeping your feelings at bay.

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cainnleacghlovers · 2 years

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Who’s he? - MM

Paring: Mason Mount x Fem!Reader

Summary: Mason thinks Y/N is cheating. What happens when he can’t get his girl to forgive him? And what happens when Mason marks him in a match?

Warnings: Angst

Part 1/2?? maybe??

Finishing up the pasta you were cooking, you checked, for about the hmm? what time? you’d lost count. Okay, you definitely had enough protein in it. You’d asked the clubs dietician for some dishes you could make for Mason, knowing he loved a home cooked meal. Why on earth would someone need so much protein? What even is an amino acid?

You couldn’t complain, after all, you did get to reap the benefits of the muscle he was building. Whether it was a strong hand clasped in yours when you were out for a walk, or clutching his biceps while he pounded into you. Yep, you definitely weren’t gonna complain.

Trying a bit of the sauce. you were satisfied with the taste. Hearing the door creak open. You still hadn’t gotten round to oiling it yet. Shoes were thrown off, no doubts against the skirting board, and feet padded across the wooden floors, until a voice rung through the house.

“I’m home baby!” The voice said. That voice none other than your boyfriend. His voice was raspy, probably due to the freezing temperatures in London right now. You don’t think you’d ever get used to the permanent draft that seemed to linger in ever corner of the country.

“Kitchen!” You hummed back, singing to the beat of the song currently playing. New romantics by Taylor Swift. One Mason had even grown to love, insisting the lyrics mirrored his life. ‘The best people in life are free.’

Stepping into the kitchen, he gave you a smile, before making his way over to you, and pulling you into his chest by the waistband of your leggings. He swayed you slightly, his cold breath gradually heating up against your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

“I missed you today.” He’d been gone, how long? 3 hours. But you two needed to spend every minute of every day of every month of every year of every… okay, you get what i mean, together. He was your best friend, and he wasn’t just your world, he was your moon and stars. He was your entire galaxy.

“I missed you too.” You hummed against his chest, hands still stirring the pot in front of you, as you slapped his hand away when he tried to take some. That boy was so bad for double dipping.

“How was your day?” He asked, refusing to let go of you.

“Boring. Lecture was absolute shite. Came home, did homework. Got bored of said homework. Made pasta to procrastinate. How was yours? Working hard?”

He laughed at your comment, as your prodded his bicep.

“Working very very hard.” He added, spinning you round so he could pepper kisses all over your face. His bearubble, as you liked to call. It wasn’t a beard, but it wasn’t stubble. It was a bearubble. It tickled your face as his lips found yours, and you melted into the kiss. The coldness of his lips contrasting the warmth of yours.

“Mason stop. That tickles.”

‘Mason stop’ seemed to translate into ‘Mason keep going’, and he began to tickle under your arms, and scratch your face lightly as you kicked your feet in defence. You were a giggling mess under him, and he swore, in that moment, he’d never heard anything sweeter.

“Mase dinners gonna go cold.” He released you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Fine. You win.”

As if on queue, his stomach rumbled, and he kissed you on the cheek before reaching up to grab some bowls. As he stretched, his jumper rose slightly, getting a good look at his toned stomach. Suddenly you were hungry for two things now!

Filling the bowls, he moved you over so he could lift them. Insisting he did everything for you, even carrying your bowl.

Making your way over to the living room, yes you ate in the living room, and yes you had a perfectly good kitchen table, but both your parents had been strict with eating on the sofa, so as soon as you got your own house, by god were you eating on the sofa.

He sat down, patting his lap for you to sit down.

“Will you be able to eat your dinner without getting distracted?” Hand on a hip, as you looked at him.

“I’ll be a good boy.”

Laughing, you fell onto his lap. Enjoying your dinner, and enjoying your company.

As you went to get drinks, a phone buzzed.

“It’s yours.” Mason said.

“I think it’s your mum. She was asking me about wallpaper. I said light blue, but she sent me every light blue wallpaper in the blinkin’ place.” You laughed to yourself, not really angry. You loved his mum.

He looked at your phone, as he checked the notification. Unless he unlocked the phone, he wouldn’t be able to see.

“Well who’s it from?”

“Can’t see. Got that lock thingy on.”

Unlocking your phone, you came back in, handing him a bottle of water. The atmosphere seemed to change, as if the cold from outside had crept in.

“It’s from Martin.” He said with a monotone expression.

“Who’s Martin?” You said genuinely curious.

“I think you exactly who Martin is.”

He spat the name out, and you felt the poison spilling off of his tongue. Furrowing your eyebrows, you were confused at why he raised his voice at you.

“Right, calm down.” You said, rolling your eyes at his temper.

“Calm down? Haha, you’re a funny one Y/N.”

“Oh i’m just hilarious. Why’ve you got a stick up your ass all of a sudden?”

Opening your phone, you realised it wasn’t messages. It was Instagram.

“No no. Don’t try be all ‘I’m so innocent’ with me? Jesus, you’ve talked more than once. What is this? He’s swiping up on your stories? He’s swiped up on one i’m in? He clearly knows that you’re you know, not single? Why is he messaging you? And why is it more than once!”

He was angry now. You knew the messages he was talking about, and they were certainly not bad. He played football with your brother, he complimented you? It was innocent. Absolutely nothing in it. If he was gonna point fingers, best believe you were too.

“Want me to go find him and go ‘Yo Martin, why are you messaging me, tell me every single fibre of thought behind it.’ I didn’t ask him to do this? So don’t take something that isn’t my fault, out on me.”

The tension in the room rose, the sofa being both a literal boundary, and a metaphorical one. You two didn’t shout, and you two most certainly didn’t accuse the other of cheating.

“Well you obviously gave him some notion that this was okay? You’re probably loving the attention.” He drew out the loving, and the sarcasm was laced through his words. His final words hurt you.

“And why on earth, mars, and venus would i do that? I don’t know why he’s messaged me. He swiped up on my story, and being a decent human, I replied back! I didn’t think much of it? It’s not like I sent him hearts and kisses, and ‘omg i’m in love with you?’ You’re being dramatic.”

If he was gonna go for sore spots, you were going to absolutely kick him in the ball. Not literally, but you were considering it. He knew you hated the attention you for dating him, and you knew he hated being told he was dramatic. Two can play at that game Mason.

He did not take that well. At all. Oh no.

“I’m dramatic?! My girlfriend is messaging other lads? What am I supposed to say to that, do a happy dance, and tell all the lads tomorrow at training! No! You’re bloody entertaining him. Why’re you going it? Your own validation?”

He opened your phone, scrolling through the messages. There was no point trying to get it, it would make the whole situation, that was already dramatic, explode.

“You’ve replied to all of them? Awk come on now Y/N. ‘Looking great’ with an ‘x’ ,a fucking ‘x’ you can’t be serious? ‘Aww thank you, that’s so sweet’ with a happy face. And you didn’t think much about it? What a fucking joke. Absolute bull shit.”

Not only did he mock his accent, his intimidated yours. You couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Are you serious Mason? He said ‘looking great’ and I replied? Being nice? And if we’re being like that, yeah i guess he’s a friend. But there’s absolutely nothing in it!”

“Fuck off.” He said, phone still in his hand, as if it were glued.

“No you fuck off you bastard.”

You didn’t mean to call him a bastard, and god you hated that word, but you were angry and cross and furious and every single word that means pissed off.

“Such a nice thing to call your boyfriend. Maybe you’d rather Martin be your boyfriend.”

“I’m not even talking to you anymore you ass hole.”

Again, you didn’t mean to call him that, but you were angry and cross and steaming out the ears. He scoffed, throwing your phone on the seat, and went upstairs to do something. Who cares what he was going to do. Probably complain about you to Declan.

Slumping down on the seat, you groaned in pure frustration, not understanding how the situation went from his mums wallpaper, to your supposed cheating scandal. Kicking your feet in the air, like a child, you got off of the seat with another groan, and put the bowls in the kitchen.

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After you’d cooled down, and your vision turned normal, no longer seeing red. You decided that you should crack on with some homework. The complex Uni stuff you didn’t even understand would distract you.

Only problem was, Uni books were upstairs. Normally that would be a problem because, who could be bothered walking up the stairs not you. Today the problem was Mason.

Walking upstairs, you seen him sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Y/N.” He said softly. How dare he use that tone on you?

You looked at him, your eyes dark. You did not want to speak to him.

He patted the space beside him, looking for you to sit down.

“Come here. Please.” He added. The desperation in his voice almost made you feel bad. Almost.

“I do not want to talk to you.” You said harshly.

“Please. I wanna apologise.”

Number one rule in your relationship, someone wants to apologise, listen. Sighing you say down beside him. He moved to be closer to you, his arms stretching out to find their usual spot, around your waist. Not today though. You moved away from him.

“I’m sorry. You know I trust you.”

“Omg! You totally do. You’d never accuse me of cheating.” You said sarcastically, not even sorry that it probably hurt his feelings. He deserved it.

“I don’t know why I reacted like that. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t of blown up at you.”

“That’s nice.” You added, raising your eyebrows. Listening to him, but not listening to him.

Getting up, and getting your books. You made your way to the door, eager to get out of this damn room.

“Y/N come on. I know I fucked up. I’ve said sorry, and I am sorry. What else can I do baby. Talk to me. Tell me how I can be better.”

“I know you said sorry, but I just don’t wanna look at your right now. Never mind talk to you.”

He sighed knowing you weren’t gonna give in. You pursed your lips, and prepared for you long, super long, night of studying. Yay!

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Checking the time, and seeing it was 1:30 AM. You decided you’d have enough. Valuing your back over a fight with Mason. You were not sleeping on the coach. You made your way up the stairs.

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Getting changed, you turned away from him, and he knew every single detail about you. From the time you wanted to be blonde, till the clothes you slept in. So of course, he noticed that you didn’t wear your usual bed attire. His t-shirt, and shorts. Instead opting for your own top, and a pair on long bottoms. You got in bed, not even looking at him, ad you stared aimlessly at the wall.

Better to go to bed angry than to rush an insincere apology.

“Night baby. I love you.” Mason said, and you heard him move to face you. Instead of being met with your pretty face, he was met with your back. He still thought it was pretty, but it wasn’t your gorgeous eyes.

“Night Mason.” You said coldly.

“Are you still coming to the match tomorrow?”

“I’ll see. I have a lot of work.” It wasn’t a lie, you did have a lot of work.

“But you never miss my home games.” He moaned. It was true. 4 years of dating, 4 years of home games.

“Mason please. I don’t wanna do this. Go to sleep.”

You felt him turn away again.

“Sorry. Night. I love you.”

Ignoring him, you soon fell into a dreamless sleep.

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Waking up that morning, you notice Masons gone. You knew you put him a bad mood, after ignoring him last night, but he hadn’t been cross enough to let you freeze. The blankets had been pulled over you.

Rolling over, you rolled your eyes. Reaching for your phone. A message from Kai lit up the screen.

Kai: “what’d you do to him? worst fucking mood ever.”

So Kai got the blunt of it. Lucky him.

You: “he thinks i was flirting with Martin Ødegaard???? so i got pissed off. like really. called him a bastard…😬”

You watched the three bubbles appear as Kai typed.

Kai: “In short, he fucked up.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. The German really fit the stereotype. Blunt as hell.

You: “hmm.”

Kai: “You coming to the game then??? Sophia’s been eating my ear off about seeing you. Both them on the same pitch, roughhhhh😳”

Your heart dropped. Chelsea were playing Arsenal. Forgot being fucked, you were double fucked. No, triple fucked.

You: “Fuck off. no way you’re playing Arsenal.”

Kai: “We are indeed.”

You: “fuck my life. good luck later then!!”

Not that Kai needed it, he was a phenomenal player.

Kai: “thanks Y/N🙌🙌”

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You decided you had to go to this match. Getting ready, you decided you didn’t hate him enough to not wear his jersey, but decided on a jumper over the top. The jumper could come of, the jumper could stay on. You’d see how you were feeling.

—

Getting to the match, you showed your pass, and they let you in. Making your way up, you spotted Sophia. Greeting her with your usual hug.

—

As the match progressed, Mason was extremely aggressive. You’d never seen him play like this. He always insisted that a dirty player, meant they weren’t secure in their ability. He fouled Saka. Surprising you. He had a lot of respect for the young boy. Singing his praises often.

“Jesus Mason.” You muttered, watching as Christian pushed Mason back, looking like he was having a serious conversation with him.

Sitting beside Sophia, you both cringed. The fouling was unnecessary.

“Did something happen? He’s really angry.” She commented, and you let out a dry laugh. You didn’t have the energy to explain what happened, even to one of your best friends. The girl you say on the floor with giggling like teenagers over your boyfriends.

“Fight last night. I didn’t wanna apologise. He thought I was cheating.”

Her eyes widened, she was genuinely shocked. The whole world knew how much you two adored each other. If you wanted the stars, he found a way to give you the whole universe.

“No way. What a dick.” She commented, making you laugh.

“Worst part is. Number 8. That’s who I apparently cheated on him with.”

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Mason had the ball, and he was plummeting towards the goal. He tore through the defence like they were just made of feathers. Booting the ball, he found the back of the net. Running over to the corner of the field, he slid across on his knees. Lifting his top up.

He had ‘you look great x’ wrote across his under shirt, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re right Soph. What a dick head.”

Half time came and done, the tension in the pitch spreading to the stands. The fans were tense. The coaches were tense. The players were tense.

You were tense.

The boys came back out, and before you knew it. A commotion broke out of the pitch. Mason pushing Martin. He obviously did not appreciate that, and shoved your boyfriend right back. Christian ripped Mason away, and Martin shouted something.

I seen the anger rip through his body, coursing through his veins. Mason stormed over to Martin, grabbed his shirt, and threw him to the ground. Martin hit the ground, his team matés absolutely furious with what happened. The referee wasted no time showing him a card, as Kai dragged him away. Trying to talk some sense to him.

No surprises, he got subbed off. He stalked off the pitch, kicking a water bottle that was on the grass, sending it flying into the dug outs. He stormed into the changing rooms, or so you thought. That’s the general direction he appeared to be going in.

You and Sophia gave each other the look.

All she did was pay your shoulder and laugh.

“Good luck.”

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Sick of his attitude, you walked into the changing rooms. Taking a lot of convincing on your behalf to the security guard to let you in. Eventually he did.

You got to the door of the changing room. Doing an awkward dance, jig type thing, as you prepared to go in. Your tongue became sandpaper, and you had to give yourself an internal clock to convince yourself to knock.

“Mason. It’s me. Are you decent?”

Waiting for a response, you cringed. Not sure what you were embarrassed over. The whole situation probably. Hearing a grunt back, you assumed that translated into something like ‘Come on in.’ Taking a deep breath, you opened the door.

Sitting away from him, you looked at him. He refused to meet you eye. There was no point sugar coating what he’d done. He’d messed up. Again.

“What was that about? You’ve bebe bebe booked for aggression.”

“Jesus, let me breathe. You’re going to tell me how I shouldn’t of done it either. I’ve heard it from Kai, i’ve heard it from Christian. I don’t wanna hear about it.”

He ripped his boots off, throwing them into the shoe locker. You never understood how they got new boots every match. 100’s of pounds for one game. Seems like an awful waste.

“I’m sure you’ve heard it enough, but yeah, you shouldn’t of done it. Pushing Bukaya as well. Come on Mason. What got you so pissed off? Other than the obvious.”

“Nothing.” He said bluntly. This was like talking to a brick wall.

“Mason.”

He raised his head out of their position between his hands, and his hair was messed up from gripping it. He threw his head against the wall, groaning in frustration as he sighed deeply.

“He called me an arrogant son of a bitch. Said I think this big tough lad, and i’m not. Didn’t even say that much, I was just cross and he was an easy target.”

He sighed, obviously regretting what he’d done.

He looked at you, finally. His eyes sad, and dropping from tiredness. You knew yourself, how eyes look when they’re about to cry. Your Uni work enforcing this feeling so often. You couldn’t help but feel bad.

“It got me thinking. Maybe I am an arrogant son of a bitch. And I know I don’t deserve you. And don’t tell me ‘Oh Mase don’t listen to him.’ or ‘you know i love you.’ After what I said yesterday, you deserve someone better. You deserve more than me.”

His eyes scanned your body, noticing his name wasn’t on show. You were still mad, but you had all the time in the world to be mad. Mason needed you.

Moving close to him, you tugged your jumper off. Turning your back so he could see his name, looking over your shoulder to see him smiling a little.

There it was. Your beautiful boys smile.

“I’m very proud. To let everyone know. That the handsome, talented man, that is the Mason Mount, is my boyfriend. My boyfriend. My man.”

He smiled, putting his hand out to pull you closer, pulling it back a little when he remembered you were still mad. Doing his job for him, you moved closer. Head resting on his shoulder. The whole fight seemed silly now, but you knew you still had to talk about it.

“I’m sorry for calling you a bastard, and an ass hole.” You joked. You definitely weren’t sorry, he didn’t have to know that.

He laughed, and you felt a weight lift of your shoulders.

“No I deserved it.”

“Yeah, you did.” You laughed.

You two sat in silence, the only thing breaking it was the cheers of the crowd. Who scored? You don’t know. Did you care? Not one bit.

“And I love you.” He smiled at that, his arm resting around your shoulder, rubbing lightly up and down.

“I love you. So damn much. No, that’s not enough. I love you so much that I’d give up football for you. I love you so much that i’d let Declan beat me every time we play fifa. I love you so much that I-”

You shut him up with a kiss. The kiss was more than just two lips touching. It was full of love. Full of passion. Full of 4 years of love you’d shared with this boy. 4 years of laughter, smiles, and tears.

“No harm Mason. You absolutely stink.”

He laughed, missing your banter. Even if it was just for a few hours. He never ever wanted to stop hearing your laugh.

“Guess we should shower then.” He prompted. Trying his luck.

“Showering’s a solo task.” You said.

He stood up, grabbing the back of your thighs as he lifted you, bridal style.

“When has showering ever been a solo task with us?”

Part 2???

This was inspired by a fic I read ages ago, and cant find the author :( If you do, let me know!

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canirove · 4 months

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“I don’t know if I’m going to be able to make it back to the villa, Mase. I ate so much…”

“I told you we should have taken the Vespa.”

“Yeah… Anyway, thank you for this.”

“You’re very welcome” he smiled before kissing her hand, that once again, was tangled with his.

It was the day before Adele’s birthday, and since her parents had decided to throw a little party, Mason had planned to take her into town to eat together just the two of them one last time. And they had gone to one of their favourite places, the pizzeria they had loved so much all those years ago.

“Can we have some gelato?”

“Addie, are you still hungry?” Mason laughed.

“They say it is digestive, remember? And I need something to help me with it, look at my belly. It's as if I'm like 5 or 6 months pregnant.”

“What?” he chuckled.

“Look” she said, letting go of his hand and touching her stomach the same way pregnant women do.

“Adele!” Mason laughed.

“Do I look pregnant or not?”

“You look beautiful.”

“And pregnant” she repeated, trying to ignore how her cheeks were getting warm. “How should we call him?”

“What?”

“My food baby. He is yours, you were the one who took me to the pizzeria.”

“I mean… Since the baby was made at Gialunca’s pizzeria…”

“Gianluca. I like it. Say hello to your pizza son, Gianluca” Adele laughed.

“Hello” Mason smiled, caressing her belly as if there actually was a baby in there. When their eyes met, his hand still on her stomach, they found themselves smiling like two idiots. And then, a horrible sound was heard.

"Holy shit, Addie" Mason laughed. "I felt my hand vibrating!"

"I told you I needed something to help with my digestion. That sound isn't a good sign."

"Smelly Addie?" he smirked.

"That happened once!"

"That I know of…"

"Meh meh meh" she replied, rolling her eyes. "As if you didn't do it."

"I do, but mine smell like roses" he grinned.

"Ha!"

"They do."

"Then next time you should bottle one and save it for your next perfume."

"Maybe I should. Good idea, Addie" Mason said before both of them bursted out laughing.

“Anyway, gelato?” Adele asked.

“Gelato” Mason smiled.

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"Elizabeth, you need to relax."

"How do you want me to relax when they've been lying to our faces for months?"

"Those photos may have been taken out of context."

"Toni, have you seen the same photos I have? You can't take that out of context!"

"It can happen. Or have you forgotten that you yourself went through something like this before your wedding?"

"This is different" Elizabeth said.

"How?"

"In my case it was just a bad angle on a red carpet. They were..."

"They are coming. Please behave" Toni said.

"I'll try" Elizabeth replied, taking a deep breath.

"Good morning, mum" Mason smiled, walking into the kitchen.

"Good morn..."

"Adele, are you pregnant?" her mum asked, not allowing her to finish her sentence.

"What?" her and Mason said at the same time.

"Are you pregnant, yes or no? It's a simple question."

"Of course not! Why are you asking me that, mum?"

"Because of this" Elizabeth said, showing her her phone.

"What the fuck! Did your agency tell you about this? Did you know?" Adele asked Mason.

"I did not" he hissed, reading the headline. Mount-Turlington baby on their way! The couple was caught sharing some cute moments around the small baby bump while in Italy, where they are celebrating Adele's birthday with their families.

"Anything else you would like to add?" Elizabeth asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I'm not pregnant, mum. We had been having lunch and I was joking about eating too much and having a food baby, nothing else!"

"Is that true, Mason?" Toni asked him.

"It is, mum. Adele and I haven't... You know" he said, his cheeks turning a dark shade of pink.

"They are telling the truth, Elizabeth. Look at his face."

"Are you dating?" she asked.

"You know we aren't, mum. We are just faking it so the paparazzis would leave us alone" Adele said.

"I'm not so sure of that anymore, tho. Because every time you share something online, I have more and more doubts about you telling us the truth."

"What?"

"She's right, you know?" Toni said. "The more we see you together, the more we all doubt about what you guys tell us. You do look like a couple, and not just online."

"I can't believe this" Adele laughed. "Yes, we are closer than before. But we are not dating, or sleeping together or having a baby. Tell them, Mase."

"We aren't" he whispered, his eyes fixed on the floor.

"See? Look at him! You are lying!" Elizabeth said, pointing at Mason. "Why can't you trust me, Adele? I thought we could tell everything to each other!"

"And we can!"

"Then stop lying and tell us the truth!"

"I already have!"

"No, you have not! You and Mason are together but don't want to admit it for whatever the reason!"

"Elizabeth..." Toni said, trying to calm her down.

"We are not dating!" Adele said.

"Liar!"

"Urgh!"

"Adele! Adele, where are you going?" Elizabeth yelled.

"Somewhere as away from you as I can!" she yelled back, leaving the kitchen.

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"Is this seat taken?"

"Mase" Adele said, wiping away a tear. "How did you find me?"

"I guess I know you too well" he chuckled, sitting down next to her. "How are you?"

"Angry, sad, hurt, and having the worst birthday ever. How did those paps find us?"

"I don't know. I texted my agency and they swore they didn't call them."

"And do you believe them?"

"I actually do, yes."

"Then how…"

"They believe someone may have recognized where we are through one of the photos we've shared, and tipped the press."

"And they had to find us yesterday when we were being silly" Adele sighed.

"And now you and your mum are angry with each other, and it's all my fault" Mason said.

"What?"

"It's all my fault, Addie. I should have said something else, but I..."

"My mum not believing us isn't your fault, Mason. It's hers. All those articles have gotten into her head."

"But I should have been more convincing."

"You were convincing."

"I wasn't, Addie. Anyone could tell I was lying. My mum noticed too."

"But you weren't lying, Mase. We aren't dating."

"We aren't, but..."

"But?"

"Remember what happened here, under this same tree, when we were sixteen?"

"I came here to cry after an argument with my mum. Kind of like today" Adele chuckled. "You found me and we..."

"We kissed" Mason said. "You took it as a joke, as something I did to cheer you up. But it was different for me. That kiss is something I've been wanting to repeat many times since that day."

"You... You've wanted to kiss me?"

"Yes. I've wanted to kiss you, and hug you, and touch you and do all the things people in love do. Because I love you, Adele."

"You..."

"That's why your mum thinks we are lying. Because I can't hide my feelings for you anymore."

"I… you..." she mumbled.

"It's ok, don't worry. Since that first kiss I've known that you only see me as a friend, that you don't feel the same for me. And even though with everything that has been happening lately I've been getting my hopes up, thinking that maybe your feelings were changing, today you made it very clear that I was just fooling myself."

"Mase... Mase, look at me."

"I don't want you to see me like this."

"Look at me" Adele repeated, gently caressing his cheek until he moved his face to look at her. "You weren't fooling yourself" she said before kissing him.

The moment their lips touched, it was as if they had traveled back in time. As if they were again those two teenagers sitting under that same orange tree, Mason kissing her to make her feel better. Though this time, she was the one kissing him to make him feel better, to let him know that her feelings for him had changed, that she felt the same he did.

And this time, their kiss wasn't an awkward or clumsy one. This time both of them knew what they were doing, and they wanted more of it.

Without noticing it, Adele had moved and was now straddling him, Mason's hands moving up and down her thighs while they kept kissing as if they needed the other to breathe.

"Addie" Mason gasped when she started to kiss his neck, his hands grabbing her butt and pulling her closer towards him. "Fuck, Addie" he grunted when she moved her hips against him before kissing him again.

Now they were doing it with even more passion, Mason's hands on her hips, helping her move them against him.

"Mase" she heard herself moaning, that sound making them both stop to catch their breaths.

"Addie, what are we doing?" he asked, resting his forehead on hers.

"I'm not sure" she replied. "But I know I don't want to stop."

"Neither do I" Mason said, meeting her eyes.

"Should we go inside?"

"Your room or mine?" he chuckled.

"Yours is closer" she smiled, caressing his cheek one last time before getting up and running to his room.

Once there, they were kissing again, and it didn't take them too long until they were just in their underwear, Adele pushing Mason against the bed and moving to be on top of him.

"Addie..." he moaned when she started to move her hips against him once again, kissing him everywhere.

"That feels good, doesn't it?" she said against his neck, the feeling making him gasp.

"So good. But it would feel even better if I was inside you.”

"Did you bring protection?"

"Always. It's in my bag in the bathroom."

"Good boy" she smirked before leaving the bed. "We already have enough with one fake baby."

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When I Let It Out - Mason Mount

Who: Mason Mount, Declan Rice Prompt: Hyperventilating Requested by: anonymous Word count: 644 Warnings: contains descriptions of panic attack and hyperventilating.

Mason wasn't one to easily talk about his feelings or emotions, never had been and still wasn't. Instead, he was used to keeping it all in and pushing it down. But at some point, in a big burst, everything spilled out. It always did.

Mason knew this wasn't the best way to go about things, and he should probably find a healthier way to deal with his emotions, but that was far easier said than done.

Today was such a day where he wasn't able to keep things in anymore. Mason instantly felt that once he stepped off the pitch after training today. He had witnessed one of his England teammates sustain a possibly serious injury, and ever since then, the foreboding tightness had settled in Mason's chest.

Mason stepped into the dressing room with the world feeling like a haze around him. The tightness in his chest only became worse, as if someone was pulling a belt tighter around him. He couldn't breathe normally anymore. Each inhale seemed to be blocked off and air could only reach his lungs in limited amounts. The familiar sense of panic that usually accompanied these episodes rose fast now.

"We're going in here for a moment."

Mason wasn't even aware at first of Declan appearing beside him and putting his arm around him to steer Mason into a side room. Declan closed the door behind the both of them to give Mason some privacy.

Mason almost gasped for breath now. "Take it easy, mate." Declan soothed. "Try to think about what you always do in these situations. You've done it before, and I know you can do it again now." Mason tried with all his might, but wasn't really succeeding yet. He stumbled over to the nearest wall and placed flat hands against it, leaning forward and bending his head low. No matter what he did, his breaths remained strained and high in his throat.

Declan watched Mason struggle silently for a little while. "Mase..." He finally started. The sadness for his friend sounded in his voice. "I'm alright," Mason answered softly, "I'll be alright." He seemed to have a little bit of breath back, although it was still far from normal. "I know that," Declan answered calmly, "but we do need to talk about this, please."

Mason slowly turned around, leaning his back against the wall now. He tried to keep the expression on his face neutral, but Declan saw through that right away. "This isn't good, mate," Declan said sadly. Mason meant to respond, but an involuntary gasp of breath took away his answer. He slowly shook his head instead. "Deep breaths," Declan guided, "try to take deep breaths."

Declan wished this was the first time he had to talk and support Mason through one of these episodes, but it wasn't. He knew exactly how Mason dealt with difficult or painful situations, how immensely hard he found that, and how his way of dealing with it surely wasn't the best way.

"I know what you want to say." Mason managed to get the words out. Declan nodded thoughtfully. "I'm sure you do." Mason took another shuddering breath. "Maybe it's time I start working on it." "I think so, too." Declan agreed. "Because this can't go on like this. This isn't healthy, mate."

Mason's breath caught high in his chest again. "But I'm scared of it." "Oh, Mase..." Declan stepped forward to rest his hands on Mason's shoulders. "That's what I'm here for. You don't have to do it alone. No matter how hard it gets, I'm going to be there for you."

Mason glanced up at his friend. The man whom he knew for basically all his life and who knew him so well. A sudden feeling of gratitude flooded through Mason. "Thank you," he whispered sincerely, "because I'm probably going to need the support."

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Mason mount 🍒

With a bit of Joao Felix in it

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“Soo umm..”

“Yes he’ll be there.” Sophie didn’t even let me finish already knowing what I was gonna ask or rather who I was gonna ask about but my ego refused to take the hit.

“What you don’t even know who I was gonna talk about..” I tried to play it off but the way I stuttered and my cheeks heated up wasn’t helping my case. At all.

“Girl.. please.” She rolled her eyes and I just scoffed leaning back against my chair.

“Soap” Kai’s voice came from the front door followed by quick footsteps.

“Kitchen” Sophia replied with a small smile on her face and I held back from teasing how smitten she was.

“Hello ladies” came in Kai a few seconds later his face lighting up when he saw her.

“I brought a guest with me” he said giving Soap a quick kiss on her cheek before smirking at me.

Oh I do not like this.

“Who?” I asked him carefully already having a few guesses but not liking either.

“Oh you know just your favourite boy” he said not even trying to hide his smirk and shrugging innocently but that didn’t stop me from jumping on my feet “Oh hell you didn’t I’m literally in pyjamas I’m not ready to see hi— HI MASON” just as I was about to flee the kitchen a certain chocolate haired boy walked in.

Brown eyes immediately found mine and the way they sparkled caused butterflies to go crazy in my stomach and I quite literally walked backwards to where I was seating a minute ago melting into Sophia’s side extremely embarrassed, excited also trying to hide my pjs behind the table.

Soap patted my back shaking her head while she looked at Kai with amused eyes muttering something in German.

“H-hi” Mason mumbled in a shy voice his cheeks flushed.

How can he be this pretty?

“You forgot this in the car” Mason cleared his throat breaking eye contact with me to look at Kai. It was just then that I realised he had flowers in his hands.

“Oh yes sorry these are for you love” kai said giving Sophia the flowers and I was admiring the way they were looking at each other that I missed the blue roses in Mason’s hand.

“And um I got this for you” Mason said in a shy voice.

“Really?” That was not the best thing I could reply with which was probably why I could hear Kai and Sophia giggling behind me but I was too busy admiring the amused smile that crawled on mason’s face to care.

“Yeah I remember you said blue roses were your favourite the last time we watched corpse bride together and we saw these outside the flower shop. I couldn’t help my self.” He said scratching the back of his neck.

My heart did a backflip.

Also I don’t think I’ve seen him this red before.

I didn’t waste another second to jump in his arms hugging him tightly and he held me just as tight “thank you mase.” I mumbled and felt him nod gently squeezing my side.

“They have glitters on them.” He blurted out causing me to giggle and I finally got to have a good look at the flowers which indeed had cute glitters.

“They’re perfect. I love them Mason. Thank you again.” I gave him a big smile and with a slight skip in my steps I looked for a vase.

“How have you been Mase?” Sophia asked and Mason pulled out a chair across from us to seat but kai was quick to seat down on the chair Mason had just pulled leaving him with no choice but to seat next to me.

“Thanks mate” Kai said and I shook my head at him.

Real smooth.

With a confused frown on his face, Mason sat down. I could feel how close he was and the empty cup in my hand wasn’t helping much to hide my red cheeks anymore.

Conversion flew easily between the four of us and eventually my legs ended up on soap’s laps while she was leaned against Kai and mase’s chair was pulled much closer to me than the start of the afternoon his arm at the back of my chair.

Every time that I looked at him I’d find his eyes already on me neither of us able to hide our smiles.

“Well gentlemen as lovely as it’s been chatting with you we need to get ready for tonight.” Sophia said taking my hand.

“Oh it’s time for the best part of going out. Getting ready” soap sang dragging me up the stairs.

“Thats the best part? What about getting shit faced?” I said smirking.

“Okay maybe second best.”

I lost the count somewhere between fifth and ninth shots.

At least I achieved one of the goals of the night.

Getting shit faced.

Everything went to shit the moment I saw Joao at Chris’s house where we were having our weekly get togethers.

I was laid back on my little blanket just a few feet away from the lake I had found a while back enjoying the peace. This place has been my secret spot.. well until a ball rolled next to my foot followed by a boy apologising. He froze up when he noticed it’s me. I’ve seen him around a couple of times since we’ve moved here but never had the chance to introduce myself properly.

“Hi.” I said feeling shy under his eyes and he mumbled back a quiet hi waving awkwardly which caused me to smile. He was cute.

He grabbed his ball and opened to his mouth to say something but seemed to decide against it mumbling an even quieter see you around. In a moment of panic I blurted out “do you wanna join me for a bit?” Cursing myself for being so awkward.

His eyes sparked and I saw his real smile for the first time as he settled next to me with a good distance between us.

“Would you like a lollipop?” I giggled showing him my backpack full of lollipops and a beautiful laugh escaped his lips.

“They’re all cherry.”

A year later and I was holding back tears as Joao’s hands were cupping my cheeks looking at me with glossy eyes.

“I’m so proud of you amor.” He said kissing my forehead lingering a minute longer.

“Go live the life you’ve always dreamed of okay?” He whispered and I whipped a tear that managed to escaped his eye. Not trusting my own voice I just nodded trying to memorise every detail in his beautiful face.

“I love you.” I choked out and he smiled sadly at me hugging me tightly for the last time.

“te amo” he said kissing my neck.

It’s been years since I last saw Joao. Years since I left Portugal after living there for almost two years. while I held every memories close to my heart I had long moved on from Joao yet it came as a shock to see him at one of my closest friend’s house.

So I chose the not-exactly-smart-but-easy way of dealing with having my first love and the boy I really liked in the same room and got drunk.

Sophia knew the whole story which was a real help cause I could not deal with this on my own.

“Do you still have feelings for him?” Soap said taking a sip from her drink and I shook my head.

“It’s just weird seeing him and Mason together it’s like seeing my past and future at the same time. What I could have had and what I can have if I just find the courage to tell Mason how I feel” I drowned my drink rubbing my temples.

“Tell him.” Soap slurred filling up the cup in my hand. “There you go. Here’s the courage. Cheers.” She said proud of herself and I couldn’t help but giggle with her.

Our laughter seemed to gained some attention towards us.

“Please don’t throw up on my carpet.”

“Woah where did you come from?” Soap said looking at Christian who was in return looking at us like a disapproving father.

“To our lovely host.” I said lifting my cup and Chris’s eyes widened before he took the cups away from our hands.

“He’ey I was gonna drink to you mate.” I pouted and I’m pretty sure soap cursed at him in German but my drunk mind couldn’t focus on both of them. I could still tell that Christian was struggling to keep up his responsible facade tho, barely holding in his laughter. Glad we could be of entertainment.

“And I thank you for it.. mase.” My ears perked when Christian called out for him.

“Ah why don’t we give these two some room.” Sophia suddenly chipped in dragging Christian away and giving me not so subtle thumbs up.

“You having a good time love?” I heard his smooth voice and for a moment forgot about everything else, with my eyes closed I leaned my head against his chest and hummed contently.

“Do you want some fresh air?” He said softly brushing my hair.

“Yes please.” I mumbled in his chest.

Just as we were about to step into the garden my eyes caught Joao’s and I came to halt. I couldn’t read what he was feeling not anymore but the soft smile he gave me eased me a bit.

“You okay love?” Mason’s voice snapped me out of my haze and after about twenty minutes of seating on Christian’s pool seats making fun of his ridiculous Snow White dwarfs figures with Mason I sobered up a bit.

“Do you want me to get you a bottle of water?” He asked softly and I nodded mumbling a quiet please.

“You look well.”

“London’s been treating me well” I smiled at Joao standing a few feet away.

“I’m glad.” He said looking at the seat next to me, asking for permission silently to which I nodded.

“So what you doing here?” I asked him seating up straight to look at him.

“I live here now.” He said and I gasped. Blame it on the alcohol that I couldn’t mask my reactions.

He laughed shaking his head “no way Joao! How you liking it?” I asked crossing my legs my attention fully on him.

“Actually I love it. I can see why you’ve always wanted to live here.” He gave me a smile and I couldn’t tell if it was my imaginations but I swear I saw sadness behind his eyes.

“You look different.” I blurted out my eyes widening “I mean in a good way.” I quickly added.

“you too” He said softly looking away “in a good way.”

“I’m sorry we lost contact.” I whispered after a few minutes of silent and I heard him sighing.

“Me too, cherry.” He said and the old nickname made my throat close up slightly.

“I haven’t known him for long but I have a feeling he’s not bad.” He said and I looked up at him confused my eyes following his to where Mason was standing two bottle of water in his hands as he handed one to soap.

“Yeah he is not bad.” I said smiling.

“I’m happy for you and um I’ll be more than happy if you let me be a part of your life again.”he said.

The background scenery was giving me deja vu to the first time I met him even the pool seats had the same red and white stripes as the blanket I had that night at the lake.. but we were different people nothing about us was the same.

It was a fresh start.

I got up and hugged him. “Of course Joao. Of course.”

“Am I interrupting?” Mason asked in a small voice and I slowly let go of Joao.

“No mate.” Joao replied turning back to me. “I’ll see you around cherry.” And I nodded.

Mason slowly walked up to me with a cute confused frown on his face and I couldn’t stop myself from caressing the frown which caused him to relax immediately. My eyes traced every feature in his beautiful face. Butterflies going crazy in my stomach as he brought my palm to his lips and placed the softest kiss in the centre all while looking at me with so much adoration in his eyes.

That was enough courage for me.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning tell to you mase.”

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Oh, Teman Baru.

Satu jam sebelum pukul tujuh belas tiga puluh sore, hari Jumat.

Aku sengaja datang sejam lebih awal dari jadwal ketibaannya di bandara. Tidak apa kok, aku tidak keberatan harus menunggu sedikit lebih lama dari balik pagar pembatas itu sembari memperhatikan orang-orang di sekeliling.

Mereka semua terlihat begitu biasa.

Ada segerombolan bule yang menggendong tas backpack segera menuju konter selular. Ada sepasang orang Korea yang bergandengan tangan buru-buru mengarah ke pemberhentian taksi. Ada ibu-ibu sosialita yang sedikit heboh berfoto-foto untuk mengabadikan momen tiba mereka. Dan orang-orang lainnya yang melenggang keluar dari terminal kedatangan internasional menuju tujuannya masing-masing.

Dan aku juga pasti terlihat biasa bagi mereka semua.

Tapi, hari ini aku akan bertemu seseorang—yang tidak biasa bagiku.

Aku mencoba menghilangkan rasa gugupku dengan mondar-mandir. Jujur, jantungku berdegup tak menentu. Setiap ada orang yang muncul, aku selalu menerka-nerka, apa itu dia? Lalu pikiranku maju jauh, membayangkan dia datang melalui pintu itu, keren dan atraktif.

“Sebentar ya, masih nungguin koper,” katanya di DM Instagram. “Okay. Take your time,” balasku.

Semakin deg-degan, hingga aku memutuskan untuk mencari tempat duduk yang kosong demi menurunkan rasa gelisahku. Lalu tiba-tiba, “Haaai Cindy!” terdengar. Aku mendongakkan kepala dan menemukan dia berjalan dengan riang ke arahku.

And, he planted roses on my cheeks. Suddenly, shyly, nervously.

Aku segera menyodorkan Matcha Latte yang kubelikan untuknya. Dia pasti cukup haus setelah penerbangan yang memakan waktu lebih dari 7 jam itu. Tapi, dia tidak mengeluh. Kami mencari taksi untuk segera menuju pemberhetian selanjutnya. Dan di dalam mobil itu, aku, baru tahu, bahwa satu obrolan santai dari dua orang asing yang baru bertemu itu bisa membuat senyum tak berhenti mekar seharian.

Sebelumnya, kami sudah janjian untuk sebuah meet up yang proper. Dia selalu tahu, aku ingin makan di salah satu restoran bintang 5. Jadi, kami random saja memilih di daerah terdekat. Restorannya cukup romantis dengan konsep taman eksotis yang menawarkan menu Asian-fusion yang nikmat. Perhatianku tertuju pada menu dessert-nya yang berbentuk seperti jamur. Dia yang menyadari aku menyukai segala hal yang berbau coklat segera memesannya.

Sambil menunggu makanannya disajikan, kami memulai pembicaraan dengan basa-basi singkat. Dan, kalian tahu, cara paling mudah untuk tahu apakah kita cocok dengan seseorang atau tidak adalah ketika kita lupa waktu. Di sanalah, aku tidak sadar telah mendamparkan diri pada caranya bercerita. Untuk kesekian detik, aku berusaha untuk menggenggam erat kewarasanku agar tidak gila bayang pada orang asing di hadapanku.

Ayolah, Cindy, dia hanya orang asing, kok.

Tapi, seberapa keras pun aku berusaha untuk mengenyahkan perasaan itu, aku tahu aku akan tetap memilih satu momen bersamanya untuk diabadikan. Cukup satu. Betapa aku rela menukarkan apa pun untuk kembali dipertemukan dengan dia dengan cara yang sama.

Tidak terasa 2,5 jam berlalu begitu saja, dan hanya dalam sejauh spasi pendek itu, aku tidak tahu apa yang membuatku ingin terus berbicara. Aku sudah terbiasa dengan stereotype introvert yang kagok ketika berkomunikasi. Tapi, waktu dengannya, aku menemukan diriku bebas berdiskusi, berargumen, berkisah, tentang apa saja. Dan ternyata untuk dia yang bisa menerima celotehanku dan tidak berekspektasi aku untuk menjadi seseorang yang agung, itu sudah cukup…bagiku.

Sebelum bertemu dengannya, aku telah bertemu banyak orang. Beberapa melewatkanku, beberapa kulewatkan. Beberapa menarik perhatianku, beberapa kutarik perhatiannya. Beberapa tiada, beberapa masih ada dalam hidupku. Beberapa nama masih tersimpan dalam kontak, beberapa terhapus tanpa pikir panjang. Dan, dia, seseorang yang siluetnya langsung membentuk mimpi di saat jumpa pertama, membangkitkan kembali perasaan yang sudah lama terkubur dalam hatiku, membuatku sadar bahwa selama ini aku hanya sedang menunggu.

Malam itu, aku ingin kembali mengalami…perasaan jatuh hati di antara begitu banyak omong kosong tentang cinta pada pertemuan pertama.

Setelah menyadari gerak-gerik pelayan yang mulai beberes piring-piring yang sudah tidak menyisakan makanan, dia bertanya, “Jadi, kita mau ke mana lagi?”

“Kita jalan ke mall seberang, mau?” pintaku.

Dia mengangguk, dan bilang, “Let’s go!”

Tadinya, kukira pertemuan ini hanya akan sesingkat makan malam lalu pulang ke tempat masing-masing lalu melupakan nama satu sama lain, tapi tampaknya, semesta telah mengabulkan desakan doaku kalau: I want more time with him.

Ternyata menyebrang di jalanan yang padat kendaraan tidak semudah yang dibayangkan. Tidak ada mobil yang mau mengalah untuk kedua pejalan kaki yang terlihat takut ini. Tapi, cara dia berdiri di arah kendaraan melaju kembali membuat hatiku berdetak dua kali lebih cepat. “Kamu di sebelah sini aja, kita pelan-pelan saja." Sesaat ada kesempatan untuk menyebrang, dia memegang canggung pergelangan tanganku lalu mengarahkanku untuk berjalan dengan cepat. Tanpa kata-kata, aku sejujurnya ingin mengisyaratkan bahwa detik itu juga, aku sudah jatuh kepada dia.

“Wanna have some ice cream again?” tanya dia, sejujurnya, malam itu aku sudah kenyang dari makan di restoran sebelumnya. But, we all broke our rules for someone, right?—hanya demi agar aku punya alasan untuk memiliki kegiatan lain dengannya. So, yes was an answer.

Jam menunjukkan hampir pukul 10.30 malam. Toko-toko di mall itu sudah banyak yang tutup. Sinar lampu perlahan-lahan meredup, tapi matanya memercikkan kilatan kesima di sana. Lucu ya, bagaimana kita bisa bertemu dengan seseorang. Satu hari, kita hanya saling mengagumi dari balik gaduhnya dunia maya, kemudian di hari lainnya lagi, kita bisa berdiri di sampingnya, merasakan kehadirannya nyata.

Aku percaya, itu bukan kebetulan. Masing-masing dari kita, jika diizinkan semesta, pasti akan saling bersinggungan, entah dengan cara apa pun, di mana pun, dan kapan pun.

And that’s how I met him.

Malam itu, aku pulang lebih larut dari biasanya. Aku menimbang-nimbang, apakah setelah malam ini dia akan menghubungiku lagi? Karena, jujur, aku ingin dia datang lagi.

Aku punya berbagai jenis ketakutan, seperti film horor, reptil, barongsai…; dan kehilangan seseorang yang baru kutemui semalam.

Pagi setelah pertemuan malam itu, kembali seperti pagi-pagi biasanya. Tidak ada satu pun pesan darinya. Sesingkat apa pun itu. Aku hanya bisa memandangi layar ponsel yang tidak memunculkan notifikasi apa-apa.

9 jam. Aku tidak bisa berhenti menghitung waktu yang bergulir tanpa kabar apa-apa darinya. Entah kenapa, aku merasakan hatiku pelan-pelan tergerus. Tidak, aku tidak bermaksud untuk melekat padanya. Alasan utamanya; siapa lah aku untuk boleh mendapat kabar darinya? Tapi, ketika melihat dia aktif di media sosialnya tanpa meninggalkan sepotong pesan untukku, membuatku sedikit merasa jauh darinya dan…terabaikan. Sungguh, aku ingin mengonfirmasi bahwa tidak ada yang istimewa dari dia.

Tapi, untuk kali pertama, dalam waktu sesingkat itu, aku mau tak mau harus mengakui perasaan itu. Cemburu.

Beberapa waktu berlalu, mungkin dia tidak menyadarinya bahwa aku tidak suka terlihat rapuh. Aku bukan siapa-siapa baginya. Aku tidak ingin mengambilnya dari keluarganya, dunianya, hobinya, pekerjaannya, sirkel-sirkelnya… Tapi, bolehkah dia sisihkan saja sedikit ruang untukku yang tidak terjamah siapa-siapa untuk letakkan aku di situ? Aku tahu, aku mulai egois ingin memilikinya.

Apakah dia mengerti perasaan semacam itu?

Namun, sebelum malam jatuh seluruhnya, aku mempertaruhkan diri untuk menyapanya di kesepian itu. Dan beruntunglah aku ketika… “Aku boleh ke rumahmu, sekarang? Kita makan nasi goreng kalau kamu belum makan,” muncul pada kotak notifikasi. Dia menjelaskan kalau dia kesusahan mencari jaringan wifi hingga tidak bisa mengabariku.

Secepat kilat, tanpa pertimbangan, hanya 3 kata yang tertulis sebagai balasan: “Oke, aku tunggu.”

“Menurutmu, aneh nggak, ngobrol apa aja dengan orang yang baru kamu temui 2 hari lalu?” tanyaku setelah diam menggigit sejenak. “Enggak, malahan kita jadi lebih banyak tahu tentang satu sama lain dibanding orang lain. Hubungan kita jadi eksklusif karena itu,” jawabnya ringan sambil menatap mataku.

Tidak pernah terbesit dalam pikiranku untuk merasakan lebih daripada itu. Ketika berhadapan dengan dia, aku tidak yakin apa yang harus kulakukan. Mungkin, dia hanya butuh seseorang untuk menghangatkan bayang kosong di sampingnya. Mungkin, aku juga hanya sedang butuh ditemani saja. Tapi, why not? Mungkin, yang kami butuhkan hanyalah; suasana, teman bicara, selera makan yang sama.

And, maybe, we should try.

Biasanya, aku tidak pernah membiarkan orang lain membaca buku bucket list-ku secara langsung. Namun, dia yang begitu penasaran terus meminta untuk membacanya. “Aku ingin tahu semua keinginanmu,” mintanya. Tidak pernah ada orang yang se-excited itu untuk bertanya tentang keinginanku. Aku melihatnya menggenggam buku kecil itu lalu membacanya kalimat demi kalimat, dan dia… benar-benar ingin tahu dan terlibat. Sungguh, aku sangat menyukai binar di matanya malam itu.

Begitu saja—ya, begitu saja, se-simple itu bahagia tercipta. And I miss the comfort of being loved…

Saat sedang sama-sama membaca, tak sadar poni rambutku terjatuh menyapu dahi dan menghalangi mataku. Reflek, dia mengulurkan jari-jarinya untuk menyelipkan rambut yang terjatuh itu di balik telingaku. Dan pada saat kulit kami bersentuhan, aku merasakan hatiku berdesir. Ini kontak fisik pertama kami. Tapi, sentuhan ringan itu terasa jauh lebih privat dari semua yang telah kami bagi selama ini. Aku telah merasakan berbagai jenis sentuhan. tapi kenapa ya, kali ini, aku tidak mampu menguraikan makna dari sentuhannya?

Dia tidak segera menarik tangannya, tetapi membiarkan jari-jarinya sedikit lebih lama mengelus lembut rambutku. Dia tidak gugup, tidak juga melakukan lebih dari itu. Dia terlihat sedikit menginterpretasi. Sampai pada dia kembali ke posisi semula, aku baru sadar, selama itu aku menahan nafas dan dentuman jantung yang tak karuan. Entah tersipu atau gelisah.

"Why don't you kiss me?" Aku sedikit gemetaran mengirimkan pertanyaan ini. Sejujurnya, aku tidak ingin menanyakannya, karena aku tidak berhak merasakan memiliki dia; aku hanya boleh merasa ragu.

Setelah drama mengelus rambut itu, kukira akan terjadi skenario seperti di film-film roman yang kutonton. Mungkin akan ada sebuah kecupan kecil mendarat di pipiku, tapi dia tidak. Hingga dia berlalu pulang, hatiku tetap mengganjal sesuatu.

Dan, di batas malam itu, sungguh aku menunggu jawabannya.

Lama dia mengetik—menghapus; mengetik lagi—menghapus lagi. Entah narasi apa yang sedang dia siapkan untuk menjawab pertanyaan tidak berdasarku itu. Atau, ucapan itu terlalu blak-blakan untuk dipertanyakan?

"Actually, I want to kiss you so badly—it's killing me, but I'm just afraid to make the first move (?). Aku mau sayang kamu dan kiss you at the right time."

Semburat merah jambu muncul pada pipiku setelah membaca jawabannya. Baiklah, aku mengakui aku kalah, pada dia. Aku merindukan aroma woody blend pada tubuhnya. Aku mencari-cari pertanda demam pada tubuhku sendiri, sebab mendadak tubuhku menghangat di hari berhujan ini. Tapi, justru di saat itulah, aku merasa lebih sadar dan sehat dari sebelumnya.

"I have a bad news," tulisnya via DM Instagram pagi berikutnya. "Ada apa?" tanyaku panik.

Kepulangannya ke negaranya ternyata harus dipercepat dari yang sebelumnya bisa sebulan menjadi 2 minggu saja di sini. Aku terdiam, tidak dapat mendefinisikan gemuruh di dadaku yang kini bercampur dengan emosi dan kesedihan yang tidak mampu aku utarakan. Ada jeda yang menggigit hingga aku sadar aku harus memberikan respons.

"Wah, terpaksa mesti balik ya?" Hanya itu respons paling biasa yang bisa aku berikan—meski sejujurnya, dalam hatiku betapa aku tidak ingin dia kembali lagi ke sana; ke tempat di mana seharusnya dia berada. Betapa jika aku punya tombol tunda, lorong waktu, atau apa pun itu lah alatnya untuk menahannya pergi, maka akan aku bayar mahal deminya.

Mendadak, ini menjadi perpisahan paling sepi yang pernah kualami seumur hidupku. Dan waktu tiba-tiba terasa lebih cepat larut dari sebelumnya.

Kenapa, waktu kami, tidak pernah tepat, ya?

Oh ya, aku belum menceritakan dengan jelas sosok dia yang sedari tadi aku sebut-sebut, ya. Kenalkan, seorang laki-laki kelahiran bulan Maret, berzodiak Pisces, pecinta warna oranye, penyuka makanan Korea, smart, terpelajar, mampu membawa diri, komunikatif, percaya diri, tipe kesukaan mertua, loyal, senang mengobservasi, sweet, loveable, caranya bercerita, caranya meraih respek sungguh tidak ada tandingannya.

Dia menyapaku dari balik Instagram pada suatu malam yang sudah telat. Hey Cindy, nice to know you—begitu isi pesannya. Waktu itu, aku terdiam sejenak, menimbang-nimbang apakah perlu aku membalasnya atau tidak. Pikiranku terbelah antara mengabaikan saja atau murni memulai pertemanan. Dan aku memilih yang kedua.

Atau, sesungguhnya, sempat aku merasa, kalau hari itu aku melepaskannya, mungkin aku akan menyesal…

Dia bilang dia akan pulang ke Indonesia bulan depan. Perkenalan kami memang baru sebulan lewat media sosial, tapi mengapa kehadirannya memberikan isyarat optimisme, aku juga tidak paham. Aku menganggapnya sebagai tawaran untuk menginterupsi waktu. Dan, tanpa sadar, aku mulai menghitung hari.

"Kamu itu unik, gimana jelasinnya, ya? Aku hanya perlu lihat sekilas dari profilmu, lalu ya muncul aja koneksi emosional itu. Aku mau ketemu kamu. Aku mau tau apa makanan favoritmu. Aku mau kenal kamu lebih dekat, lebih jauh, lebih akrab. Aku suka caramu menulis jurnal, caramu merencanakan segala hal, caramu meromantisasi hidupmu. Aku…belum pernah ketemu orang seperti itu dalam hidupku."

Berikut jawabannya ketika aku bertanya kenapa aku yang dia pilih, di saat ada banyak perempuan lainnya yang lebih baik untuk dikenalinya—pertanyaan semacam itu membuatku sedikit resah. Tapi, sering kali aku merasa skeptis, mungkinkah perasaan semacam ini hanya ilusi yang akan luntur suatu saat nanti, hanya seperti dopping yang memabukkan sesaat. Seperti memesan kue cantik dari balik etalase, lalu menemukan rasanya tidak seenak yang dipikirkan. Dan, dia akan kecewa. Bukankah, pada satu titik, rasa penasaran itu akan berhenti dan menghilang, menyatu kembali dengan oksigen, dan membuatnya merasa utang moral, investasi tenaga, waktu, dan perasaannya selama ini jadi sia-sia?

Aku takut.

Tidak ada yang istimewa dari dia, pada awalnya, sekali lagi aku ingin mengonfirmasi. Tapi, setelah sedikit mengenalnya, ada sebagian hati kecilku yang ingin menyusulnya ke alam abstrak tempat di mana hanya nafas kami yang bisa bertemu. Mari kita piknik, melihat bintang, pergi ke aquarium, main ski, melipat origami, naik kuda… Namun, jika boleh aku memilih satu: aku ingin menyentuh spasi di antara kedua alis tebalnya, atau mencuri waktunya, atau menyita perhatiannya, atau memilinnya masuk ke sel-sel tubuhku agar terjamin keberadaannya selalu.

Dan, satu balasan "Hey, nice to know you as well!" dariku itu kemudian menjadi gerbang untuk sebuah perjalanan baru yang panjang.

"Menurutmu, kita bisa berteman saja, nggak?" tanyanya sedikit ragu. "Kurasa, kita nggak bisa cuma berteman. Kita sudah berpandangan penuh makna. Kita telah meyakini adanya potensi untuk bersama. Lalu, kalau kita cuma temenan, kita pasti akan berhenti ketemu sering-sering dan aku nggak akan bisa tau kabarmu lagi, aku nggak bisa melihatmu seperti dulu lagi," selagi menjawab ini, aku tiba-tiba merasa sedih. "Aku pasti sedih kalau kita pada akhirnya nggak jadi," gumamnya pelan. Mataku bersaput air. "Ya, aku juga."

Kami menghabiskan sisa malam berpelukan. Saling mendekatkan kepala masing-masing seolah ingin mentransfer segala yang tengah dipikirkan. Deru napasnya bergerak lembut dan terasa hangat. Aku tidak ingin menyia-nyiakan hari ini, biarkan aku memeluknya lebih erat, karena setelah ini, sebentar lagi, semua tidak akan lagi bersisa.

Berapa jam lagi, hari akan berganti? Aku tidak ingin menghitungnya.

Aku tidak pernah merasa memilikinya.

Aku sudah memiliki kenangan mengenai pertemuan pertama di bandara, sebuah malam di tepi sungai sambil menyantap jajanan hangat, dua tiket film horor yang membuatku bergidik namun di dekapannya aku merasa lebih aman dari kepompong mana pun, atau percakapan dan hening yang terbagi pada setiap kedai kopi yang kami kunjungi. Itu saja telah cukup—

aku belajar untuk tidak mengharapkan lebih.

I will miss you. See you there. Let's meet again for the first time. I'll be waiting for you��kalimat pendek itu terdengar samar namun tertangkap jelas di pendengaranku, bagaimana satu laki-laki akan meninggalkanku lagi, seperti yang sudah-sudah.

Hanya saja, kali ini, tolong Tuhan, dia berbeda.

Jangan pergi—dua kata itu tertahan di lidahku. Dan, aku hanya sanggup menangis, hingga dia kebingungan, namun dia tetap memberiku ruang untuk mengumbar semua kesedihan.

Besok, dia akan kembali, menjalani perannya seperti sedia kala, karena itu adalah hal yang paling tepat. "Andai saja, aku ketemu kamu dari lama," gumamnya sambil menenangkanku. Maka semakin menjadi-jadilah tangisanku, sebab bentuk cinta yang boleh kumiliki saat ini hanyalah melepaskan dia.

"Kalau…kamu pergi…itu tandanya…aku kehilangan…kamu…iya kan? Terus…kenapa kamu harus…datang…kalau pada akhirnya…kamu pergi…juga?" Dengan sekuat tenaga, aku mengatakan kalimat ini meski harus sesunggukan. Pelukannya yang sedari tadi melingkupi sekujur tubuhku mengendur seketika. Maka bangkitlah ia, meraih wajahku yang kusut dengan air mata dan keringat, menatapku lama, menghapus sedikit demi sedikit air terjun dari mataku.

Pikiranku kembali ke perkataannya waktu itu—aku mau sayang kamu dan aku akan melakukannya di waktu yang tepat. Then, the "right time" was right now.

Dan, di bawah hujan malam itu, di balik tirai yang menyemburatkan lampu jalanan itu, dengan lagu Hati-hati di Jalan yang diputar di belakang itu,

…we kissed.

Semua berlalu seperti biasa.

Dia sudah kembali ke negaranya. Sementara, aku, kembali melanjutkan hidup seperti sebelum ada dia. Ah, aku pasti hanya butuh sedikit lebih banyak waktu untuk terbiasa saja.

Namun, seandainya, dia tahu—dia berutang padaku satu hal; satu kepastian bahwa dia akan tetap baik-baik saja di sana. Dan, aku—meskipun dia ragu untuk memintaku menunggunya—berani menjamin akan tetap ada di sini, menunggunya kembali dengan perasaan yang sama dan sebuah senyuman.

Begitu saja.

Malam itu, malam dimana aku menangis untuk pertama kalinya di hadapan dia, sesungguhnya aku ingin bertanya—yang mana yang lebih baik baginya; pernah bertemu lalu berpisah atau tidak pernah bertemu sama sekali? Karena, aku, tak pernah tahu apa jawabannya.

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iluvshinytwink · 1 year

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Hey I have a req for Mason could write it where the reader comes home to find Mason all sad and stuff and she cuddles him while he cries on her chest so glad u added Mason I love him 😭

Your Tear Stained Cheeks - Mason Mount

"Except for some of her love and time, that's my concern."

Now Playing . . . DOGTOOTH by Tyler, The Creator

a/n: this is my first time writing for mase!! lowkey nervous lowkey excited yk thank u for requesting and i hope u enjoy this!

The night started, the sun had officially set and the moon rose accompanied by the stars. The bright blue sky was replaced with a dark one, highlighting the beauty of the glorious moon above.

Your phone suddenly dinged, your lockscreen showing along with the notification. It was a text from Mason.

The text asked if you were coming to his game later that evening. A small smile appeared on your face, typing a response before realizing that you had to work overtime tonight. Your smile gradually disappeared, you looked over the window, somewhere out there Mason was waiting for a response with a smile, hoping that you would say yes to his invite.

Sorry baby, i can't come to ur game, working overtime tonight :(

Even though you've turned down some invites to watch his games, that feeling of guilt was a feeling that you still weren't used to.

It's okay baby, ill see u later at home<3

A smile quickly found its way to your lips.

You sent a quick goodluck to your lovely boyfriend before resuming your work.

It was 2 hours after the game started. You opened your phone to see the final score. Chelsea lost 2-1. A slight frown appeared on your face. A sense of disappointment rushed through your veins especially that Mason scored in that match.

You stood up from your chair, packing your things to go home. Mason should be at home by now.

You tried to think of what Mason was feeling right now. Disappointment? Anger? Sadness?

Mason opened the door to your shared home with a sigh. Mason tosses his things down somewhere angrily. Before he knew it, he felt his eyes sting of tears.

Mason brings his hands to wipe his eyes. His body ached, his limbs ached, his heart ached. In the crucial times where he needed you most, you weren't there. The moments where he needed your touch and lips, you weren't there.

Mason bites his lower lip in anger as tears trickled down his cheeks. Why was he crying? Even he didn't know.

Tears of anger, possibly.

Angry that they didn't win that match. Angry that he wanted to be with you so bad. Angry that he couldn't do anything.

Mason wanted to open his mouth to call out your name. He wanted to stop feeling this anger that he didn't understand. He wanted to stop this aching in his entire body that he didn't know how to stop.

But he couldn't.

You opened the door to your home, being greeted by darkness and an unusual stillness. The house was dark, but above the stairs you could see a light. A feeling of uneasyness washes over you.

You quickly brush that feeling off and make your wake to the light shining above your staircase.

"Mase?" you called out. No response.

You make your way to the bedroom, peeking into the dim-lighted room. In the edge of the bed, sat your boyfriend. Due to the darkness, you couldn't really tell what expression he had on his face.

You entered the room quietly, sitting beside him on the bed. "You did well tonight, you know that right?" you whispered, laying your hand on top of his.

You look over to your boyfriend who was still staring at the ground. Even in the darkness, you could see his emotions. You could sense he was feeling pain.

Suddenly, a tear slips down his cheek. You felt your heart drop. Your hand glided into his, your fingers hugging his own. Though he didn't move his hand or show any sign of reciprocating your touch.

"Mase." you whispered. Mason turns his head to your slowly. The moonlight glowed to his face. You could see his cheeks which were stained with old and new tears. You could see his eyes, red and puffy. You could see his lips, quivering in sadness.

"Oh, Mason." you sighed, wrapping your arms around his body. Mason bit his tongue, trying to suppress a cry. Mason's arms weakly wrap around your body.

You laid down on the bed, Mason's weak body on top of yours, his arms wrapped around your waist as his head was on your chest.

Before you knew it, Mason cried into your chest. Your clothes stained of hot tears but you didn't care.

Your hand finds its way to Mason's hair, caressing it softly.

Mason's arms hug you tighter as a whimper escapes his mouth.

"Mase, look at me for a second." you quietly said, hands on his cheeks.

Mason's head slowly lifts to look at you. A shaky smile appeared on your face. Your thumbs wiped away the old and new tears from his cheeks.

"You'll be okay." you whispered weakly.

BRORORORO I LOVE ESTATE SALE anyways I HOPE U GUYS ENJOYED THIS AND I HOPE THIS ISNT TOO BAD FOR A FIRST MASON MOUNT FIC!

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happilysmythe · 5 months

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❥ 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚

mason lohrei.

word count: 2.0k

no warnings

"just promise that you won't forget we had it all" — one direction

A/N: yet another lovely request. hope you enjoy :)

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“I don’t want you to go.”

The famous last words.

At least, that was the intent when you dejectedly muttered them to Mason; the man whose relationship with you was anything but simple. He and you had…a summer fling, for lack of a better word. You’d go out as any couple normally would. Kiss. Hold hands. Have him pick you up and have you home by a certain time, even though you only lived a few houses away from each other. The whole ordeal.

But there was an unspoken principle—no labels, no feelings…no heartbreak. Just…fun.

You never wanted it to be that way. Whatever it was that you had, regardless of how he saw it, meant something to you. It was real. And no matter how many times you avoided the labels or claimed to shy away from attachments, you knew deep down that every moment, down to the second, was real.

And when Mason made the move to the east coast, the rule proved to be ineffective. You were heartbroken, to put it plainly, and he didn’t even know, because you muttered those words as he walked out of your arms and onto the plane. And naturally, he didn’t hear them.

Of course, that was months ago. Now, you were mentally preparing yourself for him to come home. You hadn’t seen him and barely even talked to him, if at all. It was a striking contrast to how close you were. To how you used to be before everything went to shit, from him calling you babe to you thinking it was plain stupid. So naturally, you were nervous. A pit lived in your stomach for the past week from the fear of things going awry.

It was only a matter of time before things came to a head.

You sat comfortably on the Lohrei’s couch, talking amongst the group around you—your parents and his mother—as you patiently waited for his arrival. Because of the close bond he and you had as kids, your families became quite acquainted and intermingled over the years. Not to mention that the two of you were practically neighbors. His mom was like a second one to you, and you had been seeking comfort and advice from her since he’d left. That being said, she knew exactly how you felt about her son.

Finally, the front door creaked open. You, along with the others, immediately rose to your feet. In walked his father, then his sisters, and right behind them was Mason himself.

You remained in your spot, standing beside the couch as his mothe ran over and greeted him near the door. The small group talked amongst one another for a few minutes before finally stepping aside and dispersing. You slowly padded over to him and stood still in front of him, looking up to meet his eyes.

“Hi,” he spoke softly, face greeting you with a warm smile.

And that was all it took for you to throw your arms around him, enveloping him in a tight hug. When he reciprocated, you relished in the feeling of him again, any previous notions of the first interaction slipping from your mind completely. When you pulled away to look up at him, you couldn’t help but smile back up at him, matching the one he still wore, and you finally parted your lips to speak.

“I missed you, Mase.”

“Missed you more, babe,” he added, hand reaching up to ruffle your hair. The sound of the nickname brought a sense of comfort, of familiarity to your body.

“Hey,” his mom interrupted your moment, forcing your body to turn in the direction of her voice, “why don’t you two take a minute and catch up?” It was more obvious to you than ever that she was urging you to have a real talk with him—privately—so who were you to deny her?

“If that’s okay with the rest of you guys,” you shrugged, motioning toward the rest of his family.

“Take a few minutes,” his dad piped up, “we can wait.”

As the group settled down and your parents conversed with his sisters and father, you and Mason walked out the door. Carefully, he shut the door behind him, and you turned on your heel to face him.

“My house is empty,” you noted softly. “Catch up there?”

“Sure,” he smiled, and you set off.

As you walked down the sidewalk in the direction of your house, you began asking him questions about what it was like in Providence. How the people were, how the food was, the hockey—all you could think of rattled off in the short amount of time it took to get from his front door to yours. He answered your questions happily, even laughing at the sheer stupidity of some of them. He filled you in on some of the guys he met, including a former Michigan attendee, to which you grimaced.

“And Boston has social media pages, so this girl, Elaine, had us making videos,” he noted as you reached the door, slipping the key in its hole. “It was pretty cool. The team is fun. Even got to play with some of the two-way guys. It’s a great environment, you know?”

“I’m sure,” you nodded, stepping aside to let him in.

“And it’s crazy when we go out because some people actually, like, recognize us,” he explained. “Which is sort of weird because we’re just a bunch of guys playing in the AHL but, wow. Especially when we’d go to bars and shit. Crazy how many girls will just throw themselves at you once they figure out who you are,” he laughed.

Of course, the last bit rubbed you the wrong way, even if you refused to admit it. But you wanted to push that feeling aside; to catch up with him as your friend and nothing more, but your gut had other ideas. No matter how hard you tried to ignore it as he continued to speak, you felt the discomfort bleeding into your expression.

“You should’ve seen it. They acted like Johnny was some sort of god or something,” he laughed. “He has a girlfriend, anyway. But even I managed to get some girls’ attention, so that was pretty cool. I even met this one—”

“Mason,” you finally interrupted, brows knit together as his eyes met yours for the first time since you two stepped inside. “Stop.”

“Why, what,” he shook his head, “what’s wrong?”

“This. You,” you sighed. “Them.”

“Them? What, the girls?”

“Yeah,” you whispered, leaning back on the couch cushions. “I don’t really want to hear about your exhibitions, Mase,” your voice broke.

“What’s the problem? I don’t understand, I thought we,” he paused to breathe, “I thought this wasn’t—”

“Oh, of course, it was, Mason! God, it always was,” you sighed and ran a hand through your hair.

“We’re not together,” he said firmly. “That’s what we decided. That’s what it was. Because we knew it wouldn’t work.” He stood up, sighing deeply before continuing as he looked down at you. “I’m in another state. I’m halfway across the country, for fuck’s sake.”

“Do you honestly think that never occurred to me? Do you think that something like that would matter to me that much, Mason?” you asked, surprise lacing your tone as you stood up from your seat.

How could he blame you? Make you think that everything was your fault after being the one to inflict the rule in the first place?

“Everything we ‘agreed’ on was your idea, Mason. Not mine,” you frowned. “And we never even broke up or broke things off, or ended whatever it was that we had before you left. You just. Left.” Your voice was lined with anger. With hurt.

“What was I supposed to think, huh? Honestly, Mase, I’ve known you almost my entire life, and you couldn’t at least have the gall to break it off?”

“We didn’t have anything! Was that not the whole point?”

“It was your idea, Mason!”

“Oh, come on!” he shouted back. “That’s fucking insane! If you were looking for more, then you should’ve just told me instead of fucking around and bottling it up! Christ’s sake, it’s not that hard.”

“You have no idea what it feels like to finally have someone only for them to tell you that what you had meant nothing,” you swallowed thickly. “I only agreed to it because that’s all I could do. Even to get just part of you was enough for me.”

“If you never planned on telling me how you felt, then how could I have possibly known to fix it?”

“Did you seriously expect, after everything that happened, for me to just let you go off and act as if nothing happened at all? Like we didn’t have an entire relationship last summer, just without the name to go along with it? I mean, god, do I mean that little to you?”

You scoffed, “Honestly, Mason, it’s insane that you couldn’t see how I felt about you. Fuck, even your mother knew.”

He huffed. “Come on, babe—”

“Don’t call me that,” you sternly retorted. “We’re not together, remember?”

“Maybe be clearer next time on what you want, then,” he finally snapped.

You collapsed back down on the couch as he turned to leave, pulling your knees into your chest as tears broke through your hardened exterior. When he heard the sound of your sobs, he stilled in your entryway. And finally, it hit him.

You acted that way because you cared.

Before he knew it, his feet were carrying him back over to you. Immediately he sat next to you, arm coming around to pull you in. And even though you wanted to resist, you didn’t, because you just wanted him close to you. It’s all you ever wanted.

“I’m sorry,” he finally whispered, prompting your head to lift in his direction. Upon seeing your tear-stained face, his hand rose to your cheek and used the back to wipe it dry. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“No, I’m sorry,” you shook your head. “I was out of line. I shouldn’t,” you sniffed, “shouldn’t have expected so much of you. I should’ve just said it.”

“Look at me.”

He took a breath as you turned to align your gaze with his. “When I suggested that, it was for the purpose of not hurting you. Us. I thought that…if whatever we did didn’t mean anything in the long run that neither of us would get hurt when I left. Obviously, I was stupid, because,” he laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “it only hurt us more.”

“Mase—”

“You deserved better than that,” he cut you off softly. “And I know I can be better than that. For you.” He took a deep breath and leaned over to kiss your forehead. “If you’ll let me…I want to pick up where we left off. Pretend like that no feelings bullshit never existed. Because it didn’t,” he took your hand. “I was lying to myself and you when I said it meant nothing. I was just…upset that you never told me because we lost so much time from it when I was already mad at myself for doing the same.”

“I’d like that,” you breathed softly. “And…your side doesn’t sound so bad now that you say it.”

“If it helps, I never did anything with anyone,” he reassured you. “I mean, the girls were cool, but…I guess I kinda violated our little pact, too.” He let out a faint laugh. “I let it matter just like you did.”

“It’s okay, Mason,” you whispered. “You’re good. We’re good.”

“Okay.”

You leaned in and gently pecked his lips, the warmth of his hold enveloping your body when you pulled away, still remaining close. The smile he wore held the same affection it did when he saw you earlier.

“Let’s not, um, keep them waiting,” you finally broke the silence.

“Right, yeah,” he chuckled, letting go of you and allowing you to stand up. He followed suit, staying close behind you as you walked toward the front door. “They’re probably wondering where we went.”

“Doubt it,” you joked, turning the knob. “If anything, they kept talking like we were never there to begin with.”

“True.”

You finally stepped outside and closed the door behind you. Mason’s tall figure came into view as he slid next to you, hand reaching for yours. He laced his fingers with yours, and suddenly you were transported back to the summer, before he left and before everything went south. Where neither of you worried about the future. Where you simply enjoyed each other’s presence above all else.

“I really missed you, Mase.”

He leaned over and kissed the top of your head, then lowered his lips to your ear.

“I missed you too, babe.”

#boston bruins #fanfic #hockey #boston bruins imagine #hockey fic #mason lohrei #mason lohrei fic #mason lohrei x reader

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20-th-centurygirl · 2 years

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forever

mason mount x fem!reader

warnings: fluff

summary: little blurb about u and Mase talking about your future on your friends' wedding night

a/n:: every time I try and write a blurb I end up writing a whole book so it was so hard for me to not give a full on backstory for this 💀

masterlist

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

Your head was resting on the soft pillow as you lay on your side facing Mason who was mirroring your position. It was the night of one of your childhood friends' wedding, you one of the bridesmaids and Mason as your plus one. You hadn't felt this inlove with Mason before, and it was a euphoric feeling. You and Mason had discussed marriage and kids multiple times, with those things becoming topics of the conversations you'd have after sex, just lying completely in awe of each others presence and planning out the rest of your lives together. And that was the situation you were both in right now, except this time it felt different, it felt more loving and more serious than ever.

Mason's hand stroked over your cheek before he pulled the duvet up to cover your bare chest after he saw you shiver. "Can't wait for our wedding you know. To finally call you my wife. I dream about it all the time." "Neither can I. I've planned out everything on a Pinterest board." Your cheeks had a slight tint to them, worrying that Mason might find your confession slightly off putting. But he didn't, instead was far from it. It made his heart melt and brought a huge smile to his face as he chuckled. "Of course you have. Tell me all about it" "Well, I'd have a dress that wasn't too flowly but not to tight at the same time, maybe a lace corset and a bigger skirt. Then I'd want it to be a really small, close ceremony with only a few people there. Then a bigger reception because you have a million friends. Fairy lights and pink and white roses on all the tables. But the best part about the whole day would be that I'm gonna be Mrs Mount. Y/N Mount. What about you, what's your dream wedding then Mase? We've got to make a plan soon." He raised his eyebrow at you "soon? Is this a hint?" You both let out gentle laughs "I'd marry you tomorrow Mase, but ideally I want a nice sunset beach proposal first with a not too big not too small ring, then we can get married." "I'll make a mental note of that then. I think you described the perfect wedding. You can have whatever you want. All I want is you to be there so I can finally call you my wife and start a family with you. 2 or 3 kids, different house maybe. I want a son and daughter so we've got a mini you and a mini me." You said nothing, instead you leaned in to kiss him softly. Mason bit onto your bottom lip gently and you gave him access to your mouth as your tongues lovingly glided against one another. You pulled away to get your breath back. "I love you Mason. I love you so much." You whispered, your lips brushing against each other. "I love you too love, forever." You deepened the kiss again and the second time you caught your breath Mason spoke again "round two?" He raised his eyebrows suggestively, "so vulgar" You shook your head, giggling as he climbed on top of you.

#footballer x reader #footballer imagine #football imagine #mason mount imagine #mason mount x reader #mason mount x y/n #mason mount x you #mason mount

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gloomgrl9 · 2 years

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Twst Ghost Prefect!

hi this is based off a dream i had last night sorry if its bad :3

also its sad then kinda ok then sad then ok again then sad but its not as bad at the end. mentions of car crashes and blood.

His brother, Ortho, had rushed in to give him the news. You, Ramshackle's Prefect had died? After dealing with so many overblots, a car accident is what took you out. There was an email sent out to everyone, telling about your demise. The school went into mourning, as not a soul there disliked you. Despite not leaving his room, he composed himself to attend your funeral, only to then hole himself up even more.

Two days later, he was playing the multiplayer game the two of you would play. He heard a ping-one to signal that someone else had joined the game. This confused him, as he was playing on your shared private server. He clicked the margins to see YOUR username in green, saying you were online. His face paled and he started to panic. Ortho came in, concerned by his brother's increased heart rate. When he showed Ortho the screen, he was confused to see your username gone. This was one of many peculiar instances.

Heartslaybul students rumored about the prefect's spot, left open in honor, would suddenly have the napkin dirty during tea parties, or how the drink in their cup would vanish, as if someone unseen was drinking it.

The Tweels in the Mostro Lounge swear the tables would clean themselves, like someone was helping them.

Pomfiore students could bet on the scent of your very unique perfume, always the most strong around what were your favorite parts of campus.

And during late and lonely nights in Scarabia, Kalim could swear he felt an odd warmth whenever he broke down into his racking sobs over your death.

Now you were arguably the most upset. Absolutely distraught by how your consciousness remained and how no one heard your voice, you had no way of getting out your emotions. What bewildered you and frustrated you even more was how Eliza and the literal other ghosts in Ramshackle didn't even notice you. You were left with one way of getting your emotions out-haunting.

It started simple, really. Just with the aforementioned instances above. While those were harmlessly interacting with your beloved friends, it failed to nullify your angst. What started to send NRC students into their own dismay, was when little car models were suddenly everywhere. No one knew where they come from, but they were in every possible place: dorms, classrooms, rose mases, even the VIP room at the lounge. Soon the little toys became busted up, and splattered with red paint, feigning blood. People pointed fingers at Heartslabyul, as they had the most red paint to obey the Queen of Heart's rules. Soon later, graphic images of car wrecks were plastered onto blackboards in the classroom. The staff was appalled, and demanded whoever drew them to fess up immediately. Unfortunately, there was no one to catch.

As the years went on, stories of your spirit became just stories. You stopped with the violent imagery and stuck with the pleasant interactions with your old peers. While your pitiful spirit remained tethered to the campus, you always tried to find the silver lining, especially when your favorite immortal Diasomnia students came to visit as alumni. You always watched over generations of your friends. Though their spirits had passed over to a new life, you never did get any clarity as to why you remained. Even in the end, despite the wonderful person you were, you were damned to this inescapable form for all eternity.

#twst wonderland #twst x reader #twst x ghost reader #twst x yuu angst #twst x yuu #twst imagines #twisted wonderland

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masonmiamor · 2 years

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Surprise Surprise - - Mason Mount x reader.

summary: a surprise taken a different route when you suddenly meet his mother at his house…

based on a recent request i received 🫶🏻

Your feet were starting to ache as you stood in the checkout line at the grocery store. Your eyes roamed at the small cart filled with different veggies, pasta, garlic bread, meat, chips, and snacks. Making sure to get Mason his favorite chocolate chip cookies and red wine, along with a deck of cards to play.

After a disappointing game at stamford bridge, you wanted something that’ll cheer him up. Originally your plan was to stay at your flat and have a nice relaxing night, but he deserved it after the week he’d had.

You gently placed the items for the young woman to scan. “Give me just one sec!” you pleaded as you ran off to get a bouquet of roses. After paying you loaded the bags of groceries into the back of your car making your way to Mason’s house.

“Hi Andre! How are you?” you greeted the security guard at the community gate showing him the authorization code. “Great Ms. Y/n! He isn’t home yet, but I'm guessing you have something up your sleeve?” his tone coming off in a teasing way. You smiled and nodded.

“Nothing really, just a nice meal and relaxing night,” you replied, he gave you a nod understanding. “We’ll i’ll make sure he doesn’t suspect a thing, have a nice evening Ms. Y/n!”.

“You as well! Be safe and careful!”

Soon enough his house smelled wonderfully. With the food on the stove, the cookies baking, the mixture of spices! You stirred the alfredo pasta slowly, making sure it didn’t thick up or didn’t get runny.

You cut up the cooked chicken into small slices, as well as the garlic bread. After washing your hands, you took out the cookies and set them up in the glass plate he had on his marble countertops.

Mason wouldn’t be long, after a game like tonight, the team gives each other pep talks. Avoiding being up how they played for another day. Your phone began to ring, seeing Andre’s name flash across the screen. You frowned and answered the call quickly.

“Hi Andre! Is everything okay?” your voice was shaky, he stayed quiet before answering. “Well Ms. Y/n, Mason's mother is on her way. Along with her husband and Lewis.”

“I figured I'd let you know, since you were planning to surprise him,” he continued. Your throat closed up, unsure of what to say. “Uh thank you for letting me know!” you quickly said goodbye running your hand over your forehead.

Your relationship wasn’t fairly new or old. The two of you talked about meeting your families, but not under these conditions. You’ve heard nothing but great and supportive things from them. Always being there for your Mase.

Did they know who you were? Has Mason ever brought you up? Would they think you’d be enough for him? All the questions unanswered blocked your senses. You knew if you started to overthink it would lead to a small panic attack.

After practicing some breathing exercises you’ve done with Mason, you ran to the bathroom fixing yourself up, applied a bit of perfume on your wrist and threw your hair up in a bun. Your outfit was one of his black nike hoodies with some slight boot cut jeans.

You stayed in the kitchen coming out when they appeared in the living room. “Smells good in here, did he cook before leaving?” his mother asked. You stood in the hall unsure. She gasped when seeing your figure, the rest of them following her movements.“I’m sorry dear, but who are you?” she asked.

“I’m sorry, so rude of me! I’m Y/n, it’s very nice to meet you,” she saw you as a nice person and shook your hand. “Likewise. Please call me Debbie, this is my husband Tony and my other son Lewis. Mason didn’t mention he’d have a friend over?”

Friend? So they didn’t know about you… Disappointment grew inside you. Becoming kinda sad at the thought. You’d figured maybe, just maybe, but you stood corrected. Did he even want to introduce you, after saying he would? Or keep you private like always?

You shyly waved seeing them chuckle. “No no! Me being me wanted to surprise him after tonight's game.”

“Ohhh I see! Well I'm sorry, if I had an idea Mason was going to have a friend over I would’ve helped you sweetie,” she walked beside you into the kitchen seeing the area lit up with candles and the roses in the middle of his dining table.

“You did this? It looks amazing! Don’t get me started on the smell! What did you make?” She appreciated your work walking around seeing how everything was decorated. “I made some alfredo pasta, with garlic bread, and some chocolate chip cookies,” you said, becoming more comfortable around her.

“His favorite,” she teased, seeing you blush. “Lucky guess?” you shrug your shoulders. “There’s more than enough food if you’d like, please help yourself,” you urged. They gladly took the white bowls and filled them up with pasta and bread.

After offering drinks they settled with red wine. “I'll help,” Lewis offered and you nodded. You excused yourself and went to the front of the house where he kept the wine cooler. “So you’re the infamous Y/n! They might not know you but I sure do. I’m Lewis, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you!” he said.

So maybe not his parents but his brother knew you? “You’re the infamous Lewis, likewise,” he pulled you into a comforting hug, laughing then pulling away. “I didn’t want to mention anything in front of them, respecting your guy’s relationship of course,” he said leaning on the doorway.

“Thank you, truly! I’m still in shock, I've heard amazing things from them, and meeting them under different circumstances threw me off guard,” you admitted. He shook his head understanding. “Talk to him about it, I saw the flash of sadness wave over you when my mother said ’friend’.”

You shared another laugh before grabbing the wine glasses and the red wine. Seeing as Mason wasn’t coming soon, you as well grabbed a bowl. Before you sat down Mason walked in, and took a step back in confusion. You avoided his eyes knowing they were staring right at you.

“Mason, honey!” his mother stood up and hugged him, comforting him after the match tonight. You still refused to look up into those brown eyes you deerly love. “Hello everyone! Y/n nice seeing you…” his voice stern yet so gently and nice.

You started to think this whole surprise idea was a terrible mistake. Maybe you should’ve stayed home and facetimed him like you did. He wouldn’t be in the mood to have this many people after today’s results.

You patted the inner corners of your mouth before replying back, “Hi Mason, I made some dinner if you’re hungry.” They didn’t suspect a thing only Lewis as he gave you those eyes. Mason frowned at your words or maybe how you looked kinda upset.

Mason wanted to talk to you, get some answers to the whole ordeal. He was expecting to come home to an empty and lonely place, but seeing his family and you here was a major throwback. He walked over and pretended to look for something. “Y/n, can you come help me find something in the cellar?”

“I can?” Lewis peeped, but Mason glared at him. “No, it's fine. She knows where it’s at,” he motioned his head over, making you sigh before excusing yourself once again. He interlocked your hands, practically forcing both of you out the room. You flushed seeing the veins on his hands.

He closed the door to the office, placing you on top of the black desk. “I’m sorry! I know this isn’t what you wanted. It was meant to be a surprise, some dinner then a game of cards. I had no idea they were coming, if I did I wouldn’t be here, respecting your time as family of course.”

He shushed you, knowing your body as how it responded to being under lot’s of pressure. He stood between your legs, hugging you tight by your waist. You let out a small sob, but refused to cry. “It’s okay baby. It’s not your fault. Trust me I love the idea of just us two enjoying your surprise. Just calm down and listen to my voice.” He kissed softly across your forehead and temple.

After a few seconds of silence you pulled back and sniffled. You looked up into his face, seeing his bright smile. “I love you Y/n. The little things you do like this. I was already planning for us to meet them at my next game. I mention stuff about you and they tease me because I don’t give them a name. But it looks like you’ve gotten it down my love.”

“They think I'm your friend. A friend who cooked, baked, decorated, and even bought you roses,” you cringed and laughed loudly. He snorted before grabbing your cheeks, you leaned in and kissed him, hearing him hum. “This friend of mine sure is special then,” he joked, making you whack his arm playfully.

“I’m sorry I am. I told Lewis about us way long ago,” he reasoned. “Mason I'm not mad, maybe disappointed at first but none of that anymore,” you reassured him, seeing him relax his shoulder a bit. “I’m all yours after they leave, promise.”

“Okay handsome. Let’s go back out there,” you stood up leaving but he gripped your wrist turning you around, you saw him shake his head. He placed one final kiss before walking off in front of you saying nothing.“You little…”

True to his word he did what he promised. You got along with his parents and Lewis just fine, more than great. Lewis sensed you talked about it slightly and felt comfortable. His parents told stories of him when little, including a time, he refused to leave the training ground because he lost a game to Declan. You told them more about you, them happily hearing even cheering on your success.

Days later it was the Chelsea v Westham match. You had Mason's black jersey on, walking into the tunnels as he led you up the cubbies. There you saw Lauren, Sophia and Paula, waving over at Andrea. After saying quick hellos you followed him to his family. You grew a little nervous but they knew you. As a “friend”…

“Mom. Dad. I'd like you to meet my girlfriend Y/n.”

#mason mount #money mase #mm19 #cfc #mason mount blurb #mason mount imagine #mason mount one shot #mason mount x reader #mason mount x y/n

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chelseachilly · 1 year

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king of my heart - pt 11

i don’t wanna hurt you, i just wanna be drinking on a beach with you all over me

pairing: reader x ben chilwell summary: you and ben (try to) celebrate your anniversary; ben faces a setback and you decide to make some plans to take his mind off it warnings: none word count: 4k

a/n: i literally had half of this written when ben posted the pics of him and mase and their friends on the yacht hahah, manifested that fr. this is somewhat plotless again but i hope you enjoy the longer chapter!

The countdown to the Euros begins not long after the holidays are over. You’re not physically keeping track of the days, but the closer you get to June, the more the pressure seems to be building.

Specifically, the pressure Ben is putting on himself.

You’ve really admired his courage and determination throughout this whole ordeal, and you want him to make it to Germany more than anything - but not at the cost of his own well-being.

As soon as the doctors give him the all-clear to begin moving around more, working out in the gym and doing some light pitch work with the boys, Ben dives right in.

He’s at Cobham bright and early almost every morning for physio, now followed by several hours in the gym and often a couple more outside. He’s spending more time there than he did when he wasn’t injured, which you can’t help but find concerning, but he promises you he’s listening to the doctor’s advice.

It seems to be going well, with him seeming more and more alive with each passing week that he spends working toward full fitness. You know he’s still doing therapy sessions once a week, which is a massive relief to you. His mental well-being is your priority, and you don’t want it to take the backseat as he focuses on his physical recuperation.

In early March, you reach another important milestone - your one year anniversary. Although you weren’t technically a couple until later, Ben insists on counting from the day he met you. As he put it, his heart has been yours ever since, and it was too sweet for you to argue, so you went with it.

The morning of the anniversary, you wake up to find Ben already gone, like most mornings these days. You sigh and get up to get ready for work, feeling a bit sorry for yourself that you didn’t get to start your day with your boyfriend’s kisses.

Your mood is improved when you make it down to the kitchen and find a giant display of roses with a note attached.

Happy anniversary, my love. Sorry I had to go, but I’ll be home by 5 and then the celebrations begin! Pick out a pretty dress and I’ll take care of the rest. I love you so much and can’t wait for tonight xx

You smile to yourself as you wonder what he may have planned for the two of you later. It’s probably a fancy dinner or something, but honestly, you couldn’t care less, you’re just excited to spend time with Ben.

It hasn’t been an easy road to get to where you are now, but you’re so incandescently happy to have made it here.

On the tube, the whole day at work, and as you leave early so you can get ready before Ben gets home, you can’t stop smiling.

As you’re putting the finishing touches on your makeup, your phone begins to ring. On your way over to pick it up from its charging station, you can’t help but look at yourself in the mirror, smiling at the sleek black dress you’ve chosen for the occasion. The very same one you were wearing the night you met Ben.

When you see his name flash on your phone, you grin even wider, unable to contain your excitement.

“Hey babe! Are you on your way home?”

“Hey,” Ben responds, and you can tell right away from his tone that something is wrong. “I’m still at Cobham. I - I tweaked my knee at training.”

You drop down to sit on the bed, your heart breaking for him.

“Oh, baby, I’m so sorry,” you breathe. “Are you okay? How bad is it?”

“They don’t think it’s too serious, but it’s probably going to push me back a few weeks,” he sighs. “I’m really sorry, love, they want to do some tests and I’m not sure when I’m going to be out of here. I’ll try to get home as soon as I can, or maybe you want to take Charlotte and use the dinner reservation I made, it’s on me of course-“

“I’m coming to Cobham,” you say decisively, without hesitation. “I’ll be there soon.”

“Y/N, you really don’t have to. I don’t want to ruin your night any more by having you come all the way down here and sit in a treatment room with me.”

“Don’t be silly, there’s nowhere else I would rather be right now,” you say softly. “Hang tight, honey, I’ll be right there.”

It doesn’t even occur to you to get changed before you’re driving down to Cobham, your heart hammering in your chest with concern. You know he said it’s not too big of a setback, hopefully, but your mind is full of what-ifs.

You breeze past security and run down to the treatment area, glancing in each room until you find Ben.

He’s sitting alone on one of the beds, an ice pack on his knee, scrolling on his phone when you arrive. When he hears you walk in, he lifts his head, and his jaw drops.

“Holy shit, you look incredible.”

You blush slightly, suddenly feeling a bit silly for coming here in your fancy date outfit, but you weren’t thinking about anything but Ben when you came here.

“Thanks, honey,” you say, walking over to him and taking his hand. “What happened?”

He sighs, squeezing your hand tightly. “I was just doing some basic training drills and I felt a really intense pain in my knee. The doctor checked me out and he thinks it’s just a strain and not another tear, but I need a scan tomorrow and I’ll probably have to sit out for two to three weeks.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” you murmur, running your hand through his hair. “How do you feel now? Is the pain still bad?”

He nods, leaning into your touch and desperately seeking your comfort.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “But I’m mostly just frustrated. I’ve been working so hard to make it to the Euros and it could all be for nothing if I’m not fit in time. And I managed to fuck up our anniversary.”

“Hey,” you say, raising your voice slightly but keeping your tone gentle. “You’re going to be fit for the Euros. This is just a temporary setback, it’s going to be fine.”

Ben nods slightly, though he still won’t look at you, so you take his face in both hands and redirect his gaze to yours.

“And as for our anniversary, you haven’t ruined anything,” you assure him. “I just want to be with you, I don’t care where we are or what we’re doing. I love you, Benji. So much.”

“I love you, too,” he says, his eyes flooded with emotion. “I just wanted to be able to do something nice for you for a change. You’ve been helping me with this bloody injury for half the time we’ve been together, and I’m so grateful for that, but I didn’t want tonight to be about me again. I just wanted to not be a burden for once.”

“Ben, that’s sweet of you, but you don’t need to make anything up to me,” you say. “You’re not a burden, you’re my boyfriend, and I will be here for you no matter what. You don’t owe me anything in return.”

Ben tugs you closer, burying his face in your neck, and you can feel his hot tears on your skin. You comb your fingers through his hair, pressing kisses to the top of his head.

“I don’t know what I would do without you,” he murmurs into your neck.

“It’s alright,” you whisper. “Everything’s gonna be okay. I’ve got you.”

You continue to hold him for a while, until the physio comes back in to wrap his knee and give him some pain medication. As he’s talking with Ben about some strengthening exercises he should be doing, you excuse yourself for a minute, an idea forming in your head.

Once you’re down the hall and out of earshot, you call Charlotte and wait for her to answer.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Hey, you said Mason has next week off, right?”

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The plan comes together within a matter of days, and by Thursday, you’re on a private jet bound for the Maldives with Ben, Mason, and Charlotte.

Mason and Charlotte jumped on board with your idea of taking a trip to distract Ben from his setback right away, and they even offered to take care of most of the planning. It worked out kind of perfectly with Mason having no game next weekend and both you and Charlotte having a slow month at work, and you were all eager to cheer up Ben in any way possible.

Although you were slightly concerned he wouldn’t be feeling up to it, Ben was elated when you told him what you were planning, and he assured you his knee would be fine.

The trip very quickly got way more extravagant than you’d expected, but you know how much money the boys make and how rarely they actually get an opportunity to spend it on a trip like this.

You spend the first three nights on a yacht, which could probably sleep ten or fifteen people but is reserved for the four of you. It’s by far the most over-the-top experience of your life, but it’s also the most fun.

You spend the days swimming and laughing with your friends, enjoying the scenic views from the boat and the warm weather.

As the days go on, you can feel Ben’s mood getting lighter and his heart a bit less burdened. By your final night on the boat, he seems to be completely relaxed, enjoying a few beers with dinner and joking around with Mason like he used to.

After you’ve finished eating and Mason and Charlotte have run off to their bedroom, Ben takes you by the hand and leads you to the front of the boat. There’s a big sofa bed set up with a dozen pillows, which you both lay down on and scoot closer to each other until you’re in his arms.

“This is so nice,” Ben murmurs into your hair as you lay with your head on his chest.

You’ve got one arm draped over him, fiddling with the soft material of his white t-shirt, and you let out an exhale against him.

You hadn’t completely realized how stressful the past few months have been, between Ben’s injury and your compounding work responsibilities, until you got here. Without thinking about work or football or anything, you’ve had the chance to just enjoy each other’s company and the time with your best friends.

“Yeah, it’s perfect,” you agree.

As Ben stretches out his legs a bit more, you notice him wince slightly, and you’re reminded of the reason for this trip in the first place - to take his mind off his slow-going recovery.

Gently, you move your hand down to his lower thigh, just above his injured knee, and begin to carefully massage the area. You look at him to make sure you aren’t hurting him, but judging by the relief on his face, it seems to be helping.

“God, that’s like magic,” Ben exhales, laying his head back against the pillow. “How are you so good at this?”

“I may have asked the massage therapist at Chelsea for some tips,” you shrug. “I wanted to be able to help.”

Ben is silent for a moment as you continue your movements, and when you meet his gaze and see tears in his eyes, you quickly stop.

“Shit, did I hurt you?”

“No, not at all, babe,” Ben insists quickly, grabbing your hand that you pulled away and squeezing tightly. “Sorry, I just…I can’t believe how much I love you sometimes.”

Your heart melts at his tender words and loving gaze. You lean in to kiss him, gently cupping his face as you do so and brushing your thumb over his stubble.

“I love you too,” you whisper. “Want me to keep going?”

“Yes, please,” Ben smiles, tugging you closer so you can resume.

As you lay in his arms, doing everything you can to alleviate his pain in some way, it occurs to you that you can’t believe how much you love him, either.

You never foresaw yourself in a relationship like this, at least not since your dad died. In some ways, it’s still terrifying - you don’t think you could bear it if anything were to happen to Ben, or if you ever broke up.

But it’s also exhilarating being so in love with him. Letting yourself be so loved by him.

“What are you thinking about, love?” Ben asks after a bit.

“You, mostly,” you say flirtatiously, causing Ben to press a flurry of kisses to your forehead and cheek. When he pulls away and looks at you a bit more seriously, you continue. “I was just thinking that I never imagined myself in a serious relationship like this. I don’t think I had properly grieved my dad yet when we met, and I was still so scared of losing someone the way my mum did.”

Ben nods, listening intently and squeezing you a bit tighter. He knows how hard it is for you to talk about your dad, and he’s always there for you when you need it. You had barely been officially dating for a month when the anniversary of his death came around, and Ben, knowing it would be a tough day for you, had come over with your favourite takeaway, a ton of sweets, and offered to watch your favourite film with you. That same night, he had held you as you cried into his chest for a long time, murmuring soothing words and rocking you back and forth.

In some ways, from that night on, you had almost felt like Ben was a gift from your dad, or at least that he steered you in his direction. You aren’t a religious or particularly spiritual person, but you think if your dad was acting as some kind of guardian angel on your behalf, he would’ve done everything in his power to make sure you ended up with a kind, loving man like Ben. And it would’ve been incredibly on-brand for him to choose a Chelsea player out of all the men in London.

“I think he would be really glad to see how happy you make me,” you continue, intertwining your fingers with Ben’s as tears form in your eyes.

“I wish I had gotten to meet him,” Ben says softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “He raised an incredible daughter.”

You smile and cuddle up closer to him, both of you intertwined and staring up at the night sky. There’s a beautiful display of constellations above you, stars that you never get to see under the bright city lights of London.

“I wish you had met him, too,” you say. “It would’ve been the easiest bringing-a-boy-home experience ever. He was a bigger fan of the club than Max.”

Ben chuckles softly and begins to caress your back.

“Hey, I just had an idea,” he says after a few minutes have passed. “You should move in with me when we get back.”

He says it so casually, as if he’s not suggesting a major milestone in your relationship, that it takes you a second to process.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously,” Ben smiles. “I mean, you basically live there already, you might as well stop paying rent somewhere else. And Charlotte’s never home, so it’s not like she’ll miss you much. What do you think?”

You’re surprised by how little you need to think about it. On one hand, it’s a big step moving in together. But on the other hand, as Ben pointed out, you’ve essentially been living with him since he got hurt. The odd mornings you wake up in your own flat, alone in bed, without his gentle kisses and warm embrace, your day is already off to a bad start.

“You won’t get sick of me?” you ask somewhat teasingly, though there are still traces of insecurity in your tone.

“Impossible,” Ben says incredulously. “I know you mostly started staying over more often to help me out since the injury, which I really appreciate. But it also made me realize that I want you there all the time, regardless of whether I need help showering and getting upstairs or not. I hate when you’re not there.”

“I do too,” you confess, squeezing his hand. “Okay, let’s do it! I’ll move in when we get back.”

Ben grins with glee and leans in to attack your face with little kisses, making you giggle as his lips move down to your neck.

“I can’t wait, baby,” Ben smiles, pulling you closer.

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After the first few days of your holiday spent on the yacht, you all head to a resort for the remainder of the trip.

It’s a beautiful spot, with white sandy beaches lined with palm trees and all the delicious cocktails and seafood you could want.

On the final day before your early departure tomorrow, you and Charlotte are laid up on two lounge chairs by the beach with a couple of piña coladas, soaking up every last minute of this perfect trip.

You’re watching Ben and Mason kick the football back and forth by the lapping waves as the sun begins to set.

“I’m going to miss this view,” Charlotte sighs with a sip of her drink.

You’re not sure if she’s referring to the scenic landscape or your shirtless boyfriends having a kickabout in front of it - either way, you concur.

“Me too,” you agree.

Ben kicks the ball straight through Mason’s legs, sending it into the water and forcing Mason to run and grab it, and he looks over at you grinning with a twinkle in his eye.

You can see how good this trip has been for him, how much he’s needed this reprieve from the constant routine of gruelling physio sessions and reminders at every turn of how much more it will take before he’s back on the pitch.

You blow him a kiss as he returns to playing with Mason, splashing around in the shallow water a bit like they’re a couple of little kids.

“So, you’re finally officially leaving me for Chilly,” Charlotte continues in a light tone, looking over at you.

You and Ben finally revealed your plans to move in together during dinner tonight. Although Mason and Charlotte were both excited for you, you wondered if she felt a little bittersweet - just as you did - about your chapter as roommates coming to an end.

“I’m gonna miss you, Char,” you say sadly. “I just felt like it was the right time, you know?”

“Don’t worry, I’m just taking the piss,” she smiles with a wave of her hand. “I’ll miss you too, but you’re in love and he’s head over heels for you. It’s definitely time.”

You chat for a few minutes about your plans for the next few weeks and Charlotte’s upcoming work engagements until the boys eventually return, sitting on the end of each of your chairs.

You tuck your legs in so Ben can scoot closer and kiss you, and you run your hand over the planes of his bare shoulder and back in appreciation.

“Looking good out there, babe,” you smile, touching his knee and squeezing lightly. “How’s it feeling?”

“Really good, actually,” Ben says happily, covering your hand with his own. “I think the rest and the physio exercises and your massages are really helping. I’m feeling better about my chances for Germany than I have since I first got hurt.”

“That’s amazing, sweetheart,” you exhale, your thumb stroking his thigh. “I’m so proud of how far you’ve come. Regardless of what happens with the Euros, I want you to remember that, okay?”

“Thank you,” Ben says with glistening eyes. “And thank you for suggesting this trip. I think it was just what I needed. I love you so-“

“Oh my god, we get it, guys,” Mason teases from the chair next to you, where he and Charlotte are laughing at your overly-affectionate behaviour. Truth be told, you had forgotten they were there, so enraptured by this moment with Ben.

“Sorry,” you blush slightly, looking at Ben, who just laughs.

Before your friends can tease you any further, you’re interrupted by a young boy who couldn’t be more than six or seven running up to your group with wide eyes.

“Bloody hell, you’re Mason Mount!” he exclaims before turning to Ben. “And Ben Chilwell!”

“Language, Liam!” A woman, presumably the boy’s mother, exclaims as she runs up behind him. “Sorry, he’s a huge Chelsea fan and he spotted you from over there.”

“It’s no problem,” Mason smiles at the kid. “Hey, Liam, it’s nice to meet you.”

The little boy looks to be on the verge of falling over as he looks between Mason and Ben with disbelief.

“Are you coming back soon?” he asks Ben. “The club really needs you, my dad says the defense has been a nightmare lately.”

“Liam-“ his mother begins to scold him again, but Ben waves his hand as he and Mason laugh out loud.

“I hope so, mate,” Ben smiles. “Do you play football?”

“Yeah, I’m a forward on my school team!”

“Nice, I bet you score loads of goals, yeah?” Ben asks.

Liam nods excitedly, his eyes full of unabashed shock and glee that a real life Chelsea footballer is asking him questions.

“Alright, dear, we’d better leave the nice lads to their holiday,” his mum cuts in, grabbing her son’s hand. “Thanks, boys, he’s not going to forget this any time soon.”

“Of course!” Mason says, hopping to his feet. “You want a photo before you go?”

Ben and Mason take a quick picture with their adorable little fan before he and his mum walk away, her thanking the boys profusely once more.

As Mason and Charlotte head back toward the water, going for one final swim before you head back to the rooms, you stride over to Ben and wrap your arms around him tightly, enjoying the feeling of his bare skin against yours.

When you pull back, you press a long, passionate kiss to his lips that you’re grateful Mase and Charlotte aren’t watching - you’ve gotten called out enough for PDA on this trip.

“What was that for?” Ben asks when you pull back, a dazed expression on his face.

“You’re a good person, Benji,” you say simply, stroking his cheek. “And I can’t wait to see you back on the pitch. Not just for you or for me, but for the kids like that who look up to you.”

Ben nods, leaning down to peck your lips once more.

Then he surprises you by throwing you over his shoulder and running toward the water, despite your squeals of protest, and plopping both of you in the ocean. You’re laughing so hard your sides hurt by the time you make it back to shore, hand in hand with the man you love.

As you look ahead to the coming months, sure to be full of exciting changes for both of you, you can feel the fears and ghosts of your past fading away. For the first time, all you can think about is how excited you are for whatever the future holds.

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