#chelsea imagine

[chelscait]

the sniffles. | Guro Reiten

category: fluff with a pinch of angst.

summary: where Guro is sick during the first week of the world cup and you try to look out for her.

word count: 4.6k

a/n: i watched the travel day video and she was sniffling, as in this gif, and my immediate fucking terribly creative not brain just went; sick fic.

Travelling was never not going to be on the list when deciding to become a professional footballer, although it was a period to dread.

You could withstand 1-5 hour journeys, coach, plane or train, but over 24 hours in a small tightly compacted seat was not on your to do list.

It wasn’t on your girlfriend’s either, not exactly keen on sitting in one place for so long, you knew you’ll be having to do some distracting to stop her from fidgeting every 2 seconds.

However, you all knew discomforts come when journeying to great things, it’s never known to be a breeze, as well as the mishaps that happen a long the way.

The first one being; not able to wake your grumpy girlfriend up.

“Guro. I’m not going to tell you again, if you want to miss the world cup, that’s on you. Get up.” You told her for the 12th time this early morning, rushing around the small hotel room as you gathered up all of each others belongings as she laid asleep.

You lifted your head from your suitcase, gaping at her cosied figure in disbelief as she made no movement nor noise.

“I am going to have a full on meltdown...” You murmured to yourself as you chucked a pair of socks so hard into your bag they bounced back out again. “Guro!”

You lunged over the luggage before ripping the duvet from the end of the bed, finally getting a response as she moaned and sat up slightly to reach for it again although your chucked it on the floor before she could.

“Up! We’re going to miss breakfast, or even the flight, if you don’t hurry your ass, up!” You clapped your hand together as you watched her lift her body weight up to sit on the mattress, rubbing her eyes slightly as she pouted.

Your heart couldn’t help but warm at the action, sleepy Guro was always the cutest and her expression made you want to wrap her up into a caccoon, you hated to disturb her.

“Hey, you conscious?”

“Yeah..” She squeaked as she shuffled to sit on the edge of the bed, reaching for your glass of water that was the only one that still held its contents.

“Are you okay?�� You asked, concerned as she downed the glass, stopping your actions to keep an eye on her for a second.

“Mhm.. just tired and a bit bunged up but i’m okay.” She sniffled, as she forced a fake smile through her heavy eyelids.

“Go get yourself ready, i’ll do the bags. There’s ibuprofen in there still, take two of them.”

She nodded half heartedly as she made her way through the puzzle you’ve made on the floor, turning the light on before starting her routine.

She kept the door open as she did so, which didn’t stop you from glancing at her every second, unhelpful to the amount you still needed to pack.

After about thirty minutes or so, you had finally gotten the bags on their wheels the right side up whilst Guro sat on the edge of the bed, trying desperately to keep herself upright.

Normally you would have felt annoyed at the lack of help but her distant face made you want to do anything and everything for her out of sympathy.

Your hands on her cheeks made her snap out of her dream, sighing as she leaned in to them before you bent down.

“No. I don’t want you to catch anything.” She twisted her head away from yours whilst trying to keep your touch, her cheeks squished slightly.

“A forehead kiss will not affect me.” You smiled while doing as you said before tucking the little flyaways behind her ears. “Ready?”

You held your hand out for her, pulling her slightly to a stand before guiding her downstairs to meet the others.

Upon entering the food area, you both paved your way towards the coffee machine, standing together with your hand on the small of her back.

“Do you feel alright? Take your jumper off, you look hot.” You eyed her up and down as you took in her posture, eyebrows furrowing at her clear discomfort.

“I always do.” She shrugged with a spiritless smile, glancing at you before returning her gaze back on the coffee filling up her mug.

“I know, very funny.. but seriously.”

“I’m okay, i’m a bit chilly actually.” She reassured as she took her mug in her hand, carrying it back to your table carefully with you trailing behind with yours.

You placed yours on the table but kept stood up, watching as Guro did the same.

“Sit down, i’ll get something, anything you fancy?”

“Maybe just some granola with yogurt.. and fruit maybe.” She looked up from where she perched on the edge of her seat, a sheepish smile forming on her face from your care. “Takk.”

“What’s with Y/N being your personal assistant?” One of your teammates, Emilie, asked from across the table sipping on her water as she stared at Guro questionably.

“She offered.” She sniffled before watching the realisation drown out her friends worry, hinting onto why you both are stuck to the hip at the moment.

She didn’t dare mention what she realised though.

Guro doesn’t like being told what she doesn’t want to be told, being ‘sick’ is one of them.

Every time you mention the possibility she becomes blindsided and grumpy at your accusation, even though what your saying is normally true. She didn’t like to be incapable, she was an independent person and a pinch of a hint of doing everything for her in an act of taking care of her, annoyed her.

You return was detected by Guro when you placed a bowl of all sorts of what she asked for in front of her, more options of breakfast items for her to choose also.

You left her again for a few minutes after placing a kiss to the top of her head, going off to get what you wanted.

The plain state of a variety of food to choose from made it obvious to what you were doing, what she didn’t like; you babying her.

Once you returned she gave you a glare and you reacted to it like a deer caught in head lights, no idea what she was insinuating.

“What?”

“I don’t need all this? I asked for one thing.” She told you, an irritated look on her face as she sat up straight.

“I gave options, i thought you’d like more of the stuff they had out so i put it on the side. If you don’t want it..” You rambled, confused at Guro’s change of tone.

“No. No, sorry.. i’m being silly. Thank you.” Guro softened at your look, yourself panicking slightly whilst figuring out what was wrong with what you did, making her feel a little guilty.

She grabbed hold of your hand under the table, threading her fingers in between yours, three small squeezes followed before she focused on eating.

You saw her nibble at the bits you gave her, whilst you chatted to your teammates around you, Guro only perking up when asked a question, even so not giving an incredible answer.

You leant an elbow on the back of her chair, hand rubbing her shoulder in an act of consolation as you ducked your head towards her gaze, unsure on what to do.

She gave you a reassuring smile before pushing her chair back, getting up and rounding the table with a hand brushing over your own shoulders.

“Is she okay? She’s rather quiet.” Ada commented from next to you, expression just as troubled as yours.

“Yeah. Just tired i guess, todays not a particular day to be excited for.”

“Fair enough.” She shrugged before changing the subject, however your focus was on the fact that Guro was taking a bit too long for your liking, peering at the door every time you stopped talking.

“Excuse me, sorry.” You interrupted, hands surrendered as you caved in to go find Guro, grimacing at your impoliteness.

“It’s okay.”

After 5 minutes of analysing the whole hotel for your where’s wally girlfriend, you found her slumped over yours and hers bag with your wash kit in her hands.

You cleared your throat at her as she didn’t notice your presence, continuing to search through your belongings.

“Hey.”

“You scared me.” She whipped her head up to face you, hand on her heart.

“What are you doing looking through my stuff, missus?” You tried to interrogate, although your smile broke at your girls pout.

“You don’t have any throat lozenges?” She whined, sniffling in the moment also.

“Well.. i didn’t plan on having a cold unlike someone, no i don’t.” You crouched down beside her as you sympathised, pressing a kiss to her cheek as you took your stuff back in your possession. “I could go ask if anyone else has any?”

“No! I’m fine, i can withdo.”

“Kay, we can get some at the airport when we get there, that is if you still want them.” You negotiated whilst zipping your bag back up before standing up straight, reaching both hands out to offer Guro help to her feet.

She nodded as she brushed out her tracksuit before she collapsed into you, moaning as she buried her head in your chest.

You sighed as she clung on to you, arms securely wrapped round her shoulders whilst you nuzzled your lips against the crown of her head, before spotting your teammates making their way to you out of the corner of your eye.

“I think we’re leaving now, you alright to carry your bags?” You unwrapped your arms from around her although she stayed kept, moving her head to face the other side of you to avoid your teams stare.

“Mhm.”

“Come on, elsker fugler, we’re going to the world cup!” You heard the voice of another Guro as she wrapped her arms around you both, squeezing you all into a tight hug.

Once you were all on the coach to the airport, Guro’s spirits were lifted slightly as you all joked around at the back of the bus, laughing at ada’s misfortunes.

However you could tell she was getting irritated whenever she sniffled, the wheeze appearing whenever she laughed and the clearing of her throat made her wince. It was definitely not what she needed whilst travelling to such an important tournament.

The bus all calmed down after a while, hushed conversations between each other as you felt Guro’s weight fall onto you, bit by bit.

She kept making noises with her throat, trying desperately to cover up a cough that was brewing and you leant towards your bag at the sign, retrieving a water bottle you had filled up for her and placing it in her lap.

She sipped at if for a few minutes before planting it on the table in front of her, ultimately to lay her head down in your lap and lay across the seats in between you and ada.

“Comfy, Guro?” Ada joked, patting her leg as she raised an eyebrow at the koala type attitude.

“Ja.”

“You guys are sick, some people are still single here.” Another one of your teammates who was opposite you, exaggerated.

“You can lay down on my lap too if you’d like?” You quipped back, a smirk on your face as you plaited a strand of your girlfriends hair.

Guro was properly asleep by the time your arrived at the airport, you hated to disturb her as she got the opportunity for a slither of peace, and you knew this flight would be horrific.

You gently stroked her cheek as you ducked your head, hair hiding you both from your friends, before you lightly shook her shoulder.

“Kjære..”

“I think sleeping made it worse.” Her eyes watered as she spoke, heavily congested. You cringed at her lack of voice.

“Come on, the quicker we do it the quicker we can relax.” You bargained knowing that the airport process was going to be long and sore.

The check in and security was tough, not only were the queue’s about the length of a car park but you also had a half asleep adult figure leaning against you at every stand still and by the time you were in the duty free area, you were sweating, fanning your passport across your face whereas Guro shivered next to you, passing her your stray hoodie to cover herself up with.

Before your gate was called, you had managed to get some things for the journey, some to help with her cold and some food to snack on. You also had managed to find her only bearable flavour of a throat sweet too.

“Look what i found.” You announced as you returned to her, whom was snuggled up on one of the uncomfortable airport chairs by the gate.

She slowly looked up underneath hooded eyes, finding you with the desired medicated sweet which put a relieved smile on her face.

She held her hand out for the packet, however you began to open it yourself. She furrowed her eyebrows as you did so, seeing you only take one out and placed it in her hand.

“Why can’t i have the whole packet?” She questioned as she laid her hand in her lap, the little packaged sweet still there.

“Because, Guro… I know what you’re like with them, you’ll eat them like they’re normal candy.” You told the truth, in the past you had always left a packet on her bedside table and by the time you went to check on her next, the whole packet was ripped up.

“No.”

“No?” You shook your head in disbelief. “Just eat that one.”

“Fine.”

You boarded the plane with her hand in yours and luckily you were sat next to each other. Letting her have the window seat you allowed her in first, passing her things from inside your bag before lifting it up in the overhead carrier.

During those few seconds, your girlfriend had managed to find the wanted packet again, plopping another one in her mouth as she watched what you were doing.

You slammed shut the cupboard before shuffling in, almost sensing what Guro had done with the look on her face. She gave it away by continuing to suck on it, yourself raising an eyebrow as she gave you a guilty look.

“Gu, what did i say? You’ll make it worse.” You sternly let out, expression coaxed in a serious manner.

“But it helps.”

“Well, don’t moan at me later when you can’t feel your mouth.”

The whole flight was tiring to Dubai, although unable to actually suppress that feeling by trying to get to sleep as Guro did perfectly next to you.

Arriving at the hotel for the night, she insisted that she wanted to stay in your room and sleep rather than go down for dinner and you left her be, confirming that she’ll be okay on her own.

You brought her up some food when you were finished and she nibbled at it, sat crossed legged on the bed as you got ready for the night.

“Guro, you need to eat, you barely touched the plane food.”

“I am eating.” She held up the piece of bread she was picking apart, not making an effort to look at you.

“Please, for me. A little more?” You perched on the end of her bed, pushing the plate a bit closer to encourage her.

“Not hungry.” She squeaked as she pushed it back, crumbs falling into her lap as she focused her attention back on her piece of bread.

“Guro.. if you don’t eat a third of that plate i will tell Hege that you can’t play on thursday.”

“You dont mean that.” Her eyes snapped up to yours, voice small as she froze.

“Want to find out? Eat.”

She managed to do what you asked, even if she ignored you with a pout on her face afterwards you could rest easier knowing that she’s got a partially full stomach.

The flight to New Zealand was better than the previous, you had managed to sleep a few hours of it no matter how many times Guro sneezed and sniffled next to you.

You got off the plane with the dedication of getting to your next destination, wanting to finally be over with the travelling and to relax with your Guro by yourselves for as long as possible.

Hood up and bags under your eyes you paved your way through the airport control, the repetition of the same process made you agitated and the slow rounding of the carousel locked your jaw.

“Guro, i swear.. stop sniffling and go blow your nose.” You spoke through gritted teeth, finger and thumb pinching your nose before rubbing your hand down your face.

“I don’t have any tissues, i can’t.” Her voice was hoarse as she shrugged you off, arms crossed as her eyes turned square by the constant circling of suitcases.

“Go to the bathroom and do it then, it’s annoying me.”

“Sorry that i���m sick, can’t really help it.” She spat.

“Wow you finally admit that?” You mention, scoffing as she rolled her eyes and moved away.

You sighed as you stared at her back, trudging towards where you told her to go, nearly missing one of the suitcases as suddenly everything progressed a bit faster.

She ignored you once again, both of you too stubborn to say anything to each other as you sat on the coach to go to your final hotel, cringing at every sniffle you heard again and again.

She split from you as soon as she got through the doors and you found that you weren’t rooming with her, instead you all had your own rooms which you didn’t know how to feel about.

Guro had finally gave in from the radio silence the morning after, clinging to you the whole off day, not bothering to go and explore auckland straight away and rather cuddled in her room, watching some random movie that was on the one of the Kiwi channels.

She had kept reassuring you that she was feeling better, putting on a brave face whenever there was a training session but you kept an eye on her and you could clearly tell she was lying, although you didn’t mention anything and carried on like normal because you didn’t need another dispute.

When the time came for the opening game against New Zealand, it was obvious that Guro would be apart of the starting line up and, thinking about the team, you weren’t sure whether you should say something about her illness.

She was white as a ghost and you weren’t the only one who noticed, Ada making eye contact with you from across the changing room as she nodded towards the girl next to you.

You shrugged in reply before tugging on your training top before you scanned your eyes over your girlfriends stance once again before realising she was struggling.

“Stop, let me do it.” You tapped the bench next to you as she sat upright, lifting her feet in front of you so you could tie her laces.

“You can’t play, Kjære.” You mumbled as you knotted up her other lace, not bothering to look at her.

“What do you mean?”

“What do you think i mean? Your sick and your not fit enough to play to your usual standards.”

“Bullshit. You can’t make every decision for me. I am my own person, by the way, you don’t know what i’m feeling only i do and i can assure you; i’m fine. Stop telling me what i can and can’t do!” She stood up and shuffled away from you, face fallen with betrayal.

“Guro, i’m saying what’s best for you and the team..” You looked around the room, hoping that you’re not causing a scene. You didn’t need any more added to the pre game nerves.

“I. can. play.” She leant closer to you as she hissed her words out and you stared at her with no emotion, letting out a huff of air as she left you.

During the warm up, you were split from Guro, not bothering to make an effort to even check on her. You knew what you were saying was right which meant you didn’t feel any guilt for trying to stop her being apart of the match, if she wanted to suffer that was on her.

Maren grabbed your arm in the tunnel as you made your way back, twisting towards her, confused.

“She can’t play.”

“I know, Maren, but i can’t do much about it. I’ve already tried.. you could try but she won’t listen to you. She’s adamant she’s fit to start.” You bit your lip as you shrugged, picking at the sleeve of your under layer.

“She’s may cost us the game if she doesn’t perform, it could affect her for the rest of the tournament.” Your captain exasperated, eyes full of concern for how this game is going to go.

“And i don’t know what to do to change her mind, i’m sorry.”

“No, im sorry i know you cant do everything. At least you had a go, we all know how stubborn she is.” She sighed as she focused on how tired you were, bringing you into her arms before guiding you further towards the changing room.

“I only care about her and she doesn’t like that or seem to appreciate it..”

You both came to a stand outside and you sighed once more.

“Hey.. she’ll realise it sooner rather than later, with the amount of times i’ve seen you do things for her these past couple of days, she’s bound to.”

You simply nodded before pushing the door open, catching Guro’s attention before she whipped her head back.

The game was shocking to say and you ran after the ball with your mouth half open as you tried to come to terms how horribly you were all playing, not just Guro.

There was no midfield during the game, at least if felt like it, and your legs were horrifically numb, you could barely feel the ball at your feet.

You still had a few chances, a few chances that were either missed or way off target. The whole team was in shambles against a low level team and it was embarrassing to start a major tournament like so.

Every shot that came off the forwards feet made you hold your breath for as long as it took, groaning when you watched it fly completely out the stadium.

Your weakness grew the whole game and New Zealand took advantage to that at the beginning of the first half, scoring the first goal of the world cup.

From that, it just kept going downhill even if you were higher in possession it didn’t work.

Once the subs came on it felt a bit lighter, the shots finally becoming on target but always saved and booted away.

You witness Guro trying her hardest and your heart still cracked at her disappointment every time she missed, shaking your head at the failed opportunities.

Once the penalty was given for the ferns the faces of all your teammates dropped lower, including the ones on the bench. It couldn’t get worse for this prolific Norway team.

The deep sigh of relief was visible when Ria missed, head down in shame for just conceding the penalty.

It was like the team came to life after that, as much as they could, and were attacking hard. Almost like everyone snapped back to reality to realise this is the world cup, not a friendly.

The ball hit your foot at one point, running down the wing, shoulder to shoulder with a defender and managing to push her aside innocently and make the cross.

Ada, unselfishly, passed it to Guro beside her who comically missed the open sitter before falling to the floor in incredulity.

Your hands flew to your head, audibly expressing your annoyance before you bent down to sort your socks out.

The frustration was seen in all your teammates eyes as the final whistle was blown, your own glazed over.

You saw Guro glance at you culpably, biting the inside of her cheek as she didn’t know whether to approach you once you shook the last Kiwi players hand.

Hege didn’t bother to do a team debrief circle, seeming as most of them were hiding themselves from the embarrassment and fleeing to the tunnel.

You flopped into your locker, head leant back against it as you closed your eyes, keeping the emotion at bay for the meanwhile.

A few of the girls, upon arrival, clapped your shoulder as you changed your position to lean your elbows on your knees, hands covering your face.

Hege came in to do her scolding speech and you didn’t notice your girlfriends absence until after, searching around the room for the brunette.

“Where’s Gu?” You asked Emilie, panicked as she shrugged in reply.

You got up and rushed to the bathroom, checking the toilets and the showers to find that she is most definitely not in the changing room and by herself somewhere in the stadium.

You ignored the looks you got as you rushed from one side of the room to the other, slamming open the door and trailing away from the pitch entrance, seeming as there was still attendance out there.

Rounding the corner you found her on the floor, back against the wall with her knees up to her chest, staring at the wall in front of her.

“Guro! Der er du, jeg var bekymret.” Guro! There you are, i was worried.

“Like you always are.” She whispered, almost to herself rather than directly to you as she pursed her lips.

“I have to be, i’m your girlfriend and jeg elsker deg.”

You shuffled over to her and crouched down beside her, placing a hand on her knee for comfort and also to support your from falling backwards.

“I love you too, i’m sorry. I should have done what you said, i shouldn’t have played.” Her gaze turned to upon you, a single tear falling down her cheek and you quickly wiped it away before sitting down next to her.

“Elskede.. it doesn’t matter whether you played or not, we were all shit. I was wrong for telling you what to do, i don’t mean to come off as controlling.”

“You’re not controlling, as you said; you just wanted what was best, i won’t hold you to that title.” She whispered before sniffling, again, and resting her head on your shoulder.

“I just worry about you, i always will in sickness and in health.” You took her hand in yours and squeezed it with both hands, bringing them up to your lips.

“We’re not married though, so..” She joked, the small huff of a laugh escaping the back of her throat.

“Not yet, in the future though but that rule counted from when we started dating. I’d do anything for you.”

“jeg elsker deg så mye.” I love you so much. Guro pouted a smile as she brought her head up to face you, rather close.

“Can i kiss you, it feels like forever since we last did.” You muttered, your hand crawling from her neck to her cheek as your eyes fluttered to her lips.

“I don’t want you to catch anything.. but please, if you really want to.”

[julianalvarez9]

soft launch / mason mount

summary: mason posts your bereal's on his page and people start to suspect things.

pairing: mason mount x reader

author's note: this is my first ig au in this account skdjkdj hope you like this! you can send me your requests for ig au's starting now if you'd like! :)

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[captainwans]

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[ac3may]

“ the wag diaries ”

Dating ~ Sam Kerr ~

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• Sam was definitely the more comfortable flirter before getting together

• but as soon as you were official?

• you gave as good as you got

• and somehow she found herself loving that more

• you say “jump”, she says “how high?”

• you humble her and keep her grounded

• she cares for you and teaches you that your Miss Independent act wasn’t necessarily healthy or necessary

• Sam’s favourite hobby is teasing you

• she gets to the point where you tell her to “fuck off” though and she’s like a schoolchild in trouble

• doesn’t know where to look or how to approach you when she gets on your wrong side

• knows full well you can survive without her and she'll have to keep winning you over to keep her place

• you know you can't though, not really

• as much stick as you give her, your life post-Sam has made you a much happier person and there’s nothing you’d wouldn't give her up for

• sometimes its fun to see her get a little hot under the collar though

• as if he couldn’t get worse he does, Elys becomes the bane of your relationship in the most classic annoying younger brother fashion

• secretly you love it though, seeing Sam adopt him as if he were her own brother warms your heart

• she and Enya already had a strong relationship as teammates but even the crowds begin to notice the extra protectiveness she shows on the pitch

• the feeling is returned when Sam sees you interact with her younger sister too

• although a number of their conversations are teasing over the red vs blue football rivalry 

• everyone thinks Sam would be the hardarse in the relationship but it's you putting her in check and telling her to cool it on the pda

• she knows you need and love the extra care and attention

• the affection surprises you anyhow

• it takes time to get used to how exceptionally soft she is

• and how much she spoils you

• especially after the hardcore flirting

• doesn’t stop her RKOing you onto the bed though

• Sam goes from spending time with her cat and sister in an otherwise large and empty house to cramming into a three-bedroom flat with you and the twins

• despite the endless teasing that follows her from home to training she somehow loves it more

• although she is constantly begging to spend the night at her place (not that her little sister would be any better)

• you always get your way though, like the princess you are

~~~~~~~~~~

I said I had thoughts in the bank! Both are dating head-cannons tho so sorry if that’s annoying or whatever

[lovergiirlsblog]

Deep end

Summary: Y/N who’s struggling with infertility started to distance herself from Mason. How will the Chelsea boy react ? Will they work It out in the end, or have they already fallen into the deep end ?

Warnings: Mention of infertility, a lot of angst

Note: This made feel so emotional. Hope you like it. Also I might make a part 2 of it.

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Negative.

Once again, negative.

I looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror: red rims around my puffy,bloodshot eyes , rosy nose and cheeks. I’ve been crying for an hour now. I sighed and unlocked the bathroom door after throwing the pregnancy test in the bin. Mason and I have been trying to have a baby for a year now but every single test we did turned negative. And I’d be lying if I say that this whole situation hasn’t affected our relationship . We’re not who we used to be, and I don’t know if we can ever go back to the couple that we used to be.

I grabbed my phone to find a text from Mason.

From Mason:

Stacey is home. I invited her and the whole family :)

To Mason:

Of course. I’ll prepare dinner.

I no longer tell him about the test results. It’s something that I’ve decided because what’s the point of telling someone over and over again that he won’t be a father?That he won’t have a kid to teach how to play football. He always plays tough when he’s around me but I know it’s killing him too. I,once,heard him gasp from crying when he thought he was alone at home. And honestly,I don’t want him to be torn every time. I kept the grief to myself.

When Mason is around I always try to act occupied with work or sleep early just to avoid him. I don’t know why but I often find myself refusing his sex offers,thankfully he was understanding and never forced me to do something that I don’t want to.To me making love isn’t about having fun with the man you love anymore, it’s just a procedure to get pregnant… but will always end with disappointment.

Sometimes I look at him and think: Won’t he be happier with someone else ? Won’t someone else give him what he needs whenever he wants to ?

“Hi” he whispered when he walked in the kitchen.Hi, good morning, good night is all that we say to each other lately. “Hi” i greeted him without making eye contact. I can’t look at him. His eyes remind me of my failure. Uncomfortable silence filled the room. How the hell did we turn into strangers that live together? “ I, um, I’ll be upstairs. They should be here in an hour” he mumbled awkwardly,scratching the back of his head. I nodded and watched him disappear upstairs. I finished dinner and changed minutes before the doorbell rang. When I went back downstairs I found Mason opening the door. Summer,Poppy and Harley jogged towards him and wrapped their tiny arms around his legs. He lifted them one by one to plant a kiss on their cheeks.

“Aren’t you going to greet us Y/N” I didn’t realise that I was staring at Mason and the kids when Lewis joked. I hugged him tightly and explained” I’m sorry. I blacked out. Hello everyone please come in” I squeezed all of them and we all went to the living room. I grabbed some drinks and snacks and sat next to Mason who had Summer on his lap. They were both laughing. Every laugh breaks my heart a little bit more.

“ Since you’re home now,will you come to Stamford bridge and watch me play ?” He addressed to Stacy who was wiping Poppy’a mouth with a napkin. His arm wrapped around my shoulder-just like the old days- and it’s the first physical touch we had in a while. I didn’t push his arm away actually, it was the first time that I feel comfortable with him touching me. Maybe because we weren’t alone?

“Of course I’ll come to watch my baby brother”

An hour later,I,with the help of Lewis and Stacey,set up the dinner table. And we started eating.

“So how are you two,love birds?” Mine and Mason’s gaze landed on Stacey and we both faked a smile “We’re okay” we said at the same time.

“Are you staying in England for a long time ?” I tried to have a conversation with her to break the awkward silence and be a good host.

“I’ll leave right after New Year’s Eve. By the way the food is so delicious.”

“I know right. She makes the best food. Mason is a lucky bastard.” Lewis quipped.

“I know I am“ I glanced at him and frowned my eyebrows.

“Thank you guys.I’m glad you liked it”

The kids finished first and wanted to play with Mason while Debbie insisted that she will clean the table. We watched as Summer covered Mason’s eyes from behind and innocently asked him to guess who’s behind him. “Um.. I’m not sure.Is it Lewis?” He played along making them giggle so hard “ No.Uncle Mase it’s me Summer”.

I found myself smiling so big, but I looked away when my eyes met his.

“He’s so good with kids. I’m sure he’ll make a great father one day.” Stacey rested her head on my shoulder”Are you considering having kids ?” I looked down at her,her gaze was still on Mason and the kids.

“I-I can’t-“ I didn’t know what to say but thankfully Jasmine unintentionally saved me “ Can we go home ? I’m so tired and sleepy”. We said our goodbyes and they immediately went home leaving us alone,again. After closing the door,Mason approached me ,wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close without any warning. “Mason-“ I tried to gently push him away “Mason please”. He stopped and looked in my eyes. His eyes were full of hurt and devastation. “I can’t even hug you now ? Great. That’s great!” He laughed in disbelief.

“Why didn’t you tell your family ?” I ignored his sentence.

“ tell them what ?” He frowned.

“ That I can’t conceive.. that I can’t give them what they want. That I can’t give YOU what you want” my voice cracked.

“ Why do they need to know ? » he sighed « We’re young Y/N and we can always try again if that’s what you really want.I still have hope.”

“Hope?” I laughed “Hope is the most devastating thing. Hope is cruel.”

Would I be this shattered if I didn’t have hope ?

“ Kids aren’t what I want anymore. You know what I badly want ? I want my wife back. Yes I would be happy if we had a child but I would be happier if i still had the old Y/N.Whoever is standing in front of me right now isn’t the girl that I loved. I feel like I don’t know you anymore Y/N. Are we together just to have kids ? What about love ? What about you and I Y/N ?” He ran a hand through is hair” how did we end up like this ?” His voice was full of hurt. I looked down at my feet and mumbled”The girl that you loved won’t come back. I’m sorry.” I stared off into the distance,trying so hard to hold back my tears.

“That’s all you got huh ? I want to help you Y/N, but you keep pushing me away. Do you think I didn’t notice you crying in the bathroom whenever you think I’m asleep ? I didn’t want to force you into talking about it I wanted you to willingly open up to me so we can work it out together but you never did. And I can’t take this anymore. I’m so sick of you treating me like a stranger.”

He shouted,fist pushing the wall and walked out of the house leaving me sobbing with my head in my hands. Of course he’ll get sick of this. But he’ll never understand how worthless I feel when he slightly touches me. I don’t know why he has never lost hope or why he has never given up on me.

Four hours passed since he left and I was starting to worry. Has something bad happened to him ?

To Declan:

Hi sorry for bothering you but I wonder is Mason at yours ?

From Declan:

No he’s not here. Is everything alright ?

To Declan:

Yes. Don’t worry. Good night Dec !

I put my phone on the sofa when I heard the sound of keys in front of the door and rushed to open it and reveal a very drunk Mason leaning on Ben. His eyes were so tipsy, I’ve never seen him this drunk before. After putting him on the bed and going back downstairs Ben stated” Look Y/N, I don’t know what’s going on between you both but Mason isn’t okay at all. He has been playing like shit lately if you haven’t realised it yet. Also he usually never drinks when we have training the next day but look at him now.. Potter is going to scold him so bad tomorrow” I bit my nails titling my head down and nodding “I’ll take care of him. Don’t worry Ben. Thanks for telling me”

I grabbed a glass of water,and walked to the bedroom where he was laying on his back and staring at the ceiling “Here drink this it might help” I handed him the cup.”Y/N?” He called”Why don’t you love me anymore ?” His words hit me like knives,straight in the heart.Did I really cause all this damage? He doesn’t deserve to be treated that way. He deserves so much better. So much better“ I still love you”

He chuckled taking a sip from the cup of water “weird way of showing it” I helped him take off his shoes and change into something more comfortable. “You need to rest Mason. We’ll have this conversation tomorrow when you’re sober enough”

“You don’t even look into my eyes when I’m sober enough” he wiped his eyes” I’m trying to help you heal Y/N. I can’t lose you. If you need space I’ll give it to you, just please don’t leave me” his voice became weaker and weaker as he shut his eyes. His soft snores were heard minutes later. I pulled the blanket to his chest and pushed the hair that fell on his sweaty forehead. “I’m so sorry for burning us down” a tear fell from my eyes and landed on his cheek.

I put my luggage in my car as soon as the sun rose and left a letter on the nightstand next to Mason.

Dear Mason,

I’m sorry I left without telling you. But it’s honesty what I needed. I wanted space so I can figure out our future together. Unfortunately, I couldn’t accept the fact that I am infertile, and it makes me feel less of a woman and I’m deeply sorry for treating you that way, I let my selfishness take the best of me. Every time that you try to get closer, I get flashbacks of how I felt the last time that we tried and had a negative result. You, my dear Mason, are the most important person in my life and I can’t thank you enough for trying to help me but no one can help me except myself in this situation. I promise I’ll be back weather as the old Y/N that you knew or with divorce papers. You don’t deserve to go through this Mason,so if I will still feel the same, I’m afraid I’ll let you go. You can be happy with someone else and start a family. Until then, I love you more than life. Please try to understand and don’t be mad.

PS: I left some painkillers on the nightstand x

Yours sincerely,Y/N.

[mchlgayser]

sorry that this is so vague and hardly a request but pls could you write more jealous mason if you’d enjoy writing that !!! i’m such a sucker for angsty jealous fics that have happy endings <3

JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY!

starring: mason mount x female!reader

warning: mentions of arguments and cuss words

author's note: another request coming in, I'm so FUCKING glad ppl find my stories ☠️☠️ I LOVE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU THAT REQUEST LUV YALL SM 🤭🤭 & not proofread

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There's a party going on at your and Mason's friend's house, on your defense, you weren't very much of a party person, you love going out, yes but you hate parties. You are not a big fan of alcohol either but your boyfriend was the opposite. Mason loves parties, he can socialize and sometimes even meet new mates. He was't an alcohol fan either but he drinks. You never drank a sip of alcohol, there's one time you tried it when you were eighteen and it was a disaster. You gave yourself a sip of beer and you immediately vomit after that and it is why you promised not to drink again.

It was now eleven sharp, the parties still going strong, people went in and out of the house, some leaving and some just get there. New faces each hours, you have been on the couch for some times, a glass of coke in hand. Mason was gone, again to his friend as they were discussing and talking. Your friends also left some time ago, dancing on the floor and some left.

Your eyes bore around the dimmed light hall, and your eyes caught with a certain somebody, the familiar jet black hair person caught up to you and you grin hugging him 'Oh my gosh Danielle how're you?' You beamed, he chuckle, giving your body one firm press before he lets go 'Good, God I can't believed I finally able to meet you again! At a party at that!' He jokes about and petting your shoulder

Danielle is your childhood friend from your hometown but was't just any childhood friend, you both dated back then and broke up at seventeen when his family leave for the city. It was technically a good term kind of breakup. You both kind of rebounding a friendship before he permanently moved to the city.

At a very young age, no cellphones, you both just kind of lost contacts with each other. 'And to finally meet you again, You are prettier now.'

'Have to say the same for yourself, you are taller now.' You could't help but pinpointed, he grins 'Ahh let's take a seat first and catch up!' He told you, he began telling you about his life after he moved to the city, big change in his life. New environment, new friend, he even hook ups with a few girls and tell you how right now, his current girlfriend is friend with the party-holder which is also your friend.

You also told him about your busy and hectic life, works, and your boyfriend 'You are finally able to pursue your dream..' He referred to and you smile at him 'Yes, anyway it's nice catching up with you Dan.' You both exchanged contacts and he left for his girlfriend 'We're going now.' You heard your boyfriend from behind you 'What?'

He drags you along the hall and excited the house 'Wait Mase, where are we going?'

'Home.' Is all he said, you heave a long sigh catching up to him and get inside the car 'Now what's that all about?' He scoff, starting the engine and drove without muttering a single word to you.

The whole ride was complete silence, the only sound that is made is the ac and the faint radio background. When the car finally pulled over to your residence, Mason opened the door and slammed shut completed leaving you behind, you groan in pure madness and ran after him, and if it wasn't for your fast feet he would've locked you outside

'What the hell Mason Mount?!' You exclaimed, getting angry, he had his eyes on you creating a bullet hole in you 'You dare asked me that?! When you are being a complete flirt with some random guy, chatting with each other, lost in your own world, hugging and touches around?! You dare ask me that question now?!' You turn back to him 'So that's what this is all about? He was an old friend Mason, come on, you think you can get mad at me all you want like I'm a kid? When you've been neglecting me the whole party? Talking with your friends leaving me behind at that damn couch minding my damn own business? You didn't even come at me asking me if I need anything! You brought me to that fucking party and left me behind! When I desperately don't want to fucking go, when all I want was to spend my fucking precious weekend with you at this damn house!'

You burst, and a few tears managed to reach down your cheek but you rapidly wipe it away and exhales 'You know what, I'm tired. I'm gonna go to bed.'

Mason was left behind on the hall, reflecting back to his actions the past hours, indeed he had left you behind to yourself, he would just occasionally waved at you from far over and continued chatting with his friends. He was tired, at himself.

He sat on the couch waiting for you to cooled down and talk it out with you, and apologized too. It's been more than fifteen minutes, Mason get up from the couch and tread upstairs to you both shared bedroom but he found you nowhere, not in the bathroom neither. He heard noises coming from the guest room and strutted his way there, the door wasn't entirely closed some was able to peep in to see you curled up like a ball with a duvet covering your figure. He heard sniffling presuming you are crying. The door is open creakily as he tiptoed to your other side. His hand hesitantly presses against your side temple, you shudder at the sudden touch and stiff around like a rock. He started up 'Look, I'm sorry about what I did earlier. It was very wrong of me to do that, especially to you. I didn't know that guy was someone you knew either so I guess I can't help but be jealous. I'm sorry I hurt your feelings, I didn't mean to so I hope you can forgive me.' He caress your hair and leave a kiss before getting up

You jumped on him and hug him as firm as you could 'It was uncomfortable sleeping here...' You pouted, he smile picking you in bridal style and brought you to your shared bedroom 'Let's spend our time just like you wanted.' Peppering your face with kisses, you and him spend your whole night until dawn talking and ranting to each other. With his arms all around you.

[kierantierney3]

Mason Mount

Summary: Fans believe famous footballer Mason Mount and famous singer y/n have broken up.

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theshaderoom Rumours are going around that famous singer y/n and chelsea and england footballer Mason Mount have broken up. The couple first went public in 2020 when announcing they were in quarantine together. The pair haven’t been seen for weeks, and a close friend says they have separated. Is it over for the couple? Comment your thoughts below: 👇

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[landoncrris]

Can you do one with mason where the reader was on a girls holiday or she was doing something for work in a different country then masons tells her he’ll pick her up from the airport and he forgets,so when she comes home with an Uber she finds him getting ready to go out and they have a fight but after the make up:)

forgotten - mason mount x reader

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You were on a girls trip for the past week, since your best friend was getting married soon and you decided to spend some time abroad. For her, it was the perfect way to relax since she has been busy organizing the wedding for the last few months. But also for you, since you have been busier than ever with work lately.

You spent the whole day lying on the beach, enjoying the sun and partying all night. So it was safe to say that you were more than ready to go home and spend a relaxing evening in front of the TV, snuggled up with your boyfriend. Who you missed more than anything, as you also barely spent any time with him lately due to your busy schedule. When he called you yesterday and asked when you would arrive, and then told you he would be waiting for you at the airport, relief flooded your body.

You called him as soon as you got off the plane and waited for your suitcase, but he didn’t answer the phone. You figured he was probably still on the road, so he didn’t pick up. But when you tried it again ten minutes later, he still didn’t answer the phone. You declined your friends’ offer to take an Uber together, thinking that if he was on his way, you couldn’t just leave yet.

But after you had waited outside in the cold for thirty minutes, it was obvious that he wasn’t picking you up anytime soon. Which annoyed you, especially since you were tired and would have liked to just fall into bed. Your shivering body didn’t make the situation any better, and since you weren’t planning on standing in the cold, you weren’t exactly wearing warm clothes. However, there was also a part of you that was worried about whether something might have happened to him on the way. But you ignored that thought, thinking that he must have fallen asleep and didn’t set an alarm.

What you didn’t expect was that music was blaring from upstairs as you entered your shared home. You somehow managed to carry your things upstairs, which only made your mood even worse. And when you opened the door to your bedroom, the music got even louder, apparently coming from your bathroom. By then you guessed where he was and what he was up to.

He didn’t even acknowledge you when you opened the door, as he was busy looking at himself in the mirror and fixing his hair. It smelled as if he had showered not long ago, but he wasn’t dressed in comfortable clothes. No, he was wearing cargo pants and a grey sweater that was obviously sprayed with perfume, which you could smell even from your place at the door.

“Oh— for fucks sake, Y/N!” he suddenly yelled as he finally spotted you out of the corner of his eye. He placed a hand on the spot where his heart was beating as he breathed heavily before a few breathless giggles left him. He turned down the music from his phone before walking over to you, placing his hands on your waist and his lips touching your forehead. In response, you didn’t move at all, not giving in to his touch like you normally would.

“Hey, love, I didn’t know you were home already.” he said softly before leaning in to kiss your lips. But you turned your head to the side before he could, causing him to furrow his brows. You could smell a small amount of alcohol on his breath, which only fueled your anger.

“What’s with you, grumpy?” he laughed, squishing your cheeks with his fingers. In response, you pulled his hands away from you and took a step back, his expression hardening as you were obviously not in a good mood at all. He just didn’t know why or what it had to do with him. You could read that in his face, which made you scoff.

“What’s with you?”

“What do you mean?” he asked, stepping away from you again to check the time and turn off the music altogether. But you decided to ignore his question, seeing that he obviously had to be somewhere.

“Where are you going?”

“Out. With some friends. But i shouldn’t be long.” he said, as if it were no big deal. And it was in fact not a big deal to him. Apparently, he didn’t even know when you’d be home, which made you wonder if the rare free time the two of you got to spend together meant anything to him at all.

“You’re unbelievable.” you sighed, turning your back on him, thinking to yourself that you’ll just make the most of the evening by starting dinner. “You want to tell me what I did, maybe?” he called after you. But you kept walking anyway.

“If you don’t know, I can’t help you.”

“Just tell me.” he sighed, putting his phone in his backpocket and walking down the stairs behind you. In the kitchen, you stopped and looked in the fridge to decide what to eat.

“So there’s absolutely no memory of you saying you’d pick me up at the airport?” He screwed up his face at that sentence, at which you could practically see the wheels turning in his head. He was silent for a moment, but you spoke up again just as he opened his mouth. “Oh right, I’m sorry, going out was more important, of course.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you were coming home tomorrow like you said you would.” he deliberately repeated your words to provoke you, which let you know that arguing with him was unnecessary at the moment. He obviously didn’t want to admit he was wrong. You put what you got from the fridge on the counter, not looking at him, and tried to calm down for a moment.

“I told you not even twenty-four hours ago that I was coming home today, Mason.” you sighed, while you started preparing your dinner, still without looking at him once.

“Fine. I’m sorry. I forgot, happens to everyone.”

“That’s not the point,” you groaned, finally looking at him as he glared at you from his spot on the other side of the kitchen island. He just raised his eyebrows, silently prompting you to explain before looking at the time on his phone again. “I wanted nothing more than to come home and spend time with you. But no, you’re going out and forgot I was even coming home today.”

“What do you want me to do? I made plans with my friends first, I can’t cancel now.” he said. You then closed your eyes in frustration. Part of you still hoped he could stay, but the other, larger part of you just wanted him to leave because you were tired of talking to a wall.

“We made plans first tho.” you broke the eye contact and turned around, whereupon you heard him scoff behind you.

“Yeah, for which I thought was tomorrow.”

“Just leave, Mason.” you said, deciding that your evening would probably get worse if he stayed any longer and your argument might escalate because of it. What pissed you off again though was that he immediately did as you said and took his wallet and jacket from the counter, but before he left the room he muttered something else, “I’m late now anyway, thanks to you.”

After he left, you tried to make the most of your evening, showering after dinner and slipping into your pajamas before sitting down on the couch and turning on your favorite show. For hours, you told yourself, “Just one more episode,” and didn’t want to go to bed, even though you so desperately needed the sleep. Somehow you chose that excuse to keep waiting for Mason to come back, but you didn’t hear from him. All you saw was the picture of him that one of his friends had posted, grinning at the camera as usual. No sign of the little argument you had before he left.

Around midnight you finally decided to give up and go to bed, because waiting was pretty pointless, either you would ignore each other or fight again. But somehow you still couldn’t sleep properly, so a few hours after going to bed you heard him stumble into the house. But he didn’t come upstairs, which made you think he was trying to avoid you, when in fact you hadn’t done anything wrong. Unfortunately, he was just that stubborn.

As soon as you woke up the next morning, you remembered your argument from the night before, which made you want to go back to sleep and preferably not get up at all today. But you still had the feeling that as soon as you rolled over, Mason would be lying next to you, sleeping peacefully. But when you turned over, you found an empty bed and a completely clean room. There was no sign that he was in your bedroom, so you assumed he was sleeping in another room and wearing the same clothes as last night. Which only made you want to go back to sleep even more.

You weren’t actually mad at him for forgetting to pick you up or because he had plans with his friends, you just felt like he didn’t miss you as much as you missed him. Ever since you left for your short holiday, you had been counting the hours until you would finally see him again. But after he forgot about you, and after the way he welcomed you home, you were almost certain he wasn’t looking forward to your return as much as you were. Or as it seemed so far, not at all.

You did manage to get up after a while, though, especially since you were so hungry that you felt it would have been impossible to go back to sleep. When you went down the stairs, you definitely didn’t expect to notice the smell of food coming from the kitchen, since you didn’t hear anything from upstairs. And that’s why you expected Mason to still be asleep.

When you got to the kitchen, you saw him standing there in front of the stove, and he was indeed still wearing the same sweater as last night, except that he had gotten rid of his cargo pants, probably before he went to sleep. You saw him turn and look at you as you made your way to the fridge, but you tried to avoid any eye contact.

“Y/N.” he sighed, which sounded to you like he was annoyed. For a moment you felt bad, even though you had done nothing wrong.

“Sorry, I’ll leave you alone.” you said, quickly grabbing a yogurt from the fridge and wanting to head back upstairs where you couldn’t annoy him. But before you could leave, he stopped you by standing in front of you.

“No, that wasn’t what I meant,”

“It’s fine, I—”

“I made you breakfast,” he interrupted you, and a small smile appeared on his face as you finally looked up into his face instead of staring at your hands or his chest as you had been doing, “your favorite.” he added, whereupon you looked over to the counter where there was already a ready plate, so you guessed he was making himself breakfast right now too.

“You didn’t actually think making me breakfast was going to make everything fine again, did you?” you scoffed, trying to make your way past him, but he blocked your path with his arm this time, which certainly didn’t help your anger at him.

“Just stay and eat. Please?” at this you let out a defeated sigh and sat down on the bar stool across from the stove. You didn’t feel like arguing with him any further, especially not when he made you your favorite breakfast that you can never say no to. You just sat there for a few moments while you took a few bites of your food, still trying to avoid eye contact with him.

“I’m sorry,” he interrupted the silence between you, “I was an arse.” and you gave him a few more moments to see if there was more to his apology, maybe a better attempt than just saying “i’m sorry” but he said nothing more. Which only frustrated you that little bit more.

“It’s fine.” you sighed, trying once again to avoid another argument.

“You sure? Because a minute ago, you still seemed pretty upset.”

“I’m not upset, Mason.” you groaned, looking up at him you realized he wouldn’t recognize the secret message behind your words. And you weren’t in the mood to tell him, still ashamed of the fact that you clearly missed him more than he missed you. “Whatever, I’m not hungry anymore.” you said as you pushed yourself up from your spot on the bar stool, but he stopped you once again by stepping in front of you. You rolled your eyes. But he didn’t want you to leave while you were still angry, it was bad enough that you went to sleep angry because you promised that would never happen. Even though he knew he was the only one to blame, really.

“Y/N, talk to me, please.” he could see that something was bothering you, that you weren’t just upset or angry with him, because otherwise you would have acted very differently and certainly not as calmly as you were acting now.

“I’m not upset Mason,” you repeated what you had already said before looking him in the eye to tell him what you really meant by that, “I’m hurt.” you almost whispered, and just as he opened his mouth to say something, you spoke up and tried to walk past him again.

“It’s fine, really. I get it if you don’t want me around, so I’ll just spend the day with—”

“What?” he said quickly, pulling you to him by your wrist, whereupon you fell silent. “Why do you think that I wouldn’t want you around?”

“Because of how you acted.” you admitted, and as you looked into his eyes, you noticed that tears were threatening to spill over yours. At that, you looked down again. You didn’t even know what exactly had you so emotional, you just knew that you had missed him like crazy and that finally being with him again but not being able to do or say all the things you wanted to do because he had caused a stupid fight, was even worse than missing him.

“Y/N.” said Mason, trying to get you to look at him again. But when you didn’t, he forced you to look up by putting a hand under your chin. And when he too saw the tears that were in your eyes, his heart clenched. He hated seeing you like that, and knowing he was the cause of it was a feeling he never wanted to feel again. He pressed his lips together into a line as his hand moved to your cheek, brushing a few strands of hair behind your ear as he thought of the right words to say.

“I’m so sorry, I never meant to hurt you and I missed you so, so much— God, I don’t know why I acted the way I did. I had this whole perfect day planned today and I was so looking forward to it. I have no excuse for forgetting you and then acting like that, I was a total arse, but I really am so fucking sorry. I swear I will never hurt you again. Or make you feel like I don’t want you around, because if I could, I would have you around every second for the rest of my life, Y/N.” Mason said, all while never stop looking you in the eye. And even though part of you was still mad at him for what had happened, you believed him. That was more than enough to make you smile a little at that moment.

“Just tell me what I can do to make it up to you. Whatever it is, I’ll do it.” he said, his hand still resting on your cheek, his thumb slowly stroking it. While his heart was pounding in his chest, afraid that what he said wasn’t enough. Though he really couldn’t blame you if you were still mad at him.

“For starters, you could finally hug me and welcome me home properly.” you said, which elicited an adorable smile from Mason. He didn’t have to be told twice, because he longed for it as much as you did, so he immediately wrapped his arms around you. As a result, you wrapped yours around his waist and hugged him tightly, while your head found its usual place right under his chin. Making him put his chin on your head, and as he breathed in the smell of your shampoo, he finally felt at peace again.

However, your moment was interrupted by a loud stomach growl that made you both giggle. You felt him press a kiss to the top of your head before breaking away from the embrace.

“Maybe you should eat your breakfast after all, love.”

[escapism-writer]

Imaginary - Joao Felix x Reader

A/n: Joao is just *Chefs Kiss*

Summary: After breaking up with João, you realised it was definitely a mistake.

Warnings: Angst with comfort.

You found yourself, face streaming with tears, scrolling though your camera roll. You admired all the photos of your now ex boyfriend but as you did you only felt yourself sink heavier into a pit of regret. You had no idea why you decided to break up with him over one argument, but it didn’t matter. You couldn’t turn back time, and he didn’t try to disagree with your choice. It had only been two days, but you felt as if he’d been gone forever.

You felt cold as you sat curled up alone, a light smile as you reminded yourself of João comforting you. You closed your eyes slightly, imagining his soft handing wiping your tears away. His body warming up your own, you felt your breath steady, deciding you were feeling better you opened your eyes. You were met with the coldness you had felt before, despite being wrapped in multiple blankets. Your thoughts were cut off by a knock at your front door.

You were confused, checking your phone, the device showed the time. 00:51. You wiped your tear-stained cheek, wondering who would be outside at almost one in the morning. As you lifted your body, you ran to the nearest window. Curious to see the person before being met face to face with them. You felt your body hold your next breath once your eyes met with the darkened figure of João. You ran back towards the door, not wanting him to leave. As you flung the door open, his head shot up. Instantly meeting your eyes with his hazel ones.

“I’m sorry.”

The male choked, his voice coming out as nothing more than a whisper. Your lips fell ajar, shocked at the sight before you. You opened the door wide, hinting for him to come in. João held his head down, purposely preventing his eyes from meeting yours again. As his found a seat, you could see him attempting to steady his breath, similarly to you. João cleared his voice, before shattering the silence.

“This cant be the end.”

His posture straightened, his eyes examined your body, in hope of a clear agreement from you. You sighed, your eyebrows knitted together and your eyes fell heavy. You felt guilty, the sight of your ex boyfriend in front of you was overwhelming. His eyes still watery, showing he had been crying not too long ago.

“João, I never meant for us to be over.”

Your breath quickened as you spoke up, avoiding his eyes completely. You felt your eyes go watery, you couldn’t cry again, not now. Especially not now, as he was sat in front of you. Meanwhile, João body relaxed slightly. Knowing you felt somewhat the same as he did. After a few moments of comfortable silence, João broke it again.

“I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you.”

You heard him get up, the familiar feeling of warmth surrounded you once again. You felt his arms wrap around your body, holding you protectively. You were afraid to look up, scared that this comfort was only imaginary. You bit your lower lip slightly, your arms reached out for him.

“I love you, João. I always will.”

You felt your eyes close in comfort, while João adjusted his body. Your head now laying on his chest, his played with your hair. You followed his breathing until you felt yourself fall asleep, exactly where you meant to be. In the comfort of your boyfriends arms.

[neymarsangel]

Secrets - Mason Mount x reader

Mason Mount x female!reader

Summary: The women’s Euros lead to secrets being spilt. How will Declan take the news knowing his best friends have been dating behind his back?

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, implied smut, Euro heartbreak (still not over it) 

Word Count: 2.7K

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The summer of 2021 was one the English would never forget. For the most part, the summer was full of happiness and memories but the night of the Euro final against Italy was one to forget. England fell at the last hurdle, cheated out of the win if you analyse the referee's decision but it was over now. You were there to witness everything. Growing up with Mason and Declan meant you were there to watch their happiest moments on the pitch and their heartbreaking moments. 

You’d gone down the same route as they had, football. You were scouted by Celtic and quickly moved to Scotland, leaving the boys for several years. Thankfully the women's league started later than the men's so you were always able to travel back to England to support the two and they’d do the same at the end of the season. 

Eventually, you left Celtic and moved back to England to join West Ham, much to Mason's disgust. Declan was enthusiastic, he always bragged to Mason that he got to spend more time with you, always telling him what you’d been up to during training and your free time but the truth was Mason already knew that. You’d been dating Mason behind Declan's back for about a year now. 

It all started after the Euro final. Mason was heartbroken and wanted you by his side. You didn’t feel guilty about leaving Declan, he had Lauren by his side, Mason had no one like that. You sat on his bed, cupping his face as you wiped his tears away with your thumbs. Mason looked up at you through his glossy eyes, even when his heart was being ripped into a million pieces he couldn’t help but fall in love with you even more. He already lost the biggest game in his life he couldn’t lose much more. Mason leant forward and placed his lips onto yours, you kissed him back and the rest was history. 

“How’re you feeling?” Mason ran his fingertips along your skin as you both lay in bed together. It was the morning of the women’s euro final. England was set to play Germany in a mere few hours, a game in which the men lost and the women had never won. 

“Bit nervous.” You looked up at him through the sunlit hotel room. 

“You’ll be fine, you’ve scored in every game so far.” He smirked. “Might as well be the female Messi.” A small laugh slipped from your lips as you laid your head down onto his bare chest, your hand reaching up to trace his tattoo. 

“Maybe one day.” 

“You’ve got the height for it.” 

“Oh piss off I’m not that short!” You slapped his chest causing him to laugh and wrap his arms around you, keeping you close. He kissed your forehead as you fell silent. A small sigh fell from your lips, catching his attention. “What’s on your mind?” 

“When are we gonna Dec?” 

“Soon.” 

“How soon?”

“In the next few weeks.”

“What about today?”

“Absolutely not.” 

“Why not?”

“Because today is about you, not me and if he throws a fit saying shit like ‘it’ll ruin the friendship’ then that’ll ruin your day.”

“It’ll ruin my day not being able to celebrate with my boyfriend if we win.” You hit back at his words. 

“You can celebrate with me.” He moved your head out of your face. “Behind closed doors when he’d not around.” Rolling your eyes you pushed yourself up from his grasp, getting out of bed and heading to the shower. Mason frowned at your actions, pouting like a child as you left him alone. “Don’t be in a mood with me!” He called out. 

“I’m not!” You hissed back, turning the shower on before locking the bathroom door. 

“Do I get to join?”

“Nope.”

“Why not?” He threw the covers off his bare body and made his way to the door, attempting to open it. “y/n lets not have an argument.”

“We aren’t having an argument.”

“You’re acting as if we are.”

“Your eyes deceive you Mount.”

“You only ever call me by my last name when you’re teasing me or when you’re pissed off and the door being locked is a big sign to me that you’re annoyed at me.”

“You know why.”

“Oh, so we are having an argument?”

“A disagreement Mason.” 

“Look I want to tell him but we’ve kept it for so long… that’s what’ll hurt him…”

“And who’s idea was that?” Your tone turned sour at his excuses. 

Mason knew you had a point. You wanted to tell Declan after a few months. That was the original agreement. Make sure things worked out first and if they didn’t you’d split and it would never be spoken about again and Declan would never have to know. Evidently, things didn’t turn out like that and Mason and you had already begun to look at properties to move into together, Declan would have to find out soon. Mason was the one who wanted to keep it from him, the lies just built up and it was getting too much. The pressure of the Euros was weighing on your shoulders and the constant lying to your best friend was getting too much. 

You opened the bathroom door, your hair dripping wet as you wrapped a towel around your body. “We tell him tonight, I don’t care what the result is and if you won’t tell him then I’ll just tell him myself, without you.” 

“You look really hot -”

“Stop trying to change the subject.” Glaring his way you pushed past him to gather your England kit, making sure you had everything in your bag for the game ahead. 

“Just stating a point.” A smirk grew on his lips as he followed your movements. He came up behind you, hands on your hips, pulling your back into his chest. Kissing the side of your cheek he started to trail light kisses down your jaw and neck. 

“Mase…”

“Hmm?”

“We need to tell him.”

Mason let out a heavy breath but didn’t stop his actions. “We will.” He gripped your hips tighter. 

“When?”

“Tonight but if you lose we’ll tell him tomorrow, deal?” 

“Deal.” You leaned your head back on his shoulder. “As much as I would love for this to continue I have to get to work.” 

“I can be quick -”

“Don’t I know it.” 

“Oi.” Mason spun you around so your eyes met his before he lightly pushed onto the bed. He hovered down so his lips ghosted yours. “You’ve never complained before.”

“To you…” 

“You haven’t even won the match yet you’re already acting cocky.”

“Learnt from the best.” You pecked his lips lightly as he laid you down. “You might wanna hurry up if you want to do this…”

“You know I think this is why we lost the Euros…”

“Sorry?”

“I didn’t get a good luck shag before I played.” He smirked. 

“You’ll get one for the World Cup.” 

“I bloody better.” Mason smashed his lips into yours, his free hand coming up to remove the towel as he climbed up onto the bed. Needless to say, you were late for the first briefing of the day. 

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Mason and Declan sat alongside the rest of the England boys who came to support the lionesses. Both of them wore an England shirt with your name and number on the back, proudly displaying their pride for you. The first half hadn’t gone to plan, England had picked up two yellow cards and was yet to score a goal, then again on the brighter side, Germany was also yet to score. 

Mason watched as you quickly stormed off to the changing rooms the moment the half-time whistle blew. The brunette turned to his best friend who was beckoning him to follow him out to the foyer for a drink.  

He needed to tell him. 

Mason followed him, nerves creeping up inside him and not just because of the game. “You alright?” Declan’s voice grabbed his attention. 

“Yeah.” He gave him a light laugh, trying to play things off but Declan knew him too well. “Just nervous for the game that’s it, wanted them to be at least a goal up by now.” 

“They’ll be fine, we know our y/n, she’ll score.” Declan grabbed a drink for him. “But I know that isn’t what you’re nervous about.” He stared straight at the Chelsea boy. “What’s wrong?”

Mason took a deep breath, sipping on his drink as he felt his heart pounding. “Before I tell you, promise me you won’t take it out on her. She wanted to tell you -” Mason didn’t even need to continue for Declan to put two and two together. 

Huffing, Declan cut him off. “How long?”

“Dec -”

“How long Mase? How long have you kept this from me? You two are my best mates and yet you lied to me, how long?”

“Since we lost the Euros.” 

“So a year then? You two lied for a year? Who else knew?”

“Only our families, I promise you Dec only they knew and not all of them know. My parents and hers do and that’s really it.” Declan didn’t say anything, prompting Mason to keep speaking. “She wanted to tell you but I didn’t. I was scared that you’d turn your back on us. We planned to keep it secret until we were certain it would work out between us but I got worried, not her. y/n wanted to tell you but I didn’t so if you want to blame and be pissed off at someone be annoyed at me.” 

Once again Declan was silent, contemplating on what to say but the sudden cheer of the crowd caught their attention. The second half was starting. Without uttering a word Declan moved past his best friend, screaming your name with the crowd as he took his seat. 

A defeated expression fell onto Mason’s face as he took his seat. He knew he’d done the right thing for you, maybe it was a bit late but things are always better delivered late than never but he couldn’t dwell on it too much now, you needed his support. 

Thankfully for him, Toone scored allowing England to take the lead. Mason and Declan both roared at the goal but the feeling didn’t last long as minutes later Germany went and equalised. They watched as you let out a string of swears from your lips, throwing your head back in defeat, you and the rest of the nation really didn’t want to lose this game after the men's final. 

The game ended up going into extra time and the nerves were getting to you all. It felt like the clock was moving slower with each second. No one wanted it to go to penalties. Declan spared a glance over to Mason who looked as if he was losing his mind. Not only was he riddled with fear of losing his best friend but also feared his girlfriend would lose this game like he did. 

“Do you love her Mase?” Declan suddenly spoke. 

“What?” He turned his attention away from the game. “Of course I love her, I wouldn’t still be with her if I didn’t. Dec I’d do anything for her -”

“Then why didn’t you tell me?” He looked hurt. “Mase we’ve been mates for years, not just me and you but y/n too.”

“She wanted to tell you -”

“But you didn’t so she kept it a secret for you.”

“Yes…”

“Break her heart and I’ll break your kneecaps when we play next.” 

A sigh of relief left Mason’s lips, a small laugh fell from his mouth as he spoke. “Thank you and again I am so sorry.”

“Just don’t wait to tell me that you’re marrying her the day before you put a ring on her finger.” 

“I won’t.”

“And don’t wait to tell me she’s pregant when she’s going into labour although that might be a little harder to hide.” 

Mason laughed again. “I won’t, I promise.”

A sudden string of boos rang out from the crowd, grabbing their attention. Both boys looked over to Germany’s goal. You were on the floor, holding your arms out as the referee pointed to the penalty spot. 

“That’s your girl Mase.” 

“She’s given a penalty to us.”

“And you weren’t even looking when your girl was fouled,” Declan smirked over at Mason. 

“She doesn’t know that.” Mason kept his attention on the game. “Who’s taking it?”

“Not trying to scare you Mase but y/n is stepping up to it.”

“What?” Despite being in the boxes, Mason stood up to get a better look, not like it would do much but now we could clearly see that you were standing opposite the goalkeeper with the ball in front of you. “Fucking hell…” He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. It wasn’t that Mason didn’t think you could do it, you were more than capable of taking a penalty. You’d scored most of the ones you’d taken but after the final, he’d been in he’d never want that guilt to fall to you if you missed. 

The sound of the crowd filled your ears but you silenced them. That was one of the first things you’d learnt whilst being at Celtic. The crowd there was one you’d never heard before but Wembley was a different story. The entire nation was watching as the referee blew her whistle and you had to take the penalty. With a deep breath, you took one last look at the goal and ran up and kicked the ball. Aiming the ball in the top left-hand corner you watched as it hit the back of the net, slipping through the keeper's hands. In the last few minutes of extra time, you had scored and put England in the lead with minutes to spare. 

The feeling was something you knew you would never feel again for a while. You ran to the crowd, screaming with happiness as they screamed back. Your teammates jumped on your back, ruffling up your hair and screaming alongside you. You looked up to the box where Mason and Declan were sitting and gave them a smile, although you couldn’t see them through the crowd you knew they were smiling down at you.

The whistle blew signalling the game was over. You and the rest of the girls fell to your knees, the tears streaming down your faces. It had finally come home. Mason and Declan made their way down the stairs and towards the pitch side with the rest of your families. 

You and the girls were singing along to Sweet Caroline when you caught the eyes of Mason. He ran over, pulling you into his arms, picking you up as he spun you around. Not caring that a camera was right beside you he crashed his lips into yours, cupping your face as he tried his best to not get too carried away on national television. 

“You’re the best in Europe.” He smiled. 

“Maybe the world soon…” You pushed his brown hair out of his eyes, looking up at him with a soft smile. Your eyes fluttered over to Declan who was taking in the atmosphere. “You told him then?”

“I did. I’m sorry I made you keep that from him for so long, I was an -” 

“Shut up Mount.” You pecked his lips. “It’s done now.”

“Thank you.”

“Is he okay about it?”

“He is.”

“See,” You smiled. “I told you that he’d be okay with it.”

“He said he’d break my kneecaps if I fucked up.”

“Well then Mount, better stay on my good side because we play for the same team so he’ll definitely know if you upset me.” You teased him. 

“I think the colour blue would suit you better.” He smirked. 

“You think so? I was more thinking the colour red…” 

His eyes widened at your words. “No…”

“Maybe contract talks have already taken place…”

“And you didn’t tell me?”

“Should have told Declan sooner.” You kissed his cheek. “Besides, who doesn’t like a bit of rivalry?” 

[footywritingworks]

Moments {Christian Pulisic x fem!Reader AU}

Summary: Moments of your relationship captured by yours and Christians Instagram

yourinsta

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yourinsta date night with him <3

cmpulisic anything for my love 💕

⬇️masonmount yall are disgusting

⬇️yourinsta @/masonmount you're just jealous I stole your boyfriend

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cmpulisic looking fancy for the club gala

masonmount how come your missus was ready before you?

⬇️ cmpulisic shut up I have a reputation to uphold

⬇️yourinsta it's naughty to lie Christian 😈

yourinsta

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yourinsta my boy <3

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yourinsta

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yourinsta always the hardest when he's gone 😔

cmpulisic miss you already my love

masonmount don't worry @/yourinsta we'll take good care of him

⬇️yourinsta you better

[captainwans]

★ . . . ❛ ━━ BEN CHILWELL x FEM!READER.

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yourinstagram name another plant enthusiast, i’ll wait. 🙋🏽‍♀️🪴

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katrinefogtfriis plantemor! 🌾🩶 ( plant mother )

yourinstagram min smuk! 🌸 ( my prettiest )

user if she doesn’t get any cuter

user thats so cute 🥹

sophiaamelia i love this! 😍

yourinstagram and i love you 😙

joaofelix79 i like plants too just saying…

yourbestfriend and your flirting attempts needs an update just saying…

cmpulisic i knew you would say smth like that 😭😭

user CACKLING

user lmao she’s back

user smh he can never get a break

user this is so funny

masonmount benchilwell mate your house is a freaking jungle those leaves slapped my face so hard i’m not even kidding 😭

kaihavertz29 now i’m picturing you getting slapped and i can’t stop laughing

user no bc same i’m literally shaking

benchilwell bro i face planted into a 3 feet tall plant don’t complain 😒

user poor things 😭😂

yourbestfriend benchilwell you deserved it

benchilwell yourbestfriend 😐

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user holy mama im gay

user SLAYY QUEEN

sasha__rebecca gorgeous!! 🤩🤍

yourinstagram love u sash! 💞

user 😍😍

helenespilling fineste dama jeg vet om! 🔥😩 ( prettiest woman i know )

yourinstagram fineste danseren jeg vet om 😉 ( prettiest dancer i know )

odegaard.98 yourinstagram enig! 🤩 ( agreed )

vegardharm nei nå må du slutte 🔥😍 ( now you have to stop )

yourinstagram slutt jeg rødmer 🫣💞 ( stop i’m blushing )

laurennjjames beautiful as always! 🩷

yourinstagram got it from you 🫶🏼

user lauren is so smol i love their friendship!!

user y/n is collecting celebs like infinity stones

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user NOT THE WINE

user christian has me dying

user they’re all so unserious i love them

masonmount without me 🥺

yourinstagram if you didn’t leave chelsea then maybe you could’ve gotten the invite 😊

masonmount ouch 😣

chelseafc 🫣

manchesterunited pls don’t get us involved

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user SHE DID NOT

user YN APOLOGIZE NOW

user how did you managed to get chelseafc manchesterunited to get here pls-

yourinstagram user i have no idea 😭 now i’m gonna have 12 year old football fans coming at me

user a punch in the throat— same

user poor mase shshs

yourbestfriend ok but why does the smashed wine bottle look so aesthetic? 🫢😩

marcusrashford and what’s wrong with man utd

yourinstagram i just don’t like your team don’t take it personally

yoursister what did that wine do to you?

yourfriend a lot… 🫣

benchilwell she was so drunk that she thought that the wine bottle was thor’s hammer and smashed it on the floor 💀

sophiaamelia she cried so much after that thinking that she “destroyed” thor’s hammer 😭

reecejames poor wine 😞

yourinstagram *poor me 🖕🏻 reecejames

kaihavertz29 so much happened last night i don’t even remember half of it rip

cmpulisic it went so far that we all crashed at a fancy party and bought 16 bottles of wine

rlc lmaoo now i remember 😭 memorable

user what is going on with this comment section

user i’m so confused

user pls how did we get from man utd to thor’s hammer?

user idk but i’m cackling my ass off this is so funny

user don’t act surprised y/n’s comment section is always a mess and we’re here for it

user it’s like watching a comedy show fr

user can someone get me updated of y/n and mason’s friendship my heart aches just thinking about it pls why am i so invested

user pls- me too the comment was too far

user right? like why would she say that

user he already got too much on his plate rn

user she’s so annoying

yourbestfriend you guys are taking this too far pls it’s not even that serious 😭

yourinstagram user mase is doing just fine he’s sitting behind me giggling at the comments

masonmount no bad blood guys! ❤️

[ac3may]

Undisturbed ~ Sam Kerr x Williamson!Reader

A request by the gorgeous @dreamin-inwoso​! I hope you’re not offended that I made it into a sequel to my other Conti Cup fic, they just kind of worked together but can also be read entirely separately. Sorry if this sucks, it’s the first thing I’ve written in actual months...

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Request: "Something fluffy with Sam. Something like reader consoling her after the Conti Cup loss."

Words: 1.5k, edited

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As Leah is called away for press and the trophy presentation you and Sam are joined by your mum. She steals Ari’s attention, taking him into her arms. Your daughters are entertaining themselves watching the celebratory scenes, so you take the moment to check in on your partner. 

Sam is lent against the barricade separating the two of you, and watching as the team in red collect their medals, disappointment and self-depreciation plastered on her face.

If there was one thing you knew about your girl it was that she hated losing far more than she enjoyed winning. You knew she’d be beating herself up for this one despite the performance she gave the children.

Wrapping your arms over her shoulders and pulling her in tight to your chest you rest your chin on her shoulder. 

“How are you doing baby?” The hushed tone is accompanied by a brush of lips to the Australian’s ear. 

Her hand raises to entwine fingers with yours, her reply accompanied by a gentle squeeze, “I’m okay.”

Her tone is disheartened, desperately trying to be strong for you all. “They played a better game, they deserved the win.” She lets out a defeated sigh as she shrugs, eyes following her opposition as they cheer together, trophy in the air. 

“I’m sorry lover,” bringing your conjoined hands to your mouth you place a kiss on the back of hers.

Sam simply hums in reply, the downturned corners of her lips tell you all you need to know. But as you glance at your two girls playing patty cake on the grass and your younger sister chugging champagne you know it's not the right time for the conversation you want to have.

Instead, you hug Sam tighter, pressing intermittent kisses to her shoulder, head and cheek, providing as much silent support as possible. 

As the celebrations on the pitch began to die down you and Amanda manage to gain control over your hyperactive little ones. A task which was not helped by the chocolate treats a certain Alex Scott had provided.

Following the little bodies away from the grass you find yourself falling in step with your mum. 

You sigh before speaking, “they’re gonna be a nightmare getting to bed tonight,” an exasperated chuckle follows the words. 

“Well, I can take them?” The question is casual, the redhead beside you running her gaze adoringly over her three grandchildren, holding hands and skipping along in front of you.

“Are-are you sure?” You're hesitant, “it’s a school night! And Marlee’s been having her nightmares again. Ari only sleeps if Sam cuddles him a certain way! No-no, I can’t let you do that.” Although the idea of yourself and Sam in an empty home for the first time in aeons sounds like a dream.

Tutting at you your mother rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “Go home. Take care of our girl. I can handle the tots. I raised three menaces myself, remember?” Raising her eyebrows she leaves you with a gobsmacked look as she approaches the children. “Who wants a sleepover at Nana’s?!”

Making your way home childless was an unusual experience, but as you arrived you basked in the silence of the house for a moment.

A mewl breaks the moment as the white cat slinks through from the kitchen to the hallway. “Hey, Helen.” You can’t help but chuckle as you lean down to fuss over the fur baby gently. 

After a few moments, Helen loses interest in you entirely and stalks away to curl up in the corner of your sofa and you set about putting your last-minute plans into action.

Collecting the shopping bag, abandoned at the door you begin organising your purchases in hopes to set up the perfect night in for your girl.

You dot about positioning candles, closing the curtains, digging through bath bombs and pulling out two glasses to accompany the freshly purchased wine stashed in the fridge.

Glancing at your phone you notice an unread message from the woman herself informing you she’d made it back to Cobham and was on her way home. You respond with a short and simple ‘see you soon baby x’.

Twisting the basket to sit carefully on the edges of your bathtub you can’t help the prideful smirk that appears on your face. A selection of Sam’s favourite bath bombs, bath salts and facemasks sat inside.

Admiring the set-up you had created you can only hope she won’t be moody enough to deny your efforts of a childless night with a non-pg movie, adult takeaway, an alcoholic drink (or two) and a warm bath.

As you're pridefully snapping a photo of the setup Sam’s confused voice reaches your ears.

“Y/N? Are you here?!” 

A wide grin grows on your face as you skip down the stairs excitedly, bounding like a child yourself. "Coming!” You call.

By the time you’d reached the plush carpet of the living room, the striker had left a trail of bags, shoes and coats before collapsing face-first into the sofa miserably. 

Dodging the abandoned belongings you settle gently on your knees beside Sam’s head and run your fingers softly through the stray hairs falling from her ponytail.

“Hey star girl,” the gentle whisper encourages a grumpy groan into the sofa cushions from the brunette and dramatic grumbles as she shifts her body to face you.

The two of you sit in an undisturbed silence for a moment, hands interlinked as you continue stroking gently through her hair. “Not feeling like much of a star right now,” she sighs, eyes closing. 

Continuing your movements you press soft lips to her hairline, “You’ll always be my star girl.” You murmur the promise gently and received the softest of smiles from the girl in front of you.

Jerking slightly in your place, heavy hands press against your hips and a giggle escapes your lips, Sam chuckles with you as she speaks.

“What are you doing down there?” She asks, a playful smile tickling her lips as she runs her hands up and down your sides. “Get up here,” she grins tightening her grip again and tugging you towards her chest.

Despite the emotions of the day Sam can’t help grinning adoringly down at you as she holds your giggling figure tight to her own. 

Settling together, eyes which had gently fluttered shut at your touch open slowly as a confused frown pulls at the Australian’s lips, “Where are the kids?”

“Mum took them?” The response is hesitant, unsure of the reaction it’d receive.

Eyebrows raise, “Really?” The confirming nod of your head has a smirk appearing on Sam’s lips immediately.

“Wow,” she sighs, “do you remember the last time the house was empty?” Daring fingers run along the expanse of exposed skin as you watch her mind flick through all the possibilities for the night. 

“Before Ari was born?” You question a knowing smirk of your own growing.

Your patience with her gentle touches and soft looks quickly reaches an end and you move fast in latching your hands together and dragging her from the cushions. Tugging her with you the pair of you share childish giggles as you lead your unknowing partner to the bathroom you’d prepared. 

With Sam wrapped in your arms, you don’t feel anything but content as your muscles relax in the warm bubbly water.

But as you massage into her shoulders it is evident she is not feeling the same peace. Tension is held tightly in her body language despite the soft fluttering of her eyes and the ticklish patterns she draws on your bare skin.

Resting your chin on her tanned shoulder you gently murmur in her ear, “How are you doing baby? Do you wanna talk about it?” 

A defeated sigh falls from Sam’s lips and your body follows hers as she visibly deflates. “What’s there to say? We lost. I hate losing. Especially to them.”

Lips pressing to all available skin you hum as she rants, evidently needing to get the emotions off her chest. “But football’s football, I know I should just leave it at the club and let it go. It's just so hard.” 

Humming again, this time you reply, “Yes, football’s football but it has also been your life for basically forever. You’re allowed to be angry and upset.” You can practically feel the roll of Sam’s eyes at the care in your voice.

“Why are you always so logical.” She complains with a huff, sending a wave of water backwards towards you. 

Giggling at her response you can’t help but tease her, “I don’t know about you but I wouldn’t say either of us are being very logical right now.”

Turning her head to be inches from yours she presents a furrowed brow and questions, “How so?” You let your fingers run sensually down her spine as you pause before replying.

“We’re naked in a childless house and somehow you're still talking about work?” A grin grows immediately on Sam’s face and her sultry tone from that morning drips into her words as she begins lifting her body from the tub. 

“I guess we should do something about that, huh?” Without giving you a second to respond your girlfriend swoops down, collecting you into her arms, a squeal emits at the sudden movement, “Sam!” A hearty laugh leaves her as you cling tightly to her muscular biceps your laugh joining hers as she tosses you on the mattress. 

[lovergiirlsblog]

Heart pizza date night

In which Mason and Y/N make pizza together for dinner.

Warnings: none just fluff (domestic Mason)

This one is so rushed and short 😭 but I had to post since I’m finally unbanned. It would be great if you sent me your feedback xx

« Y/N! Honey I’m home » Mason dropped his training bag on the floor and put his keys on the counter. « Y/N! » he called again and walked to the kitchen where he found her, eyes focused on the screen before her while trying to follow the steps of making a pizza dough.

« Oh hello there chef! » he hugged her from behind and kissed her neck. She smiled when she heard his voice and turned to face him. « Hello love! Have you been home for so long ? » she hugged him without wrapping her flour covered hands around him. «Nope. I called out your name but apparently you were too focused to hear me. What are you making ? » she pointed at the ingredients and smiled. « I thought you’d come home late,so i wanted to surprise you with heart shaped pizza. » she kissed the tip of his nose « But since you’re home now. Come and help me with this mess » she put her index finger on the same place that she just kissed after handling Mason an apron. “Yes sir” he saluted.

After letting the dough rest for an hour she squeezed it in half and gave Mason his portion. The man started humming dramatic melodies and stated « May the competition of the best pizza begin! » He held out his hand for her to shake it and they both bowed. There’s one thing about Mason and Y/N: they always match each others’ energy , and it’s the reason behind their strong bond. They literally have the same childish and dramatic behaviour.Immediately Mason started copying Y/N’s actions and rolling the dough. He was clearly struggling to make it look perfect, tongue on the edge of his mouth,while Y/N was singing along with Mariah Carey on the background.She was too focused on rolling the edges to notice his struggle. The girl lifted her head to find a very stressed Mason still fighting with his dough. « I don’t know what’s wrong with mine! Yours looks so much better » She giggled and brushed the edges with milted butter.When she finished she shrugged her shoulders « I guess we know who the winner is from the start » . The guy next to her sighed and went back to his task. She glanced at him and his stress amused her « Oh relax darling you’re just flattening it too much. I can’t help you more. » He froze and gave her a confused look then added more flour « Okay I’m rolling it back up » he didn’t give her a second to stop him. The vue of him putting the dough back together made her gasp « Mason noo oh my god you can’t do that ! You just deactivated gluten dumbass! You know what ? Here let me help you. You just focus on football!» She took it from him and started rolling it again while he stood there watching her with guilt. « Here,now I will give you instructions for the sake of the competition » He grinned and squeezed her then rubbed his hands together « Thank you baby. I’m listening » she rolled her eyes and smiled «Okay first you need to pinch and pull the bottom of the circle to form a point. Good ! Now, take a finger to the top middle and push down toward the center. And finally roll the edges for extra crunch. » A proud smile formed on his lips as he followed her instructions perfectly “ We’re back into competition,baby”

They had the toppings set in front of them, Y/N added some sauce, a lot of cheese and pepperoni while Mason wanted his with crème fraîche and cheese. Then they put it in the oven.

« So how was your day ? » Y/N asked once they cuddled on the couch after cleaning the kitchen. « It was good we had fun at training. Have I told you that Chilly and Reece are back ? It feels good to have them back but they won’t be playing in the next few games» He smiled wholeheartedly,pulled her impossibly close and rested his head on her chest. She immediately started stroking his hair. « Yes you have baby. This is the 3rd time » she giggled and kissed his forehead. « I’m just so happy” he chuckled and buried his head in her neck “I can’t wait for the next game. I missed premier league’s matches.» The way that he starts acting like a kid when he gets excited made her heart melt and she wanted them to stay that close forever. « I will come and cheer for you then but you need to draw a heart shaped pizza as a celebration if you score» she pressed her lips on his temple and wrapped her free arm on his neck.

« Deal » he let out a laugh.

« Oh I think our pizzas are ready » She ran towards the kitchen after pushing Mason who followed her seconds later. She pulled the pizza out of the oven and grabbed her phone to take a picture. Mason added some fresh arugula and a ball of Burrata on top of his. Y/N on the other hand was staring admiringly at hers « Look at her. She’s perfect » she faked a cry and took another picture of the pizza. « Are you kidding me ? Mine is definitely the best » she looked at him up and down «  Do you mean the one that could’ve been still a dough if I didn’t help you ? Yeah sure it is » He let out a gasp and covered his mouth with his hands « I did it myself you just showed me the way to do it but the creativity was all mine. Come on I’m starving let’s pick a movie » She rolled her eyes and followed him to the living room « Ungrateful ! »

They picked ”Little women” and grabbed their plates. Y/N focused on the TV and forgot about her food meanwhile Mason,who had zero patience,took his first bite and his face changed confusing the girl next to him. She waited for him to say something but he stayed silent and continued eating. « What’s wrong ? » he gave her a reassuring smile and shook his head « Oh nothing. It’s good » he swallowed hard . Y/N frowned her eyebrows, she wasn’t buying it so she took a bite of her own. Mason stopped eating and waited for her reaction. When she wrinkled her nose and shook her head, he put his plate down.« Oh my god Mason! How’s this good ? » she rushed towards the trash can and spited it out. Following her, he muttered shyly not wanting to her hurt her « It’s not that bad but it’s a bit … sweet » She scratched her head and murmured « I think ,um, i might have added sugar instead of salt ?» she looked down at her feet. Mason was trying so hard not to laugh but when she raised her head and their eyes met they both bursted into laughter « Why didn’t you tell me though ? » He put his plate in the sink after throwing the rest of his pizza in the bin and leaned on the counter. « You spent a lot of time making it and you made a lot of effort. It would be evil to tell you that. Plus it’s not a big deal it’s just pizza… sweet pizza » he chuckled.

« Aw my golden retriever is back » she hugged him tight burying her head in his chest « If I didn’t find out would you still eat it ? ». He looked down at her and caressed her cheek. « Of course. I mean I was gonna eat it if you didn’t start eating » His words made her feel bad. He soon noticed the pout on her lips and lifted her chin « Hey let’s look at the positive side, we had fun and now I can make heart shaped dough thanks to you » Mason wasn’t the judgemental type of partners, he would do anything in order to not make her feel guilty.She chuckled and stood on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on his lips. « But unfortunately, I did find out so we need to order some pizza now »

[laurasstufff1]

The girl with the camera

Credits to @avenirdelight for the gif 🫶🏻

Summary: Mason and YN met in a not so friendly way, but that was just the beginning.

Warnings: cocky Mason.

Word count: 1.2k

Enjoy!! And please let me know if you have any suggestions for the following parts!!! :):)

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There was a park that wasn’t really a park, but people used it as if it was: there were random groups of boys playing football, people riding their bikes or eating a picnic on the floor, which was a dangerous activity considering there were also dogs running around, and we all know dogs love stealing food. 

The environment was one of the highlights of the place, but also the sunsets: pink, red, orange, yellow, you swore you’ve seen all the colors in the sky when that time of the day came. The best views were up the hill, it had always been your favourite spot to capture that colours with your camera.

Today was no exception. There wasn’t much people around, though the sun wasn’t hidden behind the clouds, it was still cold.

Half an hour had passed, the Sun wasn’t setting just yet, but you kept yourself busy with the camera in your hands, an artifact too modern and with too many buttons and settings for your liking, you were still trying to learn how to use in this kind of landscapes, just nature and skies. 

Mason, on the other hand, was spending a rare day with his family. And he was happy until he saw the flash of a camera directing his way, although he rapidly forgot about it. But then he saw you pointing at them with your camera, he double checked again five minutes later, and then after to see you in the same position, and he had enough. 

Going up the not so high green hill, he couldn’t believe your audacity when he was already 50 meters away and you wouldn’t put the camera down. 

“Hey” he said in a rather rude tone while standing right in front, you were still sitting on the grass.

“Hi. Excuse me” you said moving to the left so he wouldn’t block the views. 

“Really??” He crossed his arms in front of him, moving again in front of you to block your camera lens with his body again “Now you guys are interested not only in me but also in my family?” He asked, and only then you realised why he was there. 

“Oh! No, I think you’ve got the wrong id-“

“No, you’ve got the wrong idea!” He fumed, and now you had to get up, although he was still much taller than you “I get that people recognised me and I’m ‘public’” he stopped to make air quotes “but I also have the right to have privacy with my family, don’t you think?” 

“Alright, calm down for a mo-”

“No I won’t! You guys are unbearable, stupidly unbearable!”

“Stop it!!” You were the one shouting now, and he was going to talk again but you were faster “Enough, Mason! I wasn’t taking pictures of you, I’m not a paparazzi” “That’s why you know my name, huh?” He mumbled. 

“The whole country knows you’re name, whether you like it or not!!! Oh my God” you hummed  not believing this was your first encounter with him, or how selfish, cocky and rude he was being.

“Yeah alright” he kept mumbling not having enough.

“You know what? Here” you took the camera off your neck and showed him the digital screen “you can see the pictures I took yourself”

“You don’t need to d-“

“I know I don’t” you cut him off “But I want you to see it, I don’t earn anything by lying” 

And so he stayed there, checking the pictures one by one while you sat on the floor, only know realising the sun was already set and you missed it all thanks to him.

“I’m sorry” he finally talked after going through the pictures a few minutes later. “I thought you were— you know. You were pointing at us with the camera”

“I was pointing at the sky Mason, the sky” you said picking up your bag from the grass and your camera from his hand. “Goodbye”

“I’m sorry again” you heard him say while you walked away. 

And that same night, while you were having dinner, you phone’s screen lighted up showing you the notification you were dying to get, but know you weren’t so sure. Too late to turn it down now. 

*

There wasn't any formal introduction, you just had, apart from your camera, a pass around your neck, with your staff number, your whole name, DNI, EAN code, and QRs. Of course, the ugliest photo of your face couldn’t miss either.

All you did that day was stand by the field, testing different settings, lenses, distances and all that boring stuff, and also talking with some other photographers of the club. 

How cool was your luck, you got the work in Chelsea FC after an ugly encounter with the star player. 

While you did that, Mason stared at you. Your face was familiar to him, and after a few minutes he realised who you were, and without any other reason his cheeks started burning. 

It felt only right to apologise to you once more after the session ended, and that’s what he did when he saw you checking the pictures in the camera the same way he did almost a week ago. 

He didn’t even say ‘hello’, just cleared his throat. It was for you to realise he was there. “I did take pictures of you today” you started saying without a greeting neither “but that’s my job now” you added now showing him the pass around your neck, whee you could clearly read Staff, and under it with smaller letters but as clear as before, Photographer.

“I didn’t know you worked here, never saw you around” he finally talked while stroking the back of his head, feeling clearly uncomfortable.

“I got the email the same night we meet. It was lovely evening, wasn’t it?”

“Look I’m sorry. I’m really ashamed, I shouldn’t assumed that you were taking pictures of me and I should’ve talk to you differently”.

“It’s okay” you simply said, watching as his face light up after you pronounced the words.

“Really?”

“I don’t want things to be awkward now tha-”

“But I’m truly sorry” he talked again and you just nodded, mumbling a soft ‘okay’ “It’s just that I’m like, obsessed. I can’t go out anymore without someone recognizing me, and I love my fans, but sometimes I just want to walk alone, you know? And paparazzis are the same, even worst. Last year I ran into my cousin in a club and a magazine published a picture with my ‘girlfriend’” he made air quotes again, just like the same day you met “even my grandma called me, she thought the rumors were true and she got so worried” he had the intention of continuing talking, but he stopped when he heard your laugh “I’m glad you find it funny, because I didn’t” and that only made you laugh more.

“Sorry” you said drying the tears running down your face from the laughter “I’m sorry for laughing” you repeated “but it’s fine, really, I can understand. Just make sure to be nicer next time, because if I was actually taking pictures of you that day in the park, I wouldn’t have deleted them just to spite you” and now he was the one who chuckled “anyways, I have to leave. Guess I’ll see you around” you were already leaving when he talked again. 

“I never got your name!” He shouted

“YN!”

[kierantierney3]

Mason Mount

Summary: You match with Mason on tinder, thinking it was just a catfish little did you know.

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yourusername obsessed with you

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hi?

So i saw your instagram story and twitter

Is this my way of finding out if you are real or not?

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