#no liam payne’s ex girlfriend asking not to be tagged on a picture of her ex with another woman isn’t defamation

[pwurrz]

1d fans who are grown adults in their 30s still have worms for brains i see

[mountswhore]

Hey girl, me again 🥺I’ve had this idea in my head for ages 🤔 based off the song ‘Polaroid’ by Liam Payne Mason Mount on holiday with the boys in Mykonos, him and the boys befriend a small group (reader and friends) bassically a holiday fling between reader and Mason but he never actually gets her name or anything just a few ‘Polaroid’ pictures of them both, few months later he’s been trying to find her but can’t and the lads convince him to post it on Instagram with the caption “Instagram do your thing” after a while he notices numerous different people (her friends) tagging the reader in it and turns out it’s her and sends her a message. Thankyou sweet cheeks 😎💙

aaahh bestie this is such a good idea

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 — mason mount

summary: mason can’t find the girl he had a fling with last summer, so he takes to the internet to find you.

notes: my requests are open, ask away!

for @yourmypurpose

Winning the Champions League was supposed to be a feeling like no other, a feeling that you’d remember for the rest of your life. But Mason felt deflated, he felt like the world was closing in on him and he could do nothing but watch it happen. Even his friends noticed his awful mood, they’d gone from watching him run around the pitch with the trophy, with a smile nobody could take away from him, to this; a man not wanting to leave his bedroom, let alone his house. His career was the only thing he was doing well in, his girlfriend left him, he would just train, come home to an empty house, sleep, and repeat. It wasn’t a life worth living.

“It’ll be fun,” Declan pleaded, following his best friend into his living room, “it’ll be the perfect chance to get away from everything, from work, from the UK, from your ex.” He spoke the last part quietly, yet Mason still heard and shot his friend a glare as he sat on the couch.

“I’ll think about it.” Mason mumbled, reaching for his PlayStation controller and turning his console on. Declan was trying to get Mason to come to Mykonos with a few of the Chelsea boys, as a celebratory vacation after winning the Champions League. But he wasn’t budging.

“You say that, but you never do. Come on, if it doesn’t lift your mood, you can take the next flight home.” Declan was trying to reason with his friend, to do anything in order to get this man out of his sweatpants and into some swim shorts. This holiday was all Mason needed to get back into his rhythm, to realise you don’t need a girlfriend to be the best version of yourself, to realise he was Mason fucking Mount.

The look on Mason’s face was completely readable, a smile appearing on Declan’s face. Declan jumped onto his friend, cheering and shaking him vigorously. “You won’t regret this, we’re gonna have so much fun.”

Mason found himself in his plane seat, earphones on, and on the way to Mykonos. Greece had always been one of his dream destinations, it was one of the places he’d planned on going to with his ex. Shaking his thoughts from his head, he’d drowned himself in the music. Waiting for the next three hours to be over.

The villa was lovely, the view from his room was even better. He felt himself smile just a little, hopeful for this holiday. He’d spent the first day enjoying the food of Greece, visiting the beach, taking in the place he was staying. Every time the negative thoughts would try to push in, memories of his previous vacations with his ex, he shut it down. He forced a smile and laughed with his friends, hoping they didn’t see through this façade.

It was tiring. Getting back from a busy day and then being told there was a club in town. Having to force that smile back onto his face once more. He still dressed appropriately for the night ahead, pre-gaming with his friends before heading out to this club. It was only 8pm and it was packed, the place had an outside terrace, which didn’t seem so crowded.

Drink after drink, rounds of shots, drinking games with his friends and a few randomers. It was wild. Mason was finally beginning to let go of it all; his negative thoughts weren’t affecting him right now. It was pure bliss.

“Mase,” Declan called out, gesturing to him on the other side of the bar, “wanna play beer pong? These guys need another group.” Mason just nodded along, looking over to the group he was referring to. It was a group of four, just like them, but he’d locked eyes with you for the first time.

Throughout the game, you constantly had a smile stuck to your face, brighter than anything he’d seen before. It was the infectious type of smile, one that spread to his face too. The drinks had done a number on his movement, almost stumbling to the terrace, where only a few people sat. He took in the cool air, resting his head back onto the wall behind him.

“You good?” You questioned, sitting beside him and placing a hand on his shoulder. He quickly opened his eyes, turning his head to face you. There you were again.

“I’ve had a lot to drink,” Mason mumbled, breathing heavier than usual, “your twin looks so much like you.” You just laughed, understanding how much he’d had to drink. You had also had a lot to drink, but clearly Mason didn’t handle alcohol well.

“Here,” you instructed, holding his hand out for him and placing a cup into his hand, “it’s water, drink it.” You watched as he did so, downing it rather quickly and slamming it onto the table beside him. “Do you remember your name?”

“Yes, it’s Mount. Mason Mount.”

“Well, Mount, Mason Mount, do you remember where you’re staying? I think it might be an idea to get you home.” You spoke, the cool air sobering you up almost entirely. Mason’s head was getting droopy, you’d seen this all before, he was inches away from snoozing on your shoulder. You just giggled at him and stood up, grabbing both of his hands and pulling him up.

“We walked here from our villa, it’s a silly looking one. One with the pool shaped like a love heart.” You hummed, not knowing which one exactly, so his information rendered useless. He was leaning against you as you both walked back into the club, spotting his friends again.

“Hey, he’s had a lot to drink. I was going to walk him home but the only thing he said about the villa was that the pool was heart-shaped.” You laughed to his friend, who you’d learnt was called Ben. Mason was looking around the club, the multi-colored lights making his eyes squint in pain. This was the beginning of his hangover, he knew it was only going to get worse from here.

Ben had been kind enough to give you the villa address, and a key, so you made your way to the location. It was weird how trusting they were, for all they knew, you could be a psycho thief. You’d gotten to the villa, after an awful walk up the hill, and placed him on the couch. You didn’t even want to look at their stairs, let alone take Mason up them.

“I’ll stay here until your friends get back,” you spoke quietly, grabbing the blanket from the back of the couch and laying it over the half-asleep Mason, “night, Mason.”

“You never said your name.” He stated, craning his head to look at you as you sat on the opposite couch.

“Y/N.”

Declan had gotten back, wanting to arrange another outing together, a bit less boozy than a club. And here you were, on your way to spend the day on a boat. You’d brought your polaroid camera with you, hoping to get some nice pictures with your friends before you go home in a few days.

“You’re back.” You spoke, sitting beside Mason as the boat started to move. He smiled at you, handing you a flute of a sparkly liquid, which you’d taken without complaining. “Having fun so far?”

“Yeah, I’m glad I’m seeing you again. I don’t really remember much from last night apart from your face.” He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. You blushed, hiding it with your hands and reaching for your camera.

“What do you say to a picture? To remember this moment.” You suggested, holding the camera up at the two of you. Mason’s arm slid around your shoulders, pulling you in closer with a smirk on his face. You just smiled your usual, bright smile, and let the photo develop.

The day was spent enjoying the view, jumping off the boat multiple times, finally making your way back to the docks when the sun began to set. Everyone was sitting on the front of the boat, taking in the last few hours of the sun on their skin, whilst you and Mason were at the back together. Away from the sun, completely alone. You laid beside him, your eyes shifting to look at him every few seconds.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He retorted, poking his tongue out at you as you laughed, shoving his leg slightly.

“Oh, I already have.” You replied wittily, holding the polaroid up to show him. It was quite a creative picture, actually. His skin was tanned, muscles perky, the sun hitting him in all the right places. He was very handsome, you could only imagine the job he had back home.

“Hey, give that,” Mason chuckled, reaching for the polaroid but you’d held it away from him. He leant over to you, hand out to grab it, but you’d both been focused on something else. How close your lips were. You could feel the other’s breathe, it was straight out of a movie the way Mason grabbed your waist and closed the gap between the two of you. He was pulling you down with him, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. This was an Oscar-worthy kiss.

You knew you wouldn’t see these boys again, as you didn’t have long before you returned back to the UK. So, as you were grabbing your things, you’d flicked through the polaroid's from today, finding the one of you and Mason.

“Here,” you spoke, holding the polaroid out for him to take, “I thought you’d like it. And it’s a way of remembering your time here, and the most gorgeous girl you’ve ever laid eyes on.” You joked, but Mason really felt that way. You were the most gorgeous girl he’d laid eyes on. He came on this holiday thinking it would depress him even more, but he found fun in you.

“Trust me, I won’t forget a face like that.” He replied, placing the polaroid into his wallet and smiling. “See you,” he whispered against your neck as you hugged, one last time, “someday.”

It had been two months since he’d returned from holiday, back to work, but more importantly, back to his old self. He enjoyed going to work, coming home, and spending time with his friends. He saw beauty in his mundane life again. But he missed you. He never thought he’d miss a two day fling with a random girl on holiday, it wasn’t even a fling, The pair of you hadn’t hooked up, only shared a kiss. But it was a good kiss, an unforgettable kiss.

“Have you searched her name up?” Declan asked, relaxing into the corner of Mason’s couch, rolling his eyes as Mason opened his wallet up for the fifteenth time that day. The boys were round for their frequent game day, a day Mason looked forward to.

Mason shook his head, slightly embarrassed to have forgotten your name, in his defense, he was out-of-this-world drunk. “I don’t remember it, I was hammered. Plus, I’m sure there’s at least a thousand people in this country who share her name.”

“Post the picture on Instagram, people always find people on there, it’s creepy.” Ben added, laughing at the end of his statement. It was a good idea, but was he ready to put it out there that he’d moved on, only for his ex to be mentioned in his comments again? Were you worth all of those nasty comments?

He’d posted the polaroid that evening, with the caption:

‘Instagram, do your thing.’

You had received a call from your brother, just as you were heading up to bed. Strange, you thought, your brother only called if he had some ridiculous news. You’d answered it, sitting on your stairs as he spoke.

“Did you meet anyone on holiday?” He questioned, your mind instantly flicking back to your memories with that man. The kiss on the boat, the horrible walk up the hill, the fighting over a polaroid.

“Why’s that your business?” You questioned, running up your stairs and grabbing the polaroid's from your bedside table and flicking through them.

“It’s my business when I’m scrolling through Instagram, only to find a Chelsea player has posted a picture of you and him.” He mentioned, voice raising in disbelief as he finished his sentence. You furrowed your brows, Chelsea player?

“Chelsea player? Chelsea, as in the football team you follow?” You wondered, opening Instagram to find this man’s account. You’d forgotten his name, curse your horrible memory. “What’s his name again?”

“Mason Mount,” he recalled, and you were kicking yourself for not remembering his silly James Bond introduction. Finding his account, you’d seen his recent post. It was your polaroid. The one you’d given him the last time you’d seen each other, he was looking for you. Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest, scrolling the comments and seeing everyone compliment you. How did you manage to run into this man and not remember his face? Or his name? The amount of times your family had mentioned how A1 he was on the pitch, how happy they were when Chelsea had won the Champions League.

“That’s not me,” you lied to your brother, knowing there was no way of escaping this now, everyone you knew would be able to tell it was you.

“Don’t bullshit me, Y/N,” he laughed on the other end of the phone, as you were frantically shoving the polaroid's back into your drawer, “I don’t know anyone else who uses a polaroid camera.”

“Should I text him?”

“You’d be an idiot not to.”

After ending the call with your brother, you sat in Mason Mount’s inbox for over an hour, unable to send him a message. Was there a right thing to say? Was ‘hi’ not enough for the man you’d left a mark on? Throwing away all of your conflicting thoughts, you sighed and just sent the word, ‘hey’. It didn’t take long for him to get back to you, so over the moon that he’d found you.

Mason: I can’t believe it worked, I actually found you.

Turns out my brother follows you and saw the picture, small world?

Mason: Chelsea fan, huh?

Guess so.

Your conversation lasted until the early hours of the morning, you promising Mason a proper date when you were both free. He had training the next day, but how could he sleep when he now knew you. He now had your Instagram, so he could talk to you, instead of staring at the polaroid in his wallet a million times a day.

[wildsayeed]

“jealous” pt. 1

universe: platinum, choices.

pairing: MC (samantha “sam” dorian) x m!raleigh carrera

trigger warnings: intentional lowercase, innuendo (c’mon, it’s raleigh heheh), mhm not exactly smut but there’s kissing, fluff!! and probably tons of mistakes (bear with me, english is my second language djskdkf)

words: almost 2k

type: multiple parts fic

tag list (and people who might be interested, sorry if you’re not!!): @sayeedbound @iddevouryou @blackandblueandstars @justahumblepie

^please let me know if you’d like to be tagged in the next part!

also,, feel free to tag any raleigh stans you know that might be interested (⌒▽⌒)

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fancy dresses, nice drinks and everything “rich” was the sight for everyone to see at this year’s celebration of the vinyls.

samantha and raleigh’s relationship was official. there wasn’t any type of conflict between jaylen and sam either... which meant that this year the awards should go smoothly.

sam couldn’t believe what she was seeing when fiona held the invitation before her eyes a few days back. she thought she was never coming back, so being invited the year right after her incident on-stage with jaylen was a bit of a shock.

“still nervous?” raleigh asked, taking sam’s hand to his lips depositing a kiss, making her blush.

“not at all. with you by my side, the only thing i could be possibly nervous about is you.” she confessed, pecking him on the cheek, his stubble slightly tickling her.

the couple were walking hand in hand around one of the less crowded areas of the enormous theatre where the vinyls were being hosted this year.

raleigh took her by the waist, and turned her around to face him. “you’re such a dork, dorian.” he whispered, his face very close to hers. even with samantha’s high heels, raleigh still had to lower his head a little to kiss her. he was about to get excited when an overly-annoying voice was heard approaching them.

“get a room, you two!” avery interrupted them with a high pitched faked voice, showing up behind them followed by fiona.

“more like save it for the cameras. the fans go crazy every time the papzz catch you exchanging germs.” fiona added, shortly lowering her voice and muttering something about horny kids.

samantha’s cheeks were burning up, while raleigh seemed to be unable to stop smiling. he took her face in his hands and kissed her deeply, gaining some very visible eye rolls from their friends.

“carrera, are you done now?” fiona bickered, crossing her arms but immediately raising her hand when raleigh’s smile only widened with her question. “don’t even try. in case you haven’t noticed yet, we didn’t come here to see you getting handsy with our girl over here. the show’s about to start, both of you need to get to your seats now. you too, avery.”

no further comment or question was said. the orders raleigh carrera followed were almost nonexistent, but fiona’s were definitely in that list. they all made their way towards the stage and looked for their seats.

samantha’s hands covered her mouth in surprise. “no way!”

“baby, what’s wrong?” raleigh asked as soon as he heard her, but a deep male voice was heard before she could answer.

“hey, guys!” harry styles approached them, followed by four handsome, tall, british men.

“avery! it’s very nice meeting you again.” liam payne greeted his blonde friend, engulfing her in a big hug. he turned to raleigh. “carrera, bro’, how’s it going?”

samantha stood there, unable to move as her five crushes from a few years back were right in front of her, greeting her boyfriend and best friend.

“this is samantha, my girlfriend.” raleigh introduced her, placing his arm around her waist proudly. he loved putting his hands around her, and it wasn’t like she seemed to mind either.

since liam and harry were standing closest to them, and avery was talking to the rest of the -now separated- band, the aforementioned hugged sam and the others gave her waves and smiles.

“of course! sam dorian, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you. love who i’ll be is awesome.” harry pointed out. sam could actually feel her legs weakening now.

harry styles listened to her song! and her favorite artists since she was a teen were now in front of her, talking to her.

“go easy on her, she might pass out. little sammy over here confessed when we were rehearsing she‘s a huge fan.” avery chimed in, the rest of the guys now occupying their seats on the row below sam, raleigh and avery’s.

in that exact moment samantha thought, probably for the first time in her whole life, about killing avery. it wasn’t humanly possible to blush harder.

“really? thanks so much for the support!” liam said.

raleigh was staring at his girlfriend the whole time. sam didn’t even notice when he’d let go of her waist and crossed his arms over his chest, but what she did notice was his arched eyebrow when she started talking.

“yeah!” she cleared her throat after talking maybe a little too excited. “y-yes, of course.”

“here.” avery took out her phone. “let’s take a selfie!”

samantha couldn’t be happier. she actually thought for a second she might be dreaming. a selfie with avery wilshere, harry styles, liam payne and raleigh carrera?

her boyfriend, raleigh carrera?

who, by the way, had wandered off a little and was now looking anywhere but where avery, sam and the guys were, his face pinched. his thoughts were interrupted by avery’s sweet voice.

“aren’t you joining us, raleigh?” avery touched sam’s arm, pouting towards her boyfriend who was looking at his feet with the same frown that formed in this face when the old one direction approached them.

he looked up at them as if he hadn’t talked to them earlier on. “mhm? ah, no. i’d rather do… literally anything else.”

this behavior was very uncharacteristic of raleigh when he was around his girlfriend. their careers didn’t allow them to be together as much as they’d like, so whenever they had the chance to do so they wouldn’t leave each other’s side.

after the picture was taken, everyone got to their seats as the awards were about to start. the ex boy band was about to hop on stage to sing together for the first time since their split in 2015.

as soon as they got up there the whole theatre went crazy, and sam and avery weren’t the exception. they both stood up, dancing and singing to the lyrics of what makes you beautiful. with the euphoria of the moment, sam wasn’t exactly paying much attention to the annoyance on raleigh’s face as she danced and screamed.

once the song came to an end and everyone went back to their seats, sam was a complete smiley-giggly mess. and that’s when she noticed raleigh’s left hand clenched into a fist on the arm rest in between them. samantha snaked her arm under his and took his hand in hers, his expression and body relaxing as his eyes found hers.

debating whether or not it was a good idea to question his obvious jealous behavior, she decided to let it slide for the moment and talk privately after the awards. “i love you.” she whispered to him, placing a sweet kiss on his cheek.

“i love you too.” he replied with his characteristic smirk.

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next part coming soon!