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[kierantierney3]

Mason Mount

First part, this is more just an introduction to the characters, seeing how their relationship started. Maybe a bit of a boring one but hopefully you find the others pick up!

Warnings: Fighting, breakup

Background information

Throwback

You first met Mason when your brother was allowed a friend over for dinner one night, you believed that it was love at first sight. You got the biggest crush on him and obviously couldn’t act up on it because he was your brother friend.

You got embarrassed whenever he came over which seemed to be a long, your mum seemed to pick up your crush quickly.

——

When it came to your birthday, your brother begged your parents to let you throw a party. Which they were happy enough to agree to with strict rules set of course.

You were not too bothered with having a party, you would have been happy enough going out for a meal with your family, it was your brother who wanted the party more, inviting his friends and even strangers.

You had a small friendship group who you invited, they came over early to help you get ready for your big day.

“So is Mason here tonight?” Sarah asked, Sarah was your oldest friends, you had met in primary 1 and had become best friends, she was your closest friend, the friend you told everything too, she was the only one in your friendship group who knew about your crush on Mason, which still hadn’t gone away.

“Yes, my brother invited him” you replied trying to stay calm and collected at the fact Mason would be here.

The party was crazy, you barely knew anyone. “Who are these people?” you asked your brother “My friends” he replied he was drunk already you could tell from the way he was acting.

“Hey happy birthday” you heard a voice say you were grabbing yourself a drink, turning around you found Mason stood there. The kitchen was the only room that was half quiet. “Thank you” you replied feeling yourself getting red, at least you could blame it on the warm environment.

“So how are you feeling?, finally legal and 18” he asked “Good, can’t say this party is really for me though, i don’t think i even know half of these people” you replied “Well if it helps neither do i, guessing it’s some of his Uni friends” Mason didn’t go to Uni he was given the opportunity to become a footballer which was his childhood dream, meanwhile your brother went to Uni to do a 4 year course.

You and Mason stood in the kitchen speaking for a once, you had never spoken to him by himself and for so long. You never realised how nice he actually was.

At once point you got lost in his eyes, and leaned in for a kiss, which he kissed back before pulling away “We shouldn’t have done that, your my best friends sister” he said getting angry, you were embarrassed leaving the kitchen and past the people at the party heading up stairs to your bedroom.

Fuck why did you do that, you couldn’t even blame it on the fact you were drunk, you had only had a couple drinks. You were embarrassed, yes you may of had a crush on him but you were never going to act up on it.

You heard a knock on the door, “y/n let me in please” it was Mason you really didn’t want to let him in, you stayed quiet hoping he would leave but of course he didn’t knocking again before telling you he was coming in and before making a move he was in your bedroom.

“Look i shouldn’t have gotten so angry at you i’m sorry” he said “It’s ok” you replied “No it was rude of me” he said “No seriously it’s ok, it’s embarrassing for me, i never should have kissed you even if i had a crush your my brother friend it’s fine” You replied quickly realising what you revealed to him.

It was silent “I know you do” he revealed to you “How?” you asked “You were always quite obviously with it” he said, you always thought you did well to hid it, clearly not. “And your mum told me” What the heck? Your mum told him “Told me to be nice to you as you had a crush” he explained, you were so embarrassed.

“I’m so sorry” you said as this point in time you wanted the ground to swallow you up. “Don’t be” he replied.

——

That was the last of that chat. The next was Mason birthday he was turning 21. Both you and your brother had been invited.

It was a big party, he had invited some of his Chelsea teammates, derby teammates and some of the england u21 players.

You didn’t know much people at the party, so your plan was too turn up show your face then leave after about 2 hours.

At least that was your plan which definitely didn’t happen. Mason made sure to stick by your side the whole time even though it was his birthday.

“So i have a question for you?” Mason asked “yes?” you hated questions like this at least if it was over messages you had time to think of an answer.

“What will it take for you to go out on a date with me?” he asked you, you were shocked, Mason asking you out of an date, “Maybe just ask me?” you replied you never expected this.

“Well then y/n will you go on a date with me?” he asked with a big smile on his face. “Of course i will” you replied, you couldn’t wait to get home to tell Sarah, you just knew how happy she would be for you.

——

Part 1 is finished. The next part is the break up this was most of a throwback to show you how there relationship started.

[someonegoood]

MY WHOLE LIFE pt. 2 ✫ mason mount

part 1, part 2, final part.

in which life does not go on after Mason breaks your heart over and over again. (brother’s best friends troop).

CONTAINS: brother’s best friend troop, angst, some smut (not really explicit) & fluff ! age gap, arguments...

AUTHOR'S NOTE: here's part 2 ! Mason made his first goal for United and I'm emotional 💞 I'll do part 3 later

taglist: @dreamingofautopia @xjval @sunflower-tia @sad-fridge2323 @girlidekanymore @borbolwra3

Chelsea added to their story.

Your phone notified you, immediately dampening your mood. Everything was related to him.

It’s been two months since Mason shattered your heart after that nightmare of a night. The funny thing is that a part of you didn’t hate him, a part of you that still loved him existed. 

You had waited for him to text you to ask how you were and if you were free to hang out. And by the time you realized that he wasn’t going to, it was too late… too awkward for you to ask as well. So, both of you had resorted to ignorance and hostility. 

Life eventually went on, even though you had cut one of the most important people out of your life. And you’d see yourself by night, in your dreams. All these faces in the crowded city of London, and for some reason, you’d still try to find his. Mason was no longer yours.

Although he never was.

The first time Mason saw you after that night was a couple of months later, at a family lunch. The two families —Mounts and yours—had united in your family's garden for a little lunch to catch up on life. You had turned twenty and Lyon was old news. 

But Mason’s eyes were stuck on your body as he watched you sit between his sister and your brother just before him. Sipping from a glass of wine that you most likely didn’t like, he glanced at you.

Your brother had brought his new girlfriend with him and even though you were still as close as ever, his attention was on the pretty blonde talking to your nanny.

Mason had spent so much of his life avoiding you, but after the night of the party, he just wanted to make sure you were okay. Although he just couldn’t. 

—Dear, will you serve me a little piece of that cake? —Your mother had her plate in her hand, waiting for Mason to react. It took him about five seconds to come out of his trance and then he served her what she had ordered.

He was too busy thinking about you.

—So, Mason… when is your next match? Your dad told me you were playing for England. —Your mom tried to lighten up the mood since you were not bickering with Mason as you were on other occasions. 

Mason smiled up while you looked at him and caught a glimpse of his beautiful Cheshire cat smile.

—I’m playing next week, on Sunday… —He looked around at everyone and proceeded. —You are all invited, of course. 

After an hour or two, everyone stood up, scattering around the decorated garden. Mason grabbed his phone from the table and headed to the kitchen in search of a beer.

In the background, the voices of the two families blurred together as you finished washing your plate. Both Mount sisters were busy playing card games with their mother and your brother was having a talk about politics, which you were not at all interested in. You had no one to talk to.

Suddenly, you feel someone behind you trying to open the refrigerator. That bloody refrigerator, which, being so old, could not be opened correctly. You turned around, not expecting to see Mason looking at you.

You headed to the refrigerator to open it, so Mason moved from where he was previously standing, leaning on the kitchen counter. You gave the refrigerator a little kick and it opened.

—Thanks… —He said grabbing the beer, the tension being palpable in the air. After a long pause, you continued:

—How are you? —you asked, he could feel your eyes staring into his side profile, but he stared at the sun setting over the British landscape.

—I’m alright.

Scoring some scarce points with Chelsea has become almost impossible under a year ago now, and you really felt sorry for him, knowing everything he and his team put in.

—How are you holding up? —you stood next to him, nudging his shoulder with yours, before looking down at the floor. You felt the look of pity that Mason was giving you, but you tried to ignore it.

—Thank you, really. 

—Mase...

He looked in your eyes this time, he looked so sad, so broken. So desperate for a hug. You didn’t pressure him to answer your question, instead, you gently placed your head on his shoulder looking along the garden in silence.

—It will be alright, you know. —He hummed, knowing you were still hurt because of what he had said.

—I know. —You whispered back. —And don't worry much about scoring, in the least expected moments your shot is the one that serves the most.

He hated how much you believed him because at that moment he felt like the six-year-old boy with dreams bigger than the world itself, who thought everything was possible. 

Mason looked down at you, the smile on his lips was enough to melt your heart, and threw his head back in a laugh. 

—I don't think I’m ever getting rid of you.

Now it was your turn to laugh. After all the laughing he noticed how your eyes shifted from his own to his lips, and then he remembered why he was avoiding you in the first place. He did a face.

—I know, I know. —You said with a sad look on your face.

—You know I’m too old for you, right? —Mason whispered as he leaned his forehead on yours.

—I’m in it for the long game, Mount.

It felt like your heart was twisting and stuttering, sometimes beating too quickly that you were afraid it was going to push you over the edge. You wanted him to notice, to do something to fix it. 

Time went on flying, the last few days being hectic. It was already Sunday and today Mason was playing with England and obviously, you were more than proud. He had invited your brother —his best friend—, you and your family to watch him from the special box for family and friends.

The cold air hits your face as soon as you enter the box with your family. Excited, you see Debbie and Tony, and their children already seated. You were so nervous that your hands were even sweating.

You sit next to Stacey, Mason's older sister. She gives you a smile.

—Nervous about the game? —she asks.

—A bit, yes... —you say as you settle down, your eyes scanning the pitch, looking for him. For Mason. 

—This should be an easy game, England has a better team.

—You never know. —you reply. You were almost freezing, you only had the basic England t-shirt on.

Stacey noticed that you were shivering from the cold and decided to take off the sweatshirt she had tied around her shoulders. She put it on your lap and smiled.

—Put it on, otherwise, you'll freeze to death here. —she said, laughing.

—I'm... —You said about to deny it. For a second, you thought about the cold that you would catch without the sweatshirt, so you decided to take it. —Oh, never mind.

The sweatshirt was white and had his number and surname printed on the front, in a blue font. This made you remember the uncountable times when you stole Mason's sweatshirts just to have his number on you.

Stacey, without you seeing, grabbed her phone and texted his brother: "Just wanted to say that she's here and she's got your name on her sweatshirt. Good luck! We're all rooting for you. And don't worry, she'll wait for you."

All of a sudden, Summer, Mason's niece, came up to you asking if she could sit in your lap to have a better look at the pitch. It was no secret that Summer enjoyed seeing you, as she had grown up seeing your brother and you in the Mount household.

—Look over there, Summer! There is your uncle. —said Stacey, and both Summer and you looked over to where the players were entering the enormous pitch. There he was, beautiful as always.

The whistle was blown and the match started. Everyone was immersed in the excitement of the box, watching the match carefully. The atmosphere was electric, and each second increased the tension.

—Yes! —You screamed when Mason's friend, Declan, scored the opening goal, feeling your heart beat against your chest rapidly. Summer looked up at you with wide eyes, before she started giggling. You smiled and leaned down to where she was and kissed her on the forehead.

The second half started and your eyes only followed Mason running up and down the pitch. Only one goal was scored in the whole 45 minutes of the first half, that being Declan's goal.

Abruptly, Stones stole the ball from a player on the opposing team. He ran alone, jumped over some defenders and, feinting, the ball passed to Henderson on the right side. He analyzed the position of the players spread around the pitch before passing it to Foden, who was almost close to the goal.

He passed it to Mason and he, avoiding the players, aimed and kicked with all his strength.

The world went silent for a moment. He had scored.

After realizing that he had scored a goal, Mason ran to the end of the field, right where you were. The atmosphere was pure shouting, people jumping and celebrating but you only had eyes for Mason.

He looked towards the box looking for those who truly love him and just at that precise moment, you connected glances. With a shaky breath, you stood up from your seat and waved to him, also trying to hold Summer up with your other arm.

Mason's heart melted when he saw that scene and many things went through his head: he couldn't believe he had scored a goal after so long and he also couldn't believe how beautiful you looked with his niece in your arms.

In celebration, he pointed to both of you and you could only sigh in love. The game ended with a great performance from Mason and a win for England.

As soon as he stepped into the box, he scanned the room for you, but Summer caught him off guard.

—Uncle Mase! —she ran toward him and he picked her up, planting a kiss on her cheek while she wrapped her small arms around his neck.

—My favourite person! —His eyes fell on you and he didn't know if it was his imagination or the fact that he hadn't seen you in days, but you looked prettier than usual.

You were standing at the back, watching Mason greet his family. You felt shy and awkward, which made you hate the feeling even more. All you wanted was love from him and for that, you haven't slept well in the days after the family lunch with the Mount's.

—I played well, all thanks to you. —He kissed her head and his niece giggled. The little girl ran toward her mother and then closed the door, leaving you and Mason all alone. Your family had congratulated Mason before and told you they were waiting outside.

—How have you been? —His voice was gentle like he was afraid to say something.

—Mason! —you laughed. —You just scored a tremendous goal for England and you ask me how am I? Sometimes I don't understand you.

—Alright, alright. You have a point! —he laughed, definitely not missing those nervous butterflies in his stomach. He felt like a little boy.

His gaze searched yours with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. He scratched the back of his neck and then looked at your sweatshirt with his surname and number.

His number looked very good on you, he thought.

He gazed at your lips and he came dangerously close to you. You stepped back, hitting the table. Mason was looking straight into your eyes when he suddenly grabbed you by the waist and sat you on the table. You let out a little squeal. The air was thick with tension, and all you craved was to pull him close and kiss him passionately.

—We-we should go. —you said, clearing your throat. —Your family is waiting.

Quickly, Mason grabbed your wrist.

—Mase... You don’t have feelings. You don’t have a heart.

Now he’s frowning as he tries to unravel your words. His breath hitches.

—I feel things… —your heart twirls with the way his voice sounds. You had always loved his voice. How croaky it was. But you never imagined that it would turn your entire world upside down to hear him say that.

Pushing his hand down, you look back, weak and concerned. He worries you might have suddenly regretted all of this. That you would walk away and never want to talk to him ever again.

What he didn't know is that he's everything you were imagining those long nights… he had never kissed you, not even touched you.

—It’s okay if you want to stop- —he said, while you slid your hands under his t-shirt. Running up and down your hands through his lower torso, you felt his abs contract.

—Mount, I'm certain that I'm okay. —you said, giggling. He smirked. Your core grows tighter with his expressions, now holding onto his broad shoulders.

Unexpectedly, you both heard from behind the closed door someone shout: —Mate, are you there? The party starts at ten, hurry!

Fuck. That was your brother.

Mason had completely forgotten about the party in honour of their win. How the fuck was he getting out of that room with a hard-on? He had to calm himself.

You, on the other side, felt your heart falls into pieces. You thought about how long you had waited for this exact moment, every time you gave your endless hope all you ended up doing was bleeding. And this time, not only he was about to leave you alone but he was going to leave you turned on.

—I'm-I'm sorry... —he said, exiting quickly from the room.

After that match, you only heard from Mason through your brother. He had told you that after the match, at the party, Mason had rejected every girl who appeared to flirt with him.

Apparently, you've had an effect on him.

Mason hated how his heartbeat boomed in his ear when he saw you standing in his parents' house, with a blue shirt that had printed out the number 19 on the back, hugging your figure. 

You had blossomed into a beautiful young woman, you had for sure gone through puberty. He didn’t like to stare but he found it hard not to sometimes. Especially on family boat trips when you would wear a bikini in front of him.

—So, we're leaving after lunch. Do you want to meet at the stadium or at home?

You took a minute to understand. —What?

—The game, remember? We're having lunch here and then driving up to watch the game. —Said your brother, while getting on the boat. About three weeks had passed since you almost kissed Mason and now you were about to hop on the Mount's boat in Portsmouth.

You had completely forgotten about the game. During your conversations with your brother, you could sense that Mason hadn't mentioned anything about that night which was, in a way, kind of relieving.

Just like you, Mason had also forgotten that your family was coming over. But when his sister sent him a text saying that your family would join him before his game, he was flabbergasted.

You both hadn't spoken since the night of the win, but you both were thinking about that interaction since then. To forget that incident, he had spoken to one of his best friends, Ben, in search of a solution.

—Mate, what you need is a good fling. Maybe you should invite someone next time you're going on a family boat day —said Ben, laughing because of what Mason was asking him.

You got on Mason's boat, feeling heavy-hearted once again. After an hour, you were seated on the floor, helping Stacey with a puzzle, after your mom expelled you from the kitchen when trying to help her. Meanwhile, Mason and his mother sat down on the couch.

—She has grown into a beautiful woman, don't you think? —His mom said teasingly, already knowing that you were not the only one fallen for someone.

—Yes, she has. —He looked at you, seeing you laugh at something his sister had said. —Mom... I think I fucked up.

—If you had fucked up, she wouldn't be here.

—No mom, I really- —Mason got interrupted by the entrance of a tall, dark-eye, skinny blond, almost gotten out from a runway. She turned toward Mason and presented herself as Daphne, a friend. Debbie now understood why her son said he had fucked up really bad.

Your brother, seeing Daphne —the supposed fling of Mason— talking with him, turned to you.

—Forget your stuff, let’s just get off this boat. Don’t turn around okay? —his hands gripping strongly your shoulders. He knew how much you liked his best friend.

You laughed and followed your brother down the steps of the boat before stopping in your tracks.

—Since when have I ever listened to you? Dear God, I- — Your mouth fell open as you turned around to be met with Mason and his mother, and the presence of a girl that looked like an actual model.

She was leaning on him and he was laughing at whatever she had to say, while Debbie looked at you with pity. You felt like he had personally ripped your heart out, for a hundred times.

—You knew?

Your brother sighed before running his hands through his hair: —She's only a side thing, a one-time fling. I mean she’s not you, but he decided to find someone before Christmas. —He shrugged his shoulders and you felt the rage creeping up your body.

—What about me? When will I be happy? —you said, crying.

That sentence broke your brother's heart.

19 years to be exact, that's the time you've been waiting for him.

[alltoolewis]

Timeless- Mason Mount

I'm finally off for the summer & finally back writing! This one is super special and is inspired by timeless by Taylor swift, if you haven't heard the vault track please listen to it while reading this! This has to be one of my favourite things I have ever wrote... Hope you all enjoy & I can't wait to write more! Hope this apologies for my absence Love you guys x

P.S I will not comment on him leaving to united btw... as Liverpool fan I am devasted 😒

Summary- When you and Mason are cleaning your nan's attic you discover a book of your grandparents love story... helping Mason think of the perfect anniversary present for you...

Words- 2.6k

"Mase please.." you squealed as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, taking you by surprise as you continued to search through the old dusty boxes "This really needs doing and I never would of agreed to let you help if I knew you'd be messing around like this!" You didn't realise that agreeing to clean you nan's old attic would result in your clingy boyfriend of almost 5 years joining you. What was suppose to be a solo task, turned into a duo one the minute his brown eyes grew wide at your claim that you were leaving him for a couple of hours alone.

"I didn't know showing my beautiful girlfriend of 5 years love was classed as messing around..." he pouted, loosening his grip of you but of course not fully as his arm still hovered your waist. "It's not 5 years yet loser" You smirked, throwing something you believed was an old sock that was hiding in the box at him "We're still 3 weeks of that title!"  You still couldn't believe that it had already been that long. It felt like just yesterday that he caught your attention in the dimmed lightened room, his laugh being the loudest noise as the speakers blaring out the music you had always hated silenced, allowing you to hear what has since been your favourite sound. Since that night you had been by each others side, through the ups and downs, the spot next to him was always yours and vice versa... there was no Mason without (y/n) and he prayed there'd never have to be!

Silence filled the room once more, however the smiles never faded as you sorted through all your nans precious things. Growing up you never thought of your nan as a hoarder, her house was also tidy barely anything on display except the odd pictures of core memories but little did she know that she kept the purest things locked up here. From her old ballet shoes to her old school books, her old prom dress to a rock she found on her secret dates with your late grandfather... she kept everything.

"What's this?" Mason asked curiously, lifting up a book covered in dust and cobwebs. Being nosy of his new finding, you quickly went to where he was sitting next to him on the old fragile footstool, floor creaking as you did so. Your eyes hovered over the brown book in his hands, that it was safe to say that  time has took its toll on. Crouching down in front of him, your hand swept across the front cover, tears immediately filling your eyes as you read the words...

'THE STORY OF ANNIE & JOHN'

The words were followed by a photo of them together, smiles brighter than the stars as the look of love was written in there eyes. You had already heard the story of your grandparents many times from your nan... but seeing it in hidden pictures made your whole world freeze.

Noticing the sudden emotion in your face, Mason sighed "You okay, darling?" wiping away the fallen tears as they fell down your cheek, letting his hand hover there as a guard. Nodding, you gulped "Yeah... yeah I'm good.." Smiling he patted his knee, silencing telling you to come over which of course you obeyed. 

Now the book was on your knee as Mase held you tightly on his lap, head leaning over your shoulder as he traced comforting shapes on your arm. "Are you going to have a look honey?" He could see your clear hesitation to open it, as your hands strummed over the outskirts of the pages. Apart of you wanted to open the book, see the love of your grandparents everybody talked so dearly about, the love that was always compared to yours and Masons, however the other part of you couldn't help but think you were invading the privacy... you knew there story like the back of your hand. A secret romance that was forbidden by there families, your grandmother being in a privileged family who had a tradition to pick other privileged people for there children to fall in love with. While your grandad was the son of the maid, 2 years older than her but fell head over the heels the second he caught eyes with in his word 'a princess' They hidden what they had for years, scared that there families would tear them apart... but faith took its role and 12 years later they were happily married as a runaway couple, ready to start there new lives together.

As your mind wondered away, you felt his hand lace over yours, squeezing it tightly "It's okay (y/nn)? She would want you to see this??" You knew he was right... she'd be screaming for you to open it if she was there. Listening to him, you squeezed his hand back before opening it up. 

The pages looked just as battered as the front cover, but the love was still clear as rain. The book had different chapters, just like a fairy tale. It began with there first year, where your pop's mum first got the job and he was allowed to be involved in the staff picture where your grandmother stood just 5 people away. 

"I didn't know your grandad was in the war.." Mason whispered, scared to ruin the moment as you were flicking through there years together. It was there 7th year 'together'... the year your dad got drafted to fight in the war. "He didn't want to go" You mumbled back, hand touching the envelopes your nan had clearly stuck in the book "He wanted to stay with her although no one knew about them... he wrote her love letters, signed them off as Dave so no one knew it was from him"

"Didn't she call him Dave all the time..." Mason chuckled, squeezing your hip gently. He only had a few years with your nan, while with your pops he only had 1 short one & for the longest time he was convinced he was called 'Dave' "Yep!" You giggled back "Even after all those years together she still called him it. It was there secret code word..."

For the next couple of hours you flipped through the rest of the book, pausing to read the letters, see the small details of the grainy images. From there wedding to the birth of your mum, from the day they ran away together to the day your grandad came back to find your nan had been set up to marry someone else... it had all be recorded in the book.

Your heart broke when you flipped to the last filled page in the book, your grandads order of service leaflet from his funeral. Your heart broke even more when it came clear that your nan had placed it in by herself... ending there story together...

Noticing the tears falling faster down your face, Mason closed the book placing it gently down as he wrapped his arms tighter than ever around you, allowing you to sob in his chest. He didn't say much as you cried, just rubbed your back and whispered a few words of comfort, knowing what you needed most was time to absorb what you just saw.

Once you calmed down, you lifted your head back up to look at his warm brown eyes, his hand instantly going to your cheek "They we're amazing (y/n).." He smiled, causing you to mirror it back "They would been so happy you got to witness it through there eyes..."

"They were timeless..." You breathed out, looking down to the book on the floor that was bound to come home with the two of you.

"Just like we will be.."

Your head shot up to look at him with blood shot eyes "You think?"

"Oh I know we will!" He smiled, causing you to cuddle deeper into him "I hope so Mase..."

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3 weeks later.....

"Mase stop!" You laughed as he picked you as you went to put the key in your new shared home in manchester  "Please stop we need to get in before it rains... stop messing around!"

"I didn't know showing my girlfriend of 5 years of affection was classed as messing around..." He sulked as your laugh continued to echo around the house, taking the heels that had killed your feet all night "and before you start I can call you that now!!"

"I know..." You smiled, turning around to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss, one of many that day "and I couldn't be prouder to now say it.." Mason returned the kiss as he muttered I love you, which of course you mumbled back. Somehow you two ended up in your bedroom, his jacket through on the floor as the zipper on your dress began to be pulled down.

Just as it was about to get even more heated, he pulled back causing you to sigh dramatically. "Don't be dramatic lovie, we have all night to do that.." He laughed, dragging you to the end of the bed "But first I want to give you your final present of the night.."

"but mase you've already given me loads today.." You groaned, hating how much he had already spoiled you today. Giving you far to many presents, making you bed in breakfast and then taking you to the fanciest restaurant in Manchester. You honestly didn't know how he'd make the day even better before he pulled out a box placing it gently on your knee... "Now this one is kind of for the both of us..." He smiled wrapping his arm around you "But I think you'll appreciate it.."

Carefully, you untied the little red bow on the box lifting the box up with the expectation of finding more personalised jewellery. However your heart dropped to the floor as you saw something you'd never thought you'd see...

A book... Similar to the one of your grandparents but instead of there names it read...

'THE STORY OF (Y/N) & MASON'

And just like the other one, a picture displayed below it. One of you and him at the champions league final, your smiles brighter than stars and the same look of love they had.

"Oh my god M-Mase..." You speechlessly gasped, covering your mouth as tears escaped your eyes "I c-can't believe it.."

His eyes mirrored yours with tears as he placed his hand on top of yours "Open it darling.." He whispered, voice full of love "Don't be scared to read this one... it's ours only"

Listening to him like always, you opened the book, smile immediately spreading across your face as you flipped through to see the many filled pages of your story so far.  The first day you met at that party, the first selfie you took together, your first chelsea game, the day you moved together... every memory shared together was captured in perfect unison to the orginal.

"I didn't even know this exsisted!" You laughed messily, as you looked at the picture of you drunkenly asleep on Mason's lap at his Chelsea leaving party. You couldn't remember much of that day, other than you drunk the night away in hope that it took the sting away from living the beloved club and city... 

"Ben took..." Mason smirked "He sent it me the next day along with the video of you doing my celebration on top of the table..."  "Please say that's a joke.." You muttered as you hid your head in embarrassment, hoping that he  was lying..

"Nope!" He chuckled "I'll show you that later darling, first you have to finish this book!"

So you did. There wasn't much after that, other than his first day at united and your new home in Manchester... little did you know there was one final page to your story you were yet to experience...

"What's this?" You questioned as you flipped the page to see a brown envelope stuck to the page, similar to love letters your grandad use to write. Unable to say much, Mason whispered "Open it and see..."

With shaking hands you pulled out letter which was folded in half, his scruffy handwriting evident. You shot him one last look, nervousness written all over his face as you began to read the love letter addressed to only you....

My dear (y/n),

I've never been good at doing speeches or expressing how I feel, but with you by my side I feel as though I can do anything, so here I am... Ever since I saw you my whole world changed for the better. You fixed the hole in my life like a puzzle piece and ever since then I knew I'd never want to lose you.

The other week when I held you in your nan's attic made me think of if we met in another life, would be the same as we are right now... and the truth is sweetheart we would of have! Even if we met on a crowded street in the 40's or if I was sent to war and you were forced to marry another man... my head would of still turned for you just like it did at that party...

you still would have been mine, I'd of make sure of it!

I'm going to love you for the rest of our lives, till we have grey hair, mini mounts running around the place, a cardboard box stored of memories we made, we'll have it all! 

Our story starts now Angel... 

we're going to be timeless...

look forward...

Mase x

Tears poured down your face as you followed the letters instructions, showing him down on one knee, a small box with the most gorgeous diamond ring displayed in it, one that coincidently resembled the one your nan had...

"Mase..."

"(y/n)... will you please make me the happies man alive & spend the rest of your life with me??"

Unable to speak you nodded your head, falling to your knees as you wrapped your arms around him. "I love you so much.." You sobbed into his neck.

"I love you so much more..." He cried back, pulling back from you for a brief second to slip the gorgeous ring on your finger "This is your nans ring" He smiled "I asked your parents if it was okay if I gave it you... I want us to be a timeless classic like your grandparents, I want to fill that book up with you till the day we are torn apart by fate..."

Once more you were speechless as his arm wrapped around you, your head lay on his chest listening to the heart which had loved you for 5 years... there was no (y/n) without Mason and you prayed every minute of the day that you'd be the couple your grandparents were. A love so strong it could be seen from miles away, a love everyone dreamed of but only a rare few could experience... one that even time couldn't forget... Your going to be... 

TIMELESS

[bubbles21090]

Just love his smile

[incognito-girl]

poke - alessia russo

“Alright!” the strong voice of none other than the England captain shouted over the rest of the team. All of your eyes fall onto the blonde girl who was looking intently at a sheet of paper that was in her hands. “Sarina wants us to have a team bonding day so we can become closer as a team and-” she began announcing to the group only to be cut off by a strong accent shouting out jokingly“I THOUGHT WE WERE ALL BESTIES?!” Leah’s head immediately snaps toward no other than Ella Toone. All of you follow her as twenty sets of eyes begin to stare at the girl who had now placed her head in her hands and brought her legs up towards her chest obviously embarrassed now that everyone was looking at her. Her cheeks begin to turn red as she leans in closer to the body of her best friend, Alessia Russo. Who was now laughing loudly at her friends growing discomfort. She looks up to you caching your eyes for a brief second before sending you a teasing wink which you roll your eyes to with a laugh. “Ok.” Leah says with a monotone voice. “There will be different stations with games and you will be split into teams of four and at the end Sarina wants us to play a big game of never have i ever.” she says gripping the sheet tightly. “SO FUN GIRLS!” you yell out sarcastically putting your hands in the air to show just how excited you are. “Shut up y/n.” Leah says laughing at you as she continues “We have been put into teams and whatever team wins the most will get a prize.” “Oh what is it!?” Lucy asks her interest peaked at the offer of a prize. “I don’t know.” leah says blandly. “I’ll leave the sheet here and you can all figure out your teams during breakfast.” she finishes while placing the sheet on the coffee table and walking away to go have her breakfast. You all scramble off the couches you were sprawling across to get to the coffee table to see the sheet with the assigned teams on it. Once you got to team three you finally read your name.

TEAM THREE

Beth Mead

Y/n Y/l/n

Millie Bright

Georgia Stanway

Lotte Wubben-Moy

Lauren Hemp

“Winning team right here!” you hear the familiar voice of Millie yell out in joy. You just look at her laughing as she is boasting that her team is definitely the best. She comes up placing her arm around your shoulder pulling you over to the rest of the team she had rounded up. “Ok girls, game plan-” “WIN!” Stanway yells out a childlike look of mischief in her eyes. You scoff at her response while giggling and shaking your head at the young girl who you had grown to admire over the last few months of knowing her. “Exactly!” Millie says excitedly. You just laugh at the girls as you begin on your short walk over to your girlfriend. “Hey baby.” You say while grabbing her hand to drag her to breakfast. She quickly grasps your hand and catches up to your stride, her long legs making it easier for her. During breakfast you sat with lessi, Tooney, Stanway and Keira. The four of the girls constantly making jokes made it hard for you to be able to swallow every single bite of your breakfast.

Once you all had eaten enough for a small village you begin the walk back to the main hall that had been set up for the day of fun and games ahead of you. You start off playing twister against Leahs team and you win. You then continue on to play a massive game of x & o which once again you won, Millie was correct this was the winning team.

After a few more hours of playing the party games that were set up around the room and just catching up with everyone on the team it was time for sarinas favourite game: never have i ever. The woman loved to have the team play this game as whenever you did do something you had to drink water which would help keep us hydrated and she liked learning more about the girls she spend weeks at a time with.

The entire team gathered in a circle sitting on the floor. Georgia started off asking one. “Never have i ever slept with someone at camp.” Everyone bursts out laughing and only a few people take a drink of their water, you, alessia, jordan, leah, lucy, keira, georgia and lotte. Your eyes widen as you see lotte take a drink secretly. “LOTTE??!” you shout out as everyone turns to look at her, her cheeks turning red after being caught. All the girls start shouting questions at lotte. “Alright girls leave her be.” you hear leah shout over everyone, so they could move on from the question and continue the game. “Never have i ever gotten a stick and poke.” Lucy asks while looking around. Surprisingly, no one takes a drink except your love. You knew this about her, in fact you did the the little tattoo as a sign of your love for her.

Friday 7th March 2014

Art. Your favourite subject to just sit and talk to people in. It was the biggest doss subject as no one in your class actually cared about what they were doing. You were sitting with your girlfriend with your hands intertwined as you spoke about something in a hushed manner to prevent anyone else hearing.

Further into the class you began to get bored of the drawing of an eye your teacher was making you do. You reached for the black marker that was sitting before you, that you would have to use later on to sign your work with the date because according to your teacher in hundreds of years they could be found and sold for millions, and grabbed your girlfriends hand. You pulled her long jumper out of the way and drew a heart on her wrist. “What date is it?” you question looking up at the blonde. “seventh of march.” she mumbles out while pulling her jumper up her arm to get it out of your way. You tut quietly at her while sending her a wink. “Ill just write seven.” you say while gently writing the number seven just above the heart. She smiles at this as she brings her hand closer to herself to examine the drawing you placed on her skin. “I love it.” she says while tracing it. Her eyes meet yours and this was the moment she knew, you would be in her life forever. It didnt matter that you were fifteen right now and it was completely ridiculous to believe that two girls as young as yourselves could commit to eachother forever, but she knew. It didnt matter how many weird stares or weird comments from grown men or mean comments from other people your age the both of you got. It didnt matter that you would definitely be going to different colleges. It didnt matter that your parents would hate you if they found out you were with a girl. None of that mattered as long as she had you everything would work out, she would be alright as long as you were by her side.

She sat there staring at the little heart and the seven on her wrist. The seventh, the day she realised she was in love with you and wanted to be with you for the rest of her life. “You ok less?” you ask the girl who had gone quiet. “Im really good my love.” she says smiling at you grabbing your hand and running her fingers over each line on your palm.

Later that evening, as it was friday, you made your way over to her house to stay over. As the pair of you had known eachother long before you got together you were very close with eachothers families so you usually just walked into eachothers houses. “Hi!” you shout out into the quiet house while taking off your shoes. “Hello darling!” Alessias mother says while walking into the hall to pull you into a hug. She was like the mother you never had. She hugged you for a few seconds and theb ushered you further into the house while taking your bag from you and leaving it on the stairs. “Alessia is up having a shower, so you just sit with us and have some food.” You happily take your place at the dinner table and fall into an easy conversation with Luca. You hear your girl bound down the stairs at lightening speed while yelling your name and asking if you are here yet. She quickly comes into the kitchen and wraps you up in a tight hug when she sees you. “Hi baby.” she whispered into your ear before pulling away to fix herself a plate and then sitting opposite you. The pair of you playing a game of footsie under the table forgetting that it was in fact a clear glass table.

Once everyone finished their meals Giorgio was left to cleaning up after you all had ate. Her parents left the room leaving you, lessi, luca and giorgio in the kitchen. You were looking in the freezer for ice cream, that Alessia had promised you earlier that day. “I think you both forgot that we do have a glass clear table.” you hear luca say while looking at his sister pointedly. She flushes red with embarrassment realising that everyone at the table saw what the both of you were doing.

You emerge from the little room that included the firdge, freezer and washing machine that was connected to the kitchen. You have the cold ice cream in your hand and grab two spoons. “Im going upstairs. i cant deal with the abuse right now.” you say laughing slightly while leaving the kitchen, you hear alessia murmur a quick agreement and follow you out.

The both of you just sit in her bed speaking about your prospective days and watching a movie. She suddenly pulls you into her lap and takes a hold of your hands. “I know this is a little bit out of nowhere but, i love you more than anything in this world. I want to be with you for the rest of my life.” she whispers shyly looking down at your hands that she was messing with nervously. You grab a hold of her face and pull it up so she is looking at you. “Lessi i love you so much i don’t believe i could live my life without you. Your mine, forever.” You say as you press kisses across her face. “i love you.” she whispers to you. “I love you more than anything in this world lessi. What made you realise all of this baby?” “Today, in art when you drew the little heart and seven on my wrist.” Your reply to this was none other than a passionate kiss.

Your lips pressed against hers quickly. Her hands quickly found your waist and slipped under the jumper you were wearing tracing different shapes onto your warm skin. She dipped her hands under your tracksuit waistband which led to you letting out a gasp which she took as an opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth. “Hey less, oh fuck sorry!” You hear Giorgio say before slamming the door. “Shit.” Lessi mumbles while getting out of her bed. “GIO!” she yelled out while chasing after her brother who was now in Lucas room, the two boys beginning to make fun of their younger sister after what Gio had caught his sister doing.

Later on that night you and Alessia were cuddling half watching whatever was on her television. “I want a tattoo.” she suddenly says out into the silence. You sit up so you are now straddling her. “Of what my love?” She lifts up her sleeve and points to her wrist. “Oh lessi.” you beam at her. “You will have to wait a little while until you can get it done.” you say smiling at her. “Stick and poke?” she questions you lightly praying you will say yes to it. “Do you really want it?” you ask the girl under you while tracing the heart you adorned her skin with earlier. “Yes i really do. i want to be reminded of you every single time i see it.” She says while placing her hands on your cheeks as yours rest on her stomach. “Ok, ill do the heart.” You say to the girl. She pulls you into a hug whispering different words of thanks into your ear.

The pair of you look around her house for a needle that you easily find and some ink that took a little while longer to find. You sat down with your girlfriend and began to do the small tattoo for her.

After about ten minutes overall, not counting the many times you would stop to make sure it didnt hurt and apologising with kisses incase it actually did, you were done. The small tattoo on her wrist was complete. You traced over it proud that the girl you love so much wanted this on her forever.

Present day

“Really less you have one?” Lucy questions the girl. “Yes. The heart.” she says proudly while looking at you. “Who did it?” Chloe asked now intrigued. “Y/n.” she answers quickly. All the girls heads shoot towards you in shock. “WHAT?” Rachel says shocked. “When? How stupid are the both of you? Why wouldn’t you just get it done properly?” she continues her questions. “We were fifteen leave us be” you say waving her off. “That is sweet you guys.” Sarina says smiling at the pair of you. Everyone knew you were together you never specified, but everyone knew. This also ment that no one on the team, except your closest friends, knew when you got together. Most of the girls thought you got together in recent years. Little to thier knowledge the two of you would soon enough be celebrating your eleven year anniversary.

[pokemonwearingsportsmerch]

[blondie20000]

I See Red - Mason Mount x Reader

Mason Mount is officially a Manchester United player.

It felt weird to say that on your lips. You knew Mason when he was a blue a Chelsea blue the star-boy of his boyhood club but now times have changed and Mason is ready to move on to the next stage of his life.

No matter what club he played for you will always support him and his career because you love him and where he goes you go as well.

Mason invited you to the photo shoot wanting you to see him wear the Manchester United shirt for the first ever time. You were excited but also nervous. He is not a blue anymore he is now a red and you hoped this move will go well for him. After everything that happened at Chelsea Mason needed this fresh start he needed his confidence back.

You crossed your fingers behind your back as you waited for your boyfriend to get ready.

Several moments later Mason steps out of the changing room.

When your eyes go on him you gasp.

He stood wearing the infamous United shirt. The club's logo shone on his chest, his muscles stretched under the fabric. Your eyes lingered on his white shorts where you see the outline of his crotch

Oh wow.

"Y/N?"

You snap out of your trance and look up at your boyfriend. Mason smiled nervously.

"Do you like it?" He asked.

You eye him up and down. Then you nod.

"Red suits you." You smile at him. "I love it."

A blush crept up along his cheeks.

"Thanks." He said sounding shy.

Your heart went out to him. Mason puts on a brave face in public but behind the smile he is nervous and terrified. This move is the biggest moment of his life he is leaving his boyhood club to be here.

Sensing his sudden doubt you hold on to his hand and give it a reassuring squeeze.

"You are going to be fine." You assure him. "The fans will love you."

"Its not just the fans I'm worried about."

"Well we already know Ten Hag loves you." You nodded. "The players love you. You sir are going to be the perfect Red Devil."

He raises an eyebrow at that.

"A Red Devil?"

"A very hot one indeed." You replied with a grin as your finger trace the logo.

He grins back.

He then leans forward and brushes his lips against yours. You respond and kiss him back. You wrap your arms around him and pull him in. He moans as you push your tongue inside his mouth and roll it along with his.

Your hands move to his shirt and you start to raise it over his head.

"Y/N." He mumbled. He brings his hand up and stops the kiss. "Y/N." He repeated with a shake of his head. "We can't."

You pull away and look up at him.

"Why not?"

"Because..." He gestures around the room. "I need to be ready for the photo shoot."

"You still have ten minutes we can be quick."

Mason looked unsure.

"Uh I don't know."

"Is the Devil encouraging me to resist my temptations?"

He can't help but laugh at that.

"Guess that does make me a bad Devil."

"Oh a bad one alright."

You press your body against his. You brush your leg against his crotch. Mason groans and closes his eyes tight. You smirk as you felt him harden against you.

"You still can't control yourself around me." You again smirk. "You can't go out with that we'll need to take care of it."

You kiss his cheek followed by another kiss to the neck. He shakes his head.

"Are you sure you are not secretly the Devil?" He said with an amused smile.

You gaze up at him. Your eyes are dark with lust.

"I can be anything you want babe."

Just then you gently push Mason on to the bench. You open your legs and slowly lower yourself on to his thigh. You felt his muscles go tight as you sit down on his thigh. For some reason that reaction from him has already turned you on.

You sigh and wrap your arms around his neck. You get yourself into a comfortable position.

His white shorts rubbed against the fabric of your trousers. Part of you wanted to strip off and get inside him right now but you knew that there was a risk somebody could walk in on them. Best to be dressed just in case.

Also they only had ten minutes.

Got to make it quick!

"Y/N."

Mason looks at you with worry in his eyes.

"What if we get caught?"

You silenced him with a kiss on the lips.

"Live now worry about the consequences later." You mumbled into the kiss.

Before Mason could answer you start to move against him.

At first you started of slow then once you found your rhythm you started to pick up the pace. You push yourself on to his black stripes and gasp as you brush against the fabric where his cock is.

All the worries Mason had a minute ago immediately vanished when he saw his girlfriend panting above him. You moaned his name and threw your head back as you rubbed all the sensitive areas. Those noises caused Mason to hold on to your waist tight. He could feel the blood rushing from the rest of his body to his groin. He cried out as you increased the pace.

"Aw baby!" He groans into your chest. "Fuck!"

You go faster. You push into him harder. You enjoy the sweet sounds that come spilling from his lips.

You ground into his thigh. You grip his shirt with your hands. The blue you are so used to seeing is now red. Red. All you see is red.

Red flooded your vision as you started to reach your climax. Mason sensed you were close. He grabs on to your arm.

"Y/N. Not here not now."

"I have to Mase." You replied your voice breathless.

"These shorts are clean." He hissed.

"They won't be once I'm done with them." You growled.

You look at your boyfriend's face. His hair has fallen over his face. His forehead shines with sweat. You can tell by his clenched jaw that he is close too. Knowing he is going to cum in his new kit made you turn feral.

You increase your hold on him and continue to shout his name out loud. You knew when you are like this it was only going to be a matter of time before Mason finally gives in.

Seconds later you bite your lip to stop yourself from screaming as you finally let it all out.

Seeing you fall apart made Mason let go shortly after. He is panting as you slowly slide of him. He tried to say your name but it came out as a whimper. He then looks down at his shorts.

"Crap." He muttered his cheeks turning red with embarrassment.

You smile and kiss him.

"At least we took care of him." You smirked as you gestured to his shorts.

"Yeah and made a mess because of it." He sighed. "I need to go out there they are waiting for me."

Mason runs a hand down his face and shakes his head. You give him a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry I'll take care of it."

Once you cleaned yourself up you went outside. Minutes later you returned with a brand new kit in your hands.

Mason frowns at you.

"How?"

You smiled sweetly.

"Said you had an accident." His eyes grew wide at that. "Water you spilled water on yourself."

"Oh." He relaxed at that.

"Did you really think I said..." You stopped and laughed. "Oh Mase." You sit down next to him. "You do make me laugh."

He cracked a small smile. Soon he joined in and laughed with you.

"I better get changed." He says.

You nod.

"Do we get to keep the kit afterwards?" You ask.

"Yeah why?"

"Well..." Your eyes go on his new kit. "I think those ones won't be staying clean for long."

You smirk and your eyes dazzle with mischief.

He gives you a knowing grin.

"For now." He replied. "Contain yourself darling."

You cross your legs over and give him an innocent look.

"I mean it." He warned but there is a playful smile on his lips.

As he goes to leave you say.

"You really are a bad Devil."

He looks over his shoulder and smirks at you.

"I know."

The End

[hi18364]

Master list

Lucy bronze x reader

Secrets of the pitch part 1

Secrets of the pitch part 2

Secrets of the pitch part 3

Secrets of the pitch part 4

Secrets of the pitch part 5

Secrets of the pitch part 6

Secrets of the pitch part 7

Alessia Russo

United by love

United by love part 2

United by love part 3

United by love part 4

United by love part 5

Barcelona x reader

New beginnings

Jill roord x reader

Midfielders room

Chelsea x reader

I’m gay

Manchester United x reader

Who is she?

Viv x reader

Viv x reader

Viv x Beth

Viv x Beth

Ruesha Littlejohn x Katie McCabe x Caitlin Foord x reader

Mama mom and auntie Caitlin

Kyra Cooney-Cross x reader

Two beating heart’s [2] [3]

I don’t know

What happened to your face

The footballers diary

[hendolish]

rashy x kobbie besties era ❤️

[chrlvctius]

they literally said let's exchange gifts fr

[museszm]

It was 2am and I had an epiphany, honestly what’s the point in having photoshop if you aren’t doing stupid shit

[existence-is-overrated]

was inspired last night x

[kierantierney3]

heyyy i’ve got a request for alejandro garnacho x popstar reader with sabrina as the face claim again please?🫶

just a couple of his posts appreciating her and being at her concerts please? thank you so much!!

Of course!!!!!!!!! I love writing for players who are defo under appreciated 👀

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Could you maybe do one where reader gets a bad grade on her bachelors thesis (not failed but a grade she is not happy about because she put so much work into it) and she is upset and ruben cheers her up?

Happened to me today and I am crying so hard

You requesting a fic for emotinal support is so sweet! This one is for you baby!❤️❤️

Ruben Dias x Reader - Bad Grade

Enjoy!

It was date night, however you were not in the mood after the bad grade you received on your bachelor's thesis today.

"Do you want to see a movie? I heard they're showing some good ones right now." Ruben asked.

"No." You muttered.

Ruben had just gotten home from training and found you in the kitchen, flipping through the pages of a gardening magazine. He probably thought it was strange, considering the two of you lived in a 24th story apartment building.

"No? How about dinner. I heard there's a cool new sushi place that just opened downtown."

You sighed. "I dunno Ruben, downtown Manchester on a Friday? I don't really wanna deal with crowded restaurants tonight."

"Um...okay." Ruben scratched the back of his head. Perhaps he was running out of options that would satisfy you. You felt bad for making him go out of his way.

"Perhaps we should cancel date night?" You said, setting aside the gardening magazine.

"Cancel date night?" Ruben looked worried. "Why would we do that?"

"I dunno know Ruben, after today I'm not really in the mood for anything." You thought back to the hours you spent working on your thesis. All of that work for a mediocre grade, what a damn shame.

"I just think I'm gonna take a shower, watch Netflix and go to bed."

Ruben let out a deep sigh. He was cleary disappointed with you, but nodded understandingly. "Should I make us some popcorn then?"

You came around the kitchen counter where he stood, wrapping your arms around his stem and weighing on your toes to reach his lips. "Yes please and thank you for understanding."

Ruben leaned down, pressing his lips against yours. "Of course." He said. "I'll be waiting for you in the living room when you get back."

You hurried to the bathroom, taking a quick shower without washing your hair. You returned to the living room after changing into your comfy clothes, but to your surprise the living room was empty.

"Ruben?"

"In here."

His voice led you back to the kitchen.

"What are you....?"

You paused in the frame, seeing Ruben dressed in a white apron stained with...

"Chocolate? Ruben are you baking?"

The flour stain on his cheek gave him away.

"I'm making my mother's famous cupcakes." He smiled.

"Um...right."

It was a pleasant surprise. You had no idea that Ruben could bake.

"But why are you...?"

"My mother used to make me these sometimes after school." He said.

"Oh. I had no idea."

"Yeah, I didn't have that many friends in middle school and sometimes the other kids would give me a hard time for being so passionate about football at such a young age."

"Really?" You frowned.

Ruben had never told you this story before.

"Yes, so my mother used to make me these chocolate icing cupcakes. To cheer me up, you know."

"Ruben, that's so sweet." He was trying to cheer you up, you thought. How sweet of him to do so despite your foul mood.

"Come here." He waved. "Put this on and help me with the icing."

You did just that, moving to stand between Ruben and the kitchen Island. He draped a matching apron over your head.

"Turn around."

His hands went around your waist tying a knot behind your back. You then stayed like that, with your back pressed to Rubens front, his tall figure cradling you whilst he rested his chin on your shoulder.

"Help me blend the chocolate batter like this." His voice was in your ear, his lips caressing your lobe. He handed you the bowl and whisker, putting his own hand over yours, guiding you through the right movments, making you mix the icing until smooth. He then let you licked the tip of the whisker before doing so himself.

"It's perfect, no?"

"It's too sweet." You said.

He frowned and leand over the counter to read a piece of paper with his writing on it. "I did it just like my mother would."

"I'm sure you did." You chuckled. "But for a person who blends orange juice with water, I'm sure these cupcakes we'll be too sweet for you."

Rubens torso vibrated against your back as he chuckled. "I think I can handle one cupcake or two."

"If you say so." You smiled. It was the perfect date night. Ruben always knew how to cheer you up when he needed to. He was so stubborn about doing it too. You enjoyed the cupcakes in front of the TV, watching movies all night, eventually falling asleep on the sofa. It was nights like these that gave you the strength to keep fighting for your bachelor's degree, knowing you always had Rubens support for when things got tough. He was your nr 1 supporter and that was enough for you to keep at it.

"So keep at it girl!"

[incognito-girl]

flour - alessia russo

A large hand scratches your stomach lightly the girl whos hand it is hoping that it will wake you up gently. She hears her stomach grumble at her once again telling her she needed to eat something. The night before she hadn’t had anything for dinner because as she quoted “You were more than enough.” as her lips began to trace further down your body. A sigh left the blondes lips as she decided that she had no choice but to wake you up as you were lying on her right arm while holding her hand, keeping her securely in place. “y/n, baby?” she whispered quietly into your hear not wanting to startle you. You begin to move slightly and push yourself further into Alessias hold. Your eyes slightly open as you look at the girl. “Its dark.” you mumble, almost being unheard if it wasnt the middle of the night, while pointing to the window. Lessi laughs at you and your sleepy state as you just look at her with your eyes half lidded. “Sleep lessi” you whisper while turning around in her arms and resting your head in the crook of her neck. “Im so hungry..” she trails off as you suddenly shoot out of your sleep. “Alessia! I told you. You need to eat!” You say scolding her your eyebrows beginning to furrow. Alessia places her thumb to the middle of your eyebrows to try to unfurrow them. “I know. I just needed to wake you up so i could go make something. You were lying on my arm.” she says as her hand goes to grab yours in apology, the tips of her ears turning red at your authoritative voice scolding her making her feel like a little girl in getting in trouble from her mother for eating too many chocolates. You bring your hands to cup her cheeks as you caress the area beside her nose and placing a kiss to the tip of it. “Ok lets go my beauty.” you say to the girl as you begin to get out of the bed. There is a shirt on the floor that you grab to cover your form, you almost drown in the fabric it obviously being alessias. “ill be downstairs, you put on some clothes.” you say smugly punctuating your sentence with a wink as she just sits in bed watching you leave the room in shock, she had never seen you get out of bed so quickly.

The sound of the stairs creeking pulls you out of the trance of being on your phone as you place it down onto the counter. Your blonde is wearing a pair of black shorts that show off her beautifully tanned legs and a tank top that let your gaze fall to her toned arms. Her arms. The arms that would protectively wrap around your waist if you spoke to anyone that wasn’t her. The arms that never let you sleep without them around you. The arms that a few hours prior lifted you onto the cool counter leaving you gasp at the sudden contact with the cold. The arms that moved your hair out of her way as she kissed and sucked at your neck leaving a dark bruises behind. The arms that slipped under your shorts to tease you that little bit more. The arms that were now wrapped around you pulling you closer to her body, seeking your warmth. This touch was different to the one from earlier it wasn’t eager or rushed, it was calm and gentle. Leaving you swoon with how she treated you like fine china, if her thoughts weren’t focused on how your body responded to her touch.

“So less, what do you want to eat?” you question placing your hands over your girlfriend’s manicured ones. “I would say you but i’ll just get in trouble..” she trails off as you push yourself out of her firm grip looking at her with what she would describe as your ‘disappointed teacher face’. “shut up.” you whisper to her as she just laughs at you. “What do you want?” you repeat once again to pry the answer the blonde was keeping to herself. “Dont give out to me.. but i want pizza.” she says while looking at her hands. “You have got to be joking Alessia.” you say slightly laughing at the blonde, but your girl should always get what she wants so you give in. “Alright we better get cooking then.” you say after a few seconds while pulling on her arm to guide her over to the cabinet with all the ingredients to make the pizza from scratch at 2:46 in the morning, but there is no where either of you would rather be in this moment. You take out the ingredients and she begins to make the dough, her arm muscles flexing as she kneaded it against the counter. You sat on the counter, your eyes glued to how her veins would pop out and how her muscles would flex with every movement. She felt your gaze on her, ear cheeks getting a pink dusting on them knowing that you were watching her.

After a few minutes of getting to admire the blonde she pulls you out of your trance asking you to get the tomato sauce, cheese and other toppings for the pizza from the fridge. You swiftly swing your legs around the island so you can hop off the other side right infront of the fridge and quickly take out the things you would need so you can get back to your favourite activity, admiring alessia russo. The items are left in front of her as you place yourself back onto the cool counter getting a front row view to your girl. She expertly puts the ingredients onto the dough that was in a perfect circle. After she put the pizza into the already preheated oven and then shifts her attention back to you, her pretty girl.

Her hands go to rest on the outside of your thighs as she pulls them to wrap around her. “Hey alexa play less’ italian playlist.” she says as she picks you up from the counter her hands slipping under your ass. ‘Amore mio’ by Frank Sark begins to play through the apartment. She moves you both around the kitchen dancing with you in her arms. Your chin goes to rest on her shoulder as your arms tighten around her neck. You place a gentle kiss behind her ear. Her arms begin to drop down placing your feet onto the tiles on the kitchen floor. She grabs one of your hands and spins you around taking in how you move to the music. After a few more minutes of dancing around the kitchen you both pull away smiling at eachother “i love dancing with you, my y/n.” she says while moving her body away from your grasp and going to grap the ingredients that were left on the counter. Due to her clumsy nature she ends up knocking over the bag of flour as she tried to pick it up with her hands already too full. It spills all over the counter she is stood frozen before your beautiful laugh takes over the room pulling her away from the dread of having to clean all of that up. “Oh my god alessia! You are so fucking clumsy!” you say between laughs while holding your stomach. She huffs back at you putting the things in her hands into their correct places in the presses.

She turns around to find you still laughing at her. “Stop laughing baby!” she wines at you. “Sorry lessi.” you say amusement still extremely evident in your tone. “Ill help clean it up my love.” you say while moving past her by placing your hands on her hips. It was here you made a mistake, she quickly grabs a handful of the flour that was spread across the counter and throws it into your face. “ALESSIA!” You yell out at the girl who had a beaming smile on her face as she lets out a breathy laugh. You quickly grab your own hand of flour and throw it at her laughing loudly once she is covered in the white powder. This continues for another few minutes until the timer on the oven goes off leaving the both of you covered in the substance just looking at eachother. “PAUSE!” she yells holding up a finger at you as you held a handful of the flour. You just laugh at her throwing it back onto the counter. She takes the pizza out and puts it on a plate to cut up for the both of you to share. You both jump up onto the four covered surface and you get even dirtier. The both of you sit there eating the food that was prepared not long before and just talking about nothing and everything at the same time.

After the pizza is completed in its entirety, Alessia eating six slices while you ate two. Once you both were finished you put the plate into the dishwasher. You went back over to your girlfriend to place a kiss to her cheek while rubbing some of the flour off her face. “Should we shower?” you ask the girl while wrapping your arms around her and nuzzling your head into the crook of her neck. “i can’t be bothered, we need to change the bedsheets anyway if we just dust ourselves off a bit more it will be fine until morning.” she says the lack of sleep starting to take a toll on her. “Good, im so tired now.” You both slowly trudge up the stairs hand in hand while whispering sweet nothings to each other. You begin to remove your tshirt as you watch Alessia follow suit. Her eyes are glued to you as you get changed into one of her Manchester United hoodies with her name and number printed on the back of it. Every time she gets to see you wearing her name makes her feel extremely emotional about the future she gets to share hopefully with you. You both get under the covers and immediately placed yourselves in each others arms. She pulls you to lie on her, her arms go to rest around your waist as your head and hands rest on her chest. “Goodnight lessi. I love you so much my beautiful girl.” you whisper after a few minutes. “goodnight, pretty girl.” she whispers back to you. She feels your breathing even out after another few minutes and this allows her to finally drift off with the prettiest girl she had ever known laying in her arms.

[bubbles21090]

Missing his cheeky smile and him being on the pitch hopefully it won't be too long before he is back