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cruel words - mason mount

pairing: gn!reader x mason mount

type: angst to fluff

cw: an argument, no actual fighting though, worry and stress

Mason watched you while you ran out of the house to your car, shame seeping into every crack in his body as he saw your melancholy eyes turn back to the door once more. Wishing he had never lashed out at you, he felt his own body sizzle with a sense of internally reflected anger. All you were try to do was check up on him and he responded with a fiery fist of anger that slammed on his desk and rattled your stature.  

Earlier that day you had shuffled into his office with a glass of fresh water and a small snack wanting to replenish your boyfriend knowing that his long interview was possibly taking its toll on him. What you were not expecting was for Mason to become upset with you for disrupting his short break from the interview and taking his lack of sleep, poor productivity and hunger out on you. Sadly however, he did. After 3 harsh minutes filled to the brim with deep shouts of anguish from Mason, you whispered a small apology and with red rimmed eyes and an aching lump in your throat you scurried to your shared room.

A turmoil of anxious and self deprecative thoughts swirled about your mind as you tossed a few clothes into a bag planning to leave Mason alone for a bit to let him calm down and to not aggravate him any further. You weren’t sure whether to leave a note detailing where you were going or when you would come home. Choosing not to due to scarce time before he may leave his office, you just raced through the living room, slipping on the glossy wooden floors. The crash made Mason snap out of his own self-derogative distress after realising the cruel words he had said, no yelled at you, and he slipped out of his room to watch you run to your car, panic igniting inside him. Your lack of communication fuelled his unease and dread further and he began to text you until he recalled your current state of driving in a car and decided to wait so he wouldn’t distract you.

All he wanted to do was call you and apologise over and over and over again, but his deep worry for your safety, you currently driving in a car, annulled his further actions. Mason solemnly trudged back into your shared room and he sank onto the bed letting sadness control him. Racing through his mind were the harsh words he propelled at you, each one hurtling past his thoughts in a clash to win the contest.

His phone screen lit up the room and Mason grabbed it with such force he nearly tumbled out of his bed. Through blurred, teary eyes, he smiled in hopes of a message from you saying where you were, or that you were coming home or even just that you were okay. But no, it was just a stupid notification with a blue icon informing him that Declan had tweeted. Stupid Declan. He sighed, throwing his phone across the room watching it land on the grey carpet while his thoughts were only on you.

Your eyes had been obscured by a constant stream of tears that fell over your cheeks like a fretful stream over boulders. No, it was not safe for you to be driving, but you really needed to be somewhere else and had no friends or family that lived close by. So you settled for just driving round.

Stopping on a desolate car park, you just sat in your car and wept as you felt your phone vibrate in your cup holder beside you. The image icon showed a drunk picture of two smiling faces, the profile picture you had for Ben usually brought a smile to you lips, but not this time.

Trying to pacify yourself and your tears for the couple seconds you would need to tell Ben that you were busy, you took a deep breathe and picked up the phone, clicking the answer button. His vociferously content voice sounded throughout your car as he greeted you warmly, asking the usual are you okays as one would when talking to a friend. When you replied, your voice faltered. The slight stutter in it revealed your upset, it let Ben know something was not fine as you had just said it was five seconds ago. As soon as you began to lowly explain to Ben what had happened you got another call, this one from the man of the hour himself, Mason.

Heart beating out of your chest, you told Ben that you would call him back in a second despite his responses and accepted Mason’s call. As soon as you picked up, he asked whether you were still driving and if you were safe. Breathing out small answers of no and then yes, you heard a slight sigh of relief from the other end of the call. Then after a short pause, a stream of apologies flowed out of his mouth and he tried to explain but not excuse his previous actions. Feeling your shoulders relax, you smiled reminding yourself that he did in fact care and that was all that mattered. After accepting to his apology, a tight air of silence surrounded the pair of you, before Mason speedily questioned your location worry thick in his voice. You didn’t want to let him know that you were just sat in a derelict car park a few blocks away from the house, so you just said that you would be home soon. And soon you were. Back in your bed with Mason’s arms plastered around you with his face pushed into your neck the occasional kiss sending tingles down your spine.

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more than just a body - ben chilwell

pairing: ben chilwell x f!reader

type: sad, slight angst, fluff

cw: sexualisation/objectification of a afab body, breasts mentioned, swearing, anger, creepy old men

Ben had never been a particularly vocal person; this proven by the way his grip on your hand had gotten silently tighter over the past minute as he dragged you away from the area of the beach you had previously been lying on. His face was tense and with furrowed brows he hauled you for an alleged trip to get ice cream. You had no idea what was going on when he just suddenly tenderly tapped your shoulder and asked you to come with him to the cafe, then not waiting for an answer before beginning his mission to remove you from the premises.

Taking a moment to assess the situation, you pondered over the obscurity of Ben’s actions, letting your feet slow and your hands squeeze his, a signal you had stopped. He turned to look at you and you noted how his face was rigid with harsh lines of anger and distress. Your thumb began to gingerly rub against his palm in an attempt to calm your poor boyfriend in a clearly aggravated state.

“Hey, honey, look at me what’s wrong?” Your tone soft and delicate

Ben’s eyes still remained staring at the dusky, slate floor of the steps leading you both away from the sand. The grave pattern of the stone only upset Ben further as the beating heat and cacophonous noise from all around intensified his state. His mind was a turmoil of protective thoughts.

“Benji, please tell me, what’s wrong? Why did you drag me all the way over here? Love, what happened?”

His eyes finally graced yours, the grip on your hand tightened even more as his other curved around your waist pulling you into a soft hug. Finally letting go of your other hand, his fingers caressed your neck before fiddling with the ends of your hair. Your arms languidly curled around his neck as you melted into his touch, confusion still swirling through your mind.

“They were staring.” His solum, gravely words made a melancholy sigh emanate from your mouth

“Who was?” Your words came out shaky and you weren’t completely sure you genuinely wanted to know the answer.

“The old group of men, they put their shit right next to us just so they could fucking perve on you. They were all fucking looking y/n it was disgusting, it was like you were raw meat or one of their bloody beer bottles. You were asleep for crying out loud and all they could do was stare at your fucking tits. I’m so sorry love, I should have said something. I wanted to yell, fuck me, I wanted to just kick all of their heads in, but I just needed to get you out of there.” Ben rabbled on fuming, vulgar language being the last thing on his mind, his quivering words brought a deep shame to your stomach, like a sharp punch inducing waves of pain.

“Sadly, I can’t say I’m not used to it, but thank you Ben, you did the right thing”

You felt his breathing stop for a few seconds at your reply. The only action was he pulled you much closer than before snuggling his head into the crook of your neck and kissing you lightly there.

“Well, after that lets just say the ice cream’s on me” Ben half-smiled, trying to uplift your spirits slightly and his own too.

Though he was left unsuccessful as your arms slid away from around him and up to cover your chest. A forced, limited smile graced your face as your now sunken, drooped eyes glossed over at the thought of men looking at you like that. The once sturdy legs that stood below you felt like jelly and your whole body felt uneasy. It was as though it was crawling with an infestation, each bug a different pair of creepy old eyes staring at you. Hair stuck on end, goosebumps prominent, your mind congregated with gut-wrenching thoughts, a sticky repugnant gloss slicked over your skin, swarming at your chest, the main area of objectification. You wanted to collapse and huddle into a small ball until all the gross men in the world kicked the bucket, met their expiry date, perished or fucking died, however you want to say it.

Taking a few steps away from the mahogany haired boy in front of you, you strayed to sit on the cold grisly steps, freezing in the chilly shade. He followed. Perching on the stair right next to you, your head fell to his shoulder as one tear dribbled down your cheek, your mind began swearing to not let any others spill over. Hearing your quiet sniffles Ben immediately twisted his head, taking your face in the palm of his hand, wiping the roaming tear away. He removed your hands that were desperately trying to hide your chest and instead forced them around him once more, taking your whole body in another deep hug. You hugged back, letting your emotions pour out through the tightness of your hold.

“I hate it Ben, why are they such weirdos, why the hell do they think they have any right to do that to me, make me feel like this?”

“I know I know, I hate them too, you’re so much more than just a body darling” his words were sweet as his lips lingered on the top of your head, leaving small little pecks.

Hastily peeling off his hoodie, he tossed it into your lap for you to wear.

“Shall we just pack up, go home and cuddle?” He whispered into your scalp.

“Please” your quiet reply made Ben shoot up, taking your hand in his before speedily letting go to allow you time to slip his hoodie on.

Returning to your spot on the beach, Ben started collecting all of both of your stuff. With the time you had spare you took a deep breath and chose to just go and quickly look at the gross old men. A few steps to your right revealed that they had in fact disappeared, probably in order to find more alcohol. Shouting Ben over, he looked at you watching you giggle over your idea.

“What are you thi-“ before Ben could finish his question, your feet had started to boot loads of sand all over their stuff. Grabbing the spade that the child in Ben had bought earlier on, you took heaps of sand and propelled it into the wet bathing suit currently attempting to dry on the colourful windbreaker.

A few minutes after your destructive streak began, their whole section had been entirely covered in sand. You hoped with every bone in your body that it would cause them the most pain to clean it all up. Ben had just watched in amazement as you took all your anger out on the men’s belongings, proud of how insanely good your spade-throwing aim was. You stumbled back over to him, letting your tired arms drape across his waist and with all his might, he picked you up, letting your body sling across his as he carried you off of the beach, placing you onto the stone sea wall. He positioned himself between your legs then let a single kiss fall onto your lips as he hurled a camping chair over your head and into the beach hut behind you.

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blanket wars - mason mount

pairing: mason mount x gn!reader

type: fluff

cw: none

The sun washed over the sky, cascading a kaleidoscope of warming colours above you. Feelings of adoration felt like silk against your skin as they wrapped you up in a calming cuddle. It was a quiet Thursday evening, 6:41 pm to be exact, and the sweetness of the newly June air fluttered all around. Grass laid below you waving in the gentle breeze with the lilacs at the end of the garden. Their petals smiled a periwinkle grin and their jade leaves swayed.

From behind, small shuffling sounds could be heard making you turn your head gingerly in your camping chair. With his cute, little slippers, Mason padded over to the chair next to you. Taking in his appearance you noticed he was still in his pyjamas, a plain black shirt and blue, tartan, baggy trousers. Yawning slightly, he plopped into the chair and instantly started to hop his chair closer to yours. After a couple mini jumps, his chair was closer than you thought was physically possible. As he leaned across your body, his hands emerged from his beige jumper and soon enough they were grasping at the cream blanket currently submerging your body in a pit of warmth.

“Oi!” Was the only thing that came from your mouth after you realised what your boyfriend was trying to do.

“Please y/n, I’m begging, I’m practically already frozen, is that what you want? I’m literally going to die, I will freeze to death and they are going to have to put that on my death certificate. My grave will literally say ‘here lies mason mount who froze to death because y/n didn’t want to share their huge warm blanket with their lovely, kind, attractive, cool, sexy and really really cold boyfriend.” Mason rambled on, a teasing tone flowing through his words.

However, you would not let his cries of frostiness coerce you out of the amenity of the blanket you were snuggled into. The cynical nature of your mind pushed you to laugh at his stubborn pout and you denied his access to your blanket with alacrity.

“Please, I’m begging you y/n, please” he continued.

A moment of weakness swooned you as his chocolate doe eyes bore into yours, your grip loosened on the fluffy blanket. Mason noticed this and fully took the opportunity as he yanked the soft fabric out of your hands leaving you gasping while the freezing breeze blasted at you and blew every last whisper of heat away.

“MASE!!” You voice boomed with displeasure, “get here right now you prick”

Looking at where Mason once stood, you noticed he had taken off and now was running aimlessly down the garden, when he reached the bottom you knew he would have nowhere to go. As he edged closer you slowly rose to you feet and began stretching your legs to prepare for the next minute. His body was now crouched with a cream blanket wrapped around it, hiding behind the soft lilacs. Bending down to put your deep brown crocs into sports mode, you took a deep breathe before returning to your previous position.

Letting out a loud war cry, you began to sprint down the garden to the spot where Mason was currently perched. His eyes widening rapidly, he leapt up, trying not to trip over his slippers. Mason’s slim body began to try and weave around you letting the cream blanket ripple wistfully in the evening air behind him. Though he tried, you swerved in front of him, making him begin to abruptly halt his movements, forcing him to fall on the ground as his slippers slid below. Grabbing onto you for support, Mason misjudged your strength as he pulled you down next to him.

With a thump, you both laid tangled on the grass giggling horrendously. Both of your smiles could be literally heard for miles. His arms tenderly slung themselves around your waist and pulled you closer to him, then they heaved you on-top of his body.

This was your chance. Your arms stretched to the cream quilt that had softly flopped onto the grass earlier. Once your fingers felt the soft fabric they gripped it and you jumped to you feet leaving Mason groaning in confusion below you.

“Yeah that’s right Mr.Mount, you can suck it! Fuck you Mase” you quipped, letting Mason roll his eyes at your pettiness.

Allowing him to stay strewn on the ground, you wandered back up to the camping chairs at the other end of the garden and cuddled into the cream fluff. The sun had set a while back leaving you to just stare at the stars that were beginning to unveil themselves around you. Slowly he waddled up the garden, joining you again and thus you chose to sit on top of him. Mason permit you begrudgingly as it meant he got the soft blanket as well as it secretly meaning he got to hug and kiss you whenever he pleased, which to him was the biggest, most precious bonus.

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mid morning naps - mason mount

pairing: mason mount x gn!reader

type: disgusting fluff

cw: none

With a small smile ghosting his lips, Mason watched you silently. There you were, laid strewn across the bed sheets, a golden shine dancing over your soft features. The gleaming stream of light glided across your skin, worshipping every inch. Curling around your waist it emanated a glow of affection that seeped through your skin and enveloped your heart in a tight hug. His grin only grew as he looked down to see the hoodie encasing your body, the crinkled and tattered Chelsea logo imprinted on the blue fabric unveiling the extent to which it had been worn.

Comfort swooned Mason as he sighed softly, breathing in the familiar fragrances of you that swallowed him. He wanted to scream exclamations of adoration and love, yet his voice fell silent in fear of waking you up.

Shuffling quietly in the bed to face you, his fingers languidly traced your stature and his breathing relaxed to a steady pattern. Your hair was tossed messily over your pillow and your face looked at utter peace, other than the small huffs that left your mouth every couple of seconds.

One particular strand fell softly onto your cheeks, leaving Mason with no choice but to delicately dust it out of your face. The feeling of him gingerly touching your face awoke you as the warmth swamped you. A small huff escaped your lips causing his eyes to flick to your features that were currently twisting in the discomfort of waking up. Hushed ‘shh’ noises replaced the previous silence as Mason quietly tried to lull you back to a sleeping state. A pang of guilt rippled through him in waves as your muscles began to stretch, signalling you really had woken up.

As his arms wrapped round you like a vine, short sighs of delight left you and you burrowed further into his warmth. Tender kisses were shared before his lips again came in contact with your neck. This time it your turn to shift in the bed, letting your legs swing over and around Mason, you nuzzled you face into his neck and then chose to flop onto his body. A minuscule sigh followed by a short chuckle left Mason.

“You’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen y’know” he whispered into your ear, kissing your head softly.

“Well yeah of course” another chuckle left Mason, leaving you to smile so hard.

“Unless you count Ben obviously” he retorted.

“Obviously” Your tone dripped with sarcasm as your legs that were wrapped around his torso squeezed him slightly, “But can little Benny-boy do this?”

Before he could react, your legs propelled you to straddle Mason and you lent down ensuring your lips were secured firmly on his, as you put your full effort and focus on taking Mason’s breath away. Your tongue had found his within seconds with soft kisses developing into more demanding ones that had his arm curling around your waist, pulling your hips to his in an effort to deepen the kiss further.

Finally letting him go, silence filled the room apart from his little pants, causing your grin to expand.

“No, not quite” Mason smiled down at you.

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takeaway - ben chilwell

pairing: ben chilwell x gn!reader

type: kinda angst and then fluff :)

cw: arguing (no actual direct speech shown though)

Anger fizzled through you veins as the evening sky above taunted you. Slamming the door to your rusted car shut, your mind felt like a turmoil of exasperation and upset. Small little irritable accidents throughout the day had manifested the indignant feeling you currently acquired.

Sure, working at a cafe was not the world’s worst job and it certainly was not the hardest, but oh my was it draining painful. The snarky remarks from snide customers, the shameful spillages, the late shifts, all of it really sucked the life from one’s body and today was no different, apart from the fact is the was worse. Your already fervent mind now rattled with the spiked situations you had been shoved into today.

Your intellect and good judgement had been marred by the exhaustion that seeped through you and so when, having walked into the house, you saw Ben sat there feasting on a box of biscuits with the bag of washing you had begged him to launder earlier still strewn on the carpet by his feet, your mind finally cracked.

Words of desperate rage emanated from your mouth and harsh condemnations flew at him as his tired face was wiped of a smile seeing your furious demeanour. Ben’s eyebrows furrowed at the insults and though his sweet blue eyes were pooled with upset, his face was strong. He knew your words meant nothing, but even so as the guilt poured into him, he couldn’t help but feel offended at your cruelty.

A few crude and pointless insults later, your breathe became shaky and words were no longer flowing from your mouth. You stood there, crumbling as your tears soaked the skin they ran down. Streams of vexation, hurt and regret gushed over your cheeks, either puddling in the tangle of your hands or absorbing into your black hoodie. Turning on your foot, your socks slid over the wooden floor and you raced to the stairs, tumbling up them and into your shared bedroom.

Your skin felt sticky. Sticky with anguish and guilt. You shouldn’t have spoken to Ben like that, no matter how upset you were or how bad your day had been, you had no right to talk to him in the way you did. Now clad in a hoodie and a pair of Ben’s sweats, you wanted nothing more than to run downstairs and apologise, but your legs were rooted to the pale bed sheets. The tears returned, though this time they were only of disappointment as it felt like these salty drops were the only way you could express the raw emotions you felt.

A soft knock at the door sounded and your whole body froze except for the warm beating of your heart. Breathes became shallow as you heard a slight shuffling sound before the bed dipped behind you signalling that he had got in. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling your crumpled body against his and he nuzzled his head into your neck.

Short whispered apologies escaped his lips as they pressed gingerly on your neck. He had now put the washing on and ordered a takeaway for the both of you to enjoy. You turned, wiggling so that you could see his face which had a tender smile placed upon it.

“I’m sorry” you breathed gently, “I didn’t mean to shout, I’ve just had a shit day and it seemed everything went wrong, but that’s no excuse to take it out on you, I’m so sorry Benji”

He smiled at the choice of nickname and kissed the tip of your nose delicately before resting your head on his chest.

“It’s alright my love, I know you didn’t mean it, it’s okay now, i’m here and now we’re about to have the best takeaway in the history of anything and cuddle for the rest of the evening, deal?”

You nestled your head further into his chest and lightly agreed, silently thanking everything in existence that you had found such a kind and understanding boyfriend.

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rainy cuddles - ben chilwell

pairing: ben chilwell x gn!reader

type: fluff fluff fluff

cw: none that i can see :)

It was a rainy Tuesday afternoon, the droplets of rain drove down your window with determination racing one another in the battle of a lifetime. As you lay strewn across the sofa of your small apartment, you could see buckets and buckets all of water pouring down outside. The light sound of tapping feet sounded throughout the living room and your attention was steered away from the glass pane you had been carelessly staring at for the past five minutes. A dishevelled looking Ben wandered into the room, his eyes tired and droopy, his lips chapped but smiling.

“Morning Benji” you whispered quietly as if his ears where delicate pieces of china that would shatter with any sound that clamoured louder than a whisper.

“Hey love” his tired lips uttered back, the ends of them curling upwards at your flustered state curtsy of his chosen pet name.

He floundered over and sank down next to you on the sofa, letting his body relax up against the soft material. Next to him, you shuffled across the furniture and cuddled up the the boy’s warm body, his heat radiating off of him. Chucking a hoodie clad arm around you he pulled you in closer and turned so he was laid on his back with you practically lying on top of him. It was soft moments like this that completely warmed your heart. His chapped lips made contact with the top of your head and you looked up at Ben, making tender eye contact with him. Your boyfriend lazily pushed some of his hair out of his eyes making you bring a hand up to his level and ruffle it all up completely watching as his face contorted into displeasure.

A small groan of annoyance left his lips, but as you smiled up at him sweetly any upset left him, flew away, thoroughly evaporated, literally got up and walked out of the door slamming it on it’s exit.

You were so entirely in love with Ben that happiness was all you could feel in the moment but at the same time you were nearly afraid that this small moment would end all too soon. All you wanted to do was smother him in hugs and kisses, but it didn’t seem like enough because you loved that boy more than any words or little actions could explain.

It seemed like he was reading your thoughts as before you even think of another he adjusted both your positions so that he lips were by your ear and with a slight roughness to his voice he whispered “I love you more than anything could ever even begin to explain”

“God you’re such a soppy twat” you lowly chuckled, trying to ignore the cluster of butterflies currently swarming your stomach full of jittery happiness. “But I love you too”

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kiss it better, mason mount.

idk i just had this sudden moment where i thought about mason … just kissing and loving all your insecurities …and it made me all ☹️💗

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It’s All So Quiet

Summary: The one where you don’t want Mason seeing you during one OG your bad days.

Song: You Are Not Alone by Michael Jackson Quote: “I’m here.”

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rock - mason mount

pairing: mason mount x gn!reader

type: sad and then fluff

cw: sadness (reason not really mentioned except a bad day pushing reader over the edge), mentions of feeling numb, crying

Walking swiftly up the cement steps leading you to the front door of your apartment, your hands fumbled in your pockets trying to find the keys. Fingers folding around the ragged metal, you pulled the key chain out and stabbed it at the lock a few times. After around thirty tries of twisting and turning the stupid key it finally slipped nonchalantly into the door and you sighed as the wooden slab opened, letting you inside and out of the whistling cold. Shuffling your shoe clad feet on the sweet welcome mat Mason had forced you to buy weeks earlier, you bent down to unlace the trainers and wiggled both your frozen feet out of them. Removing your dark leathery coat too, the heat from the hall’s radiator rippled over and lilted down your body, encasing you in a hug of warmth.

With a short sigh you let your tired feet quietly tap along the floor until you found yourself walking into the living room. Mason was nowhere to see and with your phone now connecting to the WiFi you checked your notifications, finding a small green one expressing that he had messaged you that he would probably still be gaming when you got home so his lack of presence led you to the conclusion that he was correct. Fervent thoughts of just storming in to his room without a care for interrupting his gaming, where all his friends could hear you, just so you could cuddle Mason swam through your mind. All you wanted to do was lie in his comfy arms, feeling them wrap around you tightly as your head found a spot nestled by his shoulder. However, you still stood alone in the kitchen, having not moved any closer to Mason’s gaming room than you were before. Another sigh left your mouth as you began to trudge along the wooden floor, feeling your socks slide slightly. Arriving at the kitchen counter you put all of your smidgen of remaining energy to hop onto it. You felt your body just sink as it began to relax, the familiarity of your surrounding bringing you back to a state of serenity.

After staying like that for a while, your body went a little numb in the areas touching the cold marble surface, but you didn’t mind, the feeling was almost nice and comforting. All of a sudden a cold drop fell onto your hands and you reached slowly up to your dampened cheek feeling another tear dribble down. When did you start crying? Today had just honestly been such a bad day that the paralysis of emotions relieved you knowing the pain would have been too much to deal with. Just letting your tears stumble and tumble down your stained cheeks, you began to fully cry. No restraints. You let it all go. Every mean comment or deep insecurity darted out of you through the salty rivers flowing down.

Your little breakdown left you unaware of the presence of another. Having heard your dejected, dismal wails from his gaming room upstairs, Mason rushed to turn off his game. The sound of his footsteps on the stairs were absentmindedly drowned out by your whimpers and cries so when you saw his sorrowful brown eyes looking at you with worry from the other side of the room, your body jumped. He took a couple steps closer and held his hands out silently asking if it was okay for him to hug you. To which you nodded your head before letting more tears trickle down. His arms engulfed you pulling your body into his and resting your head on his chest so you could hear his heart beat and coordinate your breathing with his. No questions were asked until you fell into him further only to find something sharp in his pocket poking you. Your heart wanted to make a suggestive joke but the exhaustion emerged it in silence and what’s this were the only words spoken.

“Oh!”, Mason jumped in the air a little squealing with delight, remembering the little surprise he had in his pocket,” I got this for you!”

Mason’s hands rummaged around in his pocket as if it were full of money till slowly he brought his hand back out with a smile plastered firmly on his face. His hand cloaked the object so you couldn’t see it. For dramatic effect, he withdrew a finger at a time making sure to take extra long. Finally the last finger was gone and you could see a small rock with a strange pattern spilled on the outside.

“I got you a rock. It looked pretty so I thought you might want it. Because, because well I don’t know, you’re pretty and its pretty, though don’t worry you’re much prettier, well you’re stunning and literally perfect whereas this is only pretty. Anyways, I was obviously at training today and I saw it and the coloured designs on the outside made me think of you cause the swirls are beautiful and like really cool, just like you. I can keep it if you don’t want it, that’s fine too, I just thought it was cool and well yeah very pretty.” He mumbled looking more and more at the kitchen floor as he carried on his little speech, embarrassment getting the best of him.

And just like that, everything went away for a second, all of the negative emotions that made you cry just left, maybe not forever, but for this moment here they were gone and every ounce of you emanated pure love and happiness. Mason made you whole and you couldn’t thank him enough, he was just so sweet you couldn’t deal. Realising you hadn’t spoken for a while, you looked into his eyes and back down to the rock taking it from his hands and letting your fingers smooth over the sides and the touch texture of the surface. It was genuinely the nicest little gift you could have gotten right now.

“Thank you Mase, I love it, it’s beautiful, genuinely thank you.” You breathed out, worrying if you spoke any louder the tears would spill out once more pouring buckets over your cheeks. He gave you a small kiss and buried you back into him, nuzzling into you.

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late night train rides - ben chilwell

pairing: ben chilwell x nb!reader

type: fluff

cw: none that i can see

- sorry if you don’t like shakira, i couldn’t think of anyone else my mind was literally blank, but i think it works!

You were stuck in the liminality of a slumber and reality as you felt your consciousness ebbing away, and your thoughts, as clear and concise as they were mere moments ago, were coming to an end. The speckled flooring of the train drugged your mind and wooed you into a state of exhaustion with each bundled ball of bubblegum carving another strip of energy from within you. The repeated rock of the carriage you and Ben were sat in was only lulling you further, along with the hum of the wheels continuously chugging down the worn track. Each blink was slower than the last and your head began to slowly droop onto Ben’s shoulder, the sudden contact making him jump. The sickly, grey walls that enclosed you dulled everything down, for a moment, making the world black and white with shades of grey. The only glow was from the long lights above you, their susurrous buzz wafting into your ears, making your hearing fuzzy like a small, dusky pompom.

The one thing keeping your eyes from fully closing was the music encasing your right ear in a euphonious song. The prominent twang of Shakira’s voice injected you with a rush of enthusiasm as the melody began to swirl around your hips and they flexed to either side along with the beat. A chuckle from the body next to you made your head flick up off of his shoulder. His grin had formed due to the feeling of your hips moving as the words ‘hips don’t lie’ flew through the wires of your earphones. Then, you began to feel his body pressing up more against you and then further away as it shyly winded to the song.

You were both sat there alone in the carriage of a monotone, grey train, letting both your hips and torso twist and shake to the rhythm that Shakira’s upbeat song brought. With wide smiles creasing lines across your face, you made eye contact with each other, realising the silliness of your state. Though the exhaustion of your minds left you there not caring in the slightest. Letting this new found freedom control your body, it began to roll slightly on the seat below, leaving Ben to let out hyped exclamations as he tried to stay moving his body while watching yours.

A flat uniform voice brought your attention away from each other’s swaying bodies and to the fact that your stop was after the next one. You were retuned to the dreary reality of your situation as Shakira’s words slowed and the melody faltered until it ended, a pause sounded before the next song played. Your head had sank on to Ben’s shoulder once more as his tilted to rest securely on top of yours and his hand moved into your lap to fiddle with your fingers.

As his fingertips twisted your ring that was turning exceedingly more green, the mellow beginning of pluto projector filled your ears and in an instant your mood changed, along with the atmosphere between you and Ben. It became more delicate and his hand grasped yours gently. You squeezed gingerly in an attempt to soften the space. Beside you, Ben began to hum along with the tune, making you smile kindly as you stared at him in the reflection of the scratched, grimy window.

He beamed down at you, kissing the top of your head lightly before letting your eyes close to the rosey melody, as he listened out for your stop.

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ramen noodles - mason mount

pairing: mason mount x gn!reader

type: fluff

cw: not much, potentially eating, pls let me know if anything else!

Tumbling slightly out of the car, you managed to stay upright and began walking towards the small shop in front of you. The neon signs were no constellations, yet you navigated by them just the same. It was as if every vivid summer petal had been sacrificed, crushed and squeezed into that store sign so it could shout louder than the moon and stars. And you were extremely thankful for that as it was currently 2:27 am and your eyes had fogged up, hazy with a lack of sleep.

Turning back for a second, you saw Mason trudging flimsily behind, acting as if his feet were made of iron, weighing him down. You paused your advancement towards the store and waited as he languidly lumbered closer to you. Holding out a hand for him to take, you waited until his cold, pale skin grasped onto yours. Then hand in hand you both made your way towards the shop, watching as the gap-toothed neon open sign sneered at the bleak car park.

It wasn’t long until you felt the warm glow of the synthetic store lights on your skin as you stepped through the grime-ridden door. Countless aisles stood anonymously, lined in perfect symmetry. Tonnes of fresh produce were crammed onto each shelf, yet no customers to purchase and only one member of staff occupied the desolate supermarket. You pulled Mason a little bit harder till you were met with a grunt as he stopped to get a trolley for the both of you. Stuffing a pound coin in the slot, he unclasped the chain keeping the shopping carts all together and rolled it over to you. Grabbing the trolley with one hand and Mason’s palm with the other you continued your pursuit into the grocery store. Mason let out a low chuckle, noticing the way your pace picked up as you nonchalantly sprinted past the vegetables and then again past the fruits.

Making your way to the snack aisle, you let go of the trolley, letting it trundle along the plain tile flooring going down its own path. The selection was varied and you and Mason raced down the aisle picking up random bags and flinging them in the vicinity of your cart. Piles of sweets, biscuits and crisps were now forming a mound as they were continuously being hurled.

Abruptly, a loud screech blared and echoed throughout the deserted store as your worn converse slid to a halt in front of a specific item. Shuffling up behind you, Mason stopped too, a smile breaking out on his face in concurrence with yours. Looking at each other for a simple split second, you both grabbed three packs of the ramen noodles and tossed them on the side of the food mountain, which Mason had named ‘Mason Mount’ making you giggle at the perfect choice of words.

Then with bliss he disclosed and declared the name of the top of ‘Mason Mount’ - y/n peak. Though it was silly, you felt a warm peachy glow illuminate in the pit of your stomach and your nose crinkled like tissue paper. As you shook your head light-heartedly at Mason, he took no notice and instead tried to push the now bulky and cumbersome trolley to the service point. Noticing his clear struggle, you lilted over to help, both of you enforcing every last dribble of energy to try and shift the cart.

After an age of pushing, you finally made it to the tills, only one in service with a seemingly ancient man as the cashier. A wizened face peered out from under a wedge of blue hat, which was the only thing on his otherwise bald and mottled scalp, save a sparse fringe of white. His eyes were so heavily lidded and weighed down with wrinkled folds that it was almost like talking to someone asleep, yet he was quite alert. He took no time in scanning and sliding every snack, till he was finished. Not seeing the last ramen noodle pot tumbling towards him.

“Will that be all?”

You had been expecting the croak of old age but his voice was more like a sergeant major, strong and distinctly upper class. Frozen to the spot with confusion over his voice, you both forgot you had to reply.

“Oh, oh um y-yes thank you sir” you stuttered out, still in shock by his gravely tone, “oh wait sorry, sir, you missed something, so sorry”

No words were spoken, only the long overworked sigh that emanated from his mouth.

He quickly scanned the last pot, wasting no time in getting your total up, which Mason rapidly tapped his card and payed for, letting you both leave the store not long after you had entered it.

The streets of London were unsurprisingly clear for a Monday evening, or rather Tuesday morning, at now 2:56 am. You were able to drive home in no time, which was convenient as Mason had spent the entire time moaning about how hungry he was and how much he wanted a cup of warm noodles and how he wanted to finish watching the film that he had put of pause just to go and get food. The whole 10 minutes it took to get home he spent moaning and groaning about something new and you just listened. You loved just listening to Mason talk, whether he was ranting or telling you about coding or just talking about absolutely nothing, it meant everything to you. So as you drove back from the small Tesco’s a tiny smile had weaved its way onto your face.

Finally though, you got home and while Mason put the stuff away and started the ramen, you relaxed into the sofa and suffocated your body in blankets. Each soft quilt felt fluid against your skin as the fluff soothed you to comfort. Soon enough, Mason pottered back over to you with two hot steaming mugs. The questioning look on your face led to him explaining that the two of you had ran out of bowls and so he resorted to the closest option because he was ‘not giving up his ramen for a stupid lack of bowls’. The sass in his tone made you lightly chuckle as you took the mug from his hands along with a fork and shuffled across the sofa to let Mason join you. Playing the movie, you threw your legs into a criss cross and brought the mug towards your mouth, taking a sip of the broth.

“Tastes good Mase” you smiled, taking in how adorable he looked, covered in blankets fiddling with a forkful of ramen noodles from a mug.

“Of course it does, I made it.” He quipped back, a grin plastered on his face and his left eyebrow quirked.

You simply chuckled back and placed your mug down, letting your body fall against Mason’s, tousling his hair gently. His lips allighted on your cheek like a dew freckled petal caught in a breeze, so soft and with the smallest hint of coolness. Then he peacefully watched as a carnation blush blossomed across your smiling cheeks. You only cuddled further into his body, snuggling up against him, chest to chest, your heartbeat slowly caught up to his, as if your bodies reacted simultaneously to your warm touch.

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