lizzypotter14

[lizzypotter14]

I feel myself all teary eyed. So beautiful

Goodbye Christmas

Summary: While everyone else is celebrating the holidays, you can't help but wonder if things could've ended differently if you had just taken a chance.

Warnings: SO MUCH ANGST, unrequited love, SUPER heartbroken reader

WC: 2.2K

A/N: 🎶On the fifth day of Ficmas my writer gave to me, unrequited love with Kai🎶 I actually love Kai and Sophia fuCK WHEN IS IT MY TURN

Link to the Song: Goodbye Christmas

"I'm falling, I'm falling down

Everyone's happy now, but I'm alone tonight

Don't let me, don't let me drown

It's too late to say I love you, babe, gooodbye."

~~~

"I'm so happy for you!" Lea squealed as she hung lights on the wall. "You and my brother were basically meant to be together!"

Sophia smiled brightly at her. "I'm so happy with him. Like I really can't believe how lucky I am to have him!"

"The two of you deserve each other," Lea replied. "You bring out the best in one another in a way I've only seen in true love."

"Oh stop," Sophia blushed. "Honestly, it's all thanks to Y/N here anyway. I owe you so much for bringing me to Kai. None of this would even be possible without you."

Now it was your turn to blush as you placed the mistletoe over the door. "I didn't even do anything dude. You guys hit it off all on your own."

"But it was you who introduced the two of us all those years ago!" Sophia protested. "Why do you think I asked you to be my maid of honor? Because you're the best friend ever who brought me so much love in so many different ways. And I love you!"

"I love you too, Soph," you said, tears forming in your eyes.

"GROUP HUG!" Lea shouted gleefully. She forcefully threw herself onto the two of you, squeezing you together.

"Oh God," you said as she squished you together, the three of you giggling together.

Sophia had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. You'd moved to Germany at a very young age into the house right next to hers. Your parents wanted to get to know some of the neighbors, bringing food to show a gesture of goodwill. You shyly complimented Sophia's hair, and she immediately declared you to be her best friend for life. And from that day forward, the two of you became inseparable.

You'd met Kai playing football. He just happened to be playing on the same field as you one day and was thoroughly impressed with your passion despite not wanting to go pro. Eventually, just playing on the field turned into hanging out all the time, leading you to become incredibly close. It was you who convinced him to join Leverkusen and showed him that playing seriously on a professional level was an option. And it was you who he often thanked in interviews for getting him to the level that he was playing at.

While Sophia was your girl best friend, Kai was on a different level. He understood you in ways that no one else could and despite his busy schedule, he was always there whenever you needed him to be. He often brought you food when you were studying, he held you when you cried, and he was always there to listen. He was kind, caring, ambitious, and he was one of the only people who you felt truly being comfortable around. He was everything you could've wanted and more.

You couldn't help but develop feelings for him as you grew into your teenage years. And as more time passed, the stronger your feelings became. You found yourself holding back the urge to hold his hand, to kiss him senseless, to be held in his arms even when you weren't crying. You sensed that maybe he felt it too when sometimes you found him looking at you when you weren't doing anything special, when his hugs lingered longer than usual, when he started bringing your favorite snacks everywhere you went. But you were too afraid to say something. And your friendship was too important for you to ruin. So you just kept quiet, keeping your feelings to yourself.

One day, you'd invited Sophia to watch one of Kai's football games. It was surprising they hadn't met each other considering how often you hung out with both of them separately. So you took matters into your own hands. You were so excited to finally introduce your two best friends to each other, knowing they'd get on well. 

You didn't anticipate how well they'd get on, clicking almost instantly. From the moment they locked eyes on one another, you knew something sparked between them whether they knew it themselves or not. They'd starting spending a lot of time together, more than you did with either of them. While they never neglected hanging out with you, you certainly noted that they talked about each other to you quite a lot. Maybe this was the time for you to be honest with the both of them.

But you were still too afraid. Every time you tried to confess, you found a way to change the subject and move on. You didn't wanna ruin anything. So you just kept the feelings to yourself.

You'd never forget the day when Sophia confessed her feelings for Kai.

"Hey Y/N, can I be honest about something?" she asked as you went out for coffee one day.

"Yeah, of course!" you said. "What's up?"

"So you know how Kai and I have been hanging out?" You nodded. "I think I like him, like a lot," she gushed. "We have so much in common! And he's charming, he's funny, and he's just so amazing!"

You could feel your hopes shatter into pieces.

"Oh really?" you asked weakly.

"I know it's kinda stupid of me to ask you, but do you think I have a chance?" she asked. "Do you think he likes me too?"

Your heart felt heavy. Your best friend liked him. Really liked him. And you knew that being honest with her about how you felt would cause a rift. Sophia meant the world to you, and you didn't want to put her in a position where she couldn't be happy with someone for the sake of your friendship. So you kept your feelings to yourself.

"Yeah, I think you do," you replied softly. "And I think you're gonna be great for each other."

The double whammy hit you a few weeks later when Kai also confessed how he felt about Sophia.

"Soooo, I wanna be honest with you about something," he said as he watched you juggle the ball.

"What, that your last game was shit?" you joked.

"Fuck you," he said. "But no, something more like serious I guess."

You kicked the ball up, catching it in your hands. "Alright. What's bothering you?"

He scratched the back of his head. "I don't want this to be weird because I know she's your best friend, but I've been hanging out with Sophia a lot." Your heart dropped for the second time in the span of a few weeks. "And I like her a lot. And if I'm being completely honest with you, I can see myself going really far with her. Like I could really fall in love with her if I let myself."

"That's great," you forced out. "I'm glad you have someone you feel that way about."

"I've been thinking about it a lot, and I think I'm gonna ask her out. But I know she's your friend and I wanted to know how you felt about it," he said.

"Kai-" You stopped yourself. This was your chance. This was it.

"I think you should go for it. You've got a pretty good chance with her," is all you said instead.

And a few weeks later, Kai took his shot.

When they announced their engagement to you, it didn't come as a surprise. After all, Sophia moved with him when he left for London. From the moment they were together, they were always in it for the long haul. You were excited for them of course, but you couldn't show either of them how much pain you were in at the thought of their marriage. Even when Sophia asked you to be her maid of honor, you couldn't tell her. You didn't tell anyone about your true feelings for Kai. You couldn't. You'd ruin the atmosphere and potentially even your friendship with everyone. You couldn't risk it.

So here you were, visiting her and Kai for a Christmas get together with some other friends and family. You and Lea had graciously "volunteered" to help Sophia set everything up. And by volunteered, it really meant Sophia didn't give you a choice. But her giddy attitude was too infectious, so you couldn't help but give into her.

The party, of course, went off without a hitch. It had to be with Sophia in charge. And you thoroughly enjoyed yourself a lot more than you'd initially thought. It was a lot of fun to meet some of Kai's teammates, both old and new. It helped get your mind off your broken heart.

At some point during the night as everyone prepped for midnight, you found yourself sat on one of the windowsills hugging your knees to your chest, staring at the snow gently falling to the ground. You leaned your head against the cold glass feeling the chill run through your body. You sighed wishing you could turn back the clock and took the chance to be honest with your friends.

"What are you doing here all alone?" you heard Kai ask from behind you.

"Just thinking," you said, not bothering to turn around.

"Anything you wanna talk about?"

'I'm in love with you, Kai. I have been since we were kids and it hurts so much watching you marry my best friend,' you thought to yourself.

"Not anything in particular," you'd responded instead. "Just enjoying the snowfall."

"Can I join you?" Kai asked. You nodded, hugging your knees closer to you.

A comfortable silence fell. Words never needed to be exchanged to feel safe with him.

"You know, I wanted to thank you," Kai started. "For bringing Sophia and I together. I know I talk all the time about how she's the best thing that's ever happened to me, but it's really all thanks to you that we're even here to begin with."

"Sophia said that to me earlier too," you said smiling softly, turning your head slightly to look at him. "There's no need to thank me really."

"It's funny," he said. "When I was younger, I always pictured myself with you actually."

Your heart stopped for a moment. "What?"

"Yeah," he chuckled. "I could've sworn I was in love with you for all of my teenage years, especially while I was at Leverkusen."

"Really?" you said weakly.

"It sounds crazy, I know, because you didn't feel the same way and I was too afraid to say something."

You couldn't have been more heartbroken. Kai had felt the same way. But you were too afraid to say something and kept the feelings to yourself. And now it was too late.

"I thought I knew what real love was, but then you brought me to Sophia," he said. "That's when I understood what it was really like. I just had a really strong crush on you, I guess."

"Oh," is all you said. You didn't know what to say.

"Yeah, I know it's a little strange to bring it up now, but I figured in the Christmas spirit with the new year approaching it was the best time," Kai replied, "since this is my last Christmas before marriage and all."

"Thank you for being honest with me," you said quietly. "I really appreciate it."

"This doesn't make anything weird or anything like that, does it?" he asked.

You forced a smile that you were hoping he couldn't see past. "No, of course not. That was years ago anyway. We're past that now right?"

Kai let out a sigh of relief. "Okay, good. I mean Sophia knows too. She actually was a bit hesitant when I first asked her out because she was convinced you were in love with me. Weird right?"

"Yeah, weird."

Another silence fell as you tried keeping your emotions in check. You couldn't break down in front of him. Not now.

The grandfather clock chimed, signaling that midnight had arrived.  You looked over at Kai, your heart completely shattered.

"IT'S CHRISTMAS! MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!" you could hear Sophia screaming, making the two of you laugh.

"We better go before she starts yelling at us," Kai said, gesturing to get up.

"I'm gonna stay here a little longer, but I'll join you guys in a bit," you responded.

"Are you sure you don't wanna join the festivities?" he asked.

You nodded. "I'll be right there. Don't worry about me."

"I always worry about you, dummy. But I'll leave you to it," he said, patting your head. "Don't be too long though."

He stood up, gently dusting himself off. "Merry Christmas, Y/N. I'm so grateful to have you," he said.

"Merry Christmas, Kai," you said. "I'm grateful to have you too."

You watched longingly as Kai walked over to Sophia. The two of them had nothing but pure love as they looked in each other's eyes. He held out his hand for her to take, gently twirling her around before bringing her into a kiss under the mistletoe you'd placed earlier that day.

"I love you," you whispered, only allowing yourself to hear the words you so desperately wanted to say to him. And you kept the feelings to yourself and let the tears finally fall.

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[lizzypotter14]

So good.

I'm Made For You

Summary: If there's one thing Mason is certain of, its that Y/N was made for him.

Pairing: Mason Mount x Fem!Reader

Requested: Nope

Song Inspo: Honey (Are You Coming?) - Måneskin

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, smut, dom!mason x sub!reader, dirty talk, pet names (baby, princess, good girl...) praise kink, a small daddy kink, elements of dd/lg, degradation kink, reader is called a whore, breeding kink, big on themes of ownership, body appreciation, nipple play, biting, scratching, slapping, anal play, oral (m receiving), throat fucking, unprotected sex, facial, cum play, cum eating, aftercare, not edited

Notes: me posting a mason smut just as @kepamount returns, seems like fate to me 🤭 once again, this man has got me writing filth, seriously, i need to study him to understand why he has me like this. anyway, couldn't think of summary so that's the best you're gonna get. feedback is always appreciated, so please give some, it really means a lot when you do 🫶🏻

"Look at that," Mason groans, watching his cock brush through her folds. Y/N continued to rock her hips, grinding her cunt softly over his cock, whimpering each time his tip pushed against her clit. "Fuckin’ pretty, baby," he grabs her hips, moulding his hands to their shape, "just sitting there between those pretty lips."

"Feels so good," she whimpers, rubbing the tip of his hard cock against her clit. The pleasure tingled through her body, a moan shuddering from her lips as her whole body shivered.

"You like that, princess?" He caresses her thigh, the tattoo, the head of a stag, its antlers intertwined with her birth flowers, gaining his attention. The ink on her body made her the world's rarest piece of art, and only Mason had the pleasure of viewing it. "Does it make you feel good?"

She nods. "Yes, daddy."

"And what do we say when daddy makes his little girl feel good?"

She grins, biting her lip. "Thank you, daddy."

She dips to kiss across his chest, going from one side to the next, each one soft, purposely teasing him. He waits, his body burning from the anticipation of her next move. A soft whimper rolls off his tongue when she flicks her tongue across his nipple, gnawing at his bottom lip to cage his reaction. When she lifts her hips, he takes a deep breath, just to release a sigh of frustration when he doesn't feel the familiar warmth of her sinking onto him.

"Fuck," he grits his teeth, hissing as she bites down on his nipple, "no more teasing - need to be inside you."

"Beg for it."

A low chuckle ripples through his chest. "I don't beg for anything, princess."

She squeaks, his hand tearing away from her hip to grab her by her chin, dragging her mouth down. He takes control of her in a messy clash of tongues and teeth. Spit drools down her chin when he pushes her away, his cock pulsating against her cunt as he takes in the messy display. Lips swollen. Expression ablaze with pleasure. Nipples perfect and pebbled, waiting for him to tug, twist, and sink his teeth into. And all his.

"Gonna give me what I want?" He asks, running his thumb over her bottom lip, taking her mouth as she parts her lips on a moan. "Or do I need to take it?" He presses the calloused pad flat against her tongue, pushing his thumb back until he starts to feel some resistance. The intrusion makes her gag, but he keeps going, keeps pushing until her nails her digging into his chest, telling him to stop. "That all you can take?" He mocks her with a pout. "Maybe daddy's little girl needs a bit more training?"

She shakes her head. "I'll be a good girl."

"Go on then," he encourages, tipping his head back on a groan, Y/N notching the head of his cock, swollen red with a buildup of pre-cum, against her entrance. He grips her hips tighter, taking a deep breath, filling his lungs with the air she steals as she sinks onto him. "That's it," he grunts, watching the first few inches disappear, "just taking it all like a good girl. Fuck-! That's so fucking hot!"

"Feels so good," Y/N whimpers, lifting her hips and sinking slowly back down, feeling her body stretch as she takes another inch. She keeps going, lifting her hips and sinking back down, taking him inch by inch, until she bottoms out. The feeling of fullness has her looking down at the point where their bodies were joined together. "I was made for you," she says, goosebumps rising on her skin as she feels him throbbing inside her, "made to take you, made to please you. I'm no one else's. Only yours."

"Only yours," Mason repeats, soaking in the warmth and the wetness of her cunt.

She dips, hands caressing his chest, her mouth slotting against his, moaning into his mouth as she rocks her hips back and forth, fucking herself the full length of his shaft. He bites her bottom lip, both of them sharing a grin as the metallic taste of blood burns on their tongues. He pulls away first, aligning his first and middle fingers with her mouth.

"Suck 'em," he orders, panting, his chest rising and falling on a deep breath as she takes the full length of his fingers into her mouth, "get 'em nice and wet for me."

She bobs her head, swirling her tongue around the digits, moaning at the traces of herself she can taste on his fingers.

"That's it," he groans, prying his fingers from her mouth, a string of spit still connecting the two. She quickly wipes it away.

His hand touches her ass, grazing softly over the soft globe of skin, and between her crack. The tip of his finger rubs around the puckered rim, inviting and teasing him to touch. Y/N draws in a sharp breath as he pushes against the tight muscle, whimpering as she grabs his shoulder and rocks back onto him.

"Doing such a good job f'me," he coos, sinking his finger inside. His tongue rests against his bottom lip as he parts his mouth, watching in awe as her face twists with pleasure. "Nice deep breaths," he encourages, withdrawing his finger and pushing deeper in, "that's it."

"So good," Y/N moans, tipping her head back, "and so deep, and so-" She yelps, his teeth pinched around her nipple, tugging at the sensitive bud.

Her hand leaves his shoulder and fists her fingers deep into his hair, caging his head against her chest, pressing her breast to his mouth. "Yes-! Just like that!" She grinds her hips, squeezing her eyes shut as a new wave of arousal gushes onto his cock. "Don't stop, please, don't stop!"

He flicks his tongue back and forth over her nipple, working in tandem with the finger pumping in and out of her ass. A groan sounds as she tugs on his hair, the sharp temporary pain trailing down to his cock.

"Close, baby?" He pulls off her nipple with a loud pop. "Gonna come for me?" He withdraws his finger, ignoring how she whines at the emptiness and caresses his hands over her hips; soft, beautiful skin moulding under his calloused hands. "Lean back for me," he instructs, "I want to watch my pretty girl's face as she comes."

Beads of sweat stick to her skin, slowly trickling down to the base of her neck, from where her hand travels down to her breast. Her fingers pinch and tug on her nipples, the corners of her mouth twisting upwards as the little act has her cunt clenching. He watches her do the same with the other, watching her lips part on a silent moan. The slit between the seam was small, but he knew there would be just enough space for him to slip his tongue into her mouth, to taste every bit of her.

Mason grunts, his cock twitching as she tightens around him. He knew her body, knew when she was about or close to coming. "That's it," he mumbles, hardening his grip, "chase it, baby!"

"Need it so badly," she sobs, pressing her hand back into Mason's thigh. He hisses, her nails stabbing into his skin. "So good!" Her head tips back on another sob, tits bouncing, and hips grinding faster as she feels her orgasm buildup in the pit of her stomach. "There-!" She squeals, grabbing his other thigh with her other hand. "Fuck-! I'm gonna come!"

"Yeah?" He gives her tit a soft slap, enjoying the way it bounces back to him. He does it again, and then again, each slap a little bit harder than the last. Every slap makes her whine and every slap pushes her closer to the edge. "Gonna come all over daddy's cock?"

She bites her lip and nods her head. "Daddy's cock feels so good!"

"You're dripping all over me," he groans, the base of his shaft glistening every time it withdraws from between the walls of her cunt, "so fucking wet and warm! Just perfect for me to breed." Her eyes light up and a chuckle rolls off his tongue. "You'd like, wouldn't you?" He gives her tit another slap, the sound echoing through the room. "Answer me!"

"Yes!" She's panting now, forcing the words out of her mouth as she forces the air back into her lungs.

"You need it, don't you, princess?" He thrusts up, the tip brushing repeatedly against the spot that has her thighs clamping and her walls clenching. "To be treated like a whore, to have your pussy bred, and to be reminded of who owns you?"

"I-"

"Shush," he interrupts her, "I already know the answer is yes."

He sits up, wrapping his arm around her waist, pressing her firmly against his chest. Dipping his head, he licks the sweat off her neck, moaning as the salty taste bursts on his tongue. Every inch of her tasted like heaven. His mouth trails up the column of her neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses and sucking on her skin, all to tease out broken cries and ragged breaths.

She moans, feeling his hand come between their bodies to squeeze her sore breast. His thumb rolled over her nipple and caressed the underside, groaning at her softness.

"Please," she begs, the ache in her stomach becoming unbearable to last any longer.

"Come for me."

He wrapped her legs around his waist, binding the two together until there was no space or room left between them. Not even the air could fight its way between them.

"Do it," he encourages, his nose pressing into her cheek, the scent of sex, honey and vanilla on her skin. He rocks up into her, hands splayed across her back to keep her from squirming off his lap. "That's it, there you go," he coos, bucking his hips harder, his balls knocking against her bum, "my little girl's taking daddy's cock so well for me." She whimpers at the words leaving his mouth. "C'mon, cutie, just let out," he squished his hand between their bodies, rubbing her clit in hard circles, "gush all over this cock."

It's the last thing she needs to hurtle over the ledge.

The world around her had disappeared, it was just her and the body she was desperately clinging to as pleasure rocketed through her. She dug her nails into his back, scratching down, not hearing Mason hissing in her ear as she pierced the skin. She did feel the way his body throbbed for her, the momentary pain shooting straight to his cock. He could've blown right there and then, but he wasn't done with her yet.

She goes limp, lazily kissing the crook of his neck, nuzzling her face against him. "Wanna suck my cum off your cock, daddy," she whimpers, grinding her hips in slow circles, relishing the last of her high.

He gives her ass a soft slap as she climbs off, crawling to lie down. "Look at you," he grins. admiring her for her eagerness, "don't even need to tell you what to do anymore."

She matches his grin, listening to his feet pad heavily against the bedroom carpet as she waits with her head hanging over the edge. A second later, he comes into line with her vision, his eyes fixed on her, and his cock bobbing next to her head.

Bending down to kiss her, Mason pulls hard on her hair, stuffing his tongue inside her mouth as she gasps. There's nothing sweet or caring about it - just another way of claiming her.

Pulling away, he turns his attention to his cock, wrapping his hand around the base and stroking it a couple of times. A groan rattles around in the back of his throat as he squeezes his fingers tightly around the head with every upstroke, and he has to froce himself into slowing down.

"Open up," he murmurs, tapping the tip against her cheek. She does as she's told and he slides the smooth length of his cock between her lips. "Fuck, baby!" His eyes flutter shut, head tipping back on a silent groan. The angle wasn't new to either of them, but it still amazed him how far he could push back. "Just-Just take it, baby," he grunts, setting a steady rhythm, "take all of it."

She moans around him, eyes straining to look up at him, finding his jaw fixed with tension as he concentrated on fucking her mouth.

"Play with your tits," he mumbles, reaching over to slap her left breast, "give me something to look at." She replaces his hand, tweaking and pulling on her nipples, or pushing them together. "So fucking pretty," he praises, switching to slow thrusts, watching himself bulge inside her throat, "it's like you were born to suck cock."

She hums around him, squeezing her thighs together, feeling her wetness running down them.

"Who does this throat belong to?" He asks, his hand framing the side of her face, holding her mouth in place.

"You, daddy," she mumbles around him.

"And these tits?"

"You, daddy."

"And this pussy - open your legs - whose pussy does this belong to, Y/N?"

"It's yours," she mumbles once again, gagging on his length as he pushes further, "it's all yours."

"That's right," he speaks in a low voice, so low that Y/N almost misses it.

She whimpers as he withdraws from her body, leaving a faint taste of herself behind on her tongue. "Mase-"

"Stay like that, princess." He uses her spit as a lubricant, quickly jerking his hand up and down his cock, it throbbing in his hand as he feels his balls tighten. "Daddy wants to come all over that pretty face."

"Please," she begs, trailing her hand down her belly to play with clit, "please, come all over my face!"

The corners of his lips curve into a half-smile, his nose scrunching as he finally does. "There-!" He jerks his wrist faster, shooting drops of cum onto her mouth and chin. "Take it," he grunts, his thighs and bum both clenching, his hips rutting into his hand, "it's all for you!"

His movements slow down, fingers squeezing around the tip, as the last drops spill out onto his hand.

"Let me look at you," he says a second later, beckoning her up onto her knees.

Her eyes were beginning to look tired, her lips swollen, and the skin around her neck blotchy with hickeys. Parts of himself were there running into her mouth and dripping off her chin.

"My best yet," he mumbles, moulding his hands around her face, dropping to kiss her mouth. He moans, tasting himself on her lips and herself on her tongue. "Wait here," he pulls away, "I'll go get a cloth."

She flops back onto the bed, the ghost of a smile creeping its way onto her lips. She can hear the light switch in the bathroom being flicked on and the sound of the tap running before both are quickly turned off. The bed dips as Mason returns, running the warm cloth up and over her legs, and gently between her thighs.

"You did so good for me tonight," he whispers, dipping to kiss her belly. She shivers, trailing her fingers through the back of his hair. He keeps kissing up her body, cheekily flicking his tongue over her nipple, before stopping at her neck. "It wasn't too much, was it?" He asks, wiping the cloth against her cheek. "I didn't hurt you, or anything?"

She rolls onto her side, half straddling his thigh as he tosses the cloth and lies down. "No, Mason, you didn't hurt me," she shakes her head, caressing her hand over his chest. Her hand comes down to his Champion's League tattoo, tracing the bend of the dragon. "I think you love me too much to hurt me."

"I do," he agrees, circling his arm around her waist, "I love you so much, Y/N. Never forget that."

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[lizzypotter14]

Left speechless in the best way possible. Soooo goood

A "White" Christmas

Summary: With her parents visiting to celebrate the holidays early, Y/N finds herself cock blocked in her own home.

Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader

Requested: Nope

Song Inspo: Wit It This Christmas - Ariana Grande

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, smut, pre-established relationship, fluff, boyfriend!christian, uses of she/her pronouns, soft dom!christian x sub!reader, dirty talk, pet names (pretty, baby, good girl...), praise kink, mutual masturbation, a little bit of cum play, not edited

Notes: to the girls in the gc, i am not back, just thought i would surprise you 🤭 to everyone else, hello, hi, here's my first festive-ish fic. i'll be honest, there isn't much festive about this, other than like two lines and the pun in the title but it's something...a little clunky and the ending is rushed but whatever. anyway feedback is always appreciated

“Please, Christian!”

A laugh trickled up Christian's throat, passing his lips on a single breath, as Y/N continued to stagger open-mouthed kisses up the column of his neck and across the stubble that painted his jaw. His hands go to her hips, holding her still when she tries to grind against him, desperate to seek out some friction to soothe the ache that had been building between her thighs all night. Rolled up sleeves, flexed forearms, and lingering touches that burned away the cold, winter chill were a tasty recipe that was only leading to disappointment.

“I need you,” she whines into his ear, dragging her hand down his toned chest. His body grows taut, her hand dusting over his shorts, earning a faint groan as she squeezes him through the black material. “You want me too, baby,” she dips her head back into the curve of his neck, “unless you've got something else stuffed down your shorts.”

“Your parents-”

“I can be quiet.”

“Ha!” His laughter gets lost inside her mouth, her lips crashing against his, her teeth nipping at his bottom lip when he doesn't allow her tongue to meet his. “The only way I can keep you quiet is if I stuff your mouth,” he says, her ears hearing only the truth.

“So treat my mouth like a stocking and stuff it,” she purrs, the corners of her mouth turning upwards into a wickedly delightful grin.

Her hand slides inside his shorts, stroking him from root to tip as she takes his cock with a tight grip. Soft grunts leave his mouth, her hand coming up to wrap around the head, squeezing it with enough pressure to make him dizzy.

He tips his head back, softly thudding against the headboard. “You're gonna be the death of me, one day.”

“So…is that a yes?” She asks, batting her eyelashes.

“Not exactly,” he watches the disappointment roll over her features, “but, I have an idea, if you're willing to try.”

“Go on…”

“You want to come, yes?” She goes quiet, answering with a nod. “So, touch yourself-”

“It's not the same,” she cuts him off, bringing her mouth against his neck, teasing out a moan as she licks down to his collarbone. She bites, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, her thighs clamping as he squeezes her hips tighter. “I want you to touch me,” she whines, nuzzling her face against his stubble, enjoying the feel of it rasping against her skin, “I want you to make me come.”

“I'll still be here,” he flips their position, hopping off the bed before she can respond, “and I'll be doing the exact same thing.” He peels his shirt off over his head, throwing it in her direction; she bats it away like a cat’s paw to a fly. “Show me what you do to yourself when I'm away,” he coaxes, “and I'll show you what I do.”

She sits up, her fingers taking control as she reaches for the end of her T-Shirt. “I don't see how this is any different to us just having sex,” she mumbles, tossing it to the end of the bed.

“Leave the bra on,” Christian utters, parting his lips on a groan. His hand is pushed down the front of his shorts, giving himself a slow stroke as he admires the dark red lace.

She looks down at her recent purchase, thinking the colour was fitting for the holiday season. “So you like it?”

“It's gonna be something new to think about when I'm away,” he confesses, pulling his shorts off, kicking them away as they reach the ground. His cock had sprung up, the tip swollen and red, aching to be emptied. He works his pre-cum over the head, a moan getting lost in the back of his throat as he does his best to stay quiet. “Our bed is against the same wall as your parents’, baby,” he painfully reminds her, “and I haven't recovered from the last time we tried to have sex under the same roof as your parents. Or, do you not remember your mom interrupting us?”

Heat trickles up her neck. “I remember, but this is our house. We can have sex in our own home.”

“Not tonight,” he shakes his head, “not this week.” She huffs a breath, back slumping against the headboard. She couldn't believe she was being cock blocked by her own parents in her own home, with a boyfriend who was going along with it. “Now, spread your legs,” he orders, climbing to kneel at her feet, “and pull your panties to the side. I want to see you.”

She sits up, parting her legs without any hesitation, biting her lip to suppress a whimper as she exposes herself to the cold air. It's pretty and perfect, glistening with arousal.

“Wider,” he mumbles, slowing his strokes, “spread your pussy open for me.” He knows he can't be loud, but a groan rips through him as she uses two fingers to spread her lips. “Look at it,” he squeezes his hand tight around the tip, “it's just begging for me to fuck it.”

“Please,” she whimpers, brushing her fingers over her clit, dancing around the sensitive nub. Her free hand roams her chest, drawing his gaze to the way she pinched her nipples through the lace. She whimpers again, tugging harshly on her nipple. “Please, Christian,” she tips her head back, exposing the soft column of her neck, “please, just fuck me!”

“Quiet, baby,” he leans over her body, skirting his mouth up her neck, nipping at her pulse point and flicking his tongue against her ear, “we don't need your daddy hearing his little girl begging to be fucked through the wall.”

“And what about this daddy?” She grins, nudging him back to look at him. His eyes go wide, but his cock throbs in his hand. “What does this daddy need his little girl to do?”

He sits back on his heels, fucking his fist faster, wishing he could suck on the puckered bud pressing through her bra. “What do you think about when I'm away?” He nods to her hand, her fingers rubbing her clit in hard circles. “Do you think about me? Do you think about my fingers inside you instead of your own?”

She pushes two fingers inside her cunt, him watching as they come out coated in her wetness. He licks his lip thinking about how they would taste if she shoved them into his mouth. Those thoughts disappear as she pushes them back in, deeper this time, her back arching away from the bed. Her other hand slides over her belly and down to her clit.

“I think about you,” she's panting for air now, her pleasure building as she curls her fingers, brushing the sweet spot against her front wall, “us, on your birthday, out on the balcony.”

A laugh bubbles in his throat, his cheeks blushing the sweetest shade of pink as the memory comes flooding back to him. Her on his lap, his cock, thick and hard through his pants, rubbing up against her aching cunt. “That was a good night,” he agrees, pumping his cock, squeezing his head on every upstroke. He was close, but he knew she was too. “Never did finish, did we?”

She can't answer, the words trapped inside, so she just shakes her head instead.

“I think…” Her eyes roll, bottom lip catching between her teeth to keep herself quiet. She pumps her fingers and rubs her clit faster. “...I'm close.”

“Yeah?” He matches her speed, forearms flexing, his tattoos visible from the corner of her eyes. His lips part on a silent groan. “Good, because I don't think I'll last much longer.” Her name shudders out his mouth. “Fuck-!” He shifts until he’s straddling one of her thighs, his cock pointing proudly towards her as he jerks his hand in her direction. “Can I come on your pussy?”

She whimpers, feeling empty as she withdraws her fingers. “Do it,” she nods, rubbing her clit, the last little push she needs to hurtle herself off the edge.

She comes with his name on her lips, her hand clamped over her mouth to catch the majority of her screams, and Christian comes to the sound of it. His eyes squeeze shut, muttering, “take it, take it all,” under his breath as he coats her pussy in his cum. The release knocks off his balance and he grabs the top of the headboard to stop himself from collapsing on top of Y/N.

He tries to catch his breath, his forehead briefly pressing against hers, his body half slumped over. “When do your parents leave?” He asks, brushing his thumb lightly over her swollen clit. She shudders, biting her bottom lip to cage the whine that was strangled in the back of her throat. “End of the week, right?” She nods her head. “Good,” he murmurs, wiping his fingers through his cum, painting his arousal around her cunt, “because I'm tired of being cock blocked in my own home.”

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Garden Of Eden (Part One)

Summary: Some things were not meant to be touched and to Quinn Y/N was meant to be untouchable.

Pairing: Quinn Hughes x Fem!Reader // Jack Hughes x Fem!Reader (Platonic)

Requested: Nope

Song Inspo: Mountain Peaks - Stephen Sanchez

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, mild smut in parts of this fic, uses of the she/her pronoun, best friend's older brother!quinn, suggestive language...i guess, soft dom!quinn, pet names (baby, cutie...), grinding/dry humping, nipple play, not edited

Notes: this is just a little opening number, setting the stage for what is or isn't about to come, and yes, this is a very stereotypical trope but i personally love a best friend's older brother trope. anyway, i promise the next part will be longer and have more a flow to it. this is my first time writing for quinn or any nhl player but feedback would be appreciated

“Okay, but would you rather have dicks for fingers or dicks for toes?” The brunette's dishevelled hair tickles Y/N's face, the pair of them sharing the same pillow, squished together in the centre of her bed, as he tucks his head into the crook of her neck. He ignores her question, sneaking a kiss to her warm skin, the left side of his mouth smirking against her when her breath catches. “Q,” she squirms, nudging his side, “come on.”

He chuckles, rolling his head back onto his half of the pillow. “I don't know,” he shrugs, resting his arm under his head, “how big are they?”

“How big?”

“The dicks,” he replies, looking away from the ceiling to look at her, “how big are the dicks?”

She takes a second to mull it over, the corners of her mouth twitching. “Let's say they're average size.” Quinn stays quiet. “Like…five inches,” Y/N elaborates, measuring the size with her hands, “something like this.” She peers at him from the corner of her eyes. “Don't know what five inches looks like?”

“I know-” He cuts himself off with a sigh, eyes closing shut as it passes his lips. “I guess I'll go with dicks for toes - much easier to hide.”

Y/N rolls onto her side, curling her arms around his bicep. He hums at this and reaches out for her t-shirt, scrunching the dark material between his fingers. “Don't wanna caress someone's face with your dick fingers?” She tucks her head, forehead pressed against the curve of his shoulder. “Doesn't that sound romantic?” His body vibrates as he chuckles. “Just flaccid tips on cheeks.”

“That sounds disgusting,” Quinn grimaces, having to disagree with her.

“Takes toe sucking to a whole new level.”

“What?!” He laughs out of shock. “You did not just say that!”

She lifts her head, meeting his gaze, her lips parted with a large, toothy grin. “C'mon, just think about it-”

“I don't want to think about it,” he still laughs, shaking his head. His cheeks were flushed with a light sprinkle of a pink blush, that only darkens as his stomach growls. “What are they doing? Buying the whole store?” He murmurs to himself, reaching for his phone, checking to see how long it had been since his brothers had left. “How much longer do you think they'll be?”

“Why?” She let go of his arm, missing the way his mouth dropped into a frown as she pulled away from him. One leg swings over his hips, her knees resting on either side, sinking into the mattress as she straddles him. “Are you wasting away?” She teases, poking his stomach. “Going to suddenly die on me because Lukey eats like he's eating for two?"

“As a matter of fact, yes.”

Quinn shoots up, his arms wrapping around her waist, his sudden actions making her squeak. He lines his face with hers, tired eyes snapping down to her mouth and then back up at her eyes. They flutter shut, hiding their colour from him, as he tentatively captures a kiss on the corner of her soft mouth.

“I guess I shouldn't complain too much,” he mumbles, moulding his hand to her hip. The other coming to rest on the side of her face, his thumb brushing softly against her warm skin. “Not if it means I get you to myself,” he adds, kissing the opposite corner of her mouth, his lips lingering until he forces himself to break away, “even if it's just for ten minutes."

She circles her arms around his neck, playing with the hairs on the nape of his neck. “I think it's been more than ten minutes,” she whispers, suddenly scared to talk so loud. The right side of his mouth twitches, the rest of his mouth mirroring until his lips are stretched into a thin smile. “Your hands are cold,” she comments, tilting her face into the coldness of his palm.

“Then it's a good thing I've got you to warm them up.”

His mouth misses her lips, kissing her chin and heading south. His lips were soft, kissing down the column of her neck in a way that was torturous for the both of them. She whimpers as his tongue licks over her pulse point, and it takes every bit of strength in him not to leave a mark. “Should feel wrong to do this,” he mumbles, hot breath fanning her ear as he staggers kisses back up her neck, “but it doesn't. Ever.”

Y/N sighs, tipping her head back to expose more of her neck to him. He takes it as an opportunity to touch every inch of her with his lips. “Think I should be thanking Luke for clearing the fridge out,” she says, goosebumps rising on her skin as Quinn's beard scratches against her skin.

“Not like this, I hope.”

“Ew!” She gives his shoulder a soft push, her expression scrunching up with disgust. “Luke's like a little brother!”

He pulls back. “No brotherly love for me then?”

“Clearly not,” she deadpans.

“Wanna know what you are to me?”

Y/N tilts her head to the side, showing him half a frown. “Hopefully not like a little sister.” He smiles at her joke, subtly shaking his head.

“You're the forbidden apple in the Garden of Eden.” He takes a deep breath. “You are the thing I want most but know I can't have.”

“It wasn't an apple.”

He opens his mouth and then closes it again, his brows knitted. “What?”

“You called it an apple,” she replies, elaborating on her previous statement, “but the forbidden fruit Adam and Eve took wasn't an apple.” Full of weird and often at times useless facts, she plucks this one from the deepest part of her mind. “It was just that, a piece of fruit."

"Well, it could've been an apple, an orange or even a strawberry," he states, pressing their foreheads together, "the sentiment still stands." His thumb brushes gently down the bridge of her nose, making her eyes flutter shut. "It's getting harder for me to stop every time we do this," he admits, the tips of noses nudging against each other as he hovers his lips above hers, "and you know I don't want to stop this. I want to do more than just kiss you."

Secret kisses when no one was looking, hands held in secret under blankets during movie nights, stolen moments in empty rooms, and looks that lingered for two seconds too long. That was the extent of Y/N and Quinn's ‘relationship.’

"I want all of you, Y/N.”

"You know all this fruit talk is wasting time, right?" Quinn could feel her bottom lip moving against his mouth as she spoke, drawing his gaze to it. "Time that we could be using to do something else.”

“You started it,” he smiles, closing the gap between them.

"That's a lie," she speaks against his mouth, "Pretty sure you said I was your forbidden apple." The smallest whimper escapes her mouth and is caught by his as he presses his hand firmly against the base of her skull, holding her in place. "It was kinda poetic," Y/N adds, Quinn sighing as she pulls away.

“You saying I should retire and become a poet?”

"You should definitely not do that," she's quick to answer, pecking the corner of his mouth, "I said it was kinda poetic, with a big emphasis on kinda.”

He gasps, holding his hand against his chest. “How can someone so angelic say such cruel words?"

“You're so stupid,” she giggles, joining their mouths together again.

He circles an arm around her waist and presses his body against hers, hoping she might feel the hammering of his heart as it beats against his chest. That's what she did to him. She made his heart beat faster than he thought should be possible. But maybe being in love was about doing the impossible.

"Quinn," Y/N breathes out his name, tipping her head back and tugging on his hair, the dark stands curling around her fingers, as his mouth slips down to her neck. "No marks, remember?" Her best friend was still an important part of this messy equation. "Quinn?”

"I hear you, baby," he replies against her skin, "no marks." One hand leaves the small of her back and teases the hem of her t-shirt. "But think how pretty you would look," she could feel his smirk pressing into her neck, "all marked up as mine.”

“Tempting,” his words shoot straight down to her core, flooding it with arousal, “but Jack-”

He cuts her off with a sigh. "I know," he mumbles, lifting his head, "Jack can't know.”

He touches his thumb to her bottom lip, pressing and dragging the calloused pad over it. The soft whimper that escapes turns the corners of his lips. "That sound." He does it again, his breath ragged as she whimpers for him. "Like heaven itself. And it's all mine, right?" There's a shift in his voice to something darker. It has her clamping her thighs tighter on either side of his hips. His hand slides along your jaw and tips her head. "You're only going to make that sound for me, yes?"

She nods her head. “Yes.”

“Good girl.”

He picks up on the moan she tries to force down but lets the curiosity die. There would be other chances to tease her.

"You know this is my shirt, right?" He changes the subject, seeking a temporary moment of calmness. Flipping their positions, he presses one hand into the mattress beside her, keeping himself hovered above. The material is soft, pinched between his fingers; he runs his thumb over a small but unnoticeable hole. "I let Jack borrow it the last time we were all together," he adds, snapping his eyes up to hers, a smile dragging out on his lips, "but I guess I know why I never got it back.”

“I could give it back to you.” He lifts his eyebrows. “But only if you ask nicely.”

He chuckles, the sound resonating low inside his chest. “Or I could just take it back,” he sits back on his knees, “take it off you.”

She bites her lip, heat trickling down her body. “Go on then,” she encourages, “take it off.”

In a matter of seconds, the t-shirt is removed and tossed across the room. A hard blush spreads across Quinn's cheeks and down his neck, turning every bit of him red, as his eyes land on her naked breasts. They were better than he could have ever imagined. Beautiful and perfect. He tries to speak, to say something about them, but all he can muster up is a grunt strangled in the back of his throat. It was like seeing her in a two-piece swimsuit for the first time all over again, just without the awkward and uncomfortable erection.

“Quinn?”

“Quiet, baby,” he mumbles, raking his eyes down her body, “just wanna look at you for a sec.”

Y/N had expected to feel uncomfortable letting him experience her like this for the first time, but instead, she felt bold and confident. It empowered her the way he would race his eyes up and down her figure, his gaze lingering on her nipples as they hardened. Propping up onto her elbows, she arches her back and sticks her chest out, letting him drink every inch of her in.

"Tell me you see how beautiful you are?" He asks, his voice growing soft.

"I feel beautiful when you look at me like that," she answers, staring back at the warm glow in his eyes.

"Good." She collapses back as he moves above her, his hands reaching for her face, his body dipping to kiss her. He drifts from her lips before she can kiss him back. "I never want you to feel anything but beautiful," he murmurs, coming back for a kiss and then another, only stopping when he needs to take a breath.

"Quinn?" He hums, taking your wrist against his lips. "Aren't you going to touch me?”

"Do you want me to touch you?"

She smiles. “Is the sky blue?”

He kisses her, nipping at her mouth as he pulls away. “Depends on the time of day,” he replies, grinning as she rolls her eyes. He shifts until one leg is resting between her thighs, causing her to gasp as he leans forward, pressing his thigh against the front of her shorts. The sound shoots straight to his cock. “I want a yes this time,” he lines his face up with hers, “do you want me to touch you?”

She runs her fingers delicately over his cheeks, raking her fingers through his hair as they continue to travel. “Yes, Quinn,” she draws his mouth closer to hers, “I want you to touch me.”

Quinn doesn't need to be asked twice, taking her mouth in a heated, messy kiss. He'd kissed her more times than he could count on both hands and yet he still got lost in the kiss like it was the first time. Thrusting his tongue, he owns her mouth, controlling her. He wanted this, and from the way she pulled him in closer, he knew she wanted this too.

She rocks her hips against his thigh, soft whimpers crawling up her throat, captured quickly by his mouth. Fresh arousal dampens her panties as he thrusts against her, the feeling of his hardened length pulsing against her injects her with a primal need. “Touch me,” she breathes out, nipping at his bottom lip. The metallic tang of blood burns on his tongue as he runs his tongue across his bottom lip. “Q, please!"

He tips her head back, taking advantage of the exposed skin, burning a trail of open-mouthed kisses down her neck. More whimpers escape her mouth as his tongue drags over her collarbone, driven mad to taste every bit of her.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” he groans, cupping her breasts in his calloused hands. His cock twitches inside his shorts as he squeezes them into each other, mouthing something her ears don't catch before his mouth dipped low. The warmth of his breath fans over her skin, the wetness of his tongue coating it as he swirled his tongue around her nipple. “Like that, cutie?” He mumbles around her.

She nods, panting her answer as she arches her back, trying to push more into his mouth. He moves his mouth to the other, repeating his actions, sucking her nipple into his mouth. He smiles around the sensitive nub when she moans his name. It was music to his ear, something he'd remember when they inevitably separated at the end of the week.

Her fingers carve through his hair, holding tightly onto him as her hips buck, finding friction against his thigh. She throws her head back into the softness of the pillow, new heat flooding between her thighs, her mouth opening on a silent cry. He had barely done anything and she was already a withering mess.

“I need you,” Quinn breaks away, smoothing his thumb over her swollen bottom lip, “you drive me fucking crazy.”

“Then have me,” Y/N replies, circling her arms around his back.

He surprises her, shaking his head. “Not like this.”

She searches his gaze. “And why not?”

“Because if we do this, I want to be able to take my time with you,” he says, his nose nuzzling into her face as he leaves a chaste kiss against her cheek, “not be forced to rush through it.”

Call it cheesy, but he wanted to create the perfect memory of this moment. He had a primal need to appreciate her, to take his time to run his hands over her every curve, to touch and kiss every inch of her body. To consume and claim her as his.

“Trust me?” The sound of gravel crunching under heavy wheels is heard over his voice, Y/N watching him as he leaves the bed. He picks up her t-shirt and then sits on the edge. “Give me a chance to do this properly,” he leans in and kisses her shoulder, her neck and then her cheek, “without the fear of Jack or Luke catching us.”

"Like a date or something?" Y/N asks, fixing her top. Jack and Luke's muffled voices inject some life into the previously quiet lake house. "Gonna be hard to hide something like that from Jack."

Heavy footsteps quickly approaching Y/N's door has Quinn feeling nervous. "We'll have to tell him eventually," he rushes to speak, sneaking one last kiss. She whines as he pulls away. "I'll think of something," he whispers, looking over his shoulder, the bedroom door opening to reveal Jack.

"You better go downstairs before Luke gets hungry again." Jack enters the room, flopping down onto the foot of his best friend's bed. "I'm not joking," he lifts his head to look at Quinn, "he was already talking about what he's having for lunch on the way back here. What are you doing in here anyway?" He glances at Y/N for an answer.

"We were discussing if we'd rather have dicks for fingers or dicks for toes," she omits half of the truth, bouncing her eyes between the two brothers.

"Toes," Jack answers, with no second thought about it, "easier to hide."

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Perfect fluff. So beautiful!

Beautiful Surprise (Mason Mount x Fem!Reader)

WC: 1.7K

Warnings/Tags: pure fluff!

A/N: united got me so depressed i ended up writing this fic for a few hours for my own comfort 🥺 anyway hope you guys enjoy and i’d love to hear your thoughts thru ask/reply/reblog 💗 this isn't proofread so apologies for any errors! feedbacks are highly appreciated 🤍

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It was a quiet afternoon at home because Lana – your and Mason’s 4 years old daughter – was playing with the next door neighbour’s child, Charlie, at their house. Mason was also at the neighbour's house to keep his eyes on Lana – even though you said it was unnecessary, he insisted to do so because he can be a bit overprotective at times – and knowing Mason, he would spend his time there by chatting with Charlie’s parents. Usually, you would go with him but this time you chose to stay at home because you wanted to rest.

A few hours later, Lana and Mason finally came home. You were in the living room, sitting quietly on the sofa while watching TV. After giving Lana the afternoon bath, Mason came to the living room to join you.

“So, what did you do there?” You opened a chat with your boyfriend.

“Nothing, really. Charlie’s mum was out so it was just me and Charlie’s dad talking while Lana and Charlie were playing in the backyard. He asked me a lot about football he eventually made me feel like I was in an interview.” He laughed.

“Well I’m sure he just wanted to gain more knowledge from the expert!” You responded.

Not long after, Lana joined her parents. She sat on Mason’s lap then began asking him the unexpected questions.

“Daddy, are you and Mummy married?”

The question was so out of the blue, it got both you and Mason startled.

“Umm, we aren’t, sweetie…” Mason nervously replied. Why'd you ask?”

“Charlie told me her parents are married... Will you and Mummy get married one day?”

“Uh…”

Mason immediately looked straight at you, who was sitting right next to them – he wanted to make sure you would be fine with whatever answer he was about to give to Lana. You assured him by smiling and nodding. He smiled back at you, then turned his attention back to Lana.

“Yes, sweetheart, we definitely will.”

He sounded so sure and confident when he said it.

“Yeay!” Lana excitedly shouted.

Lana then continued asking, “Charlie said she was a flower girl at her aunt’s wedding. When you and Mummy get married, can I be the flower girl?”

“Of course you can!” Mason said as he kissed Lana’s head. “You will be the most beautiful flower girl everyone has ever seen.” Lana blushed then gave his beloved Dad a little hug. “I can’t wait until you and Mummy get married!”

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You and Mason have been together for almost six years, but you kind of feared the idea of being married. You were surrounded by a lot of failed marriages including your own parents, and even though you felt like you have always wanted a marriage, you were afraid you couldn’t keep it for the long term. Mason on the other hand has no fear whatsoever, but he has never wanted to rush you into changing your view about marriage. Though you two have had some conversations about the possibility of being married, he has always respected your decision to stay in a committed relationship without officially being married for a while. It wasn’t like you would never want to get married, it was about when you would feel ready instead.

But when it comes to children, you always knew you wanted to be a mother. And Mason also wanted to be a father. So, it was a quick and easy talk when you both decided you were ready to bring a child into the world, therefore a year into the relationship you both started trying and you got pregnant with Lana not long after.

You and Mason genuinely love being parents, though yours and his parents kept asking why you haven’t tied the knot. They thought now that you had Lana, it would be best to think about marriage. But Mason always defended our decision – he told them that we are focused on raising Lana and content with the way things are.

But since Lana asked whether you and Mason would get married or not, you started questioning if you are ready to marry the love of your life. And after spending some time thinking, your mind is finally made up: you are ready. You opened up to Mason about it, and he was so excited – however, you made it clear that you didn’t want to rush into it, and he understood.

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Today was your and Mason's six-year anniversary, but it has been a very busy week at work so you let Mason know a few days prior you wanted to keep this year’s anniversary simple. After another long day at work, you were looking forward to coming home to your boyfriend and your daughter and spending the rest of the day with them – Mason had also promised you an anniversary dinner at home because he knew you would be too exhausted to go out. 

Once you got back home, Mason – who was nicely dressed up – greeted you at the front door. He took your hand and gave it a kiss.

“Happy anniversary, my love. Dinner is ready for you.”

He had prepared a candlelight dinner at the dining room. The area was all decorated and the table was set beautifully.

“Wow!” You were in awe. “My goodness, this is perfect Mase.”

“Well, I got the best little helper,” he pointed at Lana who was already seated at the table.

“But honey, I am so underdressed right now,” you pointed at your outfit, “do you mind if I change first?”

“Don’t worry about your clothes, my love. I think you’re perfectly dressed! You know I just like to be extra.” He assured you while making fun of himself.

You chuckled. “Yeah, you can be so extra sometimes.”

You were ready to be seated but Mason held you back.

“Wait, before we have dinner I have to do something first.”

Mason nervously exhaled then got down on one knee. He really caught you by surprise – you weren’t prepared for what was coming.

“Okay, here we go.” He cleared his throat before starting his speech.

“Y/N, these past six years have been the most unbelievably wonderful years of my life. And it’s all thanks to you, my beautiful, amazing woman. The moment you entered my world, you instantly and naturally became the centre of it. My life has changed for the better because of you, and I don’t even remember my days before you.”

Tears slowly fell down on your face while listening to his heartfelt speech. Your hands were cold and visibly shaken from the shock and excitement.

“I can never thank you enough for bringing the most precious little girl four years ago into our lives, and making my heart and soul feel complete.” He continued. “Y/N, since our first date, I knew you were it for me… I really can’t imagine being with anyone else but you. I love you so much and I love our little family. I know you were scared and worried about the idea of marriage, but I am so proud of you for overcoming your fear. So… I am here to ask you to marry me.”

Lana, who was watching the proposal from her seat at the dining table, immediately got off her chair and giddily handed the ring box to Mason.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” He whispered softly to Lana.

Your heart nearly dropped when Mason opened the box and showed you the ring. You couldn’t believe it was actually your dream ring: a 3-carat oval-cut diamond with pavé rose-gold band. You had casually mentioned it to Mason one time but you thought he wouldn’t remember any details. 

“Mase…” You weakly sobbed.

“Y/F/N,” his voice started shaking, “will you spend the rest of your life with me by being my wife?”

You eagerly nodded your head and screamed out the loudest “yes” repeatedly. Still on his knee, he placed the ring on your ring finger. He then got up on his feet, pulled you in and passionately brushed his soft lips against yours. Your arms were wrapped around his neck while he was holding you tight. As you pulled your lips away, you both tearily whispered “I love you” to one another. Lana then joined her parents to celebrate the joyous occasion with hugging your and Mason’s legs.

“Yeay! Mummy and Daddy are married!” She cheered.

You and Mason immediately burst into laughter.

“We are not married yet, sweetie! But there’s going to be a wedding soon and we will be married then!” You quickly explained to Lana. “Don’t you want to be the flower girl?”

“Yes, Mummy, I do!” She enthusiastically jumped up and down. “I want to be a flower girl!”

Lana then impatiently pulled the back of your shirt over and over, letting you know she was starving. “Come on, Mummy, I need to eat! My tummy is empty!”

You laughed at how dramatic your daughter can be. She gets it from her father, for sure.

“Okay, okay, let’s eat!”

—

After you all finished your dinner, you stayed at the table for a while. You and Mason couldn’t stop yourselves from smiling and you kept admiring your engagement ring.

“This ring is so beautiful…” 

“I helped Daddy pick it out, Mummy!” Lana claimed proudly.

“Yes, you certainly did.” Mason winked at her. He then whispered into your ear, “she actually just helped me pick the colour of the band but you know what, I’ll let her have the credit she wants.”

You couldn’t help yourself but giggle. “Mmhm, I believe you.”

When Lana left the table to wash her hands, you poured your heart out to Mason.

“Mason… This is the best anniversary ever. I know I said I don’t want to rush anything but I really feel like I can’t wait to marry you. And you got me my dream ring! My God, I don’t know what I did to deserve you, baby… I’m the luckiest girl in the universe. I’m so excited for other anniversaries in the future. I love you so much, fiancé.”

“I love you so much more, fiancée… You deserve the best in the world! I will always give you what you want and need.” He said in response. “And trust me, there will be more exciting anniversaries to come.” 

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[lizzypotter14]

So so good. A treat for sure

The Voice Of An Angel

Summary: A brief moment to talk as they catch their breaths.

Pairing: Mason Mount x Fem!Reader

Requested: Nope

Song Inspo: Work Song - Hozier

Warnings: use of she/her pronouns, 18+, minors dni, smut/suggestive language, pre-established relationship, soft dom!mason, sub!reader, husband!mason, talks of previous oral sex, breeding kink but if you blink you'll miss it, unprotected sex, not edited and only a short blurb

Notes: original gif by @bracedes surprise!! posting three days in a row? yeah, i'm surprised too, but here's a little thing that's more happier than yesterday's heartbreak. its short but would people like an extended version of it?? anyways, feedback is always appreciated

“I want to go back,” Y/N confesses, stroking her fingers over Mason's cheek as they both sort out a moment to catch their breath. His beard had been trimmed for their wedding but still scratched her. Turning his head, he brushes a gentle kiss to the inside of her wrist, liking the way she smiles as his lips come into contact with her soft skin. “Go back to this morning,” she continues, humming as he continued to kiss along her arm, stopping when he reached her shoulder, “me in my dress, you with that look on your face as I walked down the aisle, the happiness, your terrible dancing-”

“My dancing was not terrible,” he interrupts her, his laugh muffled by the curve of her neck. He staggers open-mouthed kisses against the column of her neck, breathing in the sweet scent that clung to her skin. She whimpers, feeling his tongue drag against her pulse point, teeth nipping to leave another mark. The soft sound shoots straight to his cock, new life stirring as his body grinds into hers. “But, I agree,” he mumbles, giving her neck one last kiss, “I would love to go back and do it all again with you.” A cheeky grin creeps across his face, not going unmissed as he dips his head to kiss her collarbone. “I'd like to go back to an hour ago, when you screamed my name as I shoved my tongue in and out of your pussy."

“You're so predictable.” A sharp gasp sounds as he sucks on her collarbone, moaning at the taste of her skin.

“Every part of you tastes so good,” he groans, prying himself away from her body, “did you know that?”

“I think you've said that once or twice.”

He goes quiet, chest rising and falling as he takes a deep breath. His whole world was underneath him, just there for his taking. His hand slides down her naked frame, his hand moulding to the curve of her hip. Their bodies were a tangled mess underneath the honeymoon suite sheets, coated with a thin layer of sweat and the smell of sex sticking to them.

“You were so beautiful today,” his voice lowers to a whisper, “you always are, but today…today, when you walked down that aisle, I stopped breathing.” He drops his forehead against hers, bringing his hand up to her face, framing her cheek. “You looked like an angel,” he adds, nuzzling his nose against hers. He shifted his weight, her eyes snapping open to meet his darkened gaze as his cock presses against the inside of her thigh. “Sounded like one too as you came on my cock and begged me to pump you full of my cum.”

Travelling south, his hand presses softly against her neck, his mouth dancing against hers. “Mason,” she whimpers at the pressure, sliding her hand down between their bodies. She wraps her hand around his shaft, pumping him from root to tip, catching the way he subtly bucks into her hand and moans into her mouth.

“Will you sound like an angel for me again?” He asks, guiding his cock inside, her hand gripping his bicep as her sensitive walls stretch around him. He bottoms out, giving her a second to catch her breath. “Ready?” He dips to kiss the corner of her mouth. “Good,” he mumbles as she nods, “because I'm not stopping until you, my angelic wife, are begging me to stop."

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#mason mount

[lizzypotter14]

Just wow. Took me by surprise to say the least!

I Can't Say Goodbye

Summary: He was never going to be her happy ending.

Pairing: Ben Chilwell x Fem!Reader // Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader (Briefly Mentioned)

Requested: Nope

Song Inspo: Happy Ending - Mika

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, smut, angst, pre-established relationship <- and i use that term loosely here, infidelity, one mention of biting, unprotected sex, ben crying, heartbreak, no happy ending, not edited

Notes: she's clearing out the drafts, everyone cheer for her!! this wasn't the winner of the poll but it's shorter than the other thing i'm writing. anyway, i'm about to break your hearts in like 1000 words or so, get ready. feedback is always appreciated

Reaching for her hands, Ben intertwined his and his lover’s fingers together, placing a kiss on the backs of them, before pressing them into the pillows above her head. Loose strands fall in front of his eyes, tickling them both from above as his face aligns with hers. It makes her head spin, him leaning over her like this, his body wrapped up in her legs, his cock nestled deep inside. "Give me a second, love," he rushes to get out as Y/N impatiently grinds her hips against him, trying to trick him into moving again, "I just want to look at you."

He studied her features like he was studying a piece of art, and with an intensity that made her face burn. He took mental images of every part of her that stood out the most to him. From her eyes and their colour to the shape of her lips, and every spot, her consolations of freckles, her dimples, and the scars that had a place to call home on her body. He tried to cement them all into his brain.

There wasn't a part of her that he didn't want to forget.

"I never want to forget how beautiful you are," Ben whispers, dipping to kiss her mouth, his tongue flirting with hers as she parted her lips. She squeezes his hands tighter, her cunt fluttering as he moves his hips, rocking his cock in and out of her. "And all those little sounds you make for me," he chokes, new tears pricking his eyes, “I'll never forget them.”

Y/N detangles their hands, quickly wiping the tears that dampened his cheeks, before threading her fingers through his hair, the brunette locks slipping through her fingers like soft strands of silk. "I love you,” she whispers against his mouth, meaning the words that came out her mouth.

“I know,” he utters back, his hand running down her naked frame. He hitches her leg higher over his hip, trying to remember the way she gasps his name as he thrusts deeper.

The moments between broken apologies and the desire to remember the other were filled with soft whimpers and ragged breaths. Neither of them wanted to say goodbye, but they knew this secret of theirs wasn't built strong enough to last. Eventually, one of them would slip up. And two broken hearts was better than three.

He wraps his hand around the back of her neck, pressing his hand into the base of her skull, pulling her closer as he sinks his weight on top of her. She could feel his heart hamming against her chest, mirroring her own. He forces his tongue past her lips, taking her mouth in a searing, dominated kiss. He kissed her like she was the oxygen that filled his lungs because without her, he wasn't sure if he would stay alive.

“I just wanted you to be mine,” he sobs, pressing his forehead against hers. He closes his eyes, wet lashes sticking together, as more tears trickle down his cheeks. “But he'll give you what I can't,” he adds, touching his thumb against her bottom lip. It trembles as she fights the urge to cry. She had to stay strong for both of them. “He'll give you the happy ending you deserve.”

She slides her hand over his jaw, his beard prickling the smoothness of her palm. “Look at me,” she pleads, wanting to look into his eyes for one last time.

Y/N knew she was in trouble the first time she looked into Ben's eyes. Two pools of the purest water. The deepest oceans known to humankind. She had gotten lost in them too many times to count. And when they flutter open, she gets lost in them for one final time.

She wraps her legs tighter around him, pulling him deeper. “One last time,” she withers beneath him, her body shaking as he reaches his hand down her body. He presses the tips of his fingers against her clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in a tantric rhythm, working in tandem with the slow snapping of his hips. “There,” she whimpers, the wall she had built up before coming here crumbling as she feels herself begin to let go, “that - yes - keep doing that.”

“I've got you,” he whispers, brushing his lips against her temple, “just let it out.” He groans, hot breath fanning her face, as she clenches around him, her walls milking his cock as she comes for him. “That's it,” he repeats like a chant, tearing his hand away and fisting the pillow beside her, feeling himself spilling inside her. His hips grind into her, soft pants of unintelligible sayings escaping Y/N's mouth as he pulls them both through their highs. “Fuck,” he bites down her shoulder, burying his face into her honey scented skin, “I'm still coming-”

After catching his breath, Ben rolls over, pulling her so she is half lying across his chest, his hand roaming the length of her back. She lifts up onto one elbow and strokes her fingers over his chest hair, sporadically kissing his body until she finally reaches his mouth. “Please, don't say it,” he begs, hearing enough goodbyes to last him a lifetime. He covers his face to hide another fresh wave of tears. “Just wait until I've gone to the bathroom.”

He rolls out from under her and she goes about searching for her clothes in the dark.

One by one, she pulls them on, saving her boots for last, before digging around in her bag for her phone. A picture of her and Christian flash up on her lockscreen, taken during the last summer break, and she has to swallow the guilt that sits on her tongue like a bad aftertaste. He thinks she's in London to see her family, homesick after their recent move to Milan. This, her seeing Ben for one final time, would have never crossed his mind.

No, Christian trusted her too much to suspect her of cheating.

With one final look at Ben's bed, all the memories they had made together under the comfort of his sheets, she exits his bedroom and then finally his home for the last time.

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#ben chilwell #ben chilwell smut #ben chilwell imagine

[lizzypotter14]

BEAUTIFUL PIECE

Whispers of Forever - B.Chilwell

Pairing: Ben Chilwell x Reader Word Count: 4,136 Warnings: Fluff, that's really all it is! Note: I'm back guys! This has been sat in my drafts for a month now and I thought it was time to share it. Just so you know y/f/n stands for your full name, this is mentioned a few times. There may be a few mistakes but overall, I think it's right! Feedback is always appreciated!

You take a deep breath as you look at your reflection in the mirror, your hair curled and pinned up in a beautiful hair style. Your make up was getting touched up by Marco, your make-up artist for the big day when your mum made her way over to look at you in the mirror. 

"Oh babygirl, you look beautiful" she cooed at you, her eyes brimming with tears  

"Mum, please don't cry! You'll make me cry" you let out a small chuckle as Marco moved away for a second so you could have a moment with your mum. 

"I'm sorry, it's just because you are growing up so quickly. You're getting married! You used to disagree with the idea of marriage but when you met Ben, everything changed. You are marrying your soulmate and it makes me so happy" she let a tear fall as she came to stand in front of you and pulled you into a hug.  

"Mum, I know I'm making the right choice and I can’t wait to marry Ben, but I promise, I'll always be your little girl" you pull away and smile at her, kissing her cheek gently. 

"Oh, Ben told me to give this to you" she pulled out a long thin box and a small letter as she smiled and walked away, leaving you alone. 

You decided to open the letter first and you smiled at the recognisable, messy handwriting of your soon to be husband. The letter read:  

Hey baby, if you’re reading this it means your mum actually remembered to give this to you and that today is the day I get to see you walk down that aisle. I can’t wait to see you and to finally get to call you my wife. I've waited for this day for so long and now it's happening, I'm getting all giddy just thinking about it, I feel like a kid on Christmas morning! I got you a small gift to show you how much I love you and as something for you to wear so every time you put it on after today, you think of our special day. I'll see you soon, I love you future Mrs Y/N Chilwell xx 

Your eyes brimmed with more tears as you opened the box and saw the most beautiful diamond tennis bracelet with your birthstone next to his in the centre. Your breath caught in your throat as you gulped the lump that was forming there. You couldn't believe the fact that you were going to be in his wife in one hour, and how lucky you were to of found him.  

If it hadn't been for your best friend Kennedy and James Maddison dating each other and setting you two up on a blind date, you wouldn’t be here today. If you had said no when she told you, like you really wanted to, you wouldn’t be here. You were meant to meet him and you couldn’t be more thankful to your two friends for it.  

"It's nearly time" Alex placed her hands on your shoulders "oh you got the bracelet? Do you want me to put it on for you?" She asked with a smile and you nodded, passing it to her and holding your wrist up for her.  

"It's beautiful isn't it?" You admired the bracelet while she did up the clasp. 

  "It sure is, my brother has some good taste when he wants to" Alex laughed before looking at you "you know what y/n? I'm so happy he found you, you pulled him out of a dark place and you've been with him through everything. You deserve each other so much, and I'm gaining an amazing sister" she smiled, wrapping her arms around you  

"Thank you Alex, I can’t wait to be your sister-in-law" you wiped a small tear that fell. 

  "Okay, enough tears! It's a good thing I've used waterproof make-up" Marco laughed, coming back to you and picking up his foundation brush "Let's get you sorted, you're going to be a wife in around an hours' time" he continued doing your make-up and your bridesmaids got ready in the background while you thought back to the day Ben asked you to marry him. 

-Flashback- 

Lake Como, that’s what the plane ticket read as you opened the envelope that Ben had given you when he got home from training. 

“What’s this for?” You asked as you looked up at him from where you sat in front of your laptop at your office desk. 

Ben didn’t say anything, he just leant down and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before walking out of your office, leaving you with a look of confusion on your face.  

You stood up and followed him into the bedroom to see him sat on the bed with a smile on his face.  

"What are these Ben?" You asked, standing at the end of the bed and holding the tickets up.  

"Plane tickets" He smirked 

"Oh, I figured that! But what for?" You climbed up onto the bed and sat next to him  

"You've been so stressed lately with work and the premier league finishes soon so I thought it would be good for us both to get away...we need a week of relaxation and just time for us...what do you say?" Ben looks at you with his back against the headboard.  

"I love you, you know that" you smile, leaning over and placing your lips on his. His arms instinctively wrap around your waist, pulling you on top of him. 

  "And I love you too beautiful" Ben mumbled against your lips, making you smile against him.  

2 weeks later you were in Italy, in a cabin next to Lake Como, it couldn’t be more perfect. You were getting ready to go to a restaurant down the road that you had seen, it had lights hanging above the outside seating area and it was truly a magical sight. You put on a red summer dress that you knew Ben loved, it was long and flowy but had a slit up the leg. You slipped on your white heels and headed into the living room of the cabin to see Ben on the sofa, wearing some dress pants and a button up shirt, leaving the top two buttons undone and his hair was slightly slicked back.  

"Ah, there she is! Look at you" Ben stood up, smiling at you and grabbing your hand, making you do a twirl while he admired you "you look amazing"  

  "Stop it" you giggled as he pulled you into him so your back was against his chest, nuzzling his face into your neck and placing gentle kisses there "Ben, seriously, we have a dinner to go to" you pull away, laughing at the groan that left his throat at the loss of contact with you.  

"Yes, you're right, come on" Ben grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers and guiding you out of the cabin and towards the restaurant.  

"Hi, we have a reservation for Chilwell" Ben told the front of house hostess once you reached the place.  

"Ah, yes, please follow me" she smiled sweetly, guiding you both to the back area. She stopped in front of a door and smiled at you both. "Your table is just through there" she said and quickly walked away.  

You looked at Ben and gave him a strange look "That was weird"  

"I know, come on" he smiled at you and opened the door, leading you out onto the restaurants balcony that over looked the lake. You walked further out, completely mesmerised by the sight as the warm air hit you and that’s when the blinding lights from your left caught your attention. 

You looked at it and your heart jolted as you looked at the sight. Flower petals scattered all over the floor, a white carpet leading to the end, candles flickering as the sun started to set in the background, but it wasn’t any of that, that made the tears brim at your eyes, it was the big red, lit up letter that spelt out 'Marry Me?'. You hand covered your mouth when you noticed that Ben had walked to the end and was waiting for you. You walked towards him and he got down on one knee, taking your hand in his.  

"Y/N, the past few years with you have been the best years of my life. If it wasn't for that blind date, I wouldn’t have found the best thing to ever happen to me. From the moment I met you, I just knew you were it for me. I'm not really ever sure of anything but I am sure that I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I want to be lucky enough to call you my wife and to have a family with you, being with you is all I want. So y/f/n, will you marry me?" He dug into his pocket and pulled out a ring box, opening it up and looking up at you with hopeful eyes. 

You didn't even look at the ring, that's not what you cared about. All you cared about was the man in front of you. You leaned down, placing your hands on Ben's cheeks and kissed him, his lips moving with yours. "Yes, yes, yes" you mumbled against his lips, both of you smiling into the kiss.  

Ben stood, not releasing his lips from yours. His arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you off the ground as your arms wrapped around his neck, holding on to him as if this was all a dream. You finally pulled away from one another, and Ben took your hand, placing the most perfect and beautiful ring on your hand. You held your hand out in front of you and felt so giddy that you were going to marry this man.  

"It's beautiful"  

"Only the most beautiful ring for the most beautiful woman" Ben smiled, kissing you again before leading you to the table so you could sit down and enjoy your first night as fiances. 

--End of Flashback--

* 

In a room on the other side of the country estate you were getting married on, Ben was getting ready with his groomsmen. He had Tom as his best man, and then Anish, James, Mason and Harvey as his groomsmen. His hands were shaking as he tried his hardest to tie his tie, he just kept messing it up.  

"Ben, do you need help son?" Your father asked him as he walked into the room to see you struggling. Ben was thankful for your dad, he had taken him under his wing as his own. The truth was, your dad adored Ben, he knew that Ben was perfect for you and was the kind of man he had hoped you would end up with.  

  "Yes please sir" Ben tugged at his tie in frustration 

"You can stop calling me sir, you'll be family in less an hour" your dad chuckled, walking over and tying his tie perfectly for him  

"Thank you, I appreciate it" Ben smiled at him. 

"It's okay, it’s what I'm here for. Just promise me that you will continue to love her. Marriage isn't perfect Ben and it will be hard sometimes, but please promise me that you will work at it together. Just remember that it's not you against her, it's you and her together against the problem" your dad told him, giving him a very important piece of advice from a man that has been happily married for over twenty years.  

"I promise. I love y/n more than anything in this entire world, she is my everything, I don’t plan on ever letting her go" he promised your dad who patted him on the arm with a proud smile as he left the boy by the mirror to finish getting ready.  

Ben was still shaking, he was beyond nervous and not for any real reason. He knew you loved him and he knew that this was what he wanted more than anything but it was the fear of you getting cold feet. He knew it wasn’t going to happen but he couldn’t stop his mind from thinking that maybe you would.  

"You okay over here?" James' voice hit his ears and he walked over, a hand slapping his back gently  

"Yeah, just nervous" Ben breathed out 

"It's going to be fine, she's not going to leave you at the altar or take off, don’t worry. Y/N is mad about you, she doesn’t stop talking about you when she's round at ours, when she goes out with Kennedy, all I hear about when she gets home is how much y/n spoke about you. Trust me, she's in love with you and you have nothing to worry about. You're going to be a husband very soon, let's get you married" James laughed at his friend, passing him his suit jacket to put on.  

"We getting you married or what man?" Tom shouted from across the room while all of his groomsmen laughed, getting their own jackets on.  

Ben stood for a second, looking at himself in the mirror while he took a deep breath, adjusting the Boutonnière on his suit jacket and spraying on some cologne before looking at the boys "Let's get me married!" Causing them all to cheer and head out of the room to the main hall where the ceremony will be happening. 

* 

Standing in front of the large wooden doors, you felt your legs shaking and your heart beating at an overtime rate. Kennedy, your maid of honour stood in front of you.  

"We're going to head down now, you'll follow after us. You ready?" She asked you and you just nodded, too scared to say anything. "y/n, Ben loves you and he is at the end of that aisle waiting for you, you've got this" she held your hand gently 

  "I know and I can't wait to marry him. I'm just nervous" you laughed at your own worries. 

"Which is normal, you're about to be married" she smiled widely as her and your bridesmaids left to go walk down the aisle.  

You heard the tune start though the doors and felt your dad guide your hand to link through his arm while your grip tightened around the flowers in your hand.  

"I'm scared dad, what if he realises when we're up there that he doesn’t want to marry me anymore?" You look up at him with a scared expression. 

"Listen to me, that's not going to happen, that I can promise you. Your mother had the same thoughts when we were getting married, don’t think about it. Just remember that you are marrying Ben, the man you've been in love with for the last five years and your soulmate" your dad gave you that stern look he gives you when he knows he's right before sending you a big smile 

"You're right, I'm being silly. Let's do it" you smile, feeling yourself getting a little bit giddy that very soon, you'll be married to the love of your life.  

The doors opened wide and you looked straight to the end, seeing Ben stood there in his black tux and sage green tie that matched some of the flowers in your bouquet. His hair was neat but not slicked back, just how you liked it and his eyes were fixated on you. As you walked down the aisle on your dads arm, Ben's eyes filled with tears from how mesmerizing you were and he let them fall, not scared of crying in front of everyone in this moment, all he cared about was you.  

When you reached the front, Kennedy stepped forward and took your flowers while your dad shook Ben's hand and said something in ear before kissing your cheek gently and taking your hand "You'll always be my little girl, remember that" he smiled, giving Ben your hand and going to take his seat.  

You stood in front of Ben, looking at how handsome he looked, he was like something out of all those books you read.  

"You look absolutely stunning” Ben breathed out, caught up in the moment. 

“And you look very handsome” you smile back at the man in front of you, who will very soon be your husband.  

The celebrant starts to talk but neither of you don’t hear much of it as you are too busy just smiling and staring at each other. You’ve waited a good year for this day to come around and now it was finally here. Time for you to become husband and wife, to start the next adventure of your life together. The next step after this was your honeymoon and then you had plans to maybe start growing your family. You and Ben both know you want children together, ideally two but any is a blessing. You wanted to have a mini version of you mixed together running around. Your attitude but his personality, your hair but his gorgeous eyes that change from green to blue, the perfect mix of you both.  

“And now for you to exchange your vows” the celebrant broke you both away from the thoughts of your life together and passed you both the others ring.  

“The groom usually goes first, is that how you would like it?” He asked. 

“Yes please” You told him and he looked at Ben, giving him a small nod.  

Ben took a deep breath and rubbed the top of your hand with his thumb in a way that calmed you both on so many occasions. "From the moment we met on that fateful blind date that James set up, I knew there was something extraordinary about you. Over these last five years, we've shared countless moments of joy, laughter and tears, mainly from me" Ben looked at the floor shyly, causing everyone in the area to laugh at his words, including you. "but today, in front of our friends and family, I stand before you, my heart full of love for you and the support you have given me in the past five years. I promise to stand by your side through every twist and turn that life may bring. I vow to be your partner in everything, to celebrate your triumphs and lift you up in all your challenges. I promise to listen with an open heart, to communicate honestly and to always try my best to understand your needs and dreams. As we embark on this new chapter together, I am filled with excitement for the adventures that we will have. With you, I have found my home, my confidant, and my greatest love, my soulmate. Today, I give you my hand, my heart and my forever. God knew my heart needed you y/n. I love you"  

A gentle chorus of awes came from everyone and your mum and Ben’s mum were both crying. You couldn’t help but let a tear fall from your eye as you looked up into Ben’s ocean bluey green eyes and you knew that he meant every word he just said, your heart pounding so hard from pure joy and love and admiration. Now it was your turn. You squeezed his hand and took a deep breath yourself before starting your vows.  

“Ben, my love. When I sat and thought about my vows, it came easy to me. We both know how indecisive I can be, I just don’t like making decisions but if there is one thing I am sure of, it's spending the rest of my life with you. Everything I have done in my life and every decision I made, led me to you. My choices...although sometimes not the best...my sadness, my regrets led me to you. If I had done one single thing differently, I may not have met you" you smile at the man in front of you through your tears as you continued "Marriage wasn’t something I ever planned on or even dreamt of, until I met you. You made me believe that fairytales can come true. You, Ben, are my dream come true. You show me every day that you love me unconditionally, I never doubt that. I couldn’t ask for a better man to spend the rest of my life with. Your kindness, love and support makes me want to be the best person I can be. I am the luckiest woman alive to get to spend the rest of my life with my soulmate and I cannot wait for more life adventures, to have kids, to explore the world and to grow old with you. I vow to stand by you, trust you, respect you and support you through everything. I promise to always cherish you until my last breath. I would choose you in every lifetime. I love you"  

A tear fell from Ben’s eyes as the whole reception did another round of awes. You wanted nothing more than to just kiss your soon to be husband but it wasn’t time for that yet.  

“Now if anyone here has any reason why these two should not be married, please speak now or forever hold your peace” he announced and you looked around, letting out a sigh of relief making everyone laugh at your reaction. 

“Time for the exchange of the rings” the celebrant announced.  

“With this ring I, Benjamin James Chilwell, take you, y/f/n, to be my lawfully wedded wife. I promise to love and cherish you, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, for richer for poorer, for better for worse, and forsaking all others, keep myself only unto you, for so long as we both shall live.“ Ben slowly and gently slipped the white gold band on your ring finger and it fit perfectly.  

“With this ring I, y/f/n, take you, Benjamin James Chilwell, to be my lawfully wedded husband. I promise to love and cherish you, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, for richer for poorer, for better for worse, and forsaking all others, keep myself only unto you, for so long as we both shall live.” you slipped the matching white gold ring on his ring finger and again, it was a perfect fit.  

“Now by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss your bride” the celebrant finally announced, moving out of the way so you can get your perfect first kiss picture.  

“Finally” Ben said loudly, causing a chorus of laughter to erupt before his hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you into him before dipping you down and placed his lips on yours. One of your hands held onto his cheek while the other went around his shoulder.  

The whole hall erupted in a cheer as Ben pulled you back up, planting many small kisses on your lips on the way, making you smile into him. You took your flowers back off Kennedy who had tears streaming down her face and wrapped your arm around Ben’s before heading back down the aisle. Halfway down, you stopped for another kiss photo and it was even more perfect than the first. You held your flowers in the air while Ben fist punched the air at the same time, making it the perfect picture opportunity.  

Leaving your friends and family in the room where the ceremony was held, the pair of you headed to the main hall. You decided on having a private first dance to have a moment of just you two. Ben held your hand and guided you to the middle of the room, spinning you around and pulling you into him. His hands rested on your hips while your hands slid up his arms and rested on the back of his neck. 

"Hello husband" you smiled the widest smile as you looked up at him while 'Forever After All' by Luke Combs started playing. 

"Hello my gorgeous wife" Ben looked down at you, feeling a wave of enamour towards you. He felt like the luckiest man on the planet to be your husband. The excitement he felt was identical to the excitement that you felt about being his wife finally.  

"Hmm…say that again" you whisper as his face came closer to yours. 

"My wife" he whispered back before placing his lips on yours. You held him as close as possible when a small moan left your throat, wanting to be as close as possible. 

"I love hearing you say that. I love you so much"  

"And I love saying it, I love you too baby" his lips met yours again and in was in that moment that you knew this was all you would ever need.  

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My heart is just 💔

All I Want (For Christmas)

Summary: The months of arguing finally comes to a head on what was supposed to be the most wonderful time of the year.

Warnings: ANGST, toxic relationship, reader is wine drunk for the beginning, panic attacks, loud arguments, heartbreak, lovers-to-exes, yes he's really doing this on Christmas

WC: 2.3K

A/N: 🎶On the fourth day of Ficmas my writer gave to me, Conor but make it angsty 🎶 Hello I hope you're all enjoying Ficmas so far! ! I don't normally write for Conor but here's a gift from me to all the Conor girlies! I hope I do him justice!

Link For the Song: All I Want (For Christmas)

"If we can make it through December

Maybe we'll make it through forever

'Cause all I want for Christmas

Is you and me to fix this."

~~~

"Are you fucking serious, Conor?!" you screamed, walking into your house and storming into the kitchen.

"I really can't be bothered with this right now, Y/N. You're drunk right now. Let's just wait until the morning before we have this discussion," he said exasperated, slamming the door behind him.

You turned to face him seething. "You knew how important this was for me! And yet, somehow you made this about yourself!"

Conor slammed his hands on the counter. "For fucks sake! I showed up didn't I!? What more do you want from me?!"

"You were so late you might as well have just not come! You completely embarrassed me!" you screamed.

"I told you I had a thing for the team I couldn't skip! I tried, I really did, but I couldn't get out of it! How many times do I have to explain that to you?!" he yelled in reply.

This wasn't the first time you'd fought about this exact issue. It was a recurring disagreement you and your boyfriend constantly had. You had always prided yourself on being flexible and understanding with him and his busy schedule, but these days it felt like you never saw eye to eye.

Tonight was supposed to be a date night to celebrate a promotion at your job. You'd been talking about it for weeks and both of you were excited for it, only for Chelsea to host an event on the same night that Conor unfortunately couldn't skip as one of the vice captains. Conor explained that he would probably be late, but you never expected he would show up almost 3 hours after your reservation. By the time he sat down, you were on your 6th glass of wine seething. Rather than a joyous celebration, your dinner was incredibly tense and awkward.

Cancelled dates weren't a new concept for you. There had been many times, especially once the season started, that something in his schedule prevented you spending time together. Usually it didn't bother you as much, but these days it felt like you weren't important enough for him. Tonight was supposed to be something to celebrate you, but it felt like you always had to sacrifice you for him, but he was never willing to do the same for you. And with alcohol coursing through your veins, the anger was all you could focus on.

"You should've just changed the date to a different one once I told you Chelsea wouldn't let me skip this event!" he said.

"I shouldn't have to!" you screamed back. "All the time, it's me making sacrifices for you! For once, I'm asking you to act like I'm a priority in your life!"

"You're being unreasonable!" he said, exasperated that you weren't listening to him. "I tried to get out of this! I asked Poch, I asked the staff, I even asked my fucking manager if there was any possibility of either changing the date or skipping it altogether so I could celebrate my girlfriend's promotion, but I couldn't. That's how it works! You knew that when you committed to this relationship."

"So now it's burden for me to ask you to celebrate me?!" you asked. "I've been to every fucking one of your events. Every home game, every final, every award ceremony, whether it be for club or country. I'm there whenever you ask me to be. And suddenly, I want the same from you and it's my fault?!"

"You're clearly not listening to me! When did I say you were a burden?" Conor asked. "You know what, why the fuck do I even bother with you? You never listen to anything except what you wanna hear. I'm sorry I was late. I'm sorry this turned out to be such a shitty night. But I'm not apologizing for standing my ground when you're twisting my words and trying to claim I've never done anything for you!"

"If you don't wanna bother, then get the fuck out! See if I care! Maybe someone who actually bothers can come celebrate with me!" you screamed, your words cutting Conor deep.

"And of course, that's the only part of the conversation you hear," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Fine. If that's what you fucking want. Come find me when you're ready to actually talk."

Conor turned around, grabbed his keys and wallet, and stormed out of the house. You leaned your back to the refrigerator and slid down to the ground, tears streaming down your face. You hugged your knees to your chest as loud gasps left you. You felt like you couldn't breathe, like you were drowning in your emotions. You sat there for what felt like hours, your body shaking as your sobs grew more intense.

The moment he walked out, you immediately regretted everything you said and sobered up. You knew you were being unfair to him. You could've changed the date. You could've been more understanding. It wasn't like he planned this on purpose. He never did. Conor was always grateful for your unwavering support and felt horrible whenever he couldn't do the same for you because of his job. Regardless, he always made it up to you and always proved that he cared about you. You let your frustration build up and unfairly took it out on him.

They say drunk words are sober thoughts. And yes, while you did feel all of those thoughts to an extent, you knew that at the end of the day, he was always more than enough for you. And the moments you spent with him made all of those frustrations worth it.

Conor never came home after that. You tried calling him, but he never answered. You tried calling his closest friends, his family, and even his manager about his whereabouts, but none of them gave you an answer. They all refused to at his request. You only knew that he was safe somewhere. They all told you the same thing anyway: that the two of you desperately needed space. But you didn't want space. You just wanted him. You wanted him to know how sorry you were, that you didn't mean any of what you said.

Days turned to weeks. The air grew colder and Conor still wasn't home. Fall flew by as you wallowed in your loneliness, becoming bitter as the holidays approached.  You tried decorating the house to lift your mood, but all you felt was pain. You wanted to hear back from him. You wanted to see him. You wanted him to come home to you. Even the snow outside, one of your favorite things about this time of year, couldn't mend your broken heart.

It was the night before Christmas. You were cleaning the kitchen when you heard the doorknob turn, the sound of keys clinking together stopping you in your tracks. You weren't sure who it is, your hand instinctually grabbing for a knife in case it was an intruder.

"Y/N?" you heard a voice call out.

You let out a sigh of relief and dropped the knife at the sound of your boyfriend.

"In the kitchen!" you called out.

As the footsteps grew louder, so did your heartbeat. Your hands grew sweaty, wiping them on the towel to try and stop them from shaking so much. This was the first time you'd be seeing him in weeks after all.

Your heart stopped when you laid eyes on Conor, taking note of his appearance. He looked more tired than you'd ever seen him, including after long flights for matches he'd taken. In any case, it didn't matter to you. All that mattered was that he was home.

"Hi," you said softly.

"Hey," Conor replied. "Can we talk?"

"Yeah, of course," you said wiping the counter. "Let me just finish up here, okay?"

"I'll wait for you in the living room," he said, turning to walk away.

Your stomach turned as you finished up your cleaning, unsure of what was about to unfold in front of you. Something told you that this wasn't going to be a happy ending. But you tried to be positive. Maybe you were just in your own head. Maybe you were overthinking. Everything was gonna be fine. You'd had been arguments before and you'd worked through them. This was just another one of those.

After enough stalling, you headed into the living room where Conor was waiting for you. You both sat down on the couch a distance away from each other. It was unusual considering you were usually attached at the hip.

'We're already off to a bad start," you thought to yourself.

"How have you been?" Conor asked you politely.

"Losing my mind," you said sarcastically. "I haven't heard from you in weeks! No one would tell me where you were or what you were doing. I tried asking around, but no one was willing to tell me any specifics."

"That’s' because i asked them to," he replied.

"What?" you asked alarmed. "Why?"

"Because we needed space, Y/N," he answered, running his hands through his hair. "And I needed time away where I could really think without me running back to you or vice versa. That's not what either of us needed."

"You're talking about what you needed! What about what I needed?" you asked. "Not knowing where you were drove me mental! You could've at least told me where you were!"

"See, this," he gestured to you, "this is exactly what I'm talking about. You and I both know you would've gone to where I was staying to talk and it would've ended in a bigger argument, or I would've come back here and we would've ignored the problem. And we can't keep trying to ignore this problem."

"We're not ignoring the problem, Conor," you said exasperated.

"Yes, we are," Conor said sternly. "We have been for a while now. And I think you know that too."

Silence fell as the air grew more tense. The bad feeling in your stomach only grew.

"We've been arguing about the same things for months now," he started. "And we've both tried to make changes but obviously something isn't clicking between why we're fighting and how we're trying to change it."

"I mean, we've just gotta keep doing what we're doing right?" You asked. "Keep trying different things until we find the right solution?"

Conor looked at you, tears in his eyes. "Y/N, we can't keep doing this over and over again expecting the result to be different this time."

You were confused. "What do you mean 'this?' We're working through our issues like we always do."

"No, Y/N, we're not. And we haven't been for a while."

"Wh-wh-what are you saying?" you stanmered out. "What does that even mean?"

"Y/N, I love you, you know I do. And I always will. But we can't keep doing this anymore. I can't keep doing this anymore. I can't give you what you're asking for and you can't give me what I'm asking for either. That's where the problem lies," Conor said. "So that's why-"

You cut him off, shutting your eyes as tears began rapidly falling down your face. "Don't fucking say it! Don't you dare fucking say it! We can make this work! We can do something else! We can do anything else except for what you're gonna say next! It doesn't have to resort to that!"

"Y/N, look at me," Conor said, cupping your cheeks. You averted your gaze and tried to pull away, but his grip was strong. You couldn't help but melt into him.

"Y/N. I love you. But this is hurting us more than it's helping," he said, tears forming in his own eyes. "We need to end this. And this is the only way it can end without us hating each other."

"Speak for yourself!" you sobbed. "It's fucking Christmas, Conor, and you have the nerve to fucking dump me?! How could you do this to me?!"

"I know," he said, pulling you in close. You didn't have the heart to push him away, collapsing into his arms. "I know and I'm a fucking dickhead and I'm sorry. But I can't let us keep doing this, pretending to be happy throughout the holidays when we both know we're not happy."

Conor held you as you fell apart, desperately trying not to let the tears fall from his own eyes. He needed to be strong for the both of you. You gripped the collar of his shirt tightly, knowing that the moment you let go, he would be gone. Your body shook and loud wails left you.

"We can f-fix this!" you cried. "We can! We're meant to be together remember? We can get through anything!" Conor kissed the top of your head, trying to savor these very last minutes with you.

You held onto to each other for what seemed like hours, trying to memorize the way your bodies fit together. You wanted to remember his scent, the warmth his body gave you, how safe you felt with him, how these were the moments that made fighting for this relationship worth it. This moment was all you had left with him and you wanted to savor every second of it.

Eventually, Conor pulled away. And you had no choice but to let go of him.

"I'll come 'round sometime to pack my stuff once the new year starts," he said gently. "I think for now we just need to be with our families."

He kissed your forehead before standing up to leave. He reached for the doorknob, turning around to look at you one last time.

"Please stay," you begged. "This doesn't have to be it. We can fix this."

He shook his head in disagreement. "We can't, Y/N."

"Please, Conor," you cried. "I love you."

"I love you too," he said, "more than anything. And that's why I have to go."

Painfully, Conor turned around and opened the door for the last time. And as the door closed behind him, you fell to the ground sobbing, hoping for a Christmas miracle that he would come back to you.

But he never did. And it was too late to fix it this time.

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Miracles in December

Summary: You haven't seen your best friend since his injury. And only a Christmas Miracle will bring him back to you.

Warning: ANGST but fluffy ending, platonic best friend!Gavi, mentions of Gavi's injuries, light arguments, insecurity, guilt 

WC: 5K

A/N: 🎶On the third day of Ficmas, my writer gave to me a fic withbest friend!Gavi🎶 If you're new here, I bleed Blaugrana. I've been a Barca fan since I was a kid and that club means everything to me. That being said, Gavi is one of my favorite players and my son and I'm absolutely devastated that he's had such a major injury. I don’t typically write for Gavi (he's a literal baby to me), but I wanted to write something to show my support for him. So this is dedicated to him. Estamos contigo. Mucha fuerza Gavi y te queremos ❤️💙

Link for the Song: Miracles in December

"Oh, I didn't know how thankful your love was, oh

I thought it would stop once it ended, oh

But every day, I'm fixing

Myself to want you

I think my love will endlessly continue."

~~~

You knocked on the door, your duffle bag over one shoulder, trying to shake off the snow.

"Hola, Aurora," you said to the person who opened the door.

"Hola, Y/N, come in! You must be freezing right now!" Aurora answered, gesturing for you to come in quickly. "I'll make you some tea. Sit, make yourself at home!"

You set your stuff in a small space by the doorway, one that commonly had your stuff whenever you came to visit the Paez Gavira household. It wasn't surprising to see you come over as you'd been doing it since you were a kid. You and Pablo had met years ago on your first day at La Masía. You'd just moved from America back to Spain so you could play for the academy. You were an awfully shy kid, especially after your American classmates bullied you for the way you spoke Spanish.

You remembered your first day at La Masía very clearly. You had stood outside the building too afraid to go in. Pablo noticed you on his way in and despite being shy himself, approached you, asking if you were lost.

"Hola, soy Pablo. Are you here to play?" Pablo asked.

"Sí," you said softly. "Soy Y/N. Today is my first day here. I'm just a little scared."

"¿Por qué? You're gonna love it here! This is the best academy in the world!" he said excitedly.

"But what if they don't like me? What if I don't make any friends?" you asked worriedly.

"You don't have to worry about because I'll be your friend! And I'll introduce you to everyone else!"

"Yo no sé," you mumbled to yourself, ready to call your mom to pick you up. "I think I'm just gonna call my mom to pick me up and go home."

"How's this? I'll be your first friend, and because we're friends, we'll walk in together! You belong here, I promise. And so long as I'm your friend, I'll make sure you know that this is where you belong and what you're meant to do! What do you say, Pequeña?"

"Pequeña?! I'm not that small!" you protested, feeling slightly offended that he was coming for your height like that.

"Yes you are but that's okay! See, you have a nickname now from a friend!" Pablo said. "Everything is gonna be okay. You're here for a reason. This is your home and even if you're nervous now, I'll help you see that," he continued, calming your nerves and reassuring you.

Pablo held out his hand for you to take. "Just take my hand and we'll reach our dreams of playing for the first team together."

You hesitated, but took a deep breath. You knew you had to take the chance to achieve the dream of playing for your favorite club. So you took Pablo's hand in yours. You smiled at each other before walking through the doors together, ready to take on the world.

Since that day, the two of you were inseparable. And he was right. The moment you stepped through those doors, everything felt right. Pablo introduced you to his friends, making you feel more at ease with everyone. You eventually made your own friends within the academy. And despite your growth spurt, you still ended up tiny, causing Pablo's unfortunate nickname for you to stick. Even after Pablo started playing with the first team, he always did his best to support you in your games. He was your best friend and you were his.

Which was why you were just as distraught as he was when his injury happened. You were in the crowd proudly wearing his jersey and cried just as hard as he did as he was subbed off, knowing the injury was serious. You cried even more when you found out it was a torn ACL and meniscus, knowing he was out for the rest of the season and the Euros. Pablo more than anything loved to play, and you knew he would be devastated.

On top of that misfortune, Pablo hadn't spoken to you since that day. You'd traveled with him back to Barcelona and to the medics after that game, where you held him as he cried. But after that, he'd gone radio silent. At first, you thought he just needed time and space to process everything going on. But you soon realized that Pablo was still talking to the others after catching up with Fermín and some of the others one day.

"Yeah, I think Pablo just needs space," you said, drinking the coffee you'd ordered. "He isn't really speaking to anyone right now."

"What are you talking about?" Fermín asked, furrowing his eyebrows. "Pablito and I talked yesterday. He's nervous for his upcoming surgery, but I reassured him that everything was gonna be fine."

"Wait, he talked to you?" you asked, now being the one confused.

"Pequeña, he's been regularly talking to all of us because he needs the support," Cristo explained.

"Then why hasn't he talked to me?" you asked again, feeling extremely hurt. "I thought we were best friends. I haven't seen him since he came back to Barcelona. And he hasn't answered any of my calls or texts. I've been to his house every day since and he's never even so much opened his door."

"I'm sorry, Pequeña," Fermín said, trying to smile.

But the damage was already done.

"How is he, Rora?" you asked gently as his sister gently handed you a mug.

"The same," she sighed. "His surgery went well so he's just recovering now. I think Christmas being around the corner is making him even more upset though. You know, holiday cheer and all," Aurora replied, sitting down next to you. "He's still crying every night even if he thinks we can't hear him. He hasn't talked to you then I assume?"

You shook your head. "He hasn't said anything to me since that day. The only way I know how he's doing is by asking you or some of the others. I just wish I could help him you know? It's like I'm here, but he won't even acknowledge that we know each other, much less being best friends."

"You've been here every day since," Aurora said gently. "Even if Pablo can't see it now, I know he's appreciative of that." She grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers together. "And we appreciate that too. My brother is annoyingly stubborn and yet you've been here every day, doing your best to help him and the rest of us. You're doing more than enough, hermanita. He's lucky to have someone like you in his life."

You squeezed Aurora's hand laying your head on her shoulder.

"I would take the injury if it meant he could play too," you said honestly.

"Don't ever say that," Aurora said sternly. "If Pablo were down here, he would've hit you for saying that. You love playing just as much as he does. And you deserve to play too."

"I made the first team, Rora," you whispered. "And they've been strongly suggesting they're gonna sub me in at some point. They're finally gonna let me play. It's everything I've been working towards."

Aurora quickly sat up and hugged you tight. "Y/N! That's amazing! Estoy tan orgullosa de ti! Just in time for Christmas too! This is like the best present ever!"

"Thank you," you groaned out, "but you're squeezing me a little too tight there."

She only squeezed you tighter in response. "My parents are gonna be so excited! And Pablo-" She cut herself off. "Pablo will be proud of you too," she said softly. "I know he will."

"Is he?" you scoffed. "He hasn't spoken to me once since the injury. He's visited the first team, he regularly talks to Fermín and Cristo and all the others. But he won't even look in my direction."

"He'll come around," Aurora answered. "I think he's afraid of how you'll treat him. He's stupid for that but he'll come around eventually I promise."

"You know," you started, "everyone kept saying today that this was the best present I could've gotten. To play for the first team. And don't get me wrong, I'm so excited for this. It's all I've ever wanted since I came to Spain. And in time for Christmas too? It should be make my holidays even more exciting." You sighed, resting your head on Aurora's shoulder. "But honestly, I just want Pablo to come back to me. That's really all I ask for. But at this rate, I think even a Christmas miracle won't bring him back."

You stayed for a little while longer before Aurora kicked you out (mostly because she didn't want you walking home in the dark and the snow was starting to pick up). But before you left, you walked up to Pablo's room and knocked on the door like you'd done every time you came to visit. You knew he was awake and heard you, but there was still no effort to come see or talk to you. You sighed, taking a seat with your back against the door.

"Hola Pablito," you said. "I hope you're doing okay over there. I'm glad your surgery went well. Rora tells me everything's been great. I'm sure you probably know better than I do, but the team is struggling. That's okay though, they're managing as best they can."

You turned around to lean your forehead against the door.

"I, uh, I got called up for the first team for tomorrow's game. The others think there's a good chance Jonatán might put me in too," you continued softly, a smile appearing on your face. "I'm a little late compared to you, but we finally did it, Pablo. We're both finally on the first team, just like we promised when we were kids."

A frown appeared on your face when you didn't hear anything other than the noises of his TV.

"I know we haven't spoken in a while, but I hope you can at least watch the game on TV. Maybe I'll even score on my debut," you chuckled. Still no response from him. "Well, I have to go before your sister starts yelling at me. The snow is getting pretty bad anyway. I'll be back tomorrow after the game and I'll tell you all about it."

You got up, dusting yourself off. You rested your forehead against the door once more.

"I'm proud of you, you know? I know things are difficult for you, but you're gonna come back and be better than ever. I'll see you tomorrow, Pablo. Te quiero."

Pablo stared up at his bed as the sound of your footsteps faded, his stomach in knots as he was full of guilt. He knew you didn't deserve to be ignored, but he was ashamed. He couldn't bare to face you. You were his closest friend from La Masía and he didn't want you to see him in his condition. You wouldn't have judged him, and he knew that, but he still couldn't bring himself to speak to you. His family and his friends had scolded him many times for it, but Pablo didn't have the courage to apologize. And now hearing that you were finally called up to the first team and he still didn't say anything? He felt even worse.

Pablo heard another knock on his door.

"Hermano, it's just me. Y/N left. Can I come in?" his sister asked.

"Sí," he said, not bothering to sit up.

Aurora walked in and sat on his bed.

"She's upset, you know?" she said softly. "That even after making the first team, you still haven't talked to her."

"Yo sé," He responded.

"You know what she said to me?" Pablo remained quiet. "She said, 'Honestly Rora, I just want Pablo back. I would've said no to playing tomorrow if it meant he'd just talk to me.' And she said she would take the injury if that meant you could play again. Do you know how much that hurts to hear? That she'd rather give up her dream than not have you in her life? That's how much you mean to her. That girl has been here every single day since you got injured and you've said nada to her. You've talked to everyone else except Y/N. Why hermano? I just don't understand."

Pablo still said nothing. He took a deep breath, tears in his eyes.

"Yo sé," he answered. "Yo sé and it's killing me. But I don't want her to see me like this. All mangled and depressed. She should be living her dream, not watching me trying to walk every day."

Aurora sighed before raising her hand, slapping Pablo on his forehead.

"Ow! What the hell was that for?!" he yelled, grabbing the spot in pain.

"For being stupid, Stupid! Y/N has been your best friend since you started at La Masía! She's not judging you for getting injured! You couldn't help that and all she's wanted to do is support you because she knows how devastated you are. She's just as devastated for you!" Aurora said. "I know this has been hard for you, but you don't have to do it all alone, hermano. Just let her in and let her help you."

Aurora got up to leave Pablo with his thoughts. Before she closed the door, she peeked her head in and said, "And please at least watch her game. It's the least you can do after how you've treated her. You and I both know that."

You tossed and turned in your bed that night. With the excitement of finally making the first team and your best friend still ignoring you, sleep almost didn't come at all. Thankfully, you were able to get some rest that you knew you needed, especially if you were trying to prove yourself to your coach and the fans that you deserved some playing time.

Your stomach was in knots as you arrived at the stadium. You did your best to seem calm and collected knowing there were cameras filming the entrance to your very first game with Barça Feminí. But you didn't know what to think or what to feel. You just wanted a good game.

"Are you ready?" Lucy asked you, swinging an arm around your shoulders as you entered the dressing room.

"As ready as I'll ever be," you said nervously, twiddling your fingers.

"Aw, it's gonna be okay, Pequeña!" she said.  "You deserve this. It's been a long time coming honestly."

"Do you think I'll end up playing today?" you asked hopefully.

"There's been a lot of buzz about you online since you're close to the men's team. A lot of positivity mostly so I think people are excited to see you. But between you and me, I think you've got a good shot. You're our secret weapon," Lucy winked. "You're our Christmas miracle this year."

She gave your shoulder one final squeeze before parting, allowing the two of you to get dressed.

"What happens if you score a goal?" Aitana asked you as you tied your shoes. "Do you have a plan for it?"

You shrugged your shoulders. "I have an idea. But that's assuming I get on the field at all today, much less score a goal."

"You will. No doubt in my mind. It would be stupid of them not to, Pequeña."

You were flattered by your teammates' faith in you. Despite knowing the stack of players who were both in the starting XI and on the bench, you were honored to have been chosen as an option to play tonight. But while you were still unsure you'd see any playing time, your teammates were fairly confident in you and your abilities.

You dusted yourself off before you checked your phone, giggling when you saw the good luck messages from your friends and family. You sighed in disappointment still not seeing anything from Pablo, but you tried not to let it get to you. You threw your thoughts aside to focus on the game ahead of you, hoping you'd get subbed in at some point.

The game surprised the whole team. It was a lot trickier than any of you expected, your team struggling to convert any chances into goals. The score was tied at 1-1. The other team's defense was tough to break, and it was thanks to yours being just as good that they also weren't able to score as much. On top of that, the snow was starting to fall, making it harder to see and turning the air colder. You were all nervous that the win streak of the team would break today.

You were biting your nails as Alexia's shot was blocked once again, making you and the rest of the bench groan with disappointment. There were only a few minutes left on the clock. The team needed something and they needed something quickly.

"Y/N! Start warming up. I'm putting you in," Jonatán said. "Congratulations, Pequeña."

You looked at your coach before looking behind you. You repeated this several times before pointing at yourself in disbelief.

"Me? You're talking to me?" you squeaked.

"Sí, Pequeña, I'm talking to you. We need to change up the game plan and you're gonna be the magic we need to win this game. So I need you ready to go. Start running, Kid," he said before going back to coaching.

You let out a noise putting your hands over your mouth, still in shock over his decision. Your teammates all smiled brightly at you and cheered lightly, knowing that you were finally fulfilling your childhood dream. You stood to follow your coaches directions, but not before whispering something to Claudia, discreetly handing her a jersey. She nodded, smiling brightly and patting you on the head to send you on your way.

Your mind shifted to focus on what your game would be, but you couldn't help but think about Pablo. You shook off the thoughts, knowing that your friendship with him wasn't your priority right now. All you could do was hope that he was watching your game at home and cared enough to support you.

Your palms were sweating as you waited for Alexia to come off the field, your jersey number flashing on the board. This was the moment you'd been preparing your whole life for. And while you were nervous, you were more than ready for this.

Alexia hugged you and patted you on the head. "Go kill it, Pequeña," she whispered to you.

The moment you stepped onto the field officially replacing your captain, an indescribable feeling came over you. You could hear your team and the crowd cheering for you, all excited to see what you could do. Even though you felt the pressure on your shoulders, it didn't compare to what that atmosphere was like. There weren't any words in any language that could perfectly capture how you felt, but you knew that this was where you belonged. And you knew that you would do anything to feel this emotion for the rest of your life.

Lucy threw the ball in, initiating the start of play once again, snapping you out of your thoughts and putting you back into game mode. The ball was passed around amongst your teammates as you tried to figure out your options. You peaked over your shoulder, noticing a space that you knew you could use to your advantage. But you were also aware you were being marked by a defender, so your run would have to be quick and accurate. You made eye contact with Aitana and locked your eyes with hers subtly telling her that you had a plan. She launched the ball in your direction and you started sprinting as hard as you could, trying to keep the defender off your tail. The ball made contact with your foot as you kept running, dribbling the ball close to you. The other defenders had come quicker than you were expecting, but you knew you just had to keep going. You felt them grab your waist but you shrugged them off, pushing yourself to keep going. You scanned your surroundings not seeing a clear path for any of your teammates, but you did spot one right in front of the goal.

Your world stopped for a moment as your mind went back to your first day at La Masía. Pablo's face appeared in your mind as the words, 'Just take my hand and we'll reach our dreams of playing for the first team together', resounded in your ears. This was your dream and it was right in front of you. And you knew that despite your hesitation, you needed to just take a chance to reach that dream, just as you did all those years ago.

And so you kicked the ball towards the goal. The stadium held its breath as you all watched the ball fly past the defenders and slipping right past the goalkeeper's fingertips. You couldn't hear anything but the sound of the ball hitting the back of the net before deafening screams rang out from everyone around you. Your name and face flashed on the screen with a "GOL" next to your face.

Your eyes widened, realizing that not only was that your first touch of the ball in your very first game for the first team, but that you'd just scored your very first goal. Once you snapped back to your senses, you ran over to the side, kissing the badge on your shirt. You jumped into the air and screamed as you felt your teammates jumping onto you in celebration. You high fived everyone and huddled into a group hug, elated at the way you put the team into the lead, a "2-1" now appearing on the screen.

Knowing you didn't have much time for your own personal celebration, you broke off to the side running towards Claudia, who handed you the jersey you given to her earlier. You presented it to the crowd around you proudly. The camera zoomed in to display the "6 Gavi" on the screens around you. Despite not speaking to him for weeks, you wanted to still show your support for you recovering best friend because without him, you wouldn't even be playing that night. It was thanks to Pablo that you were here living your dreams, and this was your way of thanking him for everything he'd done.

Right before you turned back, you looked at the crowd one last time. And there in the stands was the boy himself sitting in the crowd with his cast on next to your families.

"You came," you said mostly to yourself in disbelief, feeling the tears form in your eyes, snow falling all around you.

Pablo nodded and cheered. Words didn't need to be spoken to know he was proud of you.

You laughed as you returned the smile. You knew things still had to be mended between the two of you, but you knew this was a step in the right direction. You presented the jersey a final time, hitting the badge on your own before tossing it back to Claudia and getting back into the game.

The snow fell around you as the final whistle was blown, your last minute goal being what your team needed to win the game. The bench ran to you and jumped on top, causing all of you to fall to the ground as you screamed in delight. The crowd cheered just as loudly for you, excited for the win and to see what more you could do for the team.

"You did it, Pequeña, you did it!" "You're our Christmas miracle!" "You deserve this!" "We're so proud of you!" were the words spoken by your teammates. This really was a dream come true.

You ended up earning the Player of the Match trophy for your heroics. You raised it to the fans as you walked over to the side for the interview as a means to thank them for the support.

"Wow! Y/N your first game and your first goal for Barça Feminí. How does it feel?" the interviewer asked you.

"Um, I can't really explain the feeling to be honest. Overwhelming but in a really good way," you answered honestly. "I've been dreaming of being in this position since I came to Barcelona when I was a kid, and I don't think it's fully hit me yet that I'm here."

"Well, there's been talks about you in La Masía and how you were going to be the secret weapon the team needed this season. Lots of people were anticipating your debut and I'm sure they're pleased to see what you've added to this team. They're already calling you 'the Christmas Miracle' online. Do you have any comments on that?" another interviewer asked.

"I'm really honored to have that sort of title," you laughed. "My teammates have been nothing but supportive and had complete faith that I would play today. And I couldn't be more grateful for all of them."

"And of course we have to talk about that goal celebration!" the interviewer said. "Culers loved the dedication to the beloved Gavi who is unfortunately injured and out for the season. Was there any particular reason for that?"

You grinned. "Gavi is the whole reason why I'm even here. On my first day at La Masía, I was so nervous I almost turned around and went home and Gavi was the one who convinced me that I belonged and helped me walk in. It's really all thanks to him that I worked up the courage and the passion to play."

"You must've been gutted to see him get injured," the other interviewer commented.

"I was probably just as devastated as he was," you replied. "I hate seeing any player injured, but to watch one of my best friends suffer was even worse. And since I'm here because of him, I wanted to honor him and his love for the sport and for the club. To let him know he might be off the field physically, but his spirit and his heart are still present with us. And to thank him for everything he's done for me."

"Gavi was in the crowd today and I'm sure he appreciated it. Well, congratulations Y/N on your first game and your first goal for the team. We hope to see more from you this season!" the interviewer said.

"Thank you so much!" you answered excitedly, giving each of them a small handshake before heading to the tunnels.

You spotted a figure in crutches waiting on the side for you leaning against the wall for support. You smiled and walked towards him.

"Hey stranger," you said softly, making him jump.

"Hey," Pablo answered, looking at his feet before averting his gaze to look at you.

"I can't deny I'm surprised to see you here, Pablito," you said, nudging him lightly.

"Aurora talked some sense into me. And I realized that wallowing in my own self pity wasn't more important than watching your first call up," he replied.

"What if I didn't end up playing?" you asked.

"First of all, you were always gonna play. There's no way you wouldn't. Honestly, I'm surprised it took this long for them to call you up when it should've happened years ago," Pablo said, shaking his head. "Second of all, it wouldn't have mattered to me anyway. Regardless of your playing time, I wanted to support you and your team just like you've been supporting me all this time. Even when I haven't deserved it."

He glanced at his wrapped leg. "I've been a jerk and a coward and I'm sorry for ignoring you. I just didn't want you to see me in this state because I was ashamed and embarrassed of this injury."

You rolled your eyes and flicked his forehead.

"Ow! What the hell?! You and Aurora have been hanging out too much," he grumbled.

"Yeah, because you're an idiot! I've known you since we were gross and snotty kids!" you exclaimed. "We've been best friends for literal years. If you haven't gotten rid of me yet, then that means I'm sticking around like those boogers you used to stick on the walls."

"You said you would stop bringing that up!" he whined, making you giggle.

"I'm serious though. Don't feel ashamed. Injuries happen and it's not your fault. All you can do now is lean on your loved ones for support and work to get better so you can come back stronger and better than ever," you said.

"But what if I don't?" he asked. "What if this injury ruined everything?"

"You're too stubborn for this to ruin your life," you said bluntly. "Does this sport mean everything to you? Will you give your all for your team once you come back?" Pablo nodded. "Then don't let this get you down. You just have to be patient and let the healing process do its thing. And once you get past that, you're gonna find yourself being the captain of Barcelona leading your team to greatness."

"Thank you," Pablo said seriously. "For everything. Te quiero, Pequeña."

"Te quiero también, Pablito," you said. "Estoy contigo por siempre."

You leaned over to give him a hug, but he stepped back.

"You can hug me later. You stink dude. And I'm cold. So hurry up and change. My parents are already with yours and they're making your favorite in celebration," Pablo whined. You just laughed, making your way into the dressing room.

Your first game had been something straight out of a fairytale. Your first call, first game, first touch, and first goal. It was everything you could've dreamed about when you stepped foot in Barcelona for the first time.

But while all of that was great, you got something even more important that night. And your Christmas miracle was in the form of the boy waiting for you in the tunnel.

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[lizzypotter14]

I am broke. Love this Fic so much. As much as I love Stonesy

Noel (No Faith)

Summary: You wanted more from John and he couldn't care less. So why then was he at your door on Christmas Eve?

Warnings: fwb-to-lovers!John, angst, SMUT, arguments, soft domJohn, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy!), creampie, fingering, pussy licking, playing with nipples, missionary, honestly it's all very soft sex, HAPPY ENDING

WC: 3.8K

A/N: 🎶On the second day of Ficmas my writer gave to me, some angst and smut with dear old Johnny🎶 Hi my name is Janelle and I'm ashamed to say I love John Stones 🫣. The song that inspired this fic is "Noel (No Faith)" by 7 Minutes in Heaven! This is one of, if not, my favorite Christmas song bc it's just so good and I really think you should give it a listen. And this is I think my longest fic to date so I hope you all enjoy!

Link to the Song: Noel (No Faith)

"Noel, Noel, I wish that you would come home for Christmas (for Christmas)

Don't make me wait another year

Noel, Noel, I can't be left alone

You can unwrap the truth, my dear

You're all I want for Christmas this year."

~~~

You sighed with content as you finished putting up the last of the lights on the Christmas tree. You took a step back and smiled, proud of your work. You'd spent the weekend decorating your house, trying to cope with the homesickness of your first Christmas in Manchester away from your family. The star was centered perfectly on the top of the tree, stockings hung on your fireplace (mostly for decoration), and even though it was already Christmas Eve, you were happy to see everything come together. Now you truly felt ready for Christmas.

Well, almost.

Christmas was usually your favorite time of year. But this would be the first year you would be spending it alone. And the first year spending it along with a broken heart. You still replayed the scene in your head every night since it happened. Since the night John Stones left your heart in pieces.

"I don't know why you're mad," John scoffed, rolling out of your bed. "We had an agreement."

"I mean, yeah we did," you said quietly, sitting up.

"So then what's the problem?" he asked, beginning to redress himself.

"The problem, John, is that you treat me more than this agreement was originally supposed to be!" you said exasperated. "You act jealous when I'm around other guys, you basically live with me at this point, you call me even if nothing special is going on just because you wanna hear my voice. What am I supposed to think about that?"

John pinched the bridge of his nose huffing. "Listen, things were outlined pretty clearly when we first started this. You didn't seem to have an issue then, nor last night when you were screaming my name."

"You're full of shit, John, you know that?" you said as tears began forming in the corners of your eyes. "Things can change and feelings can change. And I'm sorry I fell in love with you. I didn't intend to! It just happened and I'm being honest. You've known how I felt and you did nothing but treat me like you wanted it to!"

John sharply turned to face you. "I've been clear from the beginning that I wasn't looking to commit. I wanted some fun and that's what we got and that's all it's gonna be."

"So all of our little outings alone? All of the nights where we poured our hearts out to each other? Inviting me to all your games so I could proudly wear you jersey? That all meant nothing you to you?" you asked.

"Look, if you wanna stop just say so and be done with it," he said.

A tear fell from your eyes.

"I guess that's it then," you said quietly.

Despite the fact that this happened months ago, you couldn't find it in you to move on. John made you feel so special, so different. You knew what the boundaries were when you agreed to be friends with benefits, but you couldn't help but fall in love with him. Every day that went by, you only missed John more.

Still, John didn't have to be such a dick about the whole thing. He was the one you led you on and left that night, not once looking back. It wasn't like you ended with solely unrequited love and he let you down gently. He made you feel like shit for catching feelings, like you didn't matter to him. You felt used and it felt disgusting.

So why did you find yourself missing him more than ever? Why were you holding out hope for him? Why were you still keeping your faith in him when he had no faith in you?

"Please come home," you whispered, looking at the star on top of your tree illuminating the room. You knew your wish was futile, but maybe this year would be your year for a Christmas miracle.

As you turned back upstairs, a knocking on the door stopped you in your tracks. You cocked your head in confusion. It was Christmas Eve and everyone you knew was spending Christmas with their families. You weren't expecting anyone to come visit. You were even more confused when you opened the door to find the very man you'd been wanting to see.

"John?" you said puzzled.

"I know it's Christmas Eve and we haven't spoken in weeks, but I just really needed to talk to you. Is that okay?" he asked, the words rapidly leaving his mouth as his body shook from the cold.

"I-" You hesitated. "I'm not really sure if that's a good idea."

"Please? I just need you to know and if after that you never wanna see me again, then I'll leave you alone," he replied desperately.

Letting the spirit of Christmas overpower your overwhelming urge to kick him in the face and leave him in the cold, you opened your door wider to let him in. John quickly stepped into the warmth of your home, rubbing his hands together.

"Let me start up the kettle for some tea. You wait on the couch and I'll grab you a blanket too," you said, gesturing to the living room he was more than familiar with.

"Thank you, Y/N," he said gratefully.

You took a deep breath as you made your way into the kitchen. "Dude, I know I said I wanted a Christmas miracle, but I wasn't emotionally prepared for this," you muttered to yourself as you filled the kettle with water. Once the stove was on, you grabbed a blanket from your closet for the man sitting in your living room.

"Here," you said, handing it to him.

"You remembered," he said quietly. You almost asked what he was talking about when you saw the familiar checkered pattern on the blanket. You grabbed the first one you saw, not realizing you'd instinctually grabbed John's favorite blanket.

"Truthfully, that was an accident," you said, trying to lighten up the mood. It didn't really work as the air grew awkward and thick, neither of you really knowing what to say.

"Um, I'll be right back and get your tea," you said awkwardly, quickly getting up.

You took your time, trying to mentally prepare yourself for the conversation. Why was he here? What did he want? Why Christmas Eve? So many questions rolled into your mind as you made his tea just the way he liked.

You came back and handed him the mug, John muttering a thanks before sipping on the tea.

"John, why are you here?" you asked exasperated, finally breaking the silence.

"I…" John sighed. "I wanted to talk."

You crossed your arms. "Well, you're here now. So talk."

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the tops of his thighs, setting the mug on the table. "I know that I fucked up, really fucked up. And I left you hanging after leading you on for so long." He turned to look at you. "And I just wanted to say I'm sorry for ever treating you so horribly. You've never deserved it and you were right, you can't help how you feel about someone."

"Thank you," you said.

"I thought I'd be fine after walking out that day," he continued. "To me, it really was just a thing that we did and nothing more. But days turned into weeks turned into months and something was wrong. It didn't matter who I tried to get with. I just couldn't do it. Every single girl just reminded me of you. At first, I didn't really I was comparing everyone to you until one day when it hit me. And I haven't been able to stop thinking about you and how you make me feel."

"And how do I make you feel, John?" you asked, curling your legs underneath you.

"Alive. You give me that drive and passion to do what I love, to be a better man. I miss the way you pretended to be asleep just so I would kiss you awake. I miss the way you play with my hair after a long day at practice or a late night game. I miss the way you felt in my arms. I miss the way your eyes light up at the sight of the stupid festive cups at coffee shops. I miss how I didn't have to fear who I was or who I wanted to be because you always brought out the best in me. God, I just miss you so much and I can't believe how stupid I was for not seeing it until you were long gone," he said on the verge of tears.

Neither of you said anything for a while after his confession. The tension only grew thicker as John anticipated your reaction, mentally preparing himself for the worst.

"You still hurt me, John," you replied after a while. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about what you did that day. How you left me feeling used and stupid and dumb. I thought you and I were on the same page and I couldn't have been further from the truth."

John gently took both of your hands in his. You allowed him to gently lace his fingers through yours, shivers running down your spine as he thumbs stroked your hand.

"I know," he said. "I know, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry I took you for granted. I'm sorry I didn't appreciate you while I had you. But if you give me a chance, I swear to you I'll make it up to you and show you how much you mean to me."

"John…." you trailed off. "I don’t know. I don't know how I can trust you again after what you did."

He tightened his grip on your hand. "You don't have to give me an answer today. You don't even have to give me an answer for the rest of the year. I'll wait as long as you need. Even if you decide no, I'll still be waiting here for you."

"Johnny, I don't want you to be waiting for me," you said softly. "That wouldn't be fair on you."

He shook his head. "No, Y/N, I'm the one who hasn't been fair to you at all. Waiting is the least I can do for you."

A silence fell, the two of you lost in your own thoughts. John was wondering if he'd been too late to fix things, if his chance was gone. Meanwhile, you were thinking if he even deserved another chance. It had taken you months to even fathom getting over him. Was this a test to see if you truly belonged together? Or was this a red flag that was being blatantly waved in front of you?

All the while, you never thought to release your hand from John's. It felt right for your hand to be there. While your head was in turmoil, it was also the calmest it had been since the day he left.

"Why did you come here tonight?" you asked, breaking the silence. "Why tonight specifically? Why didn't you come earlier or later in the year?"

"Because I know how much Christmas means to you," he replied. "I knew I was risking ruining your holiday, but I wanted to show you that I'm serious about this, more serious than anything I've ever done in my life."

"Will you stay?" you asked him with hopeful eyes, still being unsure of your feelings but not quite wanting him to leave.

"Baby, I'll stay as long as you want me here," John said, looking into your eyes. His hands moved from yours to cup your cheeks. "Would you like me to stay?"

You nodded. "You can stay in the guest room for the night so we can have some space. I'll grab you more blankets."

Too quickly for your liking, you pulled away, his hands lingering on your face just a little bit longer. While you wanted him next to you, it probably wasn't the best idea all things considered. You grabbed some spare blankets, alongside some spare clothes of his you couldn't bare to part with, handing them to him.

"I'm really surprised you still have these," John said.

You shrugged. "I still have everything you gave me quite frankly."

John's heart stopped for a moment. Maybe there was still a chance for you to have faith in him again.

"If you need me, just knock on my door, okay?" you said, leaning against the doorframe.

"I will. Good night, Y/N," he answered.

"Good night, John," you said softly.

You quickly got ready for bed, turning the light off in your room. You made yourself comfortable underneath the warmth of the blankets, but you still felt cold. How could you sleep properly knowing John was next door? Knowing that he wanted you back? You tossed and turned for a few hours, but you knew you wouldn't be getting any sleep that night, especially because you just wanted to be in the comfort of his arms.

You got out of bed to get some water, wanting to walk a bit to clear your head. You opened your door to come face to face with John, whose hand was raised indicating that he was about to knock on your door. You nearly screamed before you realized who he was.

"Jesus Christ, John! You scared the shit out of me," you said panting, putting your hand on your chest.

"Sorry," he apologized. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"That's okay, I only just lost a few years off my life," you joked. "But is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just couldn't really sleep," he answered, "and honestly I just really wanted to see you."

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, not really knowing what to say. You got lost in his eyes, that feeling you've always had with him returning.

Acting purely on instinct, both of you reached for each other, lips smashing desperately against each other. You felt like you could breathe again despite how hard the two of you were kissing. It just felt right that he was there with you. It felt right how his body was perfectly molded to yours.

John closed to door behind you, gently pushing you against it. His kisses were passionate yet still soft and gently, almost like he was afraid to hurt you. His hands were firmly around your waist as yours were around his neck, your fingers running through his hair.

"Jump," he whispered against you.

You obliged, wrapping your legs around him. He walked you to your bed, gently placing you on it as he climbed on top, your lips not parting once. He pulled away only to remove both of your shirts before returning to kiss you. His hands moved to your tits, gently squeezing them. You let out a breathy moan of his name.

"I missed his so much," he said just as breathlessly. "I missed your pretty little moans, baby." He squeezed a little harder, making your moans grow louder. "That's it, Let me hear you, Y/N."

His kisses started trailing down your jaw to your neck, his teeth nipping the skin. Little red marks were left in his wake until his mouth hovered over your nipple. He gently blew on it before taking it into his mouth, making a loud moan leave your body.

"You like that, baby?" John asked.

"Yes, John," you answered, your body squirming underneath him. "I love it so much."

John switched sides, your hands guiding his head there. He sucked harder, causing your hips to roll against his, groaning when your clothed cunt made contact with the bulge under his pants. His lips trailed down once again until he hit the band of the sweatpants you were wearing, noting that technically, they were his.

"Can I take this off, Y/N?" he asked, looking up at you.

You nodded your head frantically. "Yes, please take them off, please."

His hands grabbed the band and pulled down, moaning when he realized you weren't wearing any underwear.

"No underwear, baby? Are you trying to kill me?" he growled.

"It's comfortable, okay?" you squeaked out. "You know I've always preferred it that way."

John licked his lips as he laid his eyes on your pussy, the folds glistening with your wetness.

"Can I-" he started, but you cut him off.

"Yes, yes please!" you said desperately. "I need to feel your mouth on my pussy, John!"

He chuckled before licking your pussy, making you moan, your hands flying to grab his curls. John took his time licking from the bottom all the way to your clit. He repeated this motion several times, loving the way you tugged on him in desperation.

"Fuck!" you screamed when his lips sucked on your clit, your hips bucking into his face. "Fuck just like that!"

He sucked harder as one of his fingers teased your entrance. Your chest was up and down rapidly as your heartbeat quickened. You moaned loudly when his finger entered you, immediately hitting your g spot. He wasn't moving fast, but he was pressing deep into your pussy, making everything more intense.

"That feels so good," you said, "please don't stop. So good."

You hadn't slept with anyone since John. You couldn't possible bring yourself to. The only pleasure you'd gotten was from yourself, meaning your body more sensitive than usual. You felt your release coming fast.

"John, I think I'm gonna cum," you moaned out. In response, John picked up the pace, adding another finger. "I'm right there, baby, I just need a little bit more." John shook his head back and forth as he finger fucked you hard and fast. You screamed out, pulling his head further into your pussy as your release hit you. Your back arched against the bed, John taking one of the hands from behind his head to lace them together. You squeezed his hand as a wave of cum flooded his mouth, John happily licking all of it up.

You brought his face back up to your lips, needing to feel them against yours once again. You moaned slightly at the taste of yourself, John's hand gently cupping your cheek to kiss you deeper. He quickly took his bottoms off guiding his cock to your entrance. He tapped the head against your clit and your hips rolled.

"Is this okay?" John asked. "Are you sure you want this?"

You nodded desperately. "Please John, I need to feel you. Please."

He ran his cock through your folds before slowly pushing in, his body leaning over yours. You almost screamed at the way he was stretching your pussy.

"Fuck, baby, you're so tight," he hissed out. "When's the last time this pussy was touched by someone other than yourself?"

"Not since the day you left," you answered meekly. John's dick got even harder inside you.

"Yeah? This pussy is mine right baby?" he asked, bottoming out and stilling his hips.

"Mhm, all yours," you whined out, your body unable to stay still as he filled you.

"Are you okay?" he asked, looking deep into your eyes. "Do you need a minute?"

"Mhm," you answered. "I'm okay. Are you okay?"

"I'm more than okay, baby," he answered as he stroked your hair lightly, making your heart swell.

"John?" you asked.

"Yeah?"

"Give it to me please," you whispered. "I need it please!"

"I got you, baby," he said, kissing your forehead.

John moved his hips keeping a slow but deep pace. Your legs wrapped around him, needing to feel him pressed against you as you kissed him. John normally had you screaming at the top of your lungs, but this was different. This felt different. Nothing more was needed but breathy moans into each other's mouths, John really only picking up the pace slightly.

"It feels so good, Johnny," you moaned breathlessly. "So fucking good."

"Yeah? Feels good baby, doesn't it?" he asked. You nodded, eyes rolling back. "This pussy was made for me."

"Mhm. So big," you babbled. "Fucks me so good."

"You're taking it so well," he praised softly. "You look so fucking beautiful when you take my cock like this. Like you were meant to be here with me."

Tears started to form in your eyes, making John still.

"Baby, don't cry," he said worriedly. He wiped away the tears that were falling. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I'll stop if you want me to."

You shook your head. "No, don't stop. I've just wanted you to say those words to me. Please keep going."

"Are you sure? We don't have to keep going if you wanna stop," he said unsure.

"Johnny, please," you begged. "I want this. I want you. I don't want anything but you."

"Me too, baby," John replied as he moved his hips, keeping the same deep pace as before. "And I'm sorry it took me this long to realize it." He brought his hands to yours, pressing you into the bed as your fingers intertwined. "Do you hear me? I love you, Y/N. So. Fucking. Much," he said, thrusting as hard as he could to emphasize his words. "And I'm never fucking letting you go again."

"I love you too," you moaned. "I really do."

"I'm close," he said, rubbing your clit.

"Fuck, me too," you said.

"Cum with me, baby. That's it. Cum for me."

You back arched as you had the most intense orgasm of your life, squeezing John's hands as you let out a loud moan. John groaned at the feeling of your pussy clenching around him, triggering his own release. He came deep inside you, gently thrusting to get every last bit of his cum in you.

You both laid there panting for a moment staring into each others eyes, foreheads resting against one another.

"I think that's the hardest I ever came," he chuckled. "I don't think I've ever cum that much before."

"It felt really good," you admitted, "to be filled up like that."

"I love you, Y/N," he said again.

"I love you too, John."

John rolled off of you, getting up to grab a towel to clean you up. He gently ran it over your body, not wanting to hurt you. He cleaned himself before tossing the towel into the laundry and climbing back into bed.

"God, you're beautiful," he whispered to himself in awe of you.

"Will you stay?" you asked.

"Always," he replied.

John looked over at the clock to see it was past midnight.

"Merry Christmas, baby," he said. "Thank you for being the best present I could've ever had."

"Merry Christmas, Johnny. Thank you for coming home," you said, your eyes fluttering shut.

"I wouldn't wanna be anywhere else but with you."

John held you tight that night and every night after that. And you were glad you kept your faith in him. For John Stones was your Christmas miracle and that was all you needed.

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[lizzypotter14]

This is such a fun and light read. Great way to start the Ficmas

Minecraft Christmas

Summary: When you are unable to visit Gio for Christmas, you decide to spend it together in an unconventional way.

Warnings: lots of fluff

WC: 1.4K

A/N: 🎶 On the first day of Ficmas my writer gave to me, some fluff with Giovanni 🎶 Hi everyone and welcome to Ficmas! I thought I'd start it off with someone I've written for before, Gio Reyna! This fic is inspired by "Minecraft Christmas" by Area 11 ft Simon. This song is fire no I will not apologize for using it lol. I hope you guys like it, and I hope you stick around for the rest of Ficmas!

Link for the Song: Minecraft Christmas

"Cause it's a Minecraft Christmas time

Chilling with my buddies everyone is online

There's a whole world of joy and cheer

That's a very very very nice Christmas you're having-

A very, very, very nice Christmas (Woo-ooh)

A very, very, very nice Christmas we're having this year."

~~~

"No baby, get away! Don't look it's not time!" your boyfriend said, punching the air around you in an attempt to get you away from his house.

"But Gio, I'm impatient!" you whined. "I wanna see it now!"

"Babe, it's a Christmas surprise. You have 10 minutes left. All you gotta do is wait 10 minutes!" he said, punching holes in the ground right below you.

"Okay, okay! Stop trying to hit me I got diamonds on me, my guy!" you grumbled, turning back to your house as Gio punched the air triumphantly.

Christmas had been your favorite time of year since you were a kid. Something about the atmosphere just brought life and joy into your life. And Christmas with your boyfriend was even more magical than you could've dreamed of. Your families grew up in neighboring towns coincidentally, so once the two of you began dating, you always spent it together. And if Gio wasn't able to go home, you'd travel to him instead, celebrating the holidays in whatever city he was playing in at the time. You'd decorate his home with stockings, Christmas lights, and of course, a tree with whatever quirky ornaments you'd collected over the years. When it snowed enough, you'd have snowman building competitions followed by snowball fights of epic proportions. Gio was the perfect addition to a holiday you already treasured, making it all the more special to you.

Unfortunately, this year you weren't able to spend Christmas together. You tried your hardest to align his schedule with yours, but your job was horrendously understaffed and couldn't afford to have you off for the last few weeks of the year. It was aggravating considering how much extra work you'd been putting in specifically for the holiday off, but your manager just wouldn't budge. However, Gio was more than understanding, especially considering how much you traveled to be able to see him.

So instead of allowing this to dampen your Christmas spirit, the two of you were playing on a Minecraft server together. It was a pastime the two of you often indulged in as a way to combat the time zones and do fun things together. With a controller in your hand, headphones over your ears, and his face appearing on videochat on your PC, it was an unconventional yet fun way for you to spend Christmas together.

"If you blow up my house again, I'm gonna kill you," you grumbled, spinning in circles to kill the time.

"I wouldn't do that for Christmas. Maybe New Year's. You know, for fireworks or something," He retorted, making your jaw drop.

"That's so rude!" you said offended.

He shrugged his shoulders. "You call it rude, I call it festive."

You pinched the bridge of your nose. "What am I gonna do with him?" you muttered to yourself.

"Hey, your life would be much more boring without me in it," he said nonchalantly.

You rolled your eyes, but you knew he was right. It had been a few years since you'd caught Gio's eye at a US friendly. He found you so breathtaking he literally fell for you, accidentally tripping over his own feet in front of the whole stadium. Despite the embarrassment he felt, it was worth the moment Gio saw the bright smile on your face. He was the cause of it, and he wanted to be the cause of it for the rest of your lives. He tossed you his jersey at the end of the game, along with his number, and the rest was history.

"Please," you scoffed, "you're the one who fell for me, not the other way around."

"We said we wouldnt bring it up anymore!" he whined, making you giggle. "It's Christmas, baby, you can't be doing this to me!"

"Technically, we have 2 minutes until Christmas," you smirked, making him pout on your screen.

"I spent all this time on your surprise and this is the thanks I get."

"And I'm the dramatic one he says," you rolled your eyes.

"Oh baby, you can come back now! We have one minute left!" Gio said excitedly.

You traveled the short distance, passing through the rainy area of the island you lived on and entering the snowy one of your boyfriend's. It was fitting considering it was Christmas Eve.

"How come your side gets snow and mine gets rain?" you asked him, making your way to his house. "That's so unfair."

"You're the one who decided to build aaaall the way over there, dude," you shrugged. "I told you to build right next to me but noooooo, you 'needed space.' Why do you need space?"

"Because you'd probably create a huge ass system to blow up my house every day, Giovanni," you said flatly, arriving in front of him. "I know you too well."

"Okay, I need you to start that Christmas playlist now." You rolled your eyes but complied, the music playing through the speakers for the both of you to hear. "Are you ready for this?"

"Give me all you got," you answered.

Gio checked the clock, beginning his countdown. "Three, two, one, Merry Christmas! Welcome to my humble abode!" He said proudly, opening the door to his home.

To say you were stunned was an understatement. Gio had really gone all out despite it only being a video game. His entire house was decorated as best it could with Christmas decorations: stockings on his little fireplace, Christmas light arrangements, dinner set on the table. He even went out of his way to make a Christmas tree. Just the way that he knew you loved to decorate your house.

"Wh-what is this?" you asked in shock, a smile forming on your face.

"It's a Minecraft Christmas!" he exclaimed, loving how happy you looked.

"When did you find all the time to do all of this?" you asked again, spinning around to really take in his work.

"I made time," he smiled. "I figured that if we can't spend Christmas together in person, at least we can do it in our house here. It's not the same, but the spirit is here all the same!"

You stared at him through the screen of your computer, touched that he went through the effort of doing all of this just to simulate Christmas together.

"Oh, I even got you a present! Open the chest!" he said excitedly.

You opened the chest to see a full set of armor, weapons, and he even went as far as making plenty of potions for your monster hunting and mining adventures, something the two of you frequented quite often.

"And I did it all myself. No creative mode necessary," he bragged.

"No way! This chest is full, G. This must've taken you weeks to get all the supplies!" you said in disbelief.

You could see him shaking his head. "Yep. I grinded for weeks to get all this stuff. But I don't care about that. I only get the best for my girl. It doesn't matter whether it's a present in Minecraft or the present I sent to your house. You deserve it all, baby."

Your eyes widened as you understood what he just said. "You sent a present to my house?! I thought you said you wanted to give me my present in person once I went to Germany again!"

Even through your phone screen, you could see Gio's eyes twinkling with excitement, just like a little kid opening his presents.

"Oh, you're still getting that present when you come back. But I saw this one and I knew I had to send it to you. It was meant to be here by tonight, but you know how shipping can be sometimes," he explained. "Either way, I'm glad I had this ready for you. I know how much you love seeing the house decorated. I even have snow blocks to build snowmen together in case it didn't end up snowing so we can still have our snowman friends!"

Christmas was indeed your favorite season. And having Gio was truly the best present that you could possibly ask for. He went above and beyond for you despite it only being in a video game, and it just showed how lucky you were to have him.

"Thank you for all of this. I love you, G," you said sweetly, smiling brightly at him.

"I love you too, Y/N. Merry Christmas," he replied, returning your smile. "Now let's eat this cake. I gotta regenerate my health before we fight off these creepers tonight!"

"What have we said about explosions on Christmas?!"

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[lizzypotter14]

This was such a light a great read. Missing this type of pots.

Golf Practice (Mason Mount x Reader)

WC: 1.7K

Warnings: sexually suggestive language, cursing (minors be warned)

A/N: even tho i didn't know anything about golf, i wrote this just cuz i can't resist golfer!mase (i did some research and still don't get golf lmao). also this has been sitting on my draft for a while and i forgot to post it 💀 hope you guys enjoy and i’d love to hear your thoughts thru ask/reply/reblog 💗 this was not proofread so apologies for any errors! feedbacks are highly appreciated 🤍

—

“Y/N, are you ready?”

“Wait, wait,” you fixed your shirt, grabbed your golf cap – which Mason just bought for you recently just for this occasion – and put on your shoes.

You closed and locked the bedroom door. “Okay, let’s go.”

Mason took a good look at you and couldn’t stop himself from complimenting you.

“My God, Y/N,” he gulped, “you are so fucking sexy.” 

“Oh pfft,” you tried to cover the fact that he instantly made you blush, “just keep your pants on, mister.”

“Seriously though, I really mean what I say!” He laughed.

“You look so good it’s almost hard to resist.” He continued.

“Yeah yeah yeah, whatever, can we please just go???” You insisted.

“Okay, okay, off we go then.”

He grabbed the car keys then playfully slapped your butt before he sprinted his way to the car.

“Wha- Mason!” You gasped.

—

You and Mason finally arrived at the golf course. You have never been to one before, and you were a little bit stunned when you saw how big the course was.

“Mase… I thought we were going to like, smaller golf course or something.”

“Hmm, I don’t know what made you think that but this is the place I usually play with the lads.”

“And now you’re just playing… With me?”

He laughed at your question.

“Duh, this is a date, no?”

“Yeah…” You scratched your head. “I mean, I feel like this is way too big for just us. Also you know I’ve never played golf before and this kind of makes me nervous.”

Mason then leaned in and kissed you on the top of your head.

“Don’t be nervous, my love. We’re here to just simply have fun... I will teach you if you want.” He softly assured you.

You knew it was just for fun, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit – no, not a bit, very – competitive. You’re aware you can be a sore loser sometimes, and though Mason has seen that side of you a few times, you still didn’t want to be a pain in the ass when losing especially on a sport you have not even one clue about.

“Okay, but you know I still want to win, right?” You bluntly told him.

“Of course.” He nodded and smiled.

“But just so you know, I’m so good at this you probably have little to no chance of winning this time, Y/L/N.” He said smugly.

“Oh, it’s on like a prawn who yawns at dawn, Mount.”

—

The entire time, Mason was the one driving the golf cart. You both were chatting away while your eyes were wandering around the course.

“Imagine having a course this big in your backyard,” you said to yourself, “pretty hard to maintain, I assume.”

“I mean, you sure can pay people to take care of it.” Mason chimed in.

“Yeah, if I have the money to pay them.” You shook your head.

“If you have a golf course in your backyard, then you must definitely have tons of money beforehand, Y/N!” He laughed.

“Do you see our future house with a golf course, hun?” You asked him.

“I don’t know, maybe?” He answered. “But I want a small football pitch more, though.”

“Yes, that sounds more like us. I like that idea as well.” You agreed to him.

“I would love to practice with our kids there one day. That would be great, right Y/N?”

You smiled. You do love the idea of playing football with your future little family in the backyard one day.

“Sounds wonderful.”

—

“Okay, I’ll go first.” Mason said as he took two golf clubs from the bag, then handed one for you.

“Watch how I play closely, yeah?”

“Mmm, gladly.” You responded jokily, as you stood slightly behind him.

This time, you made him blush. He shook his head and cleared his throat, then fixed his posture before making a move.

“Nice butt, by the way.” You teased him.

“Y/N!” He briefly tilted his head back and squeezed his eyes. “Focus, please.”

“Okay, okay, sorry,” you giggled, “go on baby.”

He got into position and swung the club. You both then carefully watched where the ball landed.

“Alright, that’s my mark,” Mason pointed out at where the ball was, “try to hit your ball further if you can.”

“But I doubt you can.” He sarcastically murmured.

“Uh, I heard that!”

You then walked back to the initial spot and tried to imitate Mason’s posture before swinging the ball.

“Mase, is this correct?” You asked.

“Hmm, not quite.” He replied.

“Is it alright if I stand behind you to help?” He politely asked – a real gentleman he is.

“Yeah, go ahead.” You agreed. “Just try not to get hard, yeah?”

He immediately snorted and laughed.

“I’ll take my chances.” He funnily responded back.

He stood right behind you and started helping fix your posture until it felt right.

“Don’t hold back while swinging. Put your full strength on it.” He suggested.

“Like this?”

You gave yourself a try at swinging the golf club. You didn’t see it but you almost hit him on the head with the club.

“Whoop, careful!” He put down the club. “Here, I’ll guide you.”

He put his arms around yours and carefully guided you the right way to swing. With him gently helping you this close, you couldn’t exactly pay good attention to what he was trying to teach you. 

“This feels so intimate.” You blurted it out.

He chuckled.

“Focus, Y/N. You want to win, no?”

You nodded. My God, I love it when he is in this serious mode, you thought to yourself. The truth was you started to feel slightly turned on, but you were trying to resist your urge since you also genuinely wanted to learn how to play golf – you were basically fighting for your life. You were supposed to learn and practice with your “personal coach” but your mind was filled with filthy thoughts about the things you wanted your boyfriend – who was guiding you through your first-ever golf game at the moment – to do to you.

“Y/N, are you still with me?”

Whoops, you just realized you were so caught up with your thoughts you were spaced out for a bit – and of course Mason noticed.

“Yeah, yeah, I am. Sorry.”

After a few tries, you told Mason you finally felt ready to take your first swing. He stepped back and cheered you on.

“Let’s go my love!”

You got into position then tried to swing your golf club, but you failed to hit the ball. Both you and Mason suddenly burst into laughter.

“Y/N, you’re the prettiest but what a terrible golfer you are!” Mason made fun of you.

“Shut up Mase! That was only the first try!” You defended yourself.

You gave it another try, this time you did hit the ball but it was definitely not a good shot. The ball only landed around 30 centimeters across from you – you didn’t hit the ball hard enough and obviously, Mason’s was way further.

“Fuck!” You yelled in frustration.

“That’s fine, baby, you’re fine!” Mason rubbed your shoulders and kissed your head. “Well done nevertheless.”

—

At the end of the game, it was clear that Mason won. You don’t like to lose, no, but you were totally fine losing to him since golfing was very new to you. But for someone who could be very impatient most times, golf actually helped you exercise your patience even for a tiny bit. At the beginning, you repeatedly expressed a lot of frustration especially when the ball didn’t get into the hole, but slowly you learned how to be more calm and eventually after a few rounds less swear words came out of your mouth. Also, having a cute, hot date did make it a lot more fun.

Mason was happy to beat you but he lowkey wanted you to win – just because he loves to see you win. He never thought you would agree on a golf date, knowing you have never played before or have never shown any interest in the sport. He initially thought of doing miniature golf with you, but somehow he changed his mind and brought you to an actual golf course instead. He even bought you a brand new golf cap merely because he got so excited to go golfing with you. He also really enjoyed helping you practice, he thought it was the best thing that happened today.

“This was so fun, my love. Thanks for doing this with me.” He said at the end of the date.

He then gave you a quick kiss on your lips.

“Fun for you, meh for me.” You playfully rolled your eyes.

“What can I say? I’m just that good.” He bragged.

“Mmhm, I’ll give it to you this time. Next time, I’m going to beat your ass.” You said to him.

He grinned widely and patted your head.

“Sure, kid. Looking forward to the next one. And the other next ones.”

—

Now back at home, after you changed your clothes you saw Mason sitting at the backyard, cleaning the used golf clubs before storing them. You decided to join him there – you quietly approached him then hugged him from behind. He was a little surprised – even jumped out of his seat a little – when you did that but he tried to hide it from you.

“I knew you were coming, I can smell your perfume from afar.” This was his attempt to save his face.

“Oh I believe you.” You giggled as you kissed his cheek.

“You know, Mase,” you gently caressed his arm and seductively whispered into his ear, “I would very much love it if you smash me like you smashed the golf balls today.”

His eyebrow was raised quickly and he immediately turned his head towards you.

“Oh, really?”

You smirked.

“Mmhmm… Consider that as your prize for today.”

“Yeah? Do you really want me to uh, “smash” you as hard as I did to those balls?” He bit his lip as he teased you.

“Harder.” You emphasized.

“Well, since you asked for it…” Mason stood up, picked you up then started kissing your neck and lips, “it is my duty to deliver.”

—

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[lizzypotter14]

All for it

We've been hearing a lot about dad!Mase and it's just awesome...but imagine dad!Ben to add to the dad!squad?! Soft soft Benji cuddling his tiny little bean in his arms while mama rests by his side.

Omg stop it! 🥹 he’d be so soft throughout it all!

When you’re pregnant, he would be so careful with you, constantly checking you’re okay, making sure you have your pregnancy pillow at the ready at all times! You go to get up to get a drink and he’s automatically up and like ‘what do you want? I’ll go get it’ and you try to protest but he just won’t let you strain at all! He’s constantly kissing your belly and rubbing it. He keeps telling you how beautiful you look pregnant. When you’re in public, if you’re standing, he’s always standing behind you, his hands on your stomach, being so careful with you. Telling everyone how amazing you’ve been already. Painting the nursery however you want it, doing everything he can on his own because he wants to experience it 🫶🏻

Then when you go into labour, he’s by your side, refusing to play as your delivery date nears that you scold him for but Poch is so supportive of it! Constantly telling you how amazing you’re doing when a contraction hits, stroking your hair and kissing your temple constantly to try and keep you calm. Let’s you squeeze his hand as hard as you want, just taking it to help you. When you finally deliver your little baby, he’s crying and telling you how proud he is. He’s a little scared to hold your baby at first but you assure him that he’s not going to hurt them so when he does, he just cries even more, and keeps saying how perfect they are and how much he loves you 🥰

And when finally take the little bean home, you both lay on the sofa, your head on his shoulder, his arm around you while your baby is fast asleep on his bare chest while you both just look at the cutest bundle of joy while Oscar puts his head on your lap 🥹

Oh my lord, now I NEED dad!Ben! 🥹😭

Please send me more of these 😭 thank you anon for making me broody! 🫶🏻

[lizzypotter14]

My heart cannot take this

They're Not You - B.Chilwell

Pairing: Ex!Ben Chilwell x reader Word Count: 7038 she’s a long one! Warnings: Post break up, moving on, seeing ex again, flashbacks, heart break, angst Notes: This is an idea that @chillymountsjess had and when she told me about it, I wanted nothing more than to write it! I had a vision straight away and I feel like I've captured it here! The idea was based off of 'Love Me Like You' by Little Mix, feel free to listen to it while reading this! Feedback is appreciated as always

It's just another Friday, I stand in front of the mirror, smoothing out my black dress and running my hand through my curls that sat on my shoulders so they looked less like ringlets and more like loose curls. I stare at my reflection and think to myself 'what am I even doing?'. Going on a date when I'm not even over him yet...is that even fair to the guy? Another friend of a friend, going for dinner and a drink or two...nothing serious has to happen. Nothing is going to fix this feeling of missing him.

A knock from my apartment door takes me out of my thoughts as I let out a shaky breath and apply another layer of lipstick before walking over and stopping in front of it. "You can do this" I say to myself and open it slowly to reveal my date for the night.

Ryan, that’s his name. He is cute, blue eyes, but not the deep blue I used to get lost in. Brown hair, but not long like the brown hair I used to run my hands through. He is wearing a blue button up shirt and black trousers, holding a bouquet of flowers, roses to be exact.

"Hi Y/N, you look beautiful tonight" He smiles at me as he leans over and places a kiss to my cheek as he hands me the flowers

"Thank you. Let me just put these in some water, please come on in" I tell him as I walk over to the kitchen, my heels clicking on the hardwood floor as I go. I put them in water and grab my handbag on the way back to the hallway to see Ryan stood with his hands in his pockets, looking at the various paintings that lined the walls.

"Did you paint these?" He asks nervously, pointing to the wall

"Yeah, I did. Painting is an escape sometimes" I say, looking at a few myself. It's true, since my relationship with him who shall not be named ended, I needed an outlet, I needed to express my heartbreak and anger in a productive way and Sophia suggested painting at a local art studio and well...I t worked, as did Yoga and Pilates with her and Andrea, both of them helping me through the worst hurt I have ever felt from my ex-boyfriend, Ben Chilwell.

"I can understand why, we all need something" He smiled sweetly, taking me from the toxic thoughts, before holding his arm out "shall we go?" I take his arm and let him lead me down to his car.

We get down to his car and I see a brand new, dark green Aston Martin DBX sat in front of my apartment block and a feeling of uncertainty settles in my stomach as we walk towards it and Ryan opens the passenger door for me to which I politely get in.

"Do you like my ride? I heard your ex had a Lamborghini Urus, this is bigger and better and more expensive" Ryan speaks, with a smug tone. Do I care? No, no I do not.

"Is this a pissing contest?" I snap, not realising what has hit me

Ryan looks at me shocked and then his face softens, like he now realises what he said "Shit, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that, there was no need to at all" he was sympathetic and well...everyone deserves a second chance right?

"It's fine, sorry for the reaction" I chuckle, trying to stop the awkward tension that was starting to appear.

“It’s fine, let’s just forget I said anything! Ready to go?” He asked me with a smile and I just nodded in response, feeling the car set off.

I watched the world outside fly past as we drove down the street to the restaurant. We stopped at a stop light making me catch my own reflection in the side view mirror before I heard his voice “you really do look beautiful tonight”

I collected myself as I turned to him “thank you Ryan, I appreciate that” I smile my best fake smile at him as he sets off again.

But as I sit here, I can’t help but think back to my first date with Ben. He had showed up half an hour early because he was worried about being late. He kissed my cheek when I answered the door and brought tulips because I mentioned I liked them in conversation. He took my hand as he guided me to his car, opening the door for me. He’d held my hand into the restaurant, his arm going around my waist when the waitress gave him a seductive look, pulling my chair out for me, holding my hand across the table; being a perfect gentleman. And then at the end of the night, he gave me the gentlest sweetest goodnight kiss ever and it was at the moment I knew I wanted that man. And it was also that moment when he made me feel wanted.

But Ryan wasn’t him. No one is him. So I’m best off forgetting him, Ben’s moved on…it’s my turn now.

We arrived at the restaurant and a feeling of nostalgia washed over me. This was the same place that he brought me on our first date. I took a deep breath as Ryan parked up and came over to my side, opening the door for me and letting me out of the car. I smiled gently at him as he took my hand and walked us into the restaurant. Once the waitress showed us to our seats, Ryan pulled my chair out for me, being a perfect gentleman…but it wasn’t him. Why can’t I stop thinking about my ex boyfriend when I’m on a date?!

“Shall we get a bottle of wine?” Ryan asked, bringing me out of my thoughts once more

“Sure, I’m a white wine or rosè kind of girl” I let out a small laugh when he nods in agreement

“Excuse me, can I get your best bottle of white wine please?” Ryan asked the waitress as she was walking past

“Yes of course, do you want to know the price?” She asked politely

“No, don’t worry, this girl is worth the expense” he smiled as he looked at me, making me blush slightly

“Thank you” I chuckle but still can’t budge the feeling of uncertainty I felt earlier. It feels like I’m doing something wrong but I’m not.

Just as I was about to try and strike up a conversation, a familiar scent flows past me, a scent that takes me back to the first time I met him…back to Ben

—Flashback—

I've been sat in this bar for 2 hours, on a Tuesday night and waiting for a date that doesn’t look like he's going to show up. Sitting in a nice baby blue dress, a pair of small heels, make up done, my hair styled into soft waves. Sat here, watching people walk past, some coming on dates like I should be, some alone, some with friends, was just making me ever more sad.

"Do you need another?" The bartender asked as he came over and looked at the empty glass in front of me and his eyes shot to the full bottle of beer next to me that I had bought for my so called 'date'.

"No, thank you, I'll just take my tab please" I told him and he gave me a look of sympathy as he walked to the till. I sighed as checked my phone one last time, only to be disappointed at the lack of notifications, and took my card out of my purse to pay the tab.

"Nothing to pay love, that guy over there paid your tab" the bartender came back over pointing to a man across the bar before walking away.

I looked at who he pointed at and when I say that I have never seen a more attractive man in my life, I mean it. He was so handsome, a slight stubble outlined his jaw, his blue eyes were so bright that they stood out even in the darkness of the bar surrounded by a faint glow of the neon lights in the background, his hair was a little long and messy but in an attractive way. His eyes met mine and my god, his smile made my stomach flutter with butterflies. I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks, thanking the universe that it was dark and I had makeup on so no one could see how ridiculous I looked.

I grabbed my bag, stuffing my purse back into it along with my phone. I stood off my stool and walked to the generous mystery guy. As I approached him, he watched me the whole time, making me nervous but not uncomfortable. As I got closer, I could smell his cologne, the scent of vanilla mixed with lavender, mint and a hint of amber hit my nostrils and the sharp aromatic energy hit me, it was a scent that you can’t forget, it was the best smell I have ever been in the presence of.

He turned on his stool to face me and smiled that beautiful smile "hey" oh my gosh, his accent was even hot...he can't be real surely

"Hey, thank you for paying for my bill, how can I repay you?" I asked sheepishly, looking at the floor

"Don’t sweat it, I had to pay the gorgeous girls tab" he smirked as my eyes shot up to his

"Well you kind of paid for the drink that I bought for my date that never showed, so at least let me pay you back for that" I laughed, feeling a little more comfortable as I sat on the stool next to him and leant my arm on the bar.

"Now what kind of man would stand you up?"

"Oh, a gentleman and a flirt? How lucky am I to have met you tonight" I smirk back, I might as well, I probably won't see this man again

"Some would say it's fate, some would say a coincidence, what's your take?" That cheeky look is enough to make any girl crack.

“Maybe it’s just random…have you thought of that?” I could feel the smile that was on my face, a genuine smile

“I did but I didn’t want to give you that option, the other two is like the universe is trying to tell us something” he winked

“Do you use that line on all the ladies?” I tease

“Only the pretty ones that are alone in a bar on a Tuesday night after being stood up by a date”

“Oh, do you meet them often? If so, I guess you’re a bad luck charm and I should stay away” I mock a scared reaction that makes him laugh

“I like to think of it as a good luck charm, you met me didn’t you? And you’re the only girl I’ve met in a bar on a Tuesday night that’s been stood up so we can’t say if it happens often or not” he had a point “can I get the pretty girls name or?”

“Y/N, and what about you? My good luck charm” I laugh as I hold my hand out to shake his, his hand meets mine and it’s surprisingly soft

“Ben” he smiled back

“Well Ben, it was lovely to meet you, but I have to go, I have work tomorrow” I told him as I stood up

“Wait; can I get your number? You can repay me with a drink sometime. And I don’t want to wonder what I’d be missing on if I let you leave without giving me it” he asked, it was his turn to be sheepish

“Sure, pass me your phone” I smile

“No, we’re gonna do this old school. Here’s a pen for the napkin that you’re gonna write your number on” he handed me a pen and napkin with a smile. I chuckled as I wrote my number on the napkin and pressed it to my lips to make sure to leave a lipstick stain, if he wants old school, then he’ll get old school.

“There you go, I’ll expect your call, they didn’t have text back in the day. Goodnight Ben” I hand him back the napkin and place my hand on his shoulder

“Oh, I’ll call you as soon as I’m home don’t you worry about that. Goodnight Y/N” he stood up, one hand going to my waist gently as he leaned in and pressed a light kiss to my cheek “I’ll see you again soon” he whispered and the tension in the air was so thick you’d need a jackhammer to get through it.

“I hope so” I smiled as I turned to leave, the smile never leaving my face for a minute.

Little did I know, that very moment changed my life for the better.

—end of flashback—

I look to where the smell came from and my heart drops, shatters all over again actually when I see him. He’s wearing a black polo, buttoned up to the top and black trousers that always looked so good on him. His hair was pushed back, not slicked with gel but just like it always was, just a simple push back with his hands did the trick.

But seeing him wasn’t what broke my heart…no, what broke my heart was seeing that he was here with someone else. Of all the places in London to go, he chose this one on this night. I look at the girl and I automatically recognise her as the girl that he’s seeing now, she’s the reason I’m even on a date in the first place.

When I found out that he had moved on and he was seeing this girl and that she was sleeping in the bed that we made together, I thought I’m going to go out and do the same, I’m going to move on…but there’s one small problem…he’s not Ben. As I’m looking at them, the way his hand reaches over to hold hers across the table, the way she laughs at something he just said, my stomach fills with acid and I feel physically sick. My heart stops when his eyes meet mine, the same blue from that first night we met, the same stubble that he had that night, the same everything…he was my Ben again…but in reality he’s not mine anymore

I send a small smile as I turn back to Ryan “sorry I got distracted, what were we talking about” and for the rest of the night, I don’t look back over at the other side of the room, but I do feel the eyes on me from that exact area.

•

The evening was lovely, once we were done at the restaurant, Ryan led me out. I locked eyes with Ben once more before I left, knowing that would be the last time I saw him. Ryan and I walked across London Bridge with all the lights shining in the night sky, his hand in mine the whole time. The city looked beautiful at night, it was calm compared to its usual busy and hectic state, it was breathtaking when he took me on the London Eye and bought us a pod to ourselves. It was amazing to stand looking out at the city I love, the city that my heart belonged to. Once we were finished in the London Eye, he drove me home and walked me to my door.

I unlocked it but didn’t walk in just yet as I turned to face him.

“Thank you for tonight Ryan, it really was beautiful and amazing” I smile at him

“It was all worth it for you, you deserve it” he took a step forward, closing a gap that was between us. He started to lean down but I put a hand on his chest to stop him

“I’m so sorry, it’s not that I don’t want to kiss you, it’s that I can’t. I shouldn’t have even agreed to this date, I’m so sorry if I led you on. The truth is, I’m not fully over my ex and if I was to kiss you right now, it just doesn’t feel right, it’s like I’m doing something wrong. You don’t deserve this, you’ve been a perfect gentleman and so sweet and any girl would be so lucky to have you but I’m just not that girl right now” I tell him, my guilt eating away at me when I see the look on his face…but it wasn’t anger, it was understanding?

“Y/N, it’s okay. I understand. I saw you look at him in the restaurant, I had a feeling that you weren’t quite over him yet but honestly it’s okay. Thank you though for giving me the pleasure of taking you out tonight, it really was amazing. I hope you get what you’re looking for and I really do wish you the best. If it doesn’t work out, you have my number” he smiled down at me and I felt a feeling of relief run through me

“Thank you Ryan, for being so understanding and supportive” I wrap my arms around his waist as his go around my shoulders and he kissed the crown of my head

“Anytime, goodnight Y/N, thank you again for this evening” he smiled as he pulled away and turned to leave

“Goodnight Ryan” I say back as I turn to enter my apartment and lock the door behind me. I throw my bag on the sofa and head to my bathroom to get this make up off my face.

I clean my face and brush my teeth before settling into the comfort of my bed in my shorts and oversized t-shirt. I pick up my phone and without thinking I google ‘Ben Chilwell’ and read the first headline

‘Ben Chilwell seen with London model on a date around London’ posted an hour ago, my heart aches as I read the article over and look at the pictures. He took her to the same places he took me, the exact same, maybe I wasn’t so different after all. This ache feels just like the day I left him…

—flashback—

I’ve had an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach for days, an uneasy feeling around my relationship. Ben and I have been together for 3 years and recently he’s become distant, he hardly talks to me and when he does it’s short answers. When he comes home, he just goes straight to the bedroom or to play on his games with the boys…he never wants to actually spend time with me.

I've decided to try and have the conversation with him tonight about the whole situation, I need some clarification on this relationship because right now, it is like he isn't bothered by it. I was sat in the living room when he walks into the house, walking into the living room and throwing himself on the couch going straight on his phone. No words to me, not even an acknowledgement that I was sat here. The smell of his cologne hit my senses, I breathed it in just in case this was the last time I see him

"Ben..." I say, my voice must have said something because he snapped his neck to look at me

"What's wrong?" He asked, the concern dripping off his tone. His phone going away and his full attention on me, for the first time in weeks

"We need to talk" my eyes well up, not wanting this conversation but knowing it needs to happen

"About what baby?" He asked gently, scooting over and wrapping an arm around me

"Us, well you. You've become distant and I feel like I'm not important to you anymore" I sigh, wiping away a tear as soon as it falls down my face

"No, please don't think like that. Just this whole thing with Chelsea letting all these players go is just sad you know? Like some of my best mates are moving away, Christian is off to Italy, Kai's gone to Arsenal and Mase is going to Manchester, I feel alone" his shoulders sink forwards and I know he is hurting

"But you have me, I'm not going anywhere" I try to reassure him but it is useless

"Y/N, you might as well not be here. I'm a ticking timebomb waiting to explode, I'm only going to become more distant and I don’t have the mental strength to argue with you or fight right now" my heart felt like at that moment, it was going to shatter, it was ready to just break into a thousand little pieces that will never be perfect again.

"Fight for us?" I let out in a voice just above a whisper, his silence and the fact that he was sat here thinking about it tells me all I need to know. It's enough to make my heart shatter, the pieces falling to the bottom of my chest and making a sound so deafening that my ears stop working

"It's not you, you've not done anyth-" I hold my hand up to stop Ben from finishing that sentence, the most cliché sentence in the world. 'its not you, its me' no that’s bullshit, it’s the oldest excuse in the book, the easy way out.

“Don't you dare finish that sentence. I thought with you maybe my heart wasn’t meant to break…but I guess we all end up disappointed in the end don’t we?” his face drops to pure shock but I continue "but it's okay Ben, you take the easy way out. End things when they get hard for a second. I wanted to have a conversation about it to work through it but you don’t have the mental strength to fight for it? Okay" I stand up and was about to walk away when he grabs my wrist

"Lets talk about this Y/N, I don’t want to lose you, I just need a small break so I don’t take you down with me" he looked so sad and so sincere, maybe I was making a decision out of anger and fear of rejection, maybe I should stop and think about the consequences...but if I was to do that, it wouldn’t be me would it?

"Ben, you lost me when you said you didn’t have the strength to fight"

"Because I'm so mentally fucking drained! I'm supposed to play for a club that has literally just sold my three best friends so they can balance the books! I have Reece, Thiago, Conor and Kepa left, that’s it. I'm scared okay? I'm scared that I'm going to be alone, I have so much going on that coming home is my only escape so I'm so sorry that you feel like I've been distant, that's not my intention. I love you, I can't lose you too" a tear escaped his eye before he left out a whimpering "please..." And it broke my heart, it really did

"I'm sorry" are the only words that my brain would let me get out and I hate myself for it, he needs me and here I am being the one to abandon him because my ego and my heart is bruised. I guess I'm the one that’s the disappointment right now.

I walk to our shared room and pack a bag, enough for a few nights and as I walk back out, he’s still sat on the sofa, his face in his hands. His head snaps up when he hears my footsteps

“Please, what do I have to do to stop you from walking out that door? I need you” he practically begged as he stood up and came to me.

“I’m sorry Ben, I can’t be here waiting for you to decide if this is even what you want. You’re not sure on me, you don’t want to fight for us. I think we both knew that this couldn’t last forever and I hope you find better, I really do. Remember when we met and you asked if it was fate or a coincidence? I think I was right when I said that maybe it was random…I love you but I can’t stay here knowing that you don’t even know if you want this” I let a tear fall as I watch him break down in front of me

“I’m so sorry, this isn’t what I wanted; this isn’t what I meant! Y/N, please come back to me one day, I’ll never stop loving you, I promise” he took a step closer; attaching his lips to mine, his hands on my cheeks as I kissed back, clutching his shirt “a kiss to remember me by, please come back to me” he whispered as he let me go.

He didn’t fight for us; he told me that he wanted me but he didn’t show me; he didn’t fight for us…he didn’t want to…he was tired and drained and I wasn’t enough

—end of flashback—

Looking back on it now, he did fight for us. I was just too angry, upset and stubborn to see it. I was the reason we broke up, I spent the last few months blaming him but I played just as much of a part as he did if not more.

I stare at my ceiling and let the feeling take over, my body felt like it had been hit by a ton of bricks, my breath was taken away from me as my chest tightened and the tears started to fall. I curled up into a ball, hugging my knees to my chest, as I used one hand to clutch my t-shirt, I needed to feel something, anything at all. I couldn’t handle this feeling, the heartbreak truly hitting me as a wave of nausea rushed over me, I ran to the bathroom and the contents of my stomach came out, once I was done, I brushed my teeth again and sat on the cold, hard floor. I laid down and let my tears put me to sleep, a sleep that was so uncomfortable but was so welcoming all at the same time.

•

His face was all I needed to see to make the smile creep onto my face like a little school girl. I ran down to his car and got into the passenger side, leaning over and placing a gentle kiss on his lips

"Hey gorgeous, you look incredible baby, ready to go?" Ben asked me as he sent me a quick wink as he complimented the little black dress that covered my body. Not too long but not too short, the perfect length down my thigh. His hand come over and rested on the bare part of my thigh as he began to drive away. We were attending a charity event that Chelsea were hosting and Ben had offered to drive instead of ubering it so we could leave whenever we want.

"You know, the dress you're wearing is going to make it very difficult to keep my hands off you for the night" He spoke up on the drive to the event venue

"You know I dress to impress you" I smile mischievously

"Baby, I struggle to keep my hands off you in your mickey mouse pyjamas, you always impress me" his fingers squeeze my thigh gently as the butterflies erupt in my stomach, even to this day, he still makes the butterflies erupt.

"Oh shut up and drive" I giggle quietly, too flushed to even say anything else.

Soon enough we arrive at the venue and Ben runs over to my side to open the door, like a true gentleman. I finally get the chance to look at what he's wearing, a white button up shirt, a black tie, black trousers and a black suit jacket, he looks utterly perfect. His hair is in its natural wavy state but it's in a neat style.

"Come on, the quicker we get in there, the quicker we can leave and I can get this dress off you" Ben smirks as his hands come to my waist, pulling my body flushed to his, one hand cupping my cheek as he leans in and places a gentle, delicate but knee melting kiss on my lips, making me try to follow him as he moves away, not wanting that kiss to ever end.

"Ben!" I whine, grabbing his hand and pulling me back to my body "we could just leave now, say you're sick or something" I smirk seductively

"Oh, I would want nothing more, but Kepa and Andrea have already seen us" He laughs as he points behind me and when I turn, I see Kepa and Andrea walking towards us. Dammit

"Hello lovebirds" Andrea smiles her beautiful smile as they approach us and engulfs me in a hug followed by Kepa "You look amazing Y/N" she adds as she takes in my appearance

"Oh stop it, nothing on Miss Universe!" I gush back at her as I hear the boy talk amongst themselves

"You'd win it in a heartbeat" She compliments back, we have this friendship where we just go back and forth until someone gives up

"Okay, stop flirting with my girlfriend, lets go inside" Ben speaks up in a mocking tone as he takes my hand and interwines our fingers

"Can't help it Ben, she's gorgeous" Andrea winks as her and Kepa walk ahead

"She can't steal you, you're mine" He chuckles, placing a kiss on my temple

"Don't worry babe, I know I'm yours, I wouldn’t have it any other way" I smile before continuing "Now lets go inside, the quicker we do in, the quicker we can leave" I bite my lip as I pull him into the venue.

A few hours pass of a few drinks, food and dancing, Ben only has one drink since he's driving. We say our goodbyes to our friends and leave the venue. He couldn’t keep his hands off me, they were always on my waist, on my thigh if we were sitting down, his lips kept catching mine, he had to have physical contact with me at all times and trust me, I am not complaining.

We reach the car and start to drive back to my apartment when Ben suddenly stops the car on the side of the road. I turn to look at him to ask what he is doing but I was unable to talk when his mouth was already on mine. Leaning over the centre console, his hand the back of my neck, pulling me into him as his fingers tangled in my hair and his tongue ran over my bottom lip, begging for entrance that I happily grant him. A moan escapes my throat when his tongue connects with mine, the feeling of arousal shooting straight down to my core.

I pull away just enough "What are you doing? We can’t do this out here, what is someone drives past" I let out, looking at the mischievous glint in his eyes.

"The windows are tinted and I can’t wait until we get back" He tries to kiss me against but I dodge the kiss

"Ben, we are out in public, it's too risky"

"That’s the thrill of getting caught. Let's live a little" He smirks and that is enough to convince me. Soon enough, we are in the backseat of his car, the windows fogging up by the second, our mouths craving the others, our limbs tangled up, the moans and grunts overpowering the music that played over the radio. The risk of getting caught just made it even better.

I jolted awake, sitting up and panting, I looked around and realised I was in my bathroom. I rubbed my eyes and let out a breath. That wasn’t a dream...well it was but it was a dream of a memory, one I remember all too well. The night we made love more than once, once in the car, twice when we got home, once the following morning, that night something ignited in us both and the passion was more intense than ever, that was always the time that I had realised I was in love with him and wanting to spend my life with him, back before everything went wrong.

I know what I need to do. I need closure.

I quickly get undressed and into the shower, washing off the smell of sleeping on the bathroom floor. Once I was done, I throw my hair up into a bun and quickly change into a pair of jeans and an old hoodie. I pick up my phone and see the time is now 10am, I make a quick cup of coffee before heading out of my apartment.

I walk down the street, heading to my destination as my heart pounds against my chest and my anxiety starts to rise.

Is this a good idea?

What if it doesn’t go the way I want it to?

What if she is there?

All these thoughts run through my mind and I'm so close to turning around when my phone pings, I pull it out of my hoodie pocket and see the one name I didn’t expect...Ben. I open the message and my heart speeds up more if that was even possible. I quickly send a response and carry on my way, my brain trying to get me to turn around and leave it, but that's not what my heart wants.

I arrive at Ben's house, hands shaking as I open the pedestrian gate. I walk up the long driveway to the front door, knocking hesitantly as I waited for it to open. The black door looking back at me, as if it was taunting me, that this was all a prank. My head snaps up when he finally opens the door to reveal himself in a pair of joggers and a black plain hoodie, his hair all over the place and bags under his eyes indicating that he probably didn’t get much sleep last night either.

"Hi" I breath out, my voice shaky and I could feel my body physically trembling. Why was I so nervous?

"Hey, come on in" Ben opens his door wider, letting me step into his house once more. I look around and admire it just like I did the first time. The wide spiral staircase that lead up to the second floor, the chandelier that hung from the ceiling, the marble tiles that lined the floors. A sudden sadness taking over me when I realise this is probably the last time I will see this house from the inside.

"There's coffee in the living room, two sugars just like you like it. We can talk in there" his voice hit my ears as he walks ahead of me, his hands stuffed into his Chelsea joggers and his head hung low. I follow him into the living room, the large corner suit sofa situated against the wall. The large TV that hung on the wall and the media wall behind it that had his games console and other bits in it.

I sat on one of the sofa while he handed me my coffee and sat on the opposite end. We sat in an awkward silence for a good few minutes before he finally broke it.

"Why were you already on your way?" His voice came out like it was desperate for an answer.

I thought for a second, wanting to choose the right words this time "I needed closure I guess" I shrug, scared to go further into it

"For what? You went out on a date last night" his eyes met mine, a mixture of hurt and regret bundled up in the blue orbs that I came to love so much.

I scoffed as I placed my mug on the table before looking back at him "Yes, I went on this date and it was perfect and it was amazing and he was lovely, made a slight mistake at the start but he was the perfect gentleman but you know what, I didn’t even let him kiss me goodnight because it felt like I was cheating on you, how does that work?! When we broke up, I spent so many nights lying awake, thinking you were maybe doing to same and maybe you were, but I was alone. When I found out that you were dating someone, I tried to do the same. He showed up with a bouquet of beautiful roses and said I looked beautiful and that should've made me smile but it didn’t, because I wanted to hear them words from you not him. How come I looked away and broke his gaze when he stared at me admiringly for a little too long? Why was something about him sitting so close, not sitting right with me? You moved on Ben, didn’t think twice and I couldn’t even let this guy kiss me goodnight. Why do you have this hold on me? I can't take it anymore, it hurts, it fucking hurts. You got the easy way out and I'm still sat here suffering from the heartbreak. So yes, I came here looking for closure, for you to tell me that we are well and truly over, that you have this beautiful model girlfriend now and that there’s no chance. Just tell me that you don’t love me anymore so I can move on” I finally let it out; all these words I’ve wanted to send to him, all the words I’ve wanted to say have finally come out, they are out in the open now. I don’t even look at him, I don’t need to see the look on his face when he tells me it’s definitely over for good.

After no words were said, I stand up ready to leave. I don’t want to sit here in silence, I wanted a conversation but his silence tells me what I need to know.

“Wait; can I say something?” His voice comes out nervously as I begin to walk away. I turn to look at him and he is looking right at me. I nod, but he gestures for me to sit back on the sofa, so I do; but half way this time. His arm goes to the back of the sofa while he pulls himself up so his legs and feet are propped on the cushions beneath him.

“You think it was easy Y/N?” His face is somewhat amused, I nod slowly scared to say anything when he scoffs just like I did “Last time I checked, easy wasn’t waking up at night, reaching to your side and it’s empty. Easy isn’t looking at my best friends and my family in the eye, pretending I’m alright when I’m falling to pieces. The truth is, I don’t know who I am without you, I spent 3 years of my life with you, 3 years that shaped me into a completely different person for the better and then you just leave? Yes I guess I am partly to blame but you walked out, you decided a break up was better than just a break. I needed time to process what was happening with my friends and the club and you left when I needed you the most. You can’t even begin to comprehend what I went through. I sat and cried like a baby for days, Mason and Christian even came over in the middle of all their drama to try and keep me sane. My mum and sister were worried, hell I was worried about myself! If anyone took the easy way out, Y/N, it was you” he let out all his feelings, all the cards were laid out on the table now.

“Ben, I know I hurt you by leaving, I hurt myself as well, I have wanted nothing but to get you back the last few weeks and I miss you. I love you with all I have and I jus-“ I was cut off mid sentence when his hand cupped my cheek and his lips connected with mine.

My hands went to the back of his neck, pulling him as close as I possibly could, playing with the hairs on the back of his neck. This right here, his lips on mine, felt like home, Ben felt like home. Our tongues connected as the feeling of fluttering butterflies ran through my body. I pulled away when I needed to breathe.

“I love you Y/N, what happened between us was a misunderstanding and I would really like to try this again?” Bens voice was sincere and delicate

“What about your model girlfriend?” I asked, curious on that situation

“Oh, you mean my cousins girlfriend?” He chuckled before continued “I promised to show her around London” he smiled, his hands on my waist

“But I saw you hold hands across the table, and the tabloids…” I said, trailing off

“I held her hand in a comforting way because she thought my cousin was going to break up with her and the tabloids. Well I could talk to a random girl on these street and they’d take it the wrong way. You’re the only girl for me Y/N, would you give me a second chance?” He asked hopeful

“Ben, I’d give you a second chance in a heartbeat, you are mine and I am yours. All those other guys…they can’t love me like you” I pulled him into me by his collar, placing a kiss on his lips; this one more passionate and meaningful

“I’m going to take you on a date, let’s do it properly. I’ll play the stranger and you’ll play the girl at the bar, just like the first time we met, let’s relive that moment, but for now, please stay, stay with me” Ben’s tone was desperate

“Ben, I’m all yours, you know that. I’m not going anywhere, never again” I smiled at him as I snuggled into his chest and we spent the rest of the day together

That’s the moment I realise that Ben Chilwell is my soulmate and I would do anything for him! No one could ever love me the way he does

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I Hope you all enjoy this 🩷

#ben chilwell #ben chilwell imagine #clowrites

[lizzypotter14]

So in love with it

Every Story Has A Beginning

Pairing: Ben Chilwell x Fem!Reader // Mason Mount x Fem!Reader

Face Claim: Renee Rapp

Warnings: smau, actress!reader, bestie!mason, a potential friends to lovers plot, some suggestive themes

Notes: so this is a prequel/part one/the beginning to a fic that will be coming this month. its primarily reader x ben but the reader is also best friends with mason. excited? want to know more? don't care? i haven't done a smau in what feels like a long time, so i'm a little rusty. feedback is always appreciated 🫶🏻

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youraccount: they call me the queen of mirror selfies, what do they call you again?

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masonmount: oh they call me many things 😉

youraccount: you're disgusting

masonmount: not what your mum said last night

youraccount: blocked.

user56: beautiful

user667: how has mason not fallen in love with her yet???

benchilwell: is that my bathroom?

youraccount: oscar says hi

masonmount: what are you doing in chilly's house?

youraccount: sniffing his boxers

masonmount: 🤢

user86: wait....she's dogsitting for chilly???? that's so cute!!!

youraccount: ben's never getting him back

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youraccount: nice nips

benchilwell: as nice as yours?

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masonmount: blocked.

user34: chilly shooting his shot

masonmount: i don't like it 😠

youraccount: i have always thought the eagle tattoo was a bit much

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youraccount: after a whole twelve months of pulling pints, occasionally serving tables over priced food, and receiving more rejections than i can count on both hands, THIS BITCH GONNA BE ON THE WEST END!!!

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masonmount: this is how i find out?!!?!

youraccount: what you lying for? don't act like you weren't the first person i told 🙄

conorgallagher92: congrats!!

user633: ❤️

benchilwell: drinks to celebrate when i get back??

youraccount: sounds perfect 😊

benchilwell: 🫶🏻

declanrice: free tickets?

user6: she's a theatre kid? explains a lot.

youraccount: explains why i'm so sexy right???

masonmount: 🤢

youraccount: blocked.

andrea.martinezf: superstar ⭐️

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masonmount

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masonmount: feeling like red could possibly be my colour

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youraccount: better have got me a gift

masonmount: is being my friend not already a gift?

youraccount: 😒

youraccount: ben got me a gift

masonmount: did he now? 🤨

user4: mason's about to lose his best friend to chilly 👀🤭

youraccount: that hair definitely isn't your colour though

masonmount: blocked.

lukeshaw23: 🔴

user23: mase 🥰

user62: miss you at chelsea ☹️

user2: flop

youraccount: what's the view like from mummy and daddy's basement?

user2: bitch

youraccount: luv u 2

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benchilwell

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benchilwell: 🐶😊🏃🏻

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youraccount: your captions are so lazy

benchilwell: i think they're artistic

youraccount: right...😶

benchilwell: no more sleepovers then

user124: is that y/n in the second one?

user67: he used '😊' for y/n? 👀

reecejames: sleepovers?

benchilwell: yes.

reecejames: you two are so transparent

user44: y/n spending a lot of time with ben...

user456: mason's crying right now

youraccount: crying buckets as he jerks off into a sock

masonmount: blocked.

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youraccount

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youraccount: life recently 🫶🏻

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benchilwell: couldn't have picked a better one?

youraccount: nope.

benchilwell: i look like an idiot

youraccount: your words 🤭

user23: are they...you know 👀

youraccount: great friends???

user74: ben's so lucky

reecejames: mason's been replaced then

youraccount: i'm only using ben for oscar

benchilwell: you're what now???

user88: she's so pretty 😍

user72: just know mason is probably blowing up both of their phones right now 🤭

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youraccount

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youraccount: from first rehearsal to opening night!! still doesn't feel real 😱

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sophiaamelia: me and kai will be in the front row 🩷

reecejames: want me to pinch you?

youraccount: only if you're pinching my bum

user689: i'm coming to see the play next week!!!

benchilwell: so proud of you 🫶🏻

youraccount: unlike some....

benchilwell: he'll be there, he wouldn't miss this

andrea.martinezf: break a leg 🩶

user23: why hasn't mason commented yet? or liked it??

masonmount: good luck

youraccount: don't break your promise

masonmount: i won't

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Are We Okay?

Note - happy Saturday 🩷 I’ve been meaning to post this for the longest time so I hope you love it 😌 this one it set around the fa cup semi final in the 21/22 season (I miss my chelsea) so it’s a bit of a throw back. As always feedback is appreciated so let me know what you thought 😘

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 7.9k

Warnings - angst and fluff

Seven years.

Seven years you’d known Mason. Meeting by chance in his hometown when your parents had randomly bumped into each other. You didn’t know who he was or how your dad knew his dad but you were captured by the brown eyed boy from the second he smiled at you.

Turns out your parents were friends at school and hadn’t seen each other for over 20 years meaning they had a lot to catch up on. Tony, Masons dad, invited you all round to his the next week for a bbq so they could catch up and meet the rest of his family. A tradition both of your families kept up for the years to come making sure to meet up at least three times a year.

He seemed a little shy at first, but then again so we’re you and it wasn’t until all the adults were drunk he finally came over and sat with you. You had some things in common, both liking the same music and tv shows so when he asked for your number so he could send you a few songs you felt your body heat up all over at his suggestion.

Mason was a boy. Not just a boy but a very attractive boy and very attractive boys didn’t seem to want anything to do with you. 17 and you’d never had a boyfriend or been kissed let alone anything else. You knew Mason was out of your league though and even though you liked to imagine what it would be like to kiss him, you knew you never would.

This was only made even more clear when he got a girlfriend, Sienna, eight months into your new found friendship with him. Even though you were happy for him on the outside, you were disappointed and hurt that he’d fallen for someone else so quickly when you’d know him for longer. You wanted to be there for him though, always giving him tips on what girls like so he knew how to treat her.

You thought your relationship might have suffered when he went on loan abroad for a year but he always kept in contact, even inviting you out for a week when you had some time off so the pair of you could spend some time with each other. He seemed so happy and carefree and your relationship seemed to change from there. You grew a lot closer, he confided in you and told you things you knew he hadn’t told anyone, including Sienna. The pair of you were best friends and you were always there cheering him on.

When he came home and went on loan again, you were pleased to find out he was playing near where you were studying meaning you got to see him as much as you liked. Spending your weekends at his games and even eventually forming a close relationship with Sienna. Even though you found it hard, seeing Mason happy that ‘his girls’ were friends made it easier for you to get along with her.

This meant lots of double dates, whether that be other boys from Masons team, other friends of his or Sienna’s and whilst it was embarrassing and awkward it was nice to have a boy’s attention for once. Mason seemed to have a problem with all of them however Sienna was always pushing you get out there and meet new people so when you started hanging out with one of her friends a few times after the double date she was over the moon for you. Nothing came of it but you were proud of yourself for getting out there.

You still had a year left of studying when returned to play for Chelsea and whilst you tried to see him as much as you could, it was an important year for you and you both knew you had to knuckle down. It was all worth it in the end though, and the pictures of you and Mason at your graduation was something you still treasured to this day.

When things between Mason and Sienna ended, you were in your new flat with your new roommate Grace. You hadn’t lived their long but he’d knocked on your door at around 10 in the evening and you opened your front door to find him looking back at you with glassy eyes and a frown. You took him to your room where he laid in your arms and told you she’d ended things because she thought they’d grown apart. He fell asleep in the crook of your neck as your fingers danced over his scalp and you smiled at the fact he’d come to you in his hour of need. The pair of you had never been in this position before, with Mason being in a relationship pretty much the whole time you’d known him so when you woke up to him looking at you softly your heart gave a thud.

‘Sorry about last night, I just didn’t want to go home alone’

‘You don’t need to apologise, Mase’ you whispered as he reached out to hold your hand. ‘I’m glad you came here. You know I’ll always be here for you’

‘I’m so glad I’ve got you’ he told you, kissing your forehead gently as he tucked you into him. You were blushing furiously at his words and you wanted to tell him you felt the same but you knew your voice wasn’t strong enough.

As the years progressed and Mason gained popularity you saw him change right before you eyes. They were small and subtle changes at first but by the time he’d reached his 24th birthday it was like he was a whole new person. Gone was the polite and slightly shy boy you’d always known, instead a bold and self assured man now stood in front of you. Somehow he’d grown even more gorgeous but the fact that he knew it made him insufferable sometimes. Thankfully for you there were no more girlfriends on the scene but you knew he slept with other girls which made your heart hurt even though you knew you didn’t have a right to feel that way about it. The pair of you were still close, keeping in touch often but you didn’t see him as much as you’d of liked to but this just made the times you did see each other more special.

You tried putting yourself out there, eventually growing close to someone at work who was a few years older than you. He was your first everything and even though you’d always imagined having those with Mason you knew you had to let that dream go. You thought you finally had it all figured out but when he asked you to move in with him and you panicked he decided to end things as he thought you weren’t serious about him. To give him his credit, Mason was there for you, just as you had been for him, telling you he was never the one for you but thankfully you weren’t as heartbroken as you thought you would of been.

It was early March, and you were at Tony’s house for your family get together. This one being inside as it was still cold out but you hadn’t managed to talk to Mason all night. He was constantly on his phone and when everyone started heading to bed, you were shocked that he pulled you into the kitchen so you could talk privately.

‘A bunch of my old friends are out at that new club that’s just opened up, you wanna come with?’ He questioned and your first instinct was to say no. ‘Please come, I’ve barely spoken to you today’ he pouted and you huffed as you crossed your arms.

‘It’s not my fault you can’t take your face out of your phone for five minutes. And anyway I’m not exactly dressed for the occasion’ you told him, looking down at your old jeans and plain jumper. You looked dressed for the weekly shop rather than a night out but he wasn’t having it.

‘You look great, plus it’s dark in there so no one will see anyway’ he shrugged. ‘Please, y/n. We never do stuff like this. I promise we won’t be long, just a couple of hours’ he begged and it wasn’t long before you were agreeing to go with a roll of your eyes.

‘Fine, but I really can’t stay long, I’ve got a long drive home tomorrow’ you argued but he was already pushing you out the door.

The club was loud and dark as Mason had promised promised. The only good thing about both of those things is that he kept his hand in yours so you wouldn’t get lost and when he spoke to you his lips would be right near your ear in order to hear him.

You had one drink, sticking to water after that so you would be sober enough to drive home in a few hours but that didn’t stop Mason from trying to get you to join in with everyone else doing shots, rolling his eyes with a huff every time you declined. This wasn’t exactly your idea of fun, following Mason around like a lost dog since you didn’t know anyone else and when you checked your phone for a few moments you looked up to find he was gone.

His few hours were up and you searched around for him, eventually finding him at the bar with a curvy red head hanging off of his arm as he drunkenly whispered in her ear. You didn’t want to interrupt whatever was going on even though it stung to watch but you were desperate to get back so you could sleep so after a nervous gulp you made your way over to them, tapping Mason on the shoulder hard enough to get his attention. He looked at you with a sour expression before turning back to the girl and saying something to make her laugh before leading you outside to a quiet and empty smoking area.

‘We need to get going, Mase. It’s getting late we’ve been here for ages’

‘I’m not ready to go yet’ he slurred ‘Cant you just head back on your own?’

‘Seriously?’

‘Yeah? Can’t you see I’m talking to that girl, I can’t just go now’

‘So you’re choosing a girl you met barely five minutes ago over me? Nice Mason thanks for that’

‘Why the fuck does it bother you so much?’ He asked, brows furrowed as he became increasingly annoyed at you. ‘You jealous or something?’

‘W-what?’ You laughed, trying to play it off but every word that was coming out of his mouth seemed to hurt you more and more.

‘You try and act like your my girlfriend all the time and you’re not. Like where do you get off on trying to control me? Telling me where I’ve got to be all the time. Like I’d ever want to be with you anyway’ He uttered, eyes harsh even with all the alcohol swimming through him. You were too stunned to speak, not knowing where all this was coming from. You felt your eyes sting as he looked at you in anger and you didn’t know what to say. ‘What? Got nothing to say cause you know I’m right?’

‘I’m just trying to look out for you’

‘No you’re not, you’re just trying to keep me for yourself. I’m not yours y/n, and I never will be. I didn’t even want you here tonight I just knew how much a nag you’d be if I left you at home’ he sneered and you felt your eyes well up even further, dropping your eyes to the floor so he couldn’t see how upset you were. ‘Oh don’t turn the water works on to make me feel bad, it’s not gonna work. It’s pathetic y/n you need to move on’ he laughed bitterly, but you’d had enough of his attitude. You took one last look at him before making your way back inside and fighting your way out the front door.

He didn’t follow you and you held yourself together the whole way home in the cab, only allowing yourself to cry a little bit when you were finally in bed. You didn’t know what had come over him to say such horrible things to you, racking over your brain to think of any times you’ve been slightly overbearing but you couldn’t think of anything. An hour and a half after you were home you finally heard Mason walk through the door, heading straight to bed and not even coming to talk to you or see if you’d made it back safe which only made you more upset.

When the next morning came, you packed up early and made an excuse about there being an emergency at your flat so you could leave without seeing him. When Debbie said she’d wake him up so you could say goodbye you told her to leave him and that you’d call him later, not wanting to look at him right now as you made the lonely journey back home.

Grace knew something was up instantly. Having lived together for three years now you knew each other pretty well and she was quick to open her arms for you. You didn’t cry, but your eye’s watered a little bit causing you to bite your lip hard to hold everything in. You told her you weren’t ready to talk and she nodded, just letting you stay in her comforting embrace as you watched some tv and caught up on your missed sleep. When you went to bed that night you still hadn’t heard a peep from Mason, in fact you didn’t hear from him for three days until he eventually called you. You let it run until the call ended, thinking he would try and text you but to your surprise he left a voicemail that you listened to immediately, the sound of his voice making your tummy hurt as your eyes watered.

‘Hey, y/n. It’s me I uh… I just wanted to talk to you um could you call me back please? Thanks’

He sounded tired and upset but you were in no mood to speak to him right now, not after everything he’s said to you and considering he didn’t even try to apologise you didn’t call back, even resulting to switching your phone off when you went to bed as he kept calling you and you knew you’d cave and pick it up.

The next morning you were awoken to what sounded like a hushed argument outside your door before it swung open to reveal Mason, Grace looking at you with apologetic eyes but you knew she couldn’t do anything about it.

‘Sorry y/n. He just barged his way in, I couldn’t stop him’

‘It’s fine’ you smiled at her sympathetically as Mason made his way inside your room. She gave you a look as if to ask if you wanted her to stay but you shook your head before she gave one last look to Mason. He was too busy looking at you so he didn’t even notice and you gave her one last smile before she walked away, closing the door behind her.

‘What do you want, Mason?’

‘You haven’t spoken to me in days’

‘Oh, I wonder why that is’ you breathed sarcastically, sitting yourself down as far away from him as possible whilst he stared at you from across the room.

‘Well that’s the thing, I wasn’t exactly sure and I’ve been racking my brain trying to think about why’ he told you, but you just stared at him, hoping he wasn’t going to make you explain everything he’d said to you. ‘I was a dick to you, wasn’t I?’ He breathed and you dropped your eyes to the floor. ‘I’m so sorry, y/n. I don’t really remember what I said exactly but I remember being angry and you storming off. Whatever I said I didn’t mean it I promise’

‘Well you must of thought it at some point to say it so you did mean it’

‘I don’t even know what I said’ he argued, stepping towards you and kneeling down in front of you so he could try and catch your eyes. ‘Tell me what I said. Please? I wanna fix this’

You took a nervous gulp but kept your eyes down, not sure if you were strong enough to even repeat what he’d said to you and his hands on your thighs was only making things worse.

‘You basically told me to stop controlling you and acting like your girlfriend when I’m not and never will be’ you whispered, watching his brows furrow like he didn’t believe you. ‘You called me pathetic and told me to move on when all I wanted was just to head back cause we’d been there for hours and you told me to stop being jealous and go on my own’

‘I-I can’t… are you sure?’ He breathed and you looked at him with an annoyed expression.

‘Of course I’m sure, what do you think I’d just make that up?’ You asked, pushing his hands from you so he would realise how upset you were.

‘No of course not, but I’ve never once thought that about you. And I’d never let you go home alone you know that’

‘Well you did. You watched me leave and didn’t even check i’d got back alright so you could stay and impress whatever girl was hanging off of you’ you told him but he was looking back at you like he didn’t understand a word you were saying. ‘I get it okay? I’m not like the girls you want. I’m not enough for you and it’s fine’ you breathed and be looked like he wanted to argue with you but you didn’t want to let him speak. ‘I know you’ve only ever talked to me out of politeness cause our dads are friends but if you really think that about me I’d rather we just leave things’

‘No no, what are you saying?’ He panicked, standing up to tower over you. ‘That’s stupid, you know I don’t think that about you’

‘So now I’m stupid?’ You argued, standing up so you weren’t as little as he was making you feel.

‘Stop twisting my words’

‘I think you should go’

‘No I’m not leaving until we sort this out’

‘Why? You clearly don’t think that much about me so why so you care? Why am I not enough for you Mason? Just tell me’

‘Y/n stop, please’ he whimpered and you almost felt sorry for him, wanting to reach out and comfort him and tell him everything was fine but he’d really ticked you off this time. His voice was thick with emotion as he came towards you and you covered your face with you hands as you began to sob. Without a thought he held you to him and you hated the way you relaxed into his touch. ‘I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry’ he murmured into your hair through his tears and you were so close to breaking.

‘Mason?’ You breathed and you felt his pull back slightly, waiting for you to carry on. ‘Can you please go?’

‘Y/n-‘

‘Please, Mase’ you choked

‘Y/n please don’t do this, please’ he begged, his voice thick with tears but you were standing strong and not letting his emotions get to you.

‘I need some time. You’ve really hurt me and I can’t think with you around. Just please go’ you sobbed and without a word he pulled away dropping a small kiss on your forehead before slowly walked out of your room, shutting the door behind him. As soon as you heard the door click you broke down again, Grace silently coming in so she could wrap her arms around you to try and comfort you in anyway she could.

Mason didn’t try and contact you which you were great full for, giving you time to pull yourself together again over the coming days and weeks you could slowly feel yourself becoming normal again. After three weeks you even felt good enough to join Grace on a night out with some of her work friends. The next morning the pair of you were nursing your hangovers on the sofa when she gave you a funny look.

‘What?’ You questioned and she huffed before talking.

‘It’s Mason. He keeps messaging me about you and I wondered if you could talk to him?’

‘What’s he saying?’ You asked in confusion and she unlocked her phone to read through the messages.

‘Well it started off just asking how you were and checking in on you but you posted a story last night with Ed and he’s not stopped asking me about him since’

You took a gulp before unlocking your own phone, quickly flicking through your stories before you found the one she was on about. Ed was a friend Grace had known since uni and you’d met him a few times prior to last night so you were friendly with him. Hence why it didn’t feel weird at the time when his arms were around your waist, your back to his chest as you sung your hearts out into your camera. It was only when you watched it back that you saw how dangerously close his lips were to yours as he kept turning you slightly and you didn’t even remember him kissing your temple gently but it was all there for Mason to see.

‘What’s he said?’ You asked, locking your phone as you focused on Grace again, trying to forget what you’d just seen. She passed you her phone to see a barrage of messages from him asking who you were with and where you were so he could come and get you but thankfully Grace told him to leave things and that she’d try and get you to talk him tomorrow.

‘Can you please just have a word with him? I’m not saying you have to forgive him yet or whatever but you can’t ignore him forever’ she told you and you reluctantly nodded, knowing you’d have to have a word with him eventually.

You contemplated calling him but the thought of hearing his voice and then trying to string a coherent sentence together made you sweat so you carefully crafted a text in hopes he would understand where you were coming from. You kept it short and sweet, not really sure what you were wanting to say to him but you hoped it would make him listen.

You locked your phone after that, jumping in the shower so you could wash away the night before and you felt a lot lighter when you finally made it back to your room. You didn’t have the courage to see if he’d replied to you and spent the rest of your morning sat with Grace whilst you ate until you couldn’t handle not seeing if he’d replied.

‘Oh this letter came for you yesterday, I forgot to give it to you’ Grace mentioned, passing you over a thick white envelope and you had no idea what might be inside so you quickly opened it go find two tickets the the FA Cup semi final in two weeks time that you promised Mason you would go to. Your heart sunk as you saw the, not knowing if you were strong enough to be there for him even though you always promised you would be and Grace must of picked up on your disheartened expression.

‘Everything okay?’

‘Mason sorted me some tickets for the semi final in a few weeks’ you sighed and she gave you a sympathetic look. ‘I always promised I’d go to the big games and he really wants me there but I’m not sure if I can do it. We’re all supposed to go to his the next day for dinner too with his family and I just don’t know if I can’

‘Maybe just give it a bit, see how you feel nearer the time’

‘Will you come with me? To the game’ You asked her shyly and she nodded at you gently.

‘Of course, if you want to go then I’ll be there’

A day didn’t go by where you didn’t think about Mason, missing his presence in your life more and more as the days went on but you still couldn’t bring yourself to talk to him. The tickets he sent to you were a constant reminder every time you walked into your room and it didn’t stop there. You were never one for gifts but you couldn’t deny you adored the flowers he was sending to you every day. They were only small bunches but your flat was soon consumed by them and you felt awful every time Grace sneezed but you loved putting them out. Grace only agreed to keep them out when you started bribing her with the chocolate that he always sent with the bouquets as you couldn’t eat them all on your own.

Then when you you went to your favourite coffee shop you found out someone had paid for a months worth of coffee for you and it didn’t take long to work out who that was. He was clearly trying to get your attention but you weren’t ready to see him yet even though he was slowly breaking your resolve away.

You were still contemplating what to do about the game up until the night before when a text made your mind up for you.

‘Grace’ you called, walking into the kitchen to see her making herself a tea, eyes looking up at you out of curiosity. ‘Be ready for about half 11 tomorrow. And dress warm’ you told her, he face breaking out into a smile. ‘Do you think I’m doing the right thing?’

‘Doesn’t matter what I think. How do you feel?’

‘I always promised I’d be there and no matter what he’s said in the past I want to be a good friend. I know he’d do the same if it was the other way around plus it will look weird if I don’t go’

‘Well as long as you’re sure, I’ll be ready to go in the morning’

‘Thank you, Grace. I really do appreciate you’

‘That’s okay. Buy me a pint there and we’ll call it even’ she laughed and you couldn’t be more thankful for her.

You got there the next day in plenty of time, saying hello to his family who were none the wiser as to what was going on between you and Mason as you took your seats next to them. He was soon out for the warm up and you felt your heart swell at the sight of him, looking up to wave at his family and you could tell he was happy you were there. You couldn’t bring yourself to wave back at him though and you could see his pout from a mile off.

You had to admit he played really well and when he managed to put the ball in the back of the net you were out of your seat and cheering for him like there weren’t any issues between the pair of you. The smile on his face when he noticed you happy for him made your frosty heart melt a tiny bit and the urge to wrap him in a hug consumed you.

‘You coming into the family room with us to see him?’ Debbie asked you and you nodded albeit reluctantly knowing they’d only ask questions if you said you were in your way home.

‘We can just sit by the bar and make it look like we’ve spoken to him’ Grace reassured you as you walked in and you were happy she was with you as your moral support.

As soon as he came in you wanted to run into his arms and tell him how proud you were but you couldn’t, excusing yourself to go to the loo so you could gather yourself for if you needed to speak to him. You couldn’t see him at first when you eventually made your way back but it didn’t take long to see him stood talking to a girl. You rolled your eyes at his behaviour thinking it was typical of him to be doing that but you could tell from his posture something was up, your eyes glancing straight to her.

You could tell her type from a mile away, she only wanted Mason for one thing and you could see how uncomfortable he was as you got closer, knowing you might have to intervene if it came to it.

‘I um, I have a girlfriend’ you heard him tell her, clearly a lie just to get her to go away, knowing from the way he was stumbling over his words slightly that it wasn’t true but and she didn’t believe him either.

‘Oh yeah? Well where is she then?’

‘She’s around’ he murmured, eyes searching the room for anyone who might be able to help him and even though you still weren’t on speaking terms you couldn’t let him suffer like this, walking up behind him and placing your hands on his sides which caused him to jump slightly.

‘Hey baby, sorry I got caught talking to one of the girls’ you smiled sweetly at him, moving to his side where he automatically placed his arm around you when you snuck yours around his waist. He was stiff, clearly unsure of what was happening so you reached up to kiss his jaw in hopes he would cotton on.

‘That’s okay’ he smiled down at you, kissing your forehead as he pulled you closer. ‘This is my girlfriend, y/n’ he told the girl, smiling proudly and even though you knew it was all fake, hearing those words come out of his mouth made you shiver. The girl didn’t reply, just rolled her eyes and walked off and you took that as your cue to let go but as he felt you move he placed his other arm around you so you couldn’t go. ‘Wait please. Just until she’s gone’ he whispered so you stayed in his embrace, his familiar scent overwhelming you as his lips traced over you hairline.

You couldn’t see if she had gone yet, your face smooshed into his chest as you clung onto him and you knew he wasn’t going to tell you when the coast was clear. You looked up at him, his eyes on yours immediately and you felt your tummy drop.

‘Can we talk?’ He whispered, eyes filling with tears as he let his emotions get the better of him before tucking some hair behind your ear. ‘Please, y/n. I know I said I’d give you time but I can’t do this anymore’

He was right, this wasn’t healthy for the both of you to keep going on like this and no matter what came from it you knew it would be good to talk it out so you sent him a tiny nod to let him know you agreed.

‘I can come over to yours later maybe? I guess it’s best to talk before everyone is around tomorrow’ You whispered and he started nodding at you wildly.

‘Of course. I’ll text you when I’m home, yeah? You can come over whenever I’ll make sure everyone’s in bed’ he assured you before you pulled back. He let you go this time and you gave him a small nod before going back to join Grace.

‘You okay?’ She whispered as she took your hand and you smiled.

‘Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s just go’ you told her and you chanced a look back to Mason who was stood with his hopeful eyes on you, a small smile dressed on his face as he watched you go and you felt your tummy erupt with butterflies at the thought of talking to him later.

He didn’t message you until about 11:45 that evening, telling you he was sorry it was late but everyone had only just got to bed. Truth is you didn’t mind, you brain wouldn’t switch off anyway as adrenaline was pumping through you so you told him you’d still come if it was okay still. He offered to come and get you but you thought you’d give him some time to sort himself out whilst you made your way over and by the time he was letting you in, he looked freshly showered and dressed and you heart leapt as you caught sight of him.

‘Hey, come in’ he told you, stepping to the side as you walked in silently. ‘You want a drink or anything?’

‘No thanks’ you told him quietly and he gave you a shy nod before making his way to the living room.

‘Take a seat I just wanna grab a water’ he told you, running to the kitchen before joining you again. ‘what made you come to the game today?’

‘I always told you I would’ you answered and he gave you a small nod, shuffling in his seat uncomfortably before he sat playing with his fingers go a while. It was silent as you both thought about what you wanted to say next but you were waiting for him to go first.

‘You know I love you, don’t you?’ He told you quietly and your head snapped up to look at him. He wasn’t looking back at you, his eyes fixated on his fingers as he built up the courage to speak but you were afraid you might not be able to hear him now over your heart pounding in your ears. ‘And I know you still care about me. You wouldn’t of come today or helped me out earlier if you didn’t’ he uttered, his eyes finally peering up to meet yours. ‘Please say something’ he whispered, pleading with you to give him some scrap hope or inclination as to how you were feeling but you were in defensive mode. Unsure of if his words were genuine

‘I don’t know what to say’ you whispered, your heart dropping into your tummy when his eyes snapped back to looking at his fingers. No longer able to look at you when he knew what was about to come out of your mouth. ‘I don’t think-‘

‘I know what you’re doing’ he interrupted, his features a lots softer than you were expecting. ‘Please don’t push me away because you’re scared’

‘I’m not’ you lied, cursing him internally for being able to read you so well. You kept your eyes down hoping you could fool him for a bit longer but also because you couldn’t stand to see him this upset.

‘You were wrong about what you said. Us being friends has nothing to do with our parents. You’re my person, y/n. My best friend in the whole world who I love spending every second I can I with. It’s like I’ve felt homeless without you. I’ve got no where to go, no one to turn to. Please just let me fix this. I’d do absolutely anything for you’

You couldn’t listen to him anymore, his voice thick with tears as he let them flow down his face freely. He looked heartbroken as his bottom lip trembled with emotion and he looked like he was on the edge of breaking down. You couldn’t take it, your own heart shattering as you looked at him and without thinking you scrambled towards him, grabbing his face as you gently brushed his tears away. The touch of your skin on his seemed to have the adverse effect though as you were hoping to calm him down but he pulled you closer instantly, sobbing into your neck as he repeatedly apologised.

‘I’m so so sorry, please forgive me’ he hiccuped, holding onto you for dear life but you were set on trying to calm him down. You placed your lips to his ear, shushing him as you fingers found their way into his hair so you could scratch over his scalp gently as you rubbed up and down his back with your other hand.

‘It’s alright Mase, come on please calm down for me it’s okay’ you whispered relaxing back into the cushions so you could lean into each other. You tried to place gentle kisses on the side of his head, not caring you’d never done that before but you were trying anything to get him to relax and stop crying. Your own eyes were welling up at the state he was in but you willed yourself to stay strong for him. Keeping him tucked into your body even when you knew he’d calmed down you let him stay where he was until he was comfortable enough to pull away and look at you.

‘Sorry’ he breathed, and you wanted to tell him it was okay but you knew he had more he wanted to tell you. ‘I’ve found all this really hard you know? Not being able to talk to you and knowing you’re mad at me. I know it was my own fault but it sucks’

‘I know, Mase. I’ve found it hard too. I’m sorry we haven’t spoken sooner, I guess I just got in my own head and I didn’t want to deal with the fact that you might not want me around’ you sniffled, trying not to get upset as you wanted to talk this through with him.

‘Of course I want you around. I hated not speaking to you these past few weeks, I’ve missed you like crazy’ he breathed, holding you face by your jaw so you would look at him properly. ‘You’re my best friend and I let you down. I can’t tell you how sorry I am’

‘Why did you say all that stuff to me?’ You whispered as you watched his face drop before his lowered his gaze. Too embarrassed to look at you properly as he thought over everything.

‘I wish I knew, I really did. I can’t believe I’d ever say that stuff to you cause I don’t mean a word of it’ he breathed before locking eyes with you again. ‘You’re everything to me. You really are and it was all lies. I am yours, always have been. I don’t think you’re a nag or controlling and I’d be the luckiest man on earth if you were my girlfriend’ he laughed and you felt your face flush as you dropped your eyes from his. You whole body was thudding as your heart sped up at his confession, unsure if you were hearing him correctly and if you could handle him telling you any more. ‘I mean it. I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to realise. I’ve had a crush on you for ages but you’re so smart and you’ve got everything together so I never told you cause I figured I wouldn’t be what you want. And that’s okay, you deserve way more than I can give you-‘

You cut him off with a kiss, pulling back quickly as you’d shocked yourself with your actions but you’d just wanted him to stop talking as you knew he was rambling. It had definitely worked though as he stared back at you in shock, now seemingly lost for words.

‘Sorry, I just-‘

You couldn’t finish your sentence as he was now kissing you back, holding you in place as he slowly brushed his lips against yours and you felt yourself soften under his touch. He was unbelievably gentle with you and you could tell he was holding back so you kissed him back harder, butterflies erupting throughout your body as you caught onto what was happening.

You were kissing Mason. The boy you’d loved since you’d first set eyes on him and the realisation made you smile which in turn caused him to smile before you pulled apart.

‘You don’t know how long I’ve waited to do that’ he smiled, pulling away further so he could look at you

‘Not as long as I’ve waited’ you laughed and he gave you a curious expression. ‘Do you remember the day we first met?’

‘You mean that day in Portsmouth? Outside that pub?’

‘Yeah’ you laughed, looking down as you knew you were about to be embarrassed. ‘I’ve been waiting since then’ you told him and you felt him smile as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

‘Why haven’t you ever told me?’

‘Cause you’re you, Mase’ you laughed, playing with your fingers as you were too scared to look at him but you knew it was the right time to speak up. ‘You’re the best person in my life but you’re way out of my league. Not even that, I feel like we come from different planets half the time and I’ve never got why you wanted to be friends with me-‘

‘Hey’ he interrupted, tilting your face up so you would look at him. ‘Please don’t talk about yourself like that. I’ve never once thought that about you’ he told you seriously and you gulped under his intense stare.

‘Sorry’ you breathed ‘I guess once you got with Sienna and then the girls after her it just made me think you’d never want little old me’ you laughed and you watched him pout in annoyance but you knew it wasnt aimed at you.

‘I’m sorry’ he whispered before kissing you again gently. ‘Wanna know when I knew?’ He laughed and you nodded enthusiastically. ‘As shit as it sounds it was when you got with that dickhead from work last year. When you told me I felt so weird and I couldn’t figure out why. Then I realised all the stuff you were doing with him I wanted to be doing with you’ he told you quietly and you gulped down a nervous lump. ‘I guess I sort of felt the same though, he was so different to me that I thought I could never be what you wanted. He was safe and reliable and I’m not sure I can give you that’ he told you quietly.

Your heart sunk as your eyes dropped to your lap. This was obviously his way of letting you down gently but you’d made your peace with not being able to be with him a while ago and when he pulled you in for a hug you didn’t push him away.

‘I want to try though’ he whispered into your hair and your whole body exploded with relief as he gently rubbed your back. ‘I want to try and be what you need cause these last few weeks have been absolute hell for me and it’s just made me realise you’re all I want’

‘Really?’ You breathed, tears escaping your eyes as he comforted you.

‘Yes’ he laughed, trying to pull back but you held him close, not confident enough to look at him just yet. ‘I know we’ve got some stuff to sort through but I really want you to be mine’ he whispered, and the vulnerability in his voice made you finally look up at him, pulling him into a gentle kiss immediately as he laid the pair of you down. ‘Are we in agreement then?’ He laughed, moving the hair out of your face as you smiled back at him.

‘I think so yeah’ you told him quietly as he yawned and you both laughed as you stroked over his jaw. ‘Keeping you up am I?’ You joked as he pulled you closer.

‘Just give me ten minutes, it’s been a long day’ he smiled, shutting his eyes as you pulled a blanket over the pair of you and cuddled into his chest. You felt his breathing deepen not too long after and you let yourself drift off with him.

You weren’t sure what time it was when you eventually woke up, but you knew it was light outside. You opened your eyes to be met with Masons staring right back into yours, a gentle smile on his lips as he took you in.

‘Good morning, beautiful’ he whispered, his thumb stroking across your jaw before he placed a gentle kiss to your lips causing you to smile.

‘What happened to ten minutes’ you laughed and he smiled down at you lovingly.

‘I know, but I was exhausted’ he huffed, repositioning himself so you were on your back and he could lean over you a little bit. His head resting in his hand as the other cupped your cheek and stroked it gently. ‘I know we didn’t really get to talk everything over properly last night, but are we okay?’ He asked quietly and you nodded up to him with a smile.

‘I think so. We’ve got time to talk everything through properly later but at least I don’t have to pre tend like I don’t hate you today’ you laughed and he looked at you offended before the realisation hit him.

‘Ah shit, I forgot everyone’s gonna be here. What if I wanna kiss you?’

‘You’ll have to wait till tomorrow’ you told him as he dropped his lip, clearly unhappy with the situation.

‘Well let me stock up now cause this is gonna be unbearable’ he smiled, leaning down to attach your lips to his and you hummed into his mouth as you reached up to cup his jaw.

You were so caught up in the moment you didn’t even hear the door open, but you pulled apart with a shock when you heard someone let out a little yelp.

‘Something the pair of you want to tell me?’ Debbie laughed as you tried to hide yourself in Masons body out of embarrassment. You felt Masons chest shake as he laughed.

‘Can you pretend you haven’t seen anything? Just for today?’ He asked and you chanced a peek up her just as she sent him a wink.

‘Fine, but you owe me. And I’d get up if I was you, Summer is on the war path already and you know she won’t keep her mouth shut’ she laughed as she fled to the kitchen and Mason quickly pulled you up and placed a heavy kiss on your lips as you heard Summer running down his stairs.

‘Let’s get this show on the road’

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