#chelsea fc imagine

[chelseachilly]

falling for you

pairing: reader x ben chilwell summary: as a reporter for chelsea and england, you and ben have always been friendly - and sometimes a bit flirty - but you never imagined a fluke injury while filming a youtube video could lead to something more warnings: mentions of minor injury, mainly just fluff ☺️ word count: 6.4k

author's note: hope you like this one! it was a lot of fun to write and definitely my longest one-shot yet hahah. fc is olivia buzalgo obviously lol

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As a reporter for both the England national team and Chelsea, you’ve always tried your best to remain professional and not show favouritism towards any of the players.

For the most part, this hasn’t been an issue. While you do spend a lot of your time with incredibly fit guys around your age, they’ve never been anything other than colleagues or, at the most, friends.

Except for Ben Chilwell. 

He had been on your radar professionally for some time before you met, as he was an up and coming talent at Leicester and for England. You always thought he was good looking when you watched him play on television, but you didn’t really know much about him.

It wasn’t until he signed for Chelsea in the summer of 2020 that things changed.

You were tasked with conducting Ben’s first interview for the club, and the two of you hit it off immediately. You felt like you had known him your whole life within the hour you spent together in a small room at Cobham, chatting about his career and his goals at Chelsea. 

You also learned quickly that Ben wasn’t just attractive - there was something magnetic about him. You felt instantly at ease around him, yet he also made your heart rate triple with a quick smile as you passed in the hallway or a glance in your direction while he’s on the pitch.

While you would never dream of pursuing him, partly because it’s unprofessional and partly because there’s no way he feels the same way, the connection between you two hasn’t exactly gone unnoticed. 

Every time you post an Instagram story of you working with Ben or a video of you interviewing him is released, the comments and replies are flooded with fans speculating about whether you two are dating. You always feel a bit embarrassed, wondering if he’s seeing these responses too, but you continue to post the content for two reasons:

One, because your content with Ben always performs the best, meaning your bosses are always encouraging more of it;

And two, because you’re super into him and you’ll take any excuse to work with or spend time with him.

So, despite all the speculation, you continue to post pics with Ben whenever you’re working together, and the occasional borderline-flirty comments he leaves certainly don’t help matters. 

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The seemingly flirty comments he sometimes makes in person don’t help matters, either - certainly not for your growing crush on him. You find yourself both looking forward to and dreading every opportunity to film something with him, loving every minute of your time with him but wishing deep down that it could lead to something more. 

You’ve hung out a bit outside of work, too, sometimes grabbing something to eat after a shoot or partying together after Chelsea have won a big game. You’re friends, but that’s all you are. You’re painfully reminded of that every time you read about the latest gorgeous model he’s dating. 

That doesn’t stop your heart from skipping a beat when your boss emails you your next assignment, a video with Ben and Conor. They’re two of your closest friends on the team, so it should be a dream day of work for you to film a silly video with them for the club’s socials, but you’re more nervous than usual. 

Ben’s been a little bit flirtier than usual lately, bringing you coffee when you’re working at Cobham and sending you funny TikToks throughout the day. You’re not reading too much into it, but it’s definitely going to make it harder for you to ignore your feelings for him.

But you’ll at least have Conor and the camera crew there, so it won’t be that bad. You hope.

You arrive at Cobham bright and early that day, already dressed and having done your own makeup as per usual for a shoot like this. You meet up with the cameraman, Brian, who you frequently work with, to go over the plan.

“You nervous?” Brian asks when you walk into the office, a small smirk on his face. 

You can feel your face go pale and your eyes widen. “What? Wh-why would I be nervous?”

“Because of the shoot,” Brian says blankly, raising an eyebrow at you. “You know, how you were saying you’re awful at football…”

Ah, yes. The normal reason for you to be nervous. 

Truthfully, your mind has been so taken up with thoughts of seeing Ben that you haven’t worried too much about the video itself. The premise is that the boys will demonstrate some football skills and you’re supposed to try to replicate them. You’re hardly a footballer, so it’s really just meant to be lighthearted, funny content for fans who like your dynamic with the boys. 

“Oh, right,” you say with a small laugh. “I’m sure it won’t be too bad. How hard can it be?”

Brian just laughs, ignoring your slightly odd behaviour from before. “Yeah, you’ll be fine.”

A little while later, you make your way out to the training pitch where you’re meeting the guys, and you smile when you see Ben has shown up early and is kicking the ball around and scrolling on his phone. He stops and smiles when he sees you approaching.

“Y/N, hey!” he exclaims, pulling you into a quick hug. “You alright?”

“Hey, Ben,” you reply, in a bit of a trance as you pull back from the hug. “I’m good. How are you?”

“Great,” Ben grins. “You ready to learn a few things?” 

“Oh, yeah, it’s not every day that I get a free football lesson from the stars of Chelsea FC,” you tease. 

“Yeah, you basically won the lotto,” Ben chuckles.

You raise an eyebrow with a smirk. “You’re comparing a morning with you to winning the lottery?”

Before your banter can continue, you see Conor and the rest of the video crew approaching and you’re brought back to reality - in which Ben is your coworker, not your boyfriend, and you have a job to do. 

You quickly hug Conor hello and chat for a minute while the guys set up the filming equipment. You can tell they’re in high spirits from the recent winning streak they’ve been on, making the atmosphere around Cobham better all around. 

Once it’s time to get started, you get into position and begin your intro, explaining the premise of the video. 

You start off with some easier skills, watching Ben and Conor demonstrate before attempting them yourself. You’re definitely not a professional, but you played a bit as a kid, so you can handle a few kick ups and headers. 

As things start to get a bit more complicated, you’re definitely struggling more, but the boys are very sweet and encouraging. Honestly, you’re not too concerned with showcasing your abilities - it’s just a funny video, and it’s part of the job. You don’t think any of the fans are expecting you to be the next Leah Williamson or something, but you still try your best for the sake of the challenge. 

The final skill you have to do is a bit of a trickier one, a crossover. Ben shows you how to do it with ease, obviously, before encouraging you to give it a go. 

After a couple failed attempts that you hope the video editor cuts out, you finally manage one, and both Ben and Conor cheer for you like you just won the Champions League.

“You’re a pro, Y/N,” Ben grins. “Wanna go again?”

With a sudden boost of confidence, you nod, and Ben kicks the ball back to you. You kick it up a few times and meet Ben’s gaze with a small smile before jumping up and swinging your leg around the ball again. 

Only this time, instead of landing perfectly on your feet, you land directly on the side of your left ankle and fall over.

There’s a shooting pain up your leg, but that’s overshadowed by the immediate embarrassment you’re feeling. The moment you catch your breath and sit up, Ben is already at your side with his hand on your upper back, asking if you’re okay.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you insist, before you’ve even had time to assess if that’s true. “Just give me a sec and we can keep going, sorry guys.”

“Are you sure?” Brian asks, setting his camera down on the tripod after he stopped filming. “It looked like you twisted your ankle pretty bad.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing,” you say, though the pain has begun to settle in and it definitely doesn’t feel like nothing. “Ben, can you help me up?”

Ben looks hesitant, his eyes flitting from your ankle back up to your face, but he nods and grabs both your hands to help lift you to your feet. 

You’re determined to soldier on and finish the video with minimal humiliation, but the moment you put the slightest bit of weight on your left foot, you wince sharply and feel tears begin to brim in your eyes. 

Ben immediately catches you and carefully lowers you back to the ground, keeping a hand on your back.

“Y/N, you’re hurt,” Ben says, eyes full of concern. “It’s your ankle?”

You nod, afraid that if you speak, your voice will tremble from the pain.

“We should take her to one of the physios to get it looked at,” Conor suggests. 

“I’m sure they have more important things to deal with,” you mumble, feeling a bit more grounded by the way Ben is gently rubbing your back, giving you something other than the pain to focus on. 

“Not really, we don’t have training today so most of the boys aren’t even here,” Ben assures you. “I’ll take you there now.”

You’re about to ask how you’re going to get all the way up to the physio offices if you can’t even stand, but you don’t have to wonder for long before Ben is carefully slipping his arm under your knees.

You let out a small gasp as you’re swept off your feet, suddenly finding yourself in Ben’s arms. 

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he asks quickly, misinterpreting your surprise for pain.

“No, I’m good,” you say quietly. Despite the shooting pain, this is partially true - how could you not be good when you’re currently being carried bridal style by the guy you’ve had a crush on for years. 

“Sorry, guys,” you say to Conor and the crew. “Maybe once they look at my ankle we can continue-“

“There’s no way you’re walking on that today, and we have enough content for the video,” Brian tells you. “Go get checked out and let us know how you’re feeling, alright?” 

“I will,” you smile. “Thanks.”

“Good to go?” Ben asks you, and you nod. 

You rest your head on his shoulder as he carries you with ease up to the physio department, feeling strangely comfortable in this position you never expected to be in. You love the feeling of being in his arms, how safe and protected you feel even in your vulnerable state. 

Once you arrive at the physio rooms, Ben sets you down gently on one of the beds and runs to grab someone. He returns moments later with Billy, who you’ve met a few times around the club. He’s a kind man who you know is particularly close with many of the players, including Ben.

“Hi there, Y/N, let’s take a look at that ankle,” he says gently. “Ben, mind grabbing some ice?”

“Of course.”

Ben goes over to the freezer and grabs a bag of ice while Billy carefully removes your shoe and sock, the action alone making tears form in your eyes once again. 

“Let’s ice it for a few minutes first,” Billy suggests after seeing the state of your rapidly swelling ankle. “I’ll go get you something for the pain.”

After he takes the ice pack from Ben and gently places it on your foot, relieving the throbbing a little bit, Billy leaves the room. Ben pulls up a chair next to you and lightly touches your arm. 

“You doing alright? That looks like a bad one,” Ben says, his voice impossibly even softer than before as he sees the pain you’re experiencing.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” You sigh, shaking your head. “I’m just so humiliated, to be honest. Leave it to me to injure myself on video, and in front of my coworkers and two professional footballers.” 

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, love, that could’ve happened to anyone,” Ben insists, making your heart jump at the tender nickname. “It’s my fault, I encouraged you to go again. I’m so sorry you got hurt, I feel awful.”

“No, Ben, absolutely not,” you say quickly. “It was just a dumb accident. I think I got a bit too confident in my football abilities.”

“Well, you were doing great,” he smiles. “I think the fans will love the video. Just like everything else you do.”

You’re grateful that Billy walks back in right in that moment, both because of the pain meds he has for you and because it diverts Ben’s attention from your now flushed cheeks. 

As Billy begins your assessment, you turn back to Ben.

“You really don’t have to stay, I’m sure you have better things to do with the rest of your day.”

“Don’t be silly, Y/N, I’m not going anywhere,” Ben says definitively. 

You’re sure you’re blushing again, but it’s quickly overshadowed by your grimacing in pain as Billy gently rotates and palpates your foot. Ben’s presence calms you down massively as Billy runs some tests to determine the extent of your injury.

After it’s determined that it’s just a bad sprain, Billy puts you in a boot and gives you crutches to get around for the next few days. He says to go for an x-ray if it doesn’t improve in the next two weeks, but that you should be walking fine by then. 

Once you’re cleared to leave, Ben offers to grab your stuff from the media team offices as you rack your brain to think about how you’re going to get both yourself and your car home. 

He returns with your bag slung over his shoulder and another gentle, heartwarming, completely irresistible smile on his face. 

“You ready to go?”

“Yeah, I just need to call my parents and see when they’ll be able to make it,” you tell him. “It might be a while, but I’m fine to wait here. I’ve already taken up way too much of your time.”

Ben just furrows his eyebrows. “Don’t your parents live in North London?”

You just blink at him for a second, completely surprised that he remembers this detail you hardly remember sharing with him, before nodding.

“That could take hours with traffic, I’ll just take you,” he insists.

“That’s really nice, Ben, but I also have to get my car home somehow.”

“So I’ll drive you home in your car, then Uber back to get mine later,” he says nonchalantly. 

“Ben-“

“Please just let me do this, Y/N,” Ben pleads. “I swear it’s no trouble.“

After a moment of deliberation, you find yourself agreeing with him. It could take hours for your parents to get here, and you’re really looking forward to being home on your couch after the day you’ve had.

He helps you down to the car park, matching your slow pace and opening all the doors for you, and then helps you get into the passenger seat of your car. You feel mildly embarrassed that he has to drive your tiny little vehicle that probably cost only a fraction of his weekly pay, but he immediately tells you how nice it is and cracks a joke about how much cleaner it is than his own, putting you at ease. 

You play some music while he drives, chatting about some of the recent changes at the club as you give him directions to your flat. About halfway there, you notice how his phone that he placed in the drink holder between you is incessantly buzzing.

“Do you need to get that?” 

“No, it’s alright,” Ben shrugs. “Probably just the boys. I was supposed to go to my mate’s house after we wrapped up, but I’ll text them and explain. He won’t mind.”

You instantly feel terrible for keeping him from hanging out with his friends on a rare day off from training. 

“Ben, I-“

“Y/N, it’s really no big deal,” he says, looking over at you now that you’re stopped at a red light. “They’re not going to care that I bailed on playing FIFA to help my injured friend.“

You nod and smile at him, holding his gaze until the light turns green and the person behind you is honking at you to drive.

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The next few days pass fairly uneventfully as you’re laid up on your couch icing your ankle and watching Netflix. 

Thankfully, you didn’t have any in-person work commitments this week, and you’re able to do some prep for next week’s interviews from the comfort of your own home. 

Although the injury is certainly a disruption to your routine, the most significant change is the sheer amount of attention you’ve been receiving from Ben ever since.

After he helped you get home and learned that your flatmate is on holiday for two weeks and you would be home all alone, he insisted on staying and making you something to eat. He only left once he was confident that you were comfortable and had everything you needed. 

Since then, he’s texted you way more than he ever has before, constantly checking in and asking if you need anything. As much as you would love for him to come over every day and watch movies or have dinner with you, you have a nagging feeling that he just feels guilty about your injury. You like him so much, even more so for how sweet and attentive he’s being, but you don’t want to take advantage of that kindness.

After the third day of being bored at home, though, you’re starting to go a little stir crazy, and it’s hard to resist when Ben texts you. 

True to his word, Ben shows up at 5:45 with Nando’s for both of you, having remembered your order from one time you went together after an interview he did for Sky. 

After teasing him during dinner for never having finished the films, you decide to watch the fourth Harry Potter movie, Ben helping you settle in on the couch with your leg up before sitting right next to you. 

As time passes, he gets progressively closer to you, until his arm is resting on the back of the sofa. He’s not quite touching you, but after he selects the next film, silently looking at you to see if you want him to stay, you feel a bit braver. After nodding with a smile, prompting Ben to hit play and settle back into the cushions, you shift slightly closer to him and lean into his body. 

“You’re warm,” you say, suddenly feeling the need to justify your closeness when you feel his muscles tense slightly.

When you feel him shift away from you, you’re completely humiliated for misreading the situation. What on earth were you thinking trying to cuddle with him? You don’t cuddle with your other friends.

But these thoughts are quickly shut down as Ben grabs the blanket from the opposite end of the couch and drapes it over both of you, then raises his arm to invite you to lean back into him with a smile on his face. 

You hesitate only a moment before curling back up to him, your head now resting on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around you. 

You’re so comfortable and at ease in this position, despite it being completely new and a bit terrifying, that you can feel yourself drifting off less than halfway through the movie. You swear you feel Ben press a kiss to your forehead, but you’re not sure if it’s real or you’re already dreaming.

When you wake up again, the credits are rolling and Ben is half-asleep with his head resting on top of yours. 

“Sorry I fell asleep,” you murmur with a small yawn, reluctantly extracting yourself from his embrace. 

“It’s okay, you needed the rest,” Ben says softly, his voice a bit gravelly from lack of use.

God, you want to kiss him so bad. 

“It’s late, do you have training in the morning?” you ask.

“Yeah, at nine,” Ben confirms. “So I suppose I should get going. Do you need anything before I do?”

“No, thank you, though,” you say. “For everything, Ben. You’ve been so amazing, I really cant thank you enough.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” Ben says softly, taking your hand and giving it a squeeze. “You’ve always been so nice and supportive when I was injured, whether you’re interviewing me about it or we’re just chatting privately, and I don’t think I ever told you how much I appreciate that. How much I appreciate you.”

Your cheeks are growing hotter as you hold his gaze, his bright blue eyes staring into yours with a new kind of intensity you’ve never seen before. 

As much as you desperately want to lean in and press your lips to his, or even tell him how you feel, you’ve grown to treasure your connection with him too much to risk anything. You have to be sure. 

“You’re welcome, Ben,” you say. “I’m glad I could help. I’ve always hated seeing you go through that.”

Ben nods, squeezing your hand once more before letting go.

“I’ll text you tomorrow, keep taking it easy and feel free to call me if there’s anything you need. At all.”

“Thanks,” you say once again, rising and grabbing your crutches to walk him out and so you can lock the door behind him. “I’ll be okay. But I will probably have to miss the game on Sunday, not sure I’ll be up for the journey to Newcastle.” 

You hate missing Chelsea games, whether they’re home or away, but even if you secure a spot on the team jet and you have a comfy spot in one of the boxes, it would be a lot to navigate on crutches. 

“Of course, we’ll all miss seeing you, though,” Ben says. “Won’t feel right doing the interview with someone else after we win.”

“I love the confidence, but you speak with other interviewers all the time,” you tease him gently. 

“Yeah, and I always wish they were you,” he admits as he slides his shoes on. “Good night, love.”

He steps forward, cupping your face and pressing another kiss to your forehead - this one definitely not a dream - but pulls back much too quickly for your liking. 

“Good night, Ben,” you’re barely able to choke out, your heart rate nearly triple its usual pace.

The moment he’s gone, you crutch back over to the sofa and flop down, letting out a long exhale. 

Surely, he would’ve kissed you when he had the chance if he fancied you, right?

But, at the same time, no matter how nice of a person he is or how much he treasures your friendship, you doubt he would spend his whole evening cuddling with you if he didn’t want to. 

As you settle in and press play on yet another movie - the perks of not having work in the morning - you try to put all thoughts of Ben out of your mind. This proves difficult, considering the blanket you’re using still smells a bit like his cologne, and because you haven’t really stopped thinking about him since the day you met. 

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The next week, after Chelsea defeat Newcastle 3-1 with a spectacular assist from Ben that you really wish you could’ve seen in person, you’re back at work. 

You’re doing an interview with Pochettino this afternoon to talk about the win and how the season is turning around, which is a great opportunity for you, career-wise.

You just wish that it hadn’t happened on a day when you’re still hobbling around in a boot and Brian is stuck in traffic, meaning you have to set up for the interview yourself. Thankfully, you’re no longer on crutches, but by the second trip down the stairs from the media office to the room where you’re doing the interview, your ankle is really starting to protest all the walking.

Just as you’re taking a break in the middle of the stairwell, propping the tripod you were carrying up against the wall and taking a seat, you hear the sound of footsteps approaching and mentally prepare yourself to explain what you’re doing just chilling on the stairs.

“Y/N!”

The sound of the familiar voice calling your name relaxes you a bit, your shoulders slumping as you see the same smile that has been imprinted in your brain for the past week. 

“Someone told me you were in today but I couldn’t find you in the media office,” he says, the smile on his face fading as he notes your slightly pained expression. “Are you alright, love?”

Since your injury, he’s called you “love” more times than you can ever recall him saying to anyone before, making your stomach fill with butterflies every time. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you insist. “Just…taking a break.”

Ben narrows his eyes, and you know you aren’t fooling him, as much as you don’t want any more pity or guilty looks from him. 

“In the stairwell? Wait - you aren’t carrying equipment yourself, are you? Y/N-“

“Brian’s stuck in traffic, and I’m interviewing Poch in an hour. I’m not going to waste his time because we were late to set up.”

“Y/N, there’s no way I’m letting you carry anything else down these stairs,” Ben says seriously, reaching out to carry the tripod under one arm and offering you a hand with the other. 

You take his hand and let him pull you to your feet, but you still can’t help but protest.

“Don’t you have training right now?”

“Nah, just finished,” he says, beginning to walk down the stairs and keeping a hand hovering behind your back as if he’s afraid you’ll topple over. “We have a break for lunch now before we hit the gym.”

“But-“

“I’ll have plenty of time to help you and eat,” Ben says, now countering your arguments for accepting help before you can even make them. 

Once you get down to the room of the interview, Ben insists you sit down and elevate your leg while he grabs the rest of the stuff. On his final trip, he comes back with your folder of notes in one hand and a bag with lunch and drinks for both of you in the other. 

You don’t know how he keeps continuing to surprise you with his sweet gestures, but somehow he’s one-upped himself yet again. You sit on the floor and eat the sandwiches he grabbed from the cafeteria together while he helps you review your talking points for the interview. 

He doesn’t get up to leave until Brian arrives to finish setting up, ensuring that someone will be there to prevent you from doing any more physical labour.

“Can I give you a ride home today?” Ben offers as he helps you up off the floor. “You still can’t drive with that on, right?”

You glance down at the cumbersome boot. Unfortunately, you did injure your driving foot, which means you had to get an Uber here today. You’re about to tell him you can get another one home, not wanting to inconvenience him any more, but you know that he’s just going to refuse.

“That would be great, Ben, thanks,” you smile, squeezing his hands before letting go. “I should be done here in about an hour and a half.”

“That’s perfect,” he grins. “Good luck with the interview, I know you’ll smash it.”

He jogs away to head to the gym, which you suspect he’s now late for, leaving you in a bit of a daze with a completely lovestruck expression on your face. 

“Someone’s got a crush,” Brian says a moment later with a smirk, snapping you out of your trance.

“I-I do not,” you insist quickly, your eyes wide.

“I was talking about Chilly,” he says, chuckling a bit at your frantic denial. “But now that you mention it, you have always gotten on particularly well with him. No wonder the fans are always commenting about the vibes between you.”

“Oh, shush,” you roll your eyes. “There are no…vibes. He’s just being nice because of my ankle.” 

“Right, I’m sure that’s the only reason,” Brian retorts sarcastically. 

You pull out your phone and see that the Instagram stories you posted earlier are garnering lots of attention, your replies full of fans commenting on how sweet Ben is - something you’re well aware of.

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Thankfully, Brian can’t tease you much longer before Poch shows up for the interview. You say hello and settle in before getting started. 

About 30 minutes later, you have everything you need from him and thank the coach for his time and a great conversation. You and Brian head back to the media offices to get to work on early edits of the video, a part of the process that you’re not really required to help with, but you always enjoy being as involved as possible. 

You’re wrapping up and sending the file to the media team for final edits when Ben appears in the doorway, freshly showered and now wearing grey sweatpants and a hoodie that really look unfairly good on him instead of his training kit. 

“Ready to go?”

“Yeah,” you smile. “I’ll just grab my bag-"

Ben is already walking over and grabbing it for you so you don’t have to carry anything, and you both say goodbye to Brian before heading for the car park. 

He opens the door to his car for you, even though you’re definitely capable of getting in yourself now, and then he begins to drive to your place, no longer requiring any directions.

“So, how was the interview?” Ben asks after a moment of comfortable silence.

“It was great,” you say. “He speaks very highly of you, you know. Not that I blame him after that assist on Sunday.”

“You watched?” Ben asks, his eyes lit up with joy as he glances over at you. 

“Of course, I wasn’t gonna miss it just cause I couldn’t be there in person,” you smile. “You were brilliant.”

You can’t tear your eyes away from Ben’s gorgeous smile as he continues to drive - improved only by your compliments being the reason for it. 

You continue to chat about the game and other things until you arrive in front of your building. It’s hard to keep the slightly sad expression off your face when Ben pulls into the driveway and you know you have to say goodbye to him again. 

All you want is to drag him inside with you and never let him go, but you know that isn’t realistic. Sure, he’s been wonderful and caring and attentive all week, but you’re sure that as soon as your ankle heals, everything will go back to how it was. 

“Are you okay?” Ben asks once he puts the car in park and notices the look on your face. “Is it your ankle? Is it bothering you?”

“No, no,” you say, quickly dissuading his worries. “It’s nothing, I’m all good.”

He nods, but the concerned expression doesn’t quite leave his face. “I’ve been worried about you. You know, being here by yourself and stuff.”

Though your stomach flips once again at his soft tone, you try to ignore it. He’s just being nice. He’s a nice person. That’s why you like him so damn much. 

“It’s okay, my mum has come around a few times and my flatmate will be home on Saturday,” you tell him. “Besides, I’m completely fine. I know you feel a bit guilty, but it’s just a sprained ankle. You’ve been so sweet looking after me, but I don’t want you to feel obligated.”

Ben blinks at you for a moment before letting out a sigh, running his hand through his hair. 

“It’s not…I mean, I did feel a bit guilty, but that’s not why I wanted to take care of you. It’s because I care about you.”

You frown in confusion. “I’m not saying you don’t care about me, Ben, I care about you too, but-“

“Y/N, for gods sake,” Ben cuts you off, taking a deep breath. “It’s not just that I care about you, okay? I care about the boys, but I don’t exactly turn up with dinner and cuddle with Reece or Trev when they’re injured.”

As you realize what he’s implying, your breath catches in your throat and you find it hard to speak at all, let alone say the right thing.

You’re not sure what comes over you, but the only thing you can think to do in the moment is the thing you’ve been dreaming about doing for the past three years - you lean across the console and press your lips firmly to his.

You have a brief feeling of terror that you’ve misunderstood what he was saying, until Ben starts to kiss you back and you no longer have any thoughts in your brain that aren’t of his lips.

He parts his mouth slightly and you kiss him harder, his hand coming up to tangle in your hair. You sigh into his mouth, in pure ecstasy as he kisses you like his life depends on it. 

You only part when you both need to come up for air, and even then, you’re reluctant to pull away from him, lingering close. Ben brushes his nose against yours, and you watch as he slowly opens his eyes.

“Y/N,” he breathes. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you to do that.”

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to,” you murmur, slowly pulling back from him. “Why…why didn’t you ever say anything?” 

“I wasn’t sure if you felt the same, and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable since we work together a lot,” Ben admits. “I thought about bringing it up every time we hung out outside of work, but I always chickened out.”

“Oh,” you exhale, your mind whirring with a million different thoughts. “I never knew you felt that way about me.”

Ben raises an eyebrow. “I flirt with you all the time! There’s a reason the fans are always posting about us online, saying I fancy you and stuff. I thought it was obvious.” 

You could nearly scream at your own obliviousness - if only because it delayed what was just most definitely the best kiss of your life - but you never thought in a million years that Ben would choose you over all the other options he has available to him, over all the perfect girls you’ve seen fawn over him at games and parties.

“Well, I’m glad you’ve told me now, even if it took me falling over and injuring myself for us to get here,” you laugh under your breath, making him roll his eyes at you with affection.

“I’m definitely not glad you got hurt, but I was happy to have an excuse to spend more time with you,” Ben admits. “I just…always want to spend time with you.”

You’re blushing like crazy again, but this time, you don’t care that Ben can see. When he reaches out to cup your face and stroke your cheek with his thumb, you don’t shy away from him, your bashful smile mirroring his. 

“Are you free tomorrow night?” he asks. “There’s this amazing French restaurant in Richmond, I would love to take you if you want.”

You’re giddy at the thought of an actual, romantic first date with Ben, though you’ve felt more romance eating sandwiches on the floor and chatting in crowded stadiums and walking to get coffee with him than you have on any “real” first date you’ve ever had. 

“I would love to,” you smile. 

“Okay,” Ben grins. “I’ll pick you up at seven, then?”

You nod, feeling pure elation as Ben begins to lean in to seal your agreement with a kiss. It feels so natural, it’s hard to believe your first one was just minutes ago.

“Can I help you inside?” Ben offers once you’ve pulled away again. 

He knows full well that you’re completely capable of walking to the door by yourself, but you’re not offended by his chivalrous behaviour, especially now that you know he has a very good reason for it. 

“Only if you kiss me again at the door,” you respond, smirking at him playfully, and his eyes light up with delight.

“I can definitely do that.”

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home for the holidays | cp10

my american boy <3 this is something short with not a huge amount of plot that is entirely self indulgent. it's a few days late, but as it's still the holiday season, here it is :D [this is currently unedited]

summary: christian is a little homesick for the holidays. you have a plan for that. (2k words)

warnings: fluff 3x, some suggestive kisses, christmas!!!, mentions of chelsea fc

The match is a much needed win, but I’m nearly frozen and drenched by the end of it. I echo the complaints of some of the other girlfriends, commiserating with them over the poor weather as we wait for the team to make their way over the wet pitch toward us. The boys applaud the crowd behind the net, thanking the fans for their return to Stamford Bridge. Sophia bumps my elbow with hers as she speaks.

“How was Christmas this year?” she smiles gently. “I know you both were missing the states.”

“It was good,” I respond, feeling excitement at the surprise waiting at home for Christian. “We joined some friends who invited us to have the holidays with their families. We both just miss home around this time of year.”

She wraps a hand through my arm, linking our elbows together, “I can only imagine. Kai and I laugh all the time how two Americans met in London. Do you have any plans for the New Year?”

“I think Kai invited us out with you,” I smile, and she cheers when I reveal the invite. “Christian and I will definitely make an appearance. You know we’re both home bodies.”

She laughs, smiling as she tightens her arm in mine, “I love you both for it. Any plans tonight?”

I can’t help the smirk spreading on my face, “Can you keep a secret?”

She nods her head wildly with wide eyes and an excited smile, “What are you getting up to?”

“It’s a surprise,” I start, glancing to the team making their way toward us. My voice drops lower as they near us, “Because of the crazy schedule, we didn’t decorate much for Christmas. Just a small tree in the living room. Christmas is his favorite holiday, so even though it’s a little late, I decorated our entire apartment this morning pre-match before coming over. I’ve been running around all day making sure it’s perfect, and I planned a whole night for us to help with being homesick.”

My stomach lights up with butterflies as she smiles, commenting on how cute and heartfelt my actions are before the team is before us. She unlinks our arms before throwing hers around Kai, kissing his cheek and becoming absorbed in their own little world. Christian approaches slowly, wiping rain droplets from his forehead, and I lean into the railing to be closer toward him. Our fingers brush, and the butterflies in my stomach intensify. 

“That goal should’ve been yours,” I say with a soft smile. “And you should’ve gotten that call in the box.”

A grin finally breaks onto his face, tugging at his lips and revealing peeks at his dimples, “We should make you an official.”

Our fingers intertwine briefly, and I can’t help the blush lighting my cheeks, “I’d be a little biased, no?”

He laughs at my comment—a full-bellied laugh with his head thrown back and eyes shut. When he returns to meet my gaze, his expression is a little lighter, and the lines between his brows have eased. His voice is soft as he speaks, barely audible between Kai and Sophia and Mason with his family on either side of us.

“Are you okay to head home on your own for a bit? My hip is acting up again, so they’re going to take another look at it before I head home.”

I nod my head, fighting the grin trying to crawl onto my face. Perfect. My hand squeezes his, “Not a problem at all, Christian. I’ll work on dinner so it’s ready when you get home.”

He squeezes my hand back, smiling gently, “I love you.”

I watch as he walks toward the team tunnel with Mason chattering away next to him. He turns back near the tunnel’s edge, looking over his shoulder to meet my eyes, and he sends a small wave before continuing out of my sight. Sophia nudges me again, grinning as she whispers quietly, “You two are the cutest. I know that you’re both private, but the looks you give each other absolutely scream.”

I laugh at her comment, still grinning over Christian’s wave goodbye, “You and Kai reign supreme with your public displays. We’ll stick with a little handhold and quiet goodbyes.”

She laughs, keeping our arms linked all the way through Stamford Bridge. We hug goodbye before climbing into our cars, and she makes me promise to send her some pictures of the apartment and Christian’s reaction. The lights are twinkling through the big window into the living room, white lights glowing as large bursts of amber through the thick glass. The inside smells like balsam and cedar as I light the candles, and the obnoxious decorations make me chuckle to myself as I make sure everything is in place. The small tree we put up together twinkles with white lights and mismatched ornaments, and green and red garland line the doorways and hallways in the apartment. Stockings with our initials hang on the wall next to the couch. Christmas blankets are strewn across the couch, and the television shows a crackling fireplace. I quickly put the chocolate chip cookie dough into the oven, smiling to myself as I look around the apartment. A text from Christian pings on my phone saying he’s on his way, and I put Christmas mugs on the counter with a box of hot chocolate for when he arrives. A box wrapped in polar bears sits on the coffee table, To: Christian written across the top. I laugh every time I glance at my new pajamas—white long sleeves and red plaid shorts. The door knob rattles as Christian unlocks it while I’m pulling chocolate chip cookies from the oven. 

“Babe, you can see the tree’s lights from the parking lot-”

He stops in the threshold of the apartment, losing his train of thought as he looks at the Christmas explosion inside of our apartment. A smile tugs at his lips as his head swivels to look at everything from the stocking and the television fireplace to the garland across the room. 

“Surprise!” I cheer, setting the tray of cookies on the stovetop. 

“When did you have time to do this?” he asks with a growing smile, wrapping arms around me as I walk toward him.

I relish in the embrace, catching a whiff of his shampoo from his post-game shower, “This morning before I left for the game. Some finishing touches just now before you got home.”

He takes another look around the apartment, hands still resting loosely on my hips as my hands rest on his back. He laughs quietly before looking back down to me, “You do know how amazing you are, right?”

He leans down to kiss me gently before I answer. His kiss leaves me winded as butterflies erupt in my stomach and warmth spreads across my cheeks, “It doesn’t hurt to be reminded like that.”

Christian leaves another kiss on my lips, and I tug him toward the living room to give him the gift on the coffee table. He laughs as he looks at the wrapping paper, peeling it apart carefully before opening the box. He laughs wildly as he picks up the t-shirt and plaid pants out of it.

“You got us matching pajamas?” he’s laughing, but the twinkle in his eyes shows he appreciates the gesture. 

I nod my head, “I know you were feeling a little homesick, so I wanted to do all of this. It’s more like a Christmas at home. The matching pajamas were just a small touch, just for us.”

He smiles, pulling me in again toward his chest after setting the box on the couch, “I love this, and I love you.”

“It doesn’t end there,” I laugh quietly, voice muffled from being squished against his chest. “I have chocolate chip cookies, hot chocolate and Love Actually queued up on the TV.”

He groans, pulling me tighter against him, “God, I really love you.”

I echo his sentiment, kissing his cheek before sending him to get changed. Two mugs of steaming hot chocolate sit on the coffee table and a plate of warm chocolate chip cookies, and I curl up on the couch with one of the blankets covered in polar bears in scarves as I wait for him to come out. He walks out of the bedroom and down the hallway with nothing but his socks and plaid pants on. I struggle to tear my eyes away from the sprawling tattoo on his arm or his abs flexing as he settles on the couch.

“No shirt?” I ask as he lifts a cookie toward his mouth.

He takes a bite, grinning as his cheeks turn pink, “We’ll call it a token of appreciation. I know you like to ogle but would never admit it.”

I elbow him in the ribs as he erupts in laughter, and he apologies as we settle into the couch together. I’m slotted against his side, one arm draped over my shoulders as I lean into his bare torso. His skin is warm against mine, and we melt into each other as the movie plays. I find myself becoming distracted with him—thoughts of him occupying my brain rather than the movie playing on the TV. His arm rests heavy across my shoulder, and fingers trace up and down my arm. I pull his other arm into my lap, fingers tracing tattoos staring at his wrist and working toward the inside of his elbow. He sighs contently at my touch, leaning further into me to kiss my forehead. The movie continues playing, but we become lost in each other. Christian plays with the ends of my hair and kneads the skin of my exposed thighs while my fingers trace tattoos spreading across his arm. 

“You know, I really appreciate this, babe,” he says quietly, chest rumbling against me. “I know you’re a little homesick, too, and I’m sorry my crazy schedule has kept us from the states for the holidays.”

“It’s not your fault,” I assure him, hand squeezing his arm. “I knew what I was signing up for. You’re worth it every time.”

He smiles at my cheesy comment, eyes catching mine with an adoring stare, “You’re home to me. I do miss my family and the states and the holidays with them, but you’re home. This is home. As long as I’m with you, I’m home.”

Tears unexpectedly well in my eyes, and he just laughs quietly as he kisses me gently. It starts innocently, but I’m not sure which of us takes it beyond a chaste kiss. One of his hands slides to the back of my head, weaving into my hair, and my hips settle over his with my thighs on either side of his. His chest is warm beneath my fingertips, and the movie in the background becomes long forgotten. We break away from each other, breathless and giggling as the white string lights bathe us in an amber glow.

“What if I told you I had another surprise?” I whisper, wiggling my brows.

“I’d say Merry Christmas to me,” he grins, laughing along with me at his comment. 

“Listen, I know it’s not home, but I’m happy I could do something for you for the holidays,” I lean in to kiss his lips again. 

“This is the best. I’m at home, babe,” he smiles between kisses. “Now, what was that other surprise?”

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Moments {Christian Pulisic x fem!Reader AU}

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

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should we just keep driving? 🤍 - mason mount (fluff & smut)

synopsis: you and mason take a roadtrip down to his hometown

warnings: breast play, oral (f+m), fingering, choking, unprotected sex, praise kink (f), cum play, softdom!mason and harddom! mason, masturbation (f+m)

“Is it too windy? I can close the roof back up for you if you want.”

Usually when Mason has an away game far from home, you watch the game on your tv and then get woken up at 4am to the sound of him revving his car on the driveway and trying, but failing, to sneak quietly into bed next to you. This time however, you had decided to go watch the game in person with him. He had a week off after this match, and you had managed to get yourself a couple days off work, so you both agreed that Mason would travel up with the squad, you would travel up in your car and then you’d take a roadtrip down to Portsmouth together to spend some time with his family. Whenever you had been before, Mason had taken you around the landmarks and most famous places, but this time he had promised you he’d show you the places that meant the most to him, where he grew up and found his feet, and you couldn’t be more excited.

“No no it’s fine, I like it like this” you replied, squeezing his hand that was on top of yours, whilst his other was on the wheel. Even when doing mundane tasks such as driving he found a way to be close and touching you, his favourite way of showing his love for you. Your plans were to drive half the way, stop off at a hotel on the outskirts of Portsmouth tonight, and then he would take you round tomorrow before you meet up with his family. You were simply just enjoying this moment, the summer wind blowing your hair, your boyfriend’s thumb rubbing against your hand and listening to your joint playlist, when one of your and his favourite songs comes blaring through the speaker. The two of you make eye contact and laugh, him not letting go of your hand as he moves to turn the music up, and starts drumming on the wheel. It was a well rehearsed routine, the two of you taking turns singing your lines to each other, before the chorus when you both screamed the lyrics out into the motorway wind for no one to hear but each other. The smile on Mason’s face was wide, it was rare the two of you got to spend as much time together as he would like so the thought of being stuck in a car with you for the next day sounded like the perfect idea to him. He planned on spending all day making you laugh today, fucking your brains out tonight, and then taking you round his secret hideouts tomorrow.

“Let’s play I Spy, oi don’t look at me like that” he says when you roll your eyes and laugh at his childish antics. It was one of the things you loved most about him, how he never let fame get to his head, never felt like he was too serious or important for anyone, and in fact was often the most immature person in the room.

“Alright go on then, I’ll start. I spy with my little eye, something beginning with D.”

He looks around, genuinely confused because nothing that he can see begins with the letter ‘d’. He racks his brain trying to think what’s in the backseat, yet still nothing he can think of would fit.

“Oh, drink?”

“Nope.” He’s a sore loser and the most competitive person you know, so you can see how desperate he is to get it, refusing to lose something as simple to you as I Spy.

“Fine, I haven’t got a clue.”

You lean over him to readjust his mirror that was previously flipped shut, making sure he could see himself in it. “Dickhead”

He looks at you with eyes full of annoyance but the biggest grin on his face, refusing to admit he had just lost to you winding him up. “No that doesn’t count, you don’t get that point. I get that point.” It was amusing to you how even now he was still refusing to admit the loss.

“Alright Masey, if it makes you feel any better you can have the point. Your turn anyway.”

“Ok, I spy with my little eye something beginning with…P”

“People?”

“Nope”

“Pringles?”

“Try again”

“Passenger seat”

“Still no.” His eyebrows were raised with a big, goofy smile on his face and it kind of melted your heart at what a big kid he really is.

“Tell me then Mase.” He turns to look at you, abandoning the road and the cars in front of him, a bad habit you frequently tell him off for, as he would much rather be looking at you instead.

“It was prettiest girl in the world” he says, no tone to his voice to indicate sarcasm. You can’t help but spit out your drink laughing, knowing your boyfriend’s flirting skills were something rather pathetic, but he tries anyway.

“You’re so gross I can’t believe you actually just said that” you chuckle, wiping up the water that was still around your mouth.

“It’s not gross it’s meant to be romantic Y/N.” His ego bruised a little at the way you were still chuckling to yourself, but he also knew it was his favourite sound in the world and he would embarrass himself a million times over just to hear it once.

“No I know, it’s cute really” you lean over to give him a kiss on the cheek, giving him another when he doesn’t acknowledge the gesture. “Oi” you say, prodding his cheek with your finger. The car slows down as you hit a red light, and he more than returns the favour as he grips your face in one of his hands, the other resting at the back of your head. He messily slams your lips together, aware that he’s only got around 20 seconds until the light goes green again. You’re both aware that with the roof down anyone and everyone could see you, but with how good the other tastes neither of you care. His tongue’s sucking yours, him wanting to feel every bit of you that he can until you hit the next red. Your bubble is broken by the honking of other cars, and when you turn to look why you see the light has gone green. Mason however couldn’t care less, still trying to find your lips again.

“Green Mase” you mumble against him, pressing butterfly kisses to his chin.

“Hmm?”

“Green, the lights gone green.” He lets out a frustrated groan as he turns back around and continues driving, not before muttering a ‘love you’ into your neck.

The rest of your journey is filled with more singing, Mason stopping on the brakes whenever you try to take a sip of your drink, and you passionately throwing yourselves onto each other at every red light you get to, counting down the minutes until you get to your hotel room. You’re sat scrolling through tiktok, showing him any funny ones that you know he’ll laugh at when the sound of your stomach rumbling rips through the car.

“There’s a services station just a mile down, wanna stop and we can get some food?” He asks, turning on his headlights as the once blue sky grows dark.

“Yeah that sounds good, could kill for a burger right now.”

It doesn’t take long for you to get there, you two parking up before walking in. He tells you to go to the toilet and he’ll order both your food for you, and you walk back out to find him waiting for your order next to the sunglasses stand, wearing a pair of ridiculous bright neon green ones.

“What do you think?”

The poor boy genuinely has got no fashion taste, and has no idea how ridiculous he looks right now.

“I mean, they’re better than your godawful white ones?” He sticks his tongue out at you for this, remembering the mini argument you had before he left for Wimbledon about what glasses he should wear, you defiant that the white ones were the worst you’d ever seen.

Picking up a pair of tropical blue ones with giant pineapples on the side, he walks up to you and tucks your hair behind your ear before putting them on you. “Well aren’t you just the prettiest pineapple I ever did see.”

“Shut up” you laugh, turning around and noticing the photo booth. “Wanna get in?”

The pair of you pull across the curtain and go in, Mason sitting you down on his lap. You choose the setting of four long strip pictures, before deciding on your poses.

For the first one the two of simply smile at the camera in your glasses, you noticing how his smile can still be seen even in the reflection of the screen.

CLICK

For the second one you both pout and fold your arms, with you resting your head in the crook of his neck.

CLICK

Next you cup your hands on each other’s faces, attempting to kiss but you’re both smiling so hard it ends up being more like a clash of teeth than a clash of lips.

CLICK

For the last one you both stick out your tongues like you planned, but Mason turns your head so you’re facing each other, causing you to essentially lick each other’s tongues.

CLICK

“Told you you were gross”

“Hmm you love it” he replies, leaning in for another but being interrupted by the sound of your order number being called. You stumble out of the booth together, him picking up the pictures and making your way to the till. Both of you had completely forgotten about the glasses until the worker makes a joke about them, causing you to blush in embarrassment. Mason however couldn’t care less and instead walks over to the vendor selling them, asking how much they are. After paying he walks back over to you, taking yours back off your face and putting them in your bag. “They can be our roadtrip souvenir.”

You make your way back to the car, quickly opening the burger and taking a bite. The thought of food had been on your mind for hours and you can’t help but let out a moan when you eat it, failing to notice the way Mason’s trousers became a little bit tighter. Him staring at the food doesn’t go unnoticed by you though, so you open the fries and feed him one, to which he kisses your fingertip as a thank you.

“I really shouldn’t be eating these you know”

“Mase one fry isn’t going to get rid of your abs. Or two” you say, putting another one in his mouth. “Or three.” He hums at the taste and licks the salt off your fingers, and immediately after lets out a yawn.

“You ok? Want me to drive for a bit?” You run your fingers through his hair, causing him to lean into your touch.

“No it’s alright darling, we’re not even 5 minutes away now.”

And before you knew it he was right, the hotel now in sight. The grip he has on your thigh tightens as he makes a sharp turn, leading you to think about every little thing he’s going to be doing with his hands for the rest of the evening. It only gets worse when he starts to reverse into the parking spot, for some reason the sight of him leaning his arm on your chair as he looks back turning you on more than it should. You both get out the car and he opens the boot, picking up all of your bags.

“You look sexy when you drive you know” you murmur into his neck, licking a stripe where you left your words.

“Don’t think I won’t fuck you on the hood of this car for everyone to see Y/N, because I will.”

“…I wouldn’t say no to that” you give him an innocent smile, letting your hand drift down to his stomach, toying with the waistband of his Calvin’s.

“Go up now and wait for me on the bed, I’ll bring these up.”

You practically run up to your room, unlocking the door, and taking it in. The two of you hadn’t booked a fancy one, but it was still very nice, with a balcony overlooking the town, and in the background you could see the sea. Knowing he wouldn’t be too far behind, you followed Mason’s orders and took off your clothes, leaving you in your lingerie and sat down on the bed. The second you got comfy you heard the door opening, and your boyfriend walk into the room, chucking your bags down on the floor. As he looked up and saw you, he cursed under his breath, taking in the sight. You were wearing his favourite set, a very sheer but very detailed black bra, with straps falling down to your panties which left very little to the imagination.

“You’ve been wearing that all day?”

“Mmhm, was wearing it all through out the match under your jersey, and all through out the car ride.” He lets out a groan, throwing his top and trousers off, before climbing on top of you. From this angle he had your boobs practically in his face, and your pussy right inbetween his knee, and it took everything in him not to bring you to orgasm by grinding it into you right there.

“Well then baby, we’ve got the whole night and the whole room to ourselves, what do you wanna do?” His eyes were darker than usual, his bottom lip cracking as he bit it, yet he still wanted to know you were enjoying whatever was going to happen.

There was a tentative tone to your voice as you replied, knowing he would be down for anything but still slightly embarrassed. “Why don’t we try something we’ve never done before?”

“Like what”

“I don’t know.” He knew you too well, he could tell there was something in the back of your mind that you wanted to try, he just had to get it out of you. His lips came to your neck, and his hands dug in at your waist, slowly rubbing the skin there.

“Yes you do, tell me”

“I, I wanna watch porn together.” A smirk flashes across his face. To everyone else, you were the sweet, innocent good girl, and yet none of them knew you were lying underneath him in a hotel room begging him to watch porn within you.

“Yeah, we can do that.” You sit up and open your laptop, ready to find a site.

“So Mase, what do you watch when I’m not there”

He opens his phone and goes on the private tab, scrolling through the sites on there. He seems disinterested as he looks, all that was coming up was stuff he watched when bored and you weren’t available to answer, nothing that he watched for fun. Until he stops.

“This. I like watching girls get themselves off.” This wasn’t exactly a surprise to you, thinking about the countless times he’s asked you to masturbate for him, whether that be on FaceTime when he’s away, when lying down next to him, or in front of the mirror while he’s sat behind you holding your legs open.

“Ok, we can watch that.”

You type the words in, scrolling through the videos to find one you like, getting distracted by Mason leaning over you, sucking on your neck and holding onto your hips. Unbeknownst to you, your neck is littered in a trail of hickeys he’s left, in a slightly misshapen heart, one you’ll find difficult to cover tomorrow morning. As you decide on one, you gently lift up his jaw to redirect him to the screen, and you sit there drawing shapes on his shoulder.

You can’t see the girl in the video’s face, the frame stopping just as it gets to her neck, but the rest of her is in view. As she moves, Mason copies her movements onto you. When she pushes her boobs together he grabs yours, paying extra attention by flicking your nipples with his thumb. She takes off her bra and he takes off yours, bending down to suck on your boobs. Her moans and his touch cause you to get wet much quicker than you usually would, knowing Mason’s going to be rock solid when he finally peels your panties off you. He moves between the two of them, making sure they both get enough attention, enjoying himself a bit too much to notice that the girl has moved on while he’s still there. You push his head down until he gets to your panties, and he looks back at the video to see the girl rubbing herself over them. He takes two of his fingers, finds your clit and lightly puts pressure over it, copying her moves exactly. She spanks her clit over her underwear so he does that to you, the moan that you let out sounding like music to his ears.

She kicks off her underwear, and spreads out her legs showing her pussy off to the camera. He kneels down on the bed and rips yours off with his teeth, groaning when he sees your wetness leaking out of you already. “Shit baby, you’re that wet already?”

“Mason touch me, please”

“Nah-uh, not until she does.” The girl was still showing herself, gathering herself on her fingers and spreading her lips out, and Mason uses the time to tease you, running his hands up and down your thighs, caressing the inside but skipping over the parts you want him to touch the most. She turns on her vibrator, placing it on her clit and lets out a soft scream at the sensation, causing you to rub your legs together and him to start delicately palming himself over his boxers.

“We should of brought yours” he says into your ear, licking down from it to your jaw.

“I think you’ll do just fine.” You can’t help but moan at his movements, the simplest touch driving you crazy. He instead uses his fingers, rubbing your clit in soft circles, finding the rhythm you’ve taught him to use. “Good girl baby, fuck you look so pretty spread out for me.”

“All for you” you whine back, not able to focus on anything but the feeling of him working you. The girl increases the intensity of her vibrations, so Mason increases the pressure, watching you buck your hips up to try and get more and roll your eyes back in pleasure.

“Mase you’re so fucking good, just like that.”

“You look absolutely gorgeous, look at the way you’re begging for more.” As he says that, the girl starts fingering herself, wasting no time in going straight in with three fingers due to how wet she was. “Do you want that baby? Do you want my fingers in you?”

“Please Mason please, I need you.”

He starts gentle, pushing one finger in, groaning at the squelch it makes, then a second, and then a third, until he’s got three of them slamming inside of you, curled perfectly to meet your g-spot. His tongue replaces his fingers on your clit, sucking and flicking you so well it takes everything in you not to scream.

“There’s no one around baby, let me hear how it feels, I need to know”

A stream of broken screams come out, unable to get the noises you want out because every cell of your body was telling you to just focus on the way his body felt against you. You had almost forgotten about the video, until you heard a splash hitting her hardwood floors, both you and Mason looking up to see her squirting and whining. The hand that was previously on Mason now goes under his boxers, pumping himself up and down quickly. The sounds you were making were getting him close, and now that was nearly taking him over the edge.

“Masey, I’m gonna cum”

“Cum nice and loud for me then.”

The vibrations of him talking against your clit finished you off, his fingers digging perfectly into the spot that sent you spiralling. It felt like everything went white as you let go, your juices trickling out of you and onto the sheets and him. Your scream of his name must have been audible for miles out, you letting out everything you had just for him. As you felt your breathing go back to normal, you brought his face up to yours, giving him a kiss and wiping away the bit of you that was running off the end of his nose.

Your attention was brought back to the video, where the girl was now on her hands and knees, fucking herself doggy style with a dildo. Mason came up behind you, teasing his cock that he had finally let out in your folds, getting the tip soaked. She took her dildo out, spanking her clit with it a couple times before fucking herself again, and you knew what was coming. The head of his cock hit your already sensitive clit, causing you to groan and whimper at the same time. He repeated the movements until he couldn’t stand it anymore, desperate to be inside of you, but loving the way your legs shook with every spank you took. Without warning he plunged inside you, thrusting as hard as he could. The position meant you both got to watch the video while taking one another, getting closer to the noises her mouth and pussy were making as she rammed the toy inside her.

“Shit baby, can you feel that as deep as I can?” he asked after readjusting slightly, his dick now the furthest inside you it had ever been, you not knowing it could reach this far. You couldn’t answer him, as hard as you tried to no words would come out, but the death grip you had on him told him the answer was yes. Instead all you did was wail. His cock was hitting every spot you needed it to, and all you could do was let out noises you knew he was going to tease you for.

“Is that all you can do?” he asked, lowly growling the words into your ear after bending forward, “are you that much of a slut for me that when you’ve got my cock you can’t do anything else? Just sit there, take it and whine about it? Always been my fucking whore haven’t you.”

“Yes Mase, yes.” He spanked your arse at that response, telling you that you should know better than that.

“What was that?”

“Yes daddy”

“Good girl baby.”

The girl on the video reached her high, letting out a sound Mason had only heard you make a couple times before, after hours of edging and teasing you, before she slid the dildo out and ended the video. Now with it just being you two, he’s desperate to finish and starts pounding away at your pussy, fucking it so hard you think it might break. One hand reaches down to your clit, the other to your neck, applying light pressure to the sides, pulling out every trick he can to get you to cum faster.

“Y/N baby I’m gonna cum”

“Cum inside me, please”

“You sure?” You don’t reply but just clench down, milking it out of him. The two of you reach your high at the same time, his hot cum coating your walls while you feel every bone in your body going fuzzy, causing you to shake and scream.

“Shhh baby I’ve got you, fuck that feels good doesn’t it, it’s ok let it out for me.”

You collapse on top of him, feeling him leaking out of you and his kiss on your forehead. “You did so well for me gorgeous, I wasn’t too rough at the end there was I?”

You reassured him that you enjoyed it, before turning round so your back was flat against his chest, finding his fingers and interlocking them with yours. He whispers sweet nothings into your ear, telling you how much he loves you, how he’s proud of you and how excited he is for tomorrow, placing kisses to your neck, back and face inbetween praises. You slowly drift off to sleep, him watching how peaceful you look before doing the same himself.

The next morning you wake up to the sun filtering through the room, a slight pain on your hips from the bruises Mason left the night before but you would happily take them all over again. Your mind wanders to a fantasy he told you about recently, how he wants to be woken up by a blowjob, and you thought to yourself what better time than now.

Untangling your arms from him, you crawl down and gently turn him over so that he’s on his back, to be met with his cock flat against his stomach. You lick a strip up him, getting him wet before moving down to his balls. You take one in your mouth and one in your hand, playing with them as if you had all the time in the world, which you did, before switching. You could feel Mase stir slightly below you, knowing he would be up soon. Your tongue licks round the head, tasting his precum before bobbing him up and down your throat. You hollow your cheeks and take him deeper, working up to taking all of him.

“Well good morning to you too” you hear a raspy voice say, decorated in sleep. Looking up you’re met with his brown eyes, watching every movement of your mouth, transfixed on the way he can see the bulge of him in your throat. He had been having a dirty dream about you anyway, so it didn’t take him long to get there. His hands came up to your face and he took control slightly, fucking himself up to meet the thrusts of your mouth.

“Fuck Y/N, I’m cumming” To that you moaned, wanting to finally taste him. He came in spurts, shooting down your throat, but the load was so heavy you couldn’t keep it all in. He leans forward, licking his cum that had escaped, up from the base of your neck to your lips.

“Morning baby” you smile, pecking his lips. “Wanna join me in the shower?”

You weren’t planning on going for another round in the shower, but when he took the soap and started massaging your boobs with it, you knew exactly where you were heading. Still in the spirit of trying something new, Mason takes down the shower head and angles the water pressure first against your boobs, getting your nipples hard, and then your clit. Your fingers grip into his back, trying to keep yourself up as he relentlessly circled the water against your clit. He moves so that you’re stood directly in front of him, your back to his chest, and he lifts your leg to the side giving him the access he needs to make you cum all over again. His hand takes yours, passing you the shower head. “Finish yourself off for me.”

He can tell you’re a little unsure of how to work it, usually just sticking to your fingers or your vibrator or your pillow, so he puts his hand back over yours and moves it with you, then taking it off once you start moaning again.

“That feel good?”

“Fuck it feels good.”

You cum for the third time that trip, throwing your head back onto his shoulder, causing him to lean down and kiss you as he plays with your nipples. You lift the shower head up, going to put it back on the stand before he grabs it again, pressing it back against your clit. “Give yourself another while I fuck you, one last one.”

The sound of the water running drowns out both your moans as he slides himself inside of you, everything soaked. His cock pounds into you, him leaning back slightly for leverage. You can hear him trying to control his breath, grunting through his teeth but your pussy is so good around him he’s finding it hard. He drills into you harder and harder, his hands on your waist now to fuck you down onto him. Your clit’s so overstimulated and sensitive, but you can’t take the pressure off, desperate to feel how good the high will eventually be.

“Mason” you moan, vision going blurry.

“Yeah baby?”

“Mase” you moan even louder, not sure why you’re saying his name, you just need him to know how good he’s making you feel. You press the shower head flat against you, humping yourself over it as you cum, insatiable in your movements.

He pulls out and cums with a load groan of your name all over the small of your back, watching it run down your arse and into your folds. His face falls into the crook of your shoulder, moving his hands to wrap your waist.

“You’re insane” he smiles into you, pressing light kisses and rubbing a hand over the top of your head. “I love you so much”

“I love you two” you whisper back, rubbing your hands over his arm and melting into his gentle sways. But then you get an idea.

“Wanna taste?“ you cheekily ask, running two fingers through your folds. He gives you a very quick yes, so you turn around and lift your fingers up to his mouth. His hands hold your wrist, guiding your fingers onto his tongue where he licks them clean. “ ‘s like fucking heaven, wait here, I’ll get you a towel”

The rest of the morning is spent with the two of you giving each other soft aftercare, him dressing you gently, careful to kiss any bruise or hickey he comes across, trying to remember how you got each one, and you ordering some breakfast for the two of you, sitting on his lap as you eat the croissants watching an episode of Friends.

You pack up your car and set off again, the mood of the drive much quieter this time. You’re simply just enjoying the comfortable silence you have together, him still not taking his hand off of yours. Every now and then one of you starts a conversation, him pointing out someone he used to know, and you mentioning how pretty the town is, but for the most part you both sit there basking in the afterglow.

He stops the car outside a big park, surprisingly empty for the time of day and the weather. Once he’s out the car himself, he comes round to your door, taking your hand and leading you up to the gate.

“So this is where I pretty much spent most of my childhood.” he says, smiling at the memories he has. “That gate over there is where my mum screamed at me after I snuck out in the middle of the night to play football, I learned to ride my bike on that bit over there” he points to a patch of path the other side, where a young girl was currently whizzing around on her bike, still with stabilisers on.

“In fact” he says, climbing up the hill towards a tree, “this is where I had my first kiss, right against this tree.”

“Oh so I see, this is just where you take all the girls you’re shagging then huh?”

“Only the really pretty ones.” He grabs your hand and pushes you against it, a sweet, innocent kiss just like he had here all those years ago, but this time it was with the girl he planned on marrying. You laugh into the kiss, stopping only to look at his brown eyes and the crinkles around them, which got bigger every time he looked at you. “Come on, swings are free.”

He sits on the swing set, you coming to sit on the one next to him where you both gently lift yourselves up. He looks back over at the little girl on her bike, now having took the stabilisers off and being wheeled around by her parents. “I was thinking maybe we could teach our kids to ride their bikes here.” The second the words leave his mouth he feels shy, you’d talked about having kids but never concrete plans about where you would raise them, and now he felt like he’d overstepped the mark. “You know, if that’s something that’s, you know”

“I’d love that Mase” you interrupt, watching the smile on his face grow. His phone went off, him looking down to see he had missed texts from his brother and sister, asking why the two of you were so late.

“Oops, looks like we should go.” You walk back to the car, but grab his hand right before he can open the door.

“Mase.”

He looks confused, normally you’re one to hate being late so he can’t understand why you’d delay yourselves even further.

“Thank you, for everything, this weekend. I love you”

“I love you too Y/N.” He presses one last sweet kiss against your lips, before you both get in the car and drive off to see his family, smiling to himself about how he couldn’t possibly love you more.

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[eatsleepbreathefutbol]

One with Chris- you find out you’re pregnant but you don’t tell him immediately cos he’s been super distant and stressed cos of his injuries this szn and you felt that putting this on him would be too much atm, but he finds out and gets upset with you that you didn’t tell him and you say “ you’ve been so stressed these past few weeks, we’ve barely even been a couple and you want me to put this on you as well??” And he feels like crap... please give a cute ending !!!! Love your writing xxxxxxx

Of course

Recently Christian had been stressed out because of the season and the amount of injuries he kept having. He would come home late and would leave at the crack of dawn, before you would wake up. You started feeling like your body was off, you couldn’t put your finger down quite yet on what it was but you knew something was up.

This morning Chris had left at like 6am, and right after you had woken up to throw up. So right after you brushed your teeth got into your car and drove to the closest pharmacy in a oversized hoodie so the paparazzi wouldn’t recognize you, but why would they be up this early you thought. The minute you pulled up you went into the store bought the pregnancy test then left right after to not cause commotion.

You went home and took the pregnancy test, waited five minutes for the results. The results came back positive, so you started freaking out because your mind kept telling you it’s not going to work out because you’ll end up being a single parent. So you kept pacing back and forth thinking of who to call and what to say. You left the test on the counter and went to the kitchen saying you’ll throw it away when you think of something.

You went to the kitchen grabbed a water and laid down on the couch, and fell asleep. You didn’t notice Chris had came home from training not that much after! After he had put his bag down he grabbed the blanket off the couch and threw it on you and went back to yalls room to take a shower, in the bathroom where the pregnancy test was in. The minute he walked into the bathroom he screamed realizing what was laying on the counter. Which woke you up from your nap, and you ran to the bathroom seeing the picture in front of you unfold.

Chris held the test in his hand “Are you serious Y/N, you couldn’t had the decency to tell me about this? Like is it even my kid to begin with? I can’t start to explain how hurt I am about this-” you cut him off mid sentence, “For fuck sake you’re hurt about this Christian? You’re constantly leaving early or coming home late, and the one time you come home early I leave the pregnancy test out without reading through my crystal ball that my boyfriend who is constantly stressed out and constantly injured is coming home early” you said sarcastically “You’re out here trying to start World War 3 for something that shouldn’t be a big deal, and yes it’s your child dumbass cause I would never cheat on you no matter how forgotten you have been of me!” Chris was standing there with his head down “how far along are you Y/N?” you got irritated “Oh so now I’m Y/N to you because I supposedly messed up, well Christian Mate Pulisic I don’t fucking know cause I found out this morning” you were tapping your foot against the hardwood floor, “you’ve been so stressed these past few weeks, we’ve barely even been a couple and you want me to put this on you as well?”

Chris came up to you and embraced you in a hug, “ok babe we’ll get through this and I’m sorry for making you mad! I know I haven’t been a good boyfriend, I need to let you in and talk to you so we can be a couple instead of strangers!” You hugged him back and started crying, Chris kissed your forehead “Let’s go get your favorite snacks and watch Encanto along with Someone Great babe” you got excited “ok but this better not be a fluke of fate like I want to be here for you but I’m starting to not know how to!” Chris wrapped his arm around your waist, “Yeah babe I know and I’m sorry for making you feel like this”

I’m sorry for taking this long to write this piece! I hope you enjoy reading it anon 🫶

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[legallybrunetteposts]

water fountain (mason mount imagine)

summary: you told mason that you loved him and suddenly you were not sure about your feelings.

song: alec benjamin - water fountain word count: 2,014 words warnings: angst

author's note: i apologize, english is not my first language so there can be mistakes and definitely not proofread. i am thinking, if i should do part two for this. what do you think?

Mason wasn't sure why you had invited him to the park in the middle of the night. The same place you had agreed to be your spot. Neither of you could remember why that particular water fountain had been chosen as your meeting place. But it had become an unspoken rule that it was your place. This time, too, both of you had arrived at this very spot. Although he wasn't sure why you had asked him there. Yet just minutes after your last text message, Mason had been in his car driving towards the park. Just to see you.

You hadn't said in your text message why you wanted to meet him this late, but Mason didn't question it. He just wanted to see you, and nothing else mattered at that moment. Every moment spent with you was precious to him and he wanted to cherish them. In his mind, he couldn't help but criticize your boyfriend, Noah, for limiting the time the two of you spent together. You had already told Mason earlier how your boyfriend was jealous of him. How Noah doubted everything between you, even if you told him otherwise. Mason was bitter about how another person stepped between your friendship. Even though he didn't want to admit it, he was jealous. Mason loved you.

It was hard to get the words out of your mouth. Only a moment ago you had been ready to open your heart to Mason standing in front of you. Suddenly, you couldn't get a word out and you looked at him like a fool. You were no longer even sure why you had asked him to come to the park at night or why you had left your boyfriend home alone to sleep. You left without telling him where you were going. If Noah woke up, he'd be surprised you weren't home. You just stared at Mason, a man you'd known since you were a child. He was the one you'd always loved, but over the years you'd tried to forget how you felt. Now you had Noah, who loved you and you loved him. Maybe?

"Is everything okay?", Mason finally asked, breaking the silence between you two. All you could do was nod, everything was fine on the other hand. Your thoughts had just become a big mess and only moments before you had felt that this was the right moment to tell Mason the truth about your feelings. But now it seemed like a bad idea. Were you ready to destroy your friendship with Mason? What about your relationship with Noah? Your chest tightened as you tried to get your thoughts together, even for a moment. You were no longer sure if you could tell Mason what you were thinking. If he didn't feel the same way about you, you could ruin everything.

"I'm in love with you," you finally blurted out. All that tension and panic took over you, and all you could do was close your eyes and expect the worst. You just waited to hear how Mason didn't love you and how everything would be ruined. Closing your eyes, you stood tense, just waiting to see what would happen next. The seconds felt like torture. Instead, you felt Mason put his hand on your hip and pull you closer. You didn't know what to do but kept your eyes closed, wondering what you had done. You were surprised when you felt Mason's lips on yours. Mason's free hand found its place on the back of your neck, pulling you into the kiss and all you could do was to respond to his kiss.

Mason felt exactly the same way about you. But because of your boyfriend, he had never had the courage to admit his feelings to you or expected them to be mutual. He almost couldn't believe what he was hearing, but when you returned his kiss, he was blissful. As the kiss deepened, your thoughts started to race again. You were no longer sure if you could be happy or not. You loved Mason, but so did you love Noah, who was sleeping at home. Or so you thought. Suddenly, panic took over and you suddenly pulled away from the kiss, surprising Mason. He was scared that he did something wrong.

"I am really sorry, but I gotta go. Maybe this was mistake. What about Noah, I love him too", you rambeled. Suddenly you felt sick about the whole situation and you were not sure about your feelings. Yes, you loved Mason but maybe it was just friendly. Noah was home waiting for you and you had built the life together with him, not with Mason. You felt like an awful person and you panicked. All you could think, how you just ruined everything; the friendship with Mason and relationship with Noah. Same time, Mason couldn't believe his ears. You just told him that you loved him and you kissed. Now you were having second thoughts. He wasn't sure what to do.

"I love you, I have always loved you. There is no one else for me than you. We can make it work", Mason always pleaded to you. If there was chance to get you to be his, he didn't want to throw it away. This was his chance and he wanted nothing more than you to be his. But he also saw the panic in your eyes, how you were unsure about your feelings and it broke him inside. He grabbed your hand and stared deep into your eyes. And you could almost promise that your heart broke then and there, when you looked to his puppy eye, pleading you not to leave. But you were a mess.

Everything stopped, when your phone started to ring. When you looked your phone, it was Noah and you felt lump on your throat raising. What would you say to him? You had just confessed your love to another man and kissed him. Before picking up the phone, you mouthed quick "sorry" to Mason. After that you turned your back to him and answered to your boyfriend's call. Mason tried to grab your hand one last time, but it was too late. You were walking back to your car, trying to come up with a lie to your boyfriend. For Mason, that told that you had chosen Noah over him. It broke him into pieces.

4 months later

After that night, you tried to go back into being friends. You were ready to bury your feelings but Mason was not. Suddenly your life changed and he was not there as much anymore. It was hard for you, but Noah was happy when Mason was not there anymore as much as he used to. But you still messaged him after his games, just to show your support to him. Sometimes you got respond from him, but most times he just read your messages. You just tried to continue with your life, trying to convince yourself that you made the right choice.

But it was your birthday and your friends' had thrown you a big party at a club in London. Nobody knew what happened between you and Mason, so they had also invited him. Your friends knew how close you were with Mason, at least used to be. You were surprised that he had shown up to your birthday party but you were happy too see him there.

"Mase, you came!", you slurred happily and he could tell that you were already buzzing. Mason was happy to see you and hear the excitement in your voice. Even when he was still broken after the night he kissed you infront of the water fountain. He didn't want to make the situation too weird or ruin your birthday, so he hugged you back. It felt good, but he needed to keep in his mind that you were Noah's girlfriend.

"Wouldn't ever miss your birthday", he told you, trying to keep his head together. He could feel how Noah was staring at him. It seemed that your boyfriend had always had an issue with him. So he broke off from the hug to avoid any drama on your big day. After the slightly awkward hug, Mason gave you envelope. Your drunken mind was confused and you just looked back to Mason.

"It's your birthday gift. Open it when you are sober", Mason told and you were quick to thank him for it. Pressing a kiss to his cheeck. But the interaction between you and Mason didn't last long, when Noah stepped between you two. You were taken by surprise since he had spent most of his time with couple of his friends. Not bothering to hang out with your friends.

"C'mon, let's dance baby", Noah told you, almost dragging you to the dance floor. You just apologetically looked to Mason, who was left to stand alone. When Noah gripped tightly on your hips and pulled you close to him, you suddenly felt sick. It didn't feel right at all. His touch felt dirty, you felt like his hands shouldn't be on your body. But your drunken mind could only just smile and hold the envelope that Mason had gave to you. You tried your best to enjoy Noah's presence but your eyes always wandered back to Mason, who was still standing at the same spot.

Mason tried to keep his mind together when he was looking you and Noah. In his mind, it should have been him to dance with you. It should have been him to organize this birthday party to you as your boyfriend. Not the douchebag Noah. But he still tried to enjoy the party, talking with your mutual friends and grabbing a beer. But it just didn't felt right for him. At least he tried to enjoy, but when the feelings were too much, he just left the party. Without saying a word to anyone that he was leaving. He just wanted to get away and when you realized that he had left, you couldn't enjoy the party anymore either.

Next morning, you found the envelope that Mason had given to you as a birthday gift. You waited Noah to leave to store, before you could open it. As you were not prepared for what was coming for. And when Noah finally left the apartment you shared, you locked yourself into the bathroom and opened the envelope. Only to discover letter with Mason's messy handwriting, which made you smile. But when you started to read the text on the letter, your smile washed away quickly.

"It has always been you. You are the person that I have loved since I understood what it meant to love someone else. Since the beginning I knew, you were the person I wanted to spend my life with. But I was too scared to tell you how I felt, in fear that it would ruin everything. Only to understand that, me being silent about it would ruin it. I still love and I can not forget our kiss at the water fountain that night. It felt right, like all the pieces in the puzzle were at the right place.

For me, it was not a mistake what happened that night. I meant every word I said and still do. I know you are with Noah, but I think that is the wrong person for you. You deserve so much more than he could ever give to you. I just hope that you could see that too. All I wish is that you could give us a chance and you would not need to regret it. You are my soulmate.

Love,

Your Mase"

You didn't even notice that you were crying before the teardrop dropped down to the letter. The feelings towards Mason had never died, even when you tried to bury them back to your mind. They were still there. Maybe you had made a mistake on that night at the water fountain. Maybe Mason was the one you should be with.

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[jesssssssssica]

story of us k.h

if i could write a story about my life then i would dedicate a whole book about just you and i. i could write pages and pages about everything, from the moment i saw you to the moment i fell for you to the moment everything started to go downhill. 

chapter upon chapter about you. i would dedicate a whole chapter about how dull my life was before you came into it and how you managed to make it so bright so very quickly. i’ll write about how you caught my eyes across the room, drawing me in and then getting me hooked by saying “hello”. 

when they read that they’ll still be naïve to the future, just like i was, they’ll say “they’re the lucky ones” envying our young and picture-perfect love, just like our friends did all those years ago.

my next chapter would be about honeymoon phase, where we couldn’t get our hands off of each other, becoming each other’s oxygen, only being able to live if we were next to each other. how different that is to now. no longer am i the girl i was when i was with you. no longer am i always by your side, no longer having a seat reserved next to you and now having to look for an empty seat in a room full of people. you gave me the key to the cage i didn’t even know i was locked in. i don’t even know where you are in your story anymore, maybe you’re going through your redemption arc, i don’t know.

the chapter after that would be about the fall. not the falling in love part, the falling out of love part. i’ll write about how much easier everything could’ve been if we had just talked to each other, properly. if i had known what i know now maybe we could’ve had it all, we could’ve made it. if i had told you more about me, then maybe we could’ve both broken down the walls i built up. i would write to you kai. not to the readers of our story, but to you. i would write to you about how much i wish, no pray that we could’ve made it work or at least at the minimum, i wish we could’ve at least made it end a little bit better. i wish we didn’t fight as much and i wish we didn’t lose our voices as much due to the words we used to shout at each other. but we can’t change the past, no matter how much i wish i could. 

then i would write about the now, how we manage to stand alone on two opposite sides of the room, not speaking, not looking at each other, just watching the world pass by. i could laugh until my stomach aches at the irony of the situation i found myself in but at the same time i could cry out in anger and sorrow because at the end of the day i still love him because he was there for me, through thick and thin, even when we were at the end. i will write about how much i hope this is affecting you, killing you that you can’t hold me anymore because that’s how i feel. i hope you think of me when you wake up to the moment you fall asleep because i do. and no amount of silly blind dates is going to get you out of my head, but you’ll leave one day because life moves on, we’ll move on, well unless you’ve already moved on but i doubt that, we both had a strong hold on each other’s hearts and you know that.

i wish i could know what you would write kai. would you say the same things about me, would you blame it all on me or would you take the blame? how you would you describe me? would you say i was just another face in the crowd or would you describe me as if you were romeo talking about his sweet juliet. i guess you could say we’re kind of like them only that our families aren’t mortal enemies and did actually love us being together or the fact that we don’t take our lives at the end of our story. okay, maybe that was a bad example but what i mean to say, is that we were a tragedy, star crossed lovers perhaps.

i wonder if you would write about how stupid i defiantly look right now, because i would. i could write about how i’m trying to make myself look busy and that no matter how hard i try, it probably isn’t working at all. you’re probably staring at me and thinking ‘what is going on inside her head?’ and if only you could speak those words out loud, i would be able to say it’s because ‘i love you’. 

it’s a shame i’ll never be able to publish this big book idea of mine, i mean i could, it’s just i don’t want to because it isn’t just my story, it’s ours. that’s besides the point though, because either way i will never say any of this out loud, it will just be another one of those moments that could’ve led to a different path in my life. maybe in another life, we could’ve found each other after all this and i would tell you it all and maybe we could’ve made this damn book a reality but that’s just another ‘would’ve could’ve should’ve’ moment. if only we weren’t so hot headed and quick to jump to conclusions and not so stubborn to admit that we were in fact the person in the wrong. if only i wasn’t such a perfectionist, thriving off of praise and needing that constant reassurance, telling me that i’m doing good or if only you didn’t hold your pride so highly and tightly, unlike how you would hold me. 

if this is my story then i’m scared to see how it ends because i feel as though we have a few more empty pages left to fill, and would you please stop acting as if this is nothing kai? why won’t you just come up to me and tell me you miss me or at least say a ‘hi’ or something. i would be right up for doing that but i’m lost for words right now and i can’t put together the words to describe how much i miss you, hell i’m sure if i went up to you right now, crickets would begin to start chirping, that’s how loud the silence is. almost suffocating.

look at us now kai, we’re just watching the walls and tables collect dust by how long we’ve been avoiding each other and it’s killing me and i can’t help but want you here, in my arms holding me close. i want to know kai, i really want to know whether or not you feel the same way as i do. did you happen to miss me after i left? is this space between us making you want to itch closer to me or am i just making this tension up? how much i curse the world for making us ‘the star-crossed lovers’, i mean how unfair is that, why are we the ones that have fallen victim to this god awful ‘trope’.  

we’re acting as if we’re part of a contest, one where we have to ignore the one person we so desperately want to be close to. i don’t like this game, no in fact i despise it, liking it much better when you were with me, whispering the sweetest words i’m sure the world has ever heard. so many things i wish i had said to you kai but we had such little time, it was practically impossible to squeeze it all in, meaning that i couldn’t. so, we have to accept that not all stories end in a happy ending, and that although the prince did help the damsel in distress leave the danger behind her, the damsel is managing perfectly fine on her own, no matter how much she does miss said prince. 

this is how we end our story though, me and you on opposite sides of the room, not uttering a single world and only taking soft breaths avoiding eye contact with each other but knowing that the other is there. two people who were in love but just not meant to be.

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[ningwrld]

mason mount x female!art student!oc | angst/fluff | established relationship!au | wc: 1k+

> summary: midterms week is coming around and you’re done with everything related to college. good for you, you have your boyfriend mason to help you get through it.

> warnings: angst. oc feels a little down because of studies :( we all feel her. mentions of crying, and also a lot of cry. mentions of divorce and legal fights. mentions of parents fighting. supportive!mason. based on a recent struggle i had a weeks ago but now everything's fine! i apologize for any grammatical errors beforehand. english is not my first language.

> author's note: hi!!! i wrote this a couple weeks ago when i was going through a hard time with studies. i just finished studying for another midterm and wanted to post this so i can start working on the requests you've send!!! however, feel free to send in a request if you want to :] i'm currently writing for mason mount, declan rice, ben chilwell and jack grealish!!! please always remember that you're smart and worth it and you'll get it. everyone learns at different speeds but we're all smart!!! always work hard. ilyilyily <3

getting into chelsea college of art and design hadn't exactly been easy. while the acceptance rate wasn't high, it could be for someone who was never good at studying. study books were not the same as a novel that you could quietly read while enjoying the crisp english air. but you should've worked a little harder and raised your grades if you wanted to get into the college of your dreams. fortunately, you made it. and if studying before was difficult and tedious, now it was much more so. midterms week was just around the corner and, as much as you tried over and over for countless nights, no knowledge seemed to successfully stick in your brain. you felt like a real failure. you knew that crying was useless, but you couldn't help it; you didn't want to disappoint anyone. just thinking that there was a high chance of failing brought tears to your eyes and made you feel like the cruelest person in the world, which was stupid. all your life you have been faithful to the thought that, if you lose today, tomorrow you have the opportunity to try again. time was nothing more that a physical magnitude that was irrelevant when something you were truly passionate about was worthwhile, but it was getting out of hands and you couldn't help but despair. you weren't good at socializing, so you couldn't clear you doubts with any of your classmates because you were terrified to talk to them. nothing made sense lately in your life, but you couldn't do anything to stop it either. studies, work, your sister's recent divorce and her legal fight over whether she or her ex-husband would keep the children, the daily fights between your parents. everything was consuming you. still, there was one thing you were proud to call yours: mason, your boyfriend.

you met mason through a mutual friend at a party, liked each other and began to hang out more and more. he was easy to relate because he was still the same kid who was born in portsmouth, and he wasn't trying to make himself bigger by bragging that he was chelsea's star player. he's humble, charitable, kind, respectful, honest. everything that none of your previous partners was. you eventually realized that what you had was more than just a friendship and it was he who made the first move. he asked you to be his girlfriend after a romantic dinner under the moonlight and sealed the love he promised to profess his whole life with a dazzling kiss. that's were it all started, and neither of you wanted it to end. mason had never felt so in love before. you caused madness in his being. with you he feels capable of crossing every ocean swimming and conquering every kingdom of your heart. with you, mason feels mason.

thursday afternoon was starting to fall and you were in the same place you had been for the past two weeks: sitting in the main dining room table with papers, books, summaries and colorful highlighters all around you. the tears you shed long minutes ago were dry on your cheeks but your red eyes silently delighted you. you read and read but you couldn't understand anything. you were one short step away from total craziness. your thoughts were so loud in your head that you didn't hear the front door open and your boyfriend's cheerful voice claiming that he was already home until you felt arms wrap around you and startle you. your eyes leave what you were reading to focus your gaze on mason and greet him briefly with a fake smile that showed you weren't okay. “hello, love,” you say.

“you were crying?” mason always had an easy time reading your emotions, so he didn't surprise you when he asked that. however much you need help, you shake your head. “honey, don't lie to me,” he insists.

“i'm fine,” you murmur, your voice unsteady and a little brittle, avoiding his eyes because you know you'll start crying again at any moment.

mason knew how hard you worked to maintain a good gpa in college, and he also knew how much sacrifice it required and that you put into it every day. he had spent nights studying by your side and had snuggled up next to you after long days in which you brain ended up completely exhausted. he tried to help you as much as possible and be there to support and encourage you.

his hands quickly cup you face. “oh, love,” he says in a light, soft voice. you were always a person who expressed herself through tears and regrets, getting stuck in a problem with solution but that you couldn't see with the naked eye. you didn't know why, if if was all your suffering as a child or the words you heard addressed to you that left scars on the surface of your being, but the words of others hit you hard and you had a hard time recovering from them. so you cry. sometimes for such small and insignificant things, others for being overwhelmed. you've gotten tired of hearing your brother say you wouldn't get anywhere crying. many times you had caused fights between your parents by your crying. it was exhausting, but mason seemed to understand each one of your tears, and that's why you cling tightly to him as soon as the first one falls.

“m-mase,” you say trying to control your sobs.

“it's alright, babe, cry as much as you want.”

you spend minutes sheltered in the arms of your boyfriend thinking about the thousands of possible scenarios that you could be living in a week from now, and you only separate when you're ready to talk properly.

“i-it's too much,” you start, “no matter how hard i try, i can't get it.”

“but you will get it, darl-”

“but i can't get it later on, mase, i need to get it know!”

“okay, okay. shh,” he comforts you when you start sobbing again. “i know it's hard, i know it. i'll stay here all day to help you get it.”

“you're not supposed to do that! i should get it myself.”

mason feels the despair and numbness welling up from your pores. he knows that you'll collapse anytime so he takes all your notes and texts away from you to try to calm you down. “you're not supposed to help me in all the things i can't do either, (y/n), but that's what partners do, they support and help each other whenever they're struggling. so 'm gonna help you because i love you and i don't wanna see you suffering,” he says, with lovely eyes.

“this isn't supposed to be that hard,” you whisper.

“we'll get it together, baby.”

mason does exactly what he promised: he sits next to you and stays there for hours. it was hard, but you were finally able to understand what you were reading after taking it easy. you weren't a genius in the matter but you felt more confident about the exam. after a long study session, you and mason prepare dinner together to later prepare a bubble bath that would help lower the tensions you both felt during the day.

“they're all so smart,” you say looking at a fixed point on the wall.

“mhm?”

“my classmates. they're so smart. they catch on so quickly while it takes me longer and that makes me feel so damn stupid.”

“hey,” he says softly, “don't say that. don't try to compare you speed to understand thing or lower yourself for it because that doesn't make you less intelligent or something. each person takes their time, and that's fine.”

after a long time in which you get lost in the sound of the bubbles and mason's wet caresses, you speak. “do you think i'll make it?”

“of course you will,” mason quickly replies. “believe it or not, you're a very smart person and i know you'll pass. and if you don't, you'll learn from your mistakes and do better next time.”

you look at him. you really are lucky to have someone like mason. he never judges you, on the contrary, he tries to help you to see you grow and succeed. he makes your life simpler and more joyful. there's nothing you love more than mason. and there's nothing mason loves more than you.

“mason?”

“mhm?” he murmurs after placing a kiss on your forehead.

“thank you,” you say wholeheartedly.

“whenever, my love.”

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[chelseachilly]

i want your midnights

pairing: reader x ben chilwell summary: sequel to i watched it begin again - a month after your amazing first date with ben, you decide to surprise him by showing up at the same new year's party...only to soon wonder if you made a mistake and misinterpreted his feelings for you? warnings: none word count: 2.9k

author's note: a lot of people asked for a part 2 to begin again so i decided to write this little new year's fic! i planned on getting it done by the new year but life got super busy, so i hope you don't mind it nearly two weeks later haha 💗✨

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Just over a month after your first date with Ben, you find yourself standing in front of his best friend’s doorstep with shaking hands and your heart thumping in your chest. 

Harvey is hosting a New Year’s Eve party, and although you were invited, you weren’t planning on going until today. You spent the holidays up at your parent’s house a few hours away and were planning on spending New Year’s there as well, but Mia spent the past few days convincing you to come and eventually wore you down. 

Truthfully, the only reason you were hesitant about coming is that you knew Ben would be there. It’s not that you don’t want to see him - quite the opposite, actually. The past month since you started seeing each other has been wonderful. You’ve been on several amazing dates, including a couple that ended with you spending the night. It’s been fun and passionate and exciting and unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before. 

You also haven’t fully defined anything yet, still waiting for the right opportunity to have that conversation. Although you’re certain about your feelings for him, you don’t want to rush into anything after the mess of your last relationship, nor do you want to scary Ben away with asking him to commit too early. 

Which is why you’re now questioning your decision to show up here, and even more so your decision to surprise him. It felt like a good idea when he FaceTimed you on Christmas and seemed disappointed you weren’t coming, so you swore Mia to secrecy, but now that you’re actually here, it’s feeling a bit presumptuous that he would want you to show up unannounced. 

It’s too late to turn back now, though, as the door swings open and Mia and Harvey are pulling you inside.

“I’m so glad you came, babe!” Mia exclaims, hugging you tight. “You look fit as fuck.”

You’re in a little black dress and matching heels, and though you felt good about how you look when you left the house, you’re feeling more and more self-conscious.

“Thanks, you look gorgeous as well,” you smile back at her. “Thanks for having me, Harvey.”

“Of course, Y/N, I reckon Chilly will be thanking me too,” Harvey laughs. “He’s over there somewhere, he’ll be buzzing when he sees you.”

You can feel the blush creeping on your cheeks as your eyes scan the room looking for Ben. You’re not sure if you’re more nervous or excited to see him, but when you finally spot him, you know it’s the latter. He’s standing there in a group of people, smiling and chatting away with a drink in his hand, looking so gorgeous it’s honestly unfair. The same butterflies that have appeared in your stomach from the first time you laid eyes on him and every time since begin to flutter. 

It only takes a few moments for him to spot you over the shoulder of one of his friends, and you watch him do a double take before his eyes widen and a huge grin appears on his face. 

He sets his drink down and jogs over to your group, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Y/N! You came!” he exclaims, and you don’t get a chance to respond before he’s pulling you into a hug.

You hug him back, burying your face in his chest and breathing in his scent. It’s only been a week since you last saw him, but you haven’t stopped thinking about him for a single moment of that time apart. You were trying to enjoy the holiday season and time with your family, but your mind was replaying the sound of Ben’s laughter and the feeling of his kisses all over your body.

“Yeah, my plans changed,” you say with a smile as you pull back to look at him. 

“I’m so happy to see you,” Ben says, his hand lingering on your waist before dropping to his side, and you immediately miss his touch. “Can I get you a drink?”

“Yeah, that’d be great.”

You’re hoping that he’ll whisk you away somewhere for a few minutes, as you’re desperately wanting to kiss him right now but not sure you’re at the stage where you can casually do that in front of loads of people. 

“Vodka soda, right?” Ben asks, and you nod. 

You love that he knows your drink order already, but you can’t help but feel a tinge of disappointment as he walks away, leaving you to chat with your friends.

He returns a minute later with drinks for both of you, passing you the glass and clinking it with his own. 

“Thanks, Ben,” you say with a small smile, taking a sip and hoping the alcohol gives you a bit of courage. 

The four of you chat for a bit, catching up on how all your Christmases were, and you and Ben occasionally meet each other’s gaze and exchange a soft smile. You’ve spent quite a bit of time with Ben by now, but it’s a different dynamic being in a group, even if they are your closest friends. You’re having a nice time, but you’re longing for an opportunity to get him alone - not only to kiss him senseless, but to talk and maybe even define your situation a bit more.

After a while, an upbeat song comes on and you all head to the main living room where most of the partygoers are to dance. It’s fairly crowded and you end up standing close enough to Ben that you can feel his breath on the back of your neck and his chest brushing up against your back. You don’t pull away, enjoying the closeness, but still wishing he would wrap his arms around you properly. 

You turn back to look at him after a minute or two and your heart flutters when you find him looking right back at you. You wonder if he’s also waiting for an opportunity to be alone with you - and then you wonder if anyone would notice if you took him by the hand right now and led him into some quiet corner of the house. 

“Y/N…” Ben begins to say, inching closer toward you, but he’s cut off by a small squeal from behind you. 

You turn to see a rather large wine stain on Mia’s white dress from someone bumping into her. 

“Shit, this was expensive,” she sighs. “And I don’t have anything to change into.”

“You can wear something of mine,” Harvey says quickly, trying to help, but Mia immediately shoots him a glare. 

“Babe, it’s New Year’s, I don’t want to be walking around in your trackies and a baggy t-shirt-“

“Hey, it’s alright,” you interrupt, setting your drink down and grabbing Mia’s hands. “We can get the stain out. C’mon, I’ll help you.”

You abandon the guys to deal with this fashion crisis, gathering the supplies you need in the kitchen before heading upstairs to the bathroom. As you’re blotting Mia’s dress with dish soap and hydrogen peroxide, a trick your mum taught you, she takes the opportunity to interrogate you.

“So, are you finally going to tell Ben you want to make it official?” she asks, raising an eyebrow. 

“Maybe,” you say, a small grin tugging at your lips. “I want to. I’m just still a bit nervous. After everything that happened with Jack, I don’t want to get hurt like that again. And I already like Ben so much, which is terrifying.”

“He obviously likes you a lot too,” Mia assures you. “Harvey says he talks about you all the time, and did you see his face when you turned up earlier? I bet he’s just waiting for you to bring it up.”

“Yeah, I suppose,” you agree, finishing up your removal of the stain until there’s no evidence of the wine spill remaining on Mia’s dress. “There you go, good as new.”

“You’re a lifesaver, babe,” Mia smiles, pulling you into a tight hug. “I’m going to dry this off a bit, but you should go down and spend time with your man.” 

“He’s not my man,” you remind her.

“Not yet!”

You roll your eyes affectionately as you leave Mia to blow dry her dress and head back downstairs to the party, feeling slightly more confident after the chat with your best friend. 

You’re ready to march right up to Ben and finally tell him that you’re ready to make things official, that you haven’t been able to get him out of your head since your first date and that you’re totally, completely falling for him.

As you descend the staircase, your eyes scan the room for Ben until you spot him - talking to an insanely beautiful girl in the corner of the room. 

Your heart drops to your stomach as you see how he’s smiling at her while she squeezes his arm and says something that makes him laugh.

You feel like a complete idiot. 

You shouldn’t have come here tonight expecting him to be waiting around, hoping for you to turn up. You haven’t had any conversations about being exclusive, and he’s a bloody gorgeous footballer who could get any girl at this party. He could’ve invited this girl himself for all you know. 

You just got caught up in the excitement of seeing him and all the feelings that have been swirling around in your chest since you met him, not thinking about the reality of the situation. It’s been a month - an absolutely wonderful, magical month, yes, but only one month. You were a fool for getting so ahead of yourself when, truthfully, you don’t know if Ben even wants a serious relationship. You were under the impression that’s where this was going, but he never explicitly said anything.

With your eyes stinging with tears and a sudden urge to be anywhere but here, you decide to slip out the back door to the small garden behind the house. You know you could just go home, but it’s nearly midnight and you don’t want Mia to see you leaving and spoil her New Year’s too. 

You’ll just have to stand out here, shivering in nothing but your dress, until the clock strikes twelve and you can slip out without raising too much suspicion. Maybe you can get Mia to tell Ben you have food poisoning, or something - it’s less embarrassing than the truth. 

Your mind is racing with thoughts of all the moments you and Ben have shared over the past weeks, all the times you felt in your bones that this was going to be something real. 

As the clock on your phone reminds you it’s creeping closer to midnight, you hear the sound of the back door opening and closing. Assuming it’s someone coming out to smoke, you quickly wipe the tears from your cheeks and plaster on a smile as you try to think of a reason you’re standing out here alone.

Instead, you’re met with the familiar pair of blue eyes that make your heart stop beating for a moment.

Ben.

“Y/N, I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” he says with a small sigh of relief. “What are you doing out here? It’s almost midnight!”

“Just needed a bit of air,” you respond, trying to keep your voice from trembling. 

“Are you alright?” he asks as he approaches you, his eyes filled with concern. “You must be freezing, love, here-“

Before you can respond, he’s already shrugging off his jacket and draping it over your bare shoulders, just like he did on your first date. This time, he lingers afterward and gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. The sweet gesture, combined with the way he’s looking at you with such tenderness and admiration, makes tears begin to build in your eyes once more. 

You never should’ve let yourself believe that he would want to be with someone like you. If you weren’t good enough for your shitty ex, how could you ever be enough for someone as wonderful as Ben?

“Love, you’re worrying me, did something happen?” Ben asks, his use of the term of endearment only making things worse.

You take a step back from him, shaking your head.

“I shouldn’t have come tonight,” you murmur. “I mean, I shouldn’t have assumed that you would want me to come. I think I just misread things between us and I’m really sorry that I-“

“Y/N, what are you talking about?” Ben interjects, his face full of confusion. “Of course I wanted you to come. I was so happy when you showed up, where is this coming from?”

“I saw you talking to that girl inside and it seemed like there was something going on, which is totally fine, I know we aren’t exclusive or anything-“

“Shit, Y/N, that was just my friend Hannah,” Ben says quickly. “She’s actually the girlfriend of one of my best mates, you remember Anish?”

Slowly processing his words, you recall briefly meeting Anish when he popped by Ben’s once while you were over. You also remember him mentioning his girlfriend. 

“I’m so sorry you thought something was happening there, I wouldn’t do that,” he says sincerely. “And not just because you came tonight, for the record. I don’t think I’ve actually even properly looked at another girl since I met you.”

Your cheeks flush red, both at his words and the embarrassment you’re feeling for overreacting to the situation. You stare down at your shoes, unable to meet his gaze, until he steps closer to you and gently cups your face, forcing you to look at him. 

“Y/N, I like you so much. You’re the only girl I want to ring in the New Year with, the only girl I want to be with period,” Ben says, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “I’m sorry I didn’t make that clear earlier, I just thought after everything that happened with your ex you might not want to rush into something serious.”

Your heart swells with affection and you reach up to hold his forearm, both for stability since your knees have gone weak and because you need to touch him. 

“I only want to be with you, too,” you whisper, afraid your voice will falter if you speak too loudly. “And I’m sorry I made assumptions. I guess my ex did mess with my head a little bit.”

“Well, he’s a dickhead who didn’t deserve you,” Ben says, making you laugh softly. “But don’t apologize to me. We’ll just be more honest with each other from now on, yeah?”

You nod and smile at him until you’re interrupted by a flurry of activity from inside the house. Through the window, you can see people beginning to crowd together in the living room to count down to midnight. Glancing at Ben’s watch, you can see there’s only a minute left. 

“Do you want to go inside with everyone else?” you ask him.

Ben just smiles and shakes his head. “I’d rather stay out here and celebrate with my girlfriend, if that’s okay with you?”

Your heart races and your breath catches in your throat at his casual statement, the word replaying in your mind from the moment it leaves his lips.

He looks at you a bit nervously, perhaps concerned that you’ll be overwhelmed by this new title, but your lips spread into a grin.

“That sounds perfect.” 

Before Ben can respond, the people inside begin to count down from ten. He pulls you closer by the waist, thumbs rubbing circles on your hips, and you place a hand on his stubbly cheek. 

As the countdown draws closer to the end, you marvel at how safe and content you feel right now in Ben’s arms. You think about how this year was one of the hardest of your life, and how you never could’ve predicted that it would end with you being this happy, with the most wonderful man who taught you how to trust again. Who taught you how to fall in love again, even if it’s a bit too soon to say those words to him. 

“Three…two…one…”

The chorus of people shouting “happy new year!” is muffled as Ben presses his lips to yours, making you melt into him. You wrap your arms around his neck, and he sighs into the kiss when you sink your fingers into his hair. 

When his tongue slides into your mouth, you respond with equal passion, kissing him with everything you have until you’re both left breathless.

When you break apart, Ben rests his forehead against yours. Your eyes flutter open slowly and you’re met with the most amazing sight you’ve ever seen in your life.

There are fireworks above you in every direction, a spectacle of light and colour, but you’re completely enraptured by the blue eyes and gorgeous smile in front of you.

“Happy New Year, love,” Ben whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

It’s going to be a very Happy New Year indeed - maybe the happiest you’ve ever had. And as you lean in to kiss your new boyfriend again and again, you think about how despite all the pain you went through, you wouldn’t have changed a thing about the last one either. After all, it led you to this moment - it led you to Ben. 

“Happy New Year, Ben.”

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i really hope you liked this part 2! 💙🎆 please feel free to send me an ask or leave a comment if you enjoyed, i really appreciate them!

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[veluvloqy]

between us — mason mount

SUMMARY. mason never thought that he'd lose the love of his life so quickly. in a desperate attempt to feel close to you one last time, he contacts the only person he thinks will be able to help him. at the end of the day, he knows that he'll keep you alive if he keeps in his heart everything you lived together. “i love you forever.”

PAIRING. mason mount x female!oc.

GENRE. angst.

WARNINGS. the whole fic it's a warning itself. death is the main plot, read at your own risk. loosely inspired by 'hollywood medium'.

WORD COUNT. 2k+

AUTHOR'S NOTE. first one and there we go. wrote this a couple of weeks ago but never had the confidence enough to post it. feedback is always welcome! enjoy it. wish you a happy reading <3

mason still remembers the last kiss he gave you. it was a few minutes before you left on your way to work. for some reason, that day he didn't want to let you go. but he had to. he wrapped his arms around your waist, murmuring a soft 'i love you' and letting you go. he also remembers the last hug in which he felt you. it was the same morning but a while before finally getting out of be. he clung to your naked body, wanting to live there forever, and he felt like the luckiest guy on planet earth. mason remembers a lot of things, but he remembers you especially.

there are days when he just gets carried aways, days when he sits on the couch by himself, staring at a fixed point. he doesn't feel, he doesn't move, he just breathes and thinks. his mind inevitably takes him to the first day he met you under the cold london night, you were wearing a black dress and a thin jacket that didn't help prevent the wind from hammering your bones, your makeup was smudged and he could tell you were crying, and he felt the piercing need to protect you until the end of the time. he also often remembers the first date he took you on, the first kiss he gave you, the first time he made love to you, the first vacation you shared together. looking at rocky, the dog he gave you for one of your anniversaries, he perfectly recalls your dazzling smile and your genuine happiness when holding him in your arms for the first time. he remembers the good times, but also the bad. like that time you confessed to him all the suffering you went through as a child, or that day he found your curled up in bed and crying because of the hate amount and death threats you received for being his girlfriend. he remembers everything, and it torments him.

sometimes, when his phone rings, he's afraid it'll be that call again. he's afraid to answer and be told that you were involved in a car accident, and unfortunately you didn't make it. he's afraid to feel again that pain that he felt when a ringing filled his ears and he dropped to his knees on the cold ground, screaming and crying for you. other times, he hopes to answer and that your sweet voice will be heard on the other end of the line, wishing him luck before one of his games, telling him how much you miss him, confessing your love. but your calls no longer come, and your voice is no longer heard.

and although you don't call, his mates do. he receives daily messages from phil, from jack. ben makes sure he stays healthy and declan visits him every day to take care of him. even though he's hurt by the death of his best friend, he knows that there's still something to fight for on this side. he doesn't do much, he just stays by mason's side because he knows that's what he needs. he knows how much you meant to him, and he also knows that no care compares, but he stands strong and encourages him to keep going.

if he could switch bodies with you, he would. he'd give his life for you.

the day of your wake was the most tedious and heartbreaking he lived. you were there, inert, empty, lifeless. your hands were the same ones that ran over his face and body every day, only now they were a little colder. you eyes were closed and you were submerged in eternal sleep, your face was carefree. the arms of his siblings were around him and his parents stayed by his side the entire time. every condolence he received shattered his heart. and he stopped recognizing where he was when your body was buried.

“dec,” mason calls from the living room. declan had arrived about an hour ago and, seeing that his friend hadn't had lunch yet, he decided to fix him something quick. mason didn't get better, he believes he never will, but he slowly began to reconnect with the people closest to him, especially declan, the person who has been there though the ups and downs. you loved him, he was like a brother to you. and for mason, having him was having you. “come.”

“uhm, i'm having a couple problems here, mase.”

“okay, it doesn't matter,” he insists. “just came.”

declan turns off the burners and quickly wipes his hands with a damp cloth before walking over to his best friend. “well, what is it?”

“i- uhm, i-” mason stumbles over his words. he doesn't know how to express himself properly, you were always there to read him. but he knows he should tell this to his best friend. he knows that he must do this. “i-i contacted a m-medium.”

declan's speechless. he knows that he shouldn't criticize his friend or question his choices, he knows how desperate he is to be with you one last time, but he never thought that he'd come to this point. “a what?”

“a med-”

“yeah, i heard you the first time. mase, are you sure?”

“dec,” mason whispers. “i need it.”

“and i understand, bro. but what if they play with your feelings? what if they take advantage of your situation to get money from you?”

“no one can take more from me than what i've lost.”

declan sighs. this is not the time to make his friend feel bad. “are you sure?”

“totally.”

“fine. when will they come?”

“friday.”

waiting until friday was no easy task for mason. he felt anxious, nervous, tense, scared. he knew he was crazy to do what he did, what he was going to do, but he also knew that it was his last chance to communicate with you in any way. he needed to tell you many things, too many. from his return to training to how empty the house feels without your presence. he wanted to hug you like it was the first time, touch your face and feel your perfume again. he was desperate and, certainly, he doesn't act logically under pressure. he knew that he couldn't bring you back to life, but he can try to tell you that he loves you one last time. that's why, when the day comes, he almost feels faint.

mason is sitting across from tyler, the lovable blonde-haired young man who could easily be his age. his hands are sweaty and his throat is dry, but the comforting aura tyler exudes helps him a bit.

“mason,” the boy in front of him speaks, ”have you ever been read before?”

“uhm, no,” he replies nervously.

“why have you decided to do this, mason? if i may know.”

“yeah, uhm, i-i just wanted to t-try to connect with my g-girlfriend one last time.”

tyler looks at the small coffee table that separates him from mason and jots a photo on it. “she was your girlfriend?”

“y-yes,” he says, blinking repeatedly to keep the tears that formed in his eyes from falling.

“she was adorable, right?” seeing mason nod, tyler continues. “did you love her?”

“she was the light of my life.”

tyler doesn't respond and begins to doodle on his notebook. mason watches him, nestled in his world and breathing quietly. his pen goes back and forth, tracing deep, abstract lines.

“i feel this calm energy that's a-able to calm the most turbulent waters, she lived calmly,” tyler begins before moving his pen again. “she-she's very calm, mason, but she also has this feeling that something's preventing her from going totally calm. you.”

“i-i'm not ready to let her go.”

“and that's totally understandable. she also wants to tell you a lot of things.”

“as which?”

tyler moves his pen again, each line he draws making a particular sound and mason follows his movements with his eyes. “she... she wants you to always remember what happened between you.”

“between us?”

“you guys had a lot of history together,” mason nods. “i see this symbol. with wings. a comforting color, a calm color.”

“a butterfly,” mason says, no longer trying to hide his pain. “it's a butterfly. she loved butterflies.”

“she knows. she knows you're hurt. but she wants you to heal.”

once the session is over, after mason thanks tyler for his services and politely escorts him to the door, he flops down on the couch. thousands of thoughts run through his mind and he feels emotionally drained. tyler was right, on everything. it was as if he knew you, as if he knew who you were and what you were. he wants to cry, scream, curse, bring you back. but he can't. there are so many things he wants to do and he can't. but he can do one thing: forget. not forever, just for a minute. he decides to sleep. and, in the process of trying to forget, he remembers you.

“mason!” you yell, running through the green park with roky following in your footsteps. “catch me!”

“be careful, honey,” he laughs as he starts running after you all over the place.

it doesn't take him long to catch you, he's faster than you. you both fall into the cool grass with laughter with roky barking. mason looks at you, you're perfect. he can't believe that someone like you is with someone like him. he has spent many nights looking at your sleepy figure wondering how he did it, how he got so lucky. but he doesn't like to tempt fate and concludes that he deserves it, that he deserves you. he loves you, and he'll always protect you.

“mason?”

“tell me, love,” he murmurs. he has you in his arms, face to face, with your forehead on his chest and roky at your feet.

“never forget this.”

“what thing, precious?”

“this. us. everything that happens and will happen between us.”

mason wakes up with a start. he's no longer on his couch, nor in his house. he's in the park, alone. the hammocks sway back and forth and the grass in freshly cut. the sun's rays hit his face and he has to put a hand on his forehead to try to focus his sight. and there, in the distance, he sees you. with a loose cream dress and your bare feet, hair in the wind as if you were pocahontas, approaching him.

“mase.”

“my love,” he says with tears in his eyes. he hugs you tightly, knowing it'll be the last time.

“mase,” you repeat softly, almost in a whisper, as he hides his face in your neck. “mason, you must move on.”

“i can't. i don't want to.”

“but you must,” you break away from the hug and cup his face in you hands. “you must do it. you must fulfill everything we dream of. you must meet someone, get married, have a family. you must win more trophies, score more goals. you have to do it, mason. for me.”

“i don't want to forget you,” his voice breaks and his eyes are full of tears that this time he does let fall, the image of him at his most vulnerable will always belong to you.

“oh, mason, baby,” you cry. “you won't forget me. i'll be in each of your thoughts, in each of your moments. when you wake up, i'll be there. when you go to sleep, i'll be there. i'll live in you forever, mason. you have me here,” you finish pointing at his heart.

“it's a hell.”

“it is. but it's life. remember me in every butterfly, love, and take care of roky for me,” you hug him one last time, knowing that this was necessary to live peacefully in eternity. and you walk away from him slowly. he must do it. he has to.

“(y/n)!” he yells loudly. his silky hair is now shorter but just as beautiful, the brown in his eyes looks a little off be he picks up a bit of his characteristic glow as he says his next words. “i love you! forever!”

you smile. you'll take a good care of him from above. “i love you, mason.”

and just like that, you turn to dust, a stagnant imagine in memory. and just like that, mason wakes up.

“forever,” he murmurs to himself. “i love you forever.”

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description: lauren is fine, she is completely fine. she is definitely not dating sam kerr's younger sister. and sam kerr definitely hasn't just walked into y/n's flat with her spare key. lauren is completely fine

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lauren james x kerr!reader

disclaimer: this is all fiction remember that and have fun ;)

warnings: idk where to begin, smutttt - cunnilingus, thigh riding, fingering, slight breath play, choking, marking, fluff, swearing, cute sisterly relationships

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SMUT

MINORS DNI

18+ (At start and at end.)

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y/n's head span as she gasped, hand reaching down to clasp with Lauren's as the woman grunted into her, tongue darting in and out of y/n, nose brushing her clit as she spasmed.

"Ah, Lauren. Close." y/n gasped, hand gripping Lauren's tighter as her breathing sped up, back arching as Lauren's tongue did nothing to slow down.

Lauren moved her head, pushing her nose harsher against y/n's clit which caused a moan to escape her lips as she tensed, her stomach spasming.

"Come on." Lauren said gruffly, her tongue going back to work as y/n finally came, a cry of relief leaving from her lips as she does so.

Lauren's tongue does not completely leave y/n, instead using lazy strokes to calm the girl down from her orgasm, only once Lauren felt as if she had tasted her girlfriend enough did she come up for air.

Lauren pushed upwards, arms flexing as she came to lie next to y/n once again, leaning down to press a long kiss to her lips, her tongue sweeping through y/n's mouth.

"Taste yourself." Lauren all but grunted into her mouth. "Taste what I did to you." She continued, y/n's eyes rolled into the back of her head at the words.

The two pulled away, a lazy grin on Lauren's face at the red cheeks of y/n as she pecks her lips once more, smirking at how flustered the Australian was.

"Hmm, that's a way to wake up in the morning." y/n smiles, leaning into Lauren's shoulder who smiles and wraps an arm around her girlfriend.

"Wake you up like that anytime." Lauren shrugs and y/n grins liking the sound of it.

Just as Lauren goes to say something there is the sound of the front door opening and the two tense, both knowing that other than Lauren only one other person had a key.

"Squirt?" Sam calls out and the two spring into action.

"One sec Sammy!" y/n calls, Lauren rushing and grabbing her clothes, throwing y/n her own.

"Oh fuck." Lauren whispers.

"Oh fuck." y/n agrees quietly.

Sam Kerr, Australia's sweetheart, best striker in potentially the WSL and a ground-breaking personality in the world of Women's Football and sport as a whole.

Sam Kerr. Also known as Lauren and y/n's team-mate, mentor and y/n's older sister.

Lauren sent y/n a wide eyed look, both of them as worried and panicked at the other as Lauren slid into y/n's ensuite, y/n tugging on her joggers as she darted out of her room and shuts the door.

"Sammy!" y/n grins racing at her sister who hugs her. "What are you doing here?" y/n asks and Sam shrugs.

"Thought we could go get some breakfast." Sam says and y/n nods, knowing they had late training today.

"Of course, let me just shower." y/n smiles and Sam pauses, knowing her sister was a natural early riser.

"You slept in?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, late night, stayed up binging doctor who." y/n lies easily and Sam chuckles, rolling her eyes.

"You and that fucking show." Sam snorts and y/n lets out a small fake laugh as she moves back toward her bedroom.

y/n enters and Lauren is lent against the wall, scrolling through Instagram as y/n grabs her and drags her into the bathroom. Lauren smirks slightly as she quickly strips herself of her joggers.

y/n finally rids herself of her clothes, quickly ridding Lauren of her own as she drags her into the shower and turns it on, looking toward the bathroom door which she quickly makes sure is locked.

With the shower on and making noise y/n finally feels safe enough to let out a relieved breath as she knows Sam will have turned her X-box on to play a few FIFA games knowing her younger sister took ages to shower.

"Careful baby, your sister is in the other room." Lauren smirks teasingly and y/n glares at her.

"You ain't getting shit James." y/n warns as she washes herself clean.

"Are you sure?" Lauren asks lowly, hand squeezing at y/n's waist as she slides it down, her dull nails scraping at her hip. y/n lets out a stuttered gasp, the Australian naturally tipping her head back onto Lauren's broad shoulder.

Lauren can't help but let out a small chuckle at the power she knew she held over y/n, leaning down to press a series of light kisses down y/n's painfully unmarked neck.

Lauren's teeth pull at the skin under y/n's collarbone, both of her hands gripping at y/n's hips now, tilting her pelvis back into her as she grids lightly against her.

"Lauren." y/n warns breathily.

"What baby?" Lauren asks, grateful she had kept her braids in as she was now stood under the stream of water which would have been a pain to dry her hair from.

"Squirt?" Sam asks, the door handle coming down but the lock doing its job and stopping her entering.

"Just coming!" y/n calls quickly as she turns off the shower and steps out.

The girl wraps her hair in a towel, glaring at Lauren who was stood smugly against the shower door, eyes raking down y/n's dripping thighs which were scattered with marks.

"Since when do you lock the bathroom door?" Sam asks from the other side.

"Must have done it on reflex." y/n calls out. Not bothering too look in the mirror as she quickly moisturises her face. "I'll text you when we're gone." y/n whispers to Lauren, before pressing a peck to the woman's lips.

y/n then quickly slides from the bathroom and into her room, turning off the light as she wraps her towel around her. She could hear the FIFA game coming from the living room and rolls her eyes as she changes quickly.

y/n tugs on a top, pulling her jacket over the top of it and then grabs her bag and phone, cursing herself at the text Sam had sent her an hour ago warning her she was going to appear.

y/n then leaves her bedroom, smiling at Sam as she pulls her socks and then trainers on. Sam finishes her game and switches the TV off as y/n snorts.

"You only come here to use my games." y/n teases as Sam grabs her car keys.

"Shut up." Sam snorts as they get to the front door. y/n looks down, eyes widening at Lauren's trainers which were on the rack and she positions herself in front of them, hoping Sam hasn't noticed.

y/n follows her sister out, locking the door knowing full well Lauren would use her key once she left for training. y/n hops into Sam's car and her heart finally slows down as they pull away from her home.

y/n switches on her phone, instantly connecting to Sam's car and blaring some music out which makes Sam groan mockingly, y/n rolls her eyes and sticks her tongue out.

"Shut up." y/n snorts.

"No you." Sam counters.

"No you." y/n says back and Sam rolls her eyes.

"Annoying dickhead." Sam says and y/n chuckles as they pull up to their usual breakfast place. y/n sends a quick text to Lauren.

to lauren <3: All clear xx

from lauren: I'll see you at training x

y/n doesn't reply, knowing if she does Sam will get suspicious on who she is talking too, so she shuts her phone and follows Sam out of the car and into the cafe.

"Isn't that LJ's top?" Sam asks as y/n takes her jacket off. If y/n's heart had stopped, she wouldn't have been shocked, because that is what it felt like.

"Oh yeah, I borrowed it a few weeks ago and she said I could keep it." y/n shrugs easily and Sam's eyebrows furrow.

"I could have sworn I saw her in it the other day." She says before shrugging and looking at the menu.

"I don't know why you bother looking. You always get the same thing." y/n teases, trying to get the topic to move on.

"Shut it squirt." Sam snorts before proceeding to order the same thing with their usual waitress.

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y/n just posted on her story x2

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y/n turned up at training a lot calmer than she had been that morning. Throughout her breakfast with Sam panic was flooding her and guilt was creeping into her heart.

What she and Lauren had started was good, great even for them both, Lauren was calmer, y/n was happier, and no one knew that it was the other making them so.

But y/n and her sister had always been close, y/n had always wanted to be like Sam and while the midfielder had slightly taken a different football route, she had ended in the same place, repping Chelsea blue.

Lauren and y/n were still relatively new, only 4 almost 5 months in to being official having started seeing each other just before the beginning of the World Cup.

No one on social media suspected anything, none of their teammates seemed to notice, so they had just kept quiet when they returned and continued falling in love.

And y/n was sure that was what was happening. The 21-year-old was sure she was falling in love, if not in love with Lauren. She had never felt so seen, so understood by someone.

With Lauren she wasn't Sam Kerr's sister, she wasn't the future of Australia. She was just y/n, and it made her feel so special being looked at by Lauren.

The woman could tell if she was angry, upset, happy or nervous with a single glance, and she could calm it with nothing but a look, a glancing touch.

y/n had never been powerless, she was filled with attitude and delight, but she had never fell apart for someone as easily as she had for Lauren, she had never let anyone see her or understand her the way Lauren always had.

Training had started well, the sister duo pairing up for the pre-match games and then the group of players sunk into their usual before lunch match.

y/n was running down the wing, looking toward Erin who was trailing with her, Lauren tracked back, following her girlfriend as she tried to tackle, y/n turned, dragging the ball with her.

But Lauren knew her, knew her tricks and instead of sliding past bounced off her toes and followed left which made y/n sigh. She passed out to Erin, Lauren sending her a smirk.

y/n followed Erin down, trying to get past Lauren who manages to intercept Erin's cross out for a corner. The two teams lined up as Emma called out a warning saying this would be the last kick of the game.

y/n stood strong, her sister grinning at her due to the fact her team was currently 1 goal above Erin's and went to mark her sister, however Lauren had already covered her, easily slotting behind her girlfriend.

Sam furrows her brows for a second but then shrugs and goes to mark Johanna instead. Lauren's hand brushes y/n's back and the woman pushes her elbow back, rolling her shoulders as she watches the ball fly in.

y/n races forward, Lauren right behind her as she jumps and her head fires the ball into the corner. y/n slowly comes down, the bodies around her pushing her off balance.

Lauren quickly wraps her arms around her y/n, stabling her as she comes down by pulling y/n tight to her chest as y/n's feet finally settle on the floor.

y/n sighs out in relief, relaxing back into Lauren's chest in relief as she rests her head onto Lauren's shoulder, the two looking so natural that Millie does a double take.

"Nice catch LJ!" Emma calls out as lunch is called.

"She was a fairy." Millie teases, y/n laugh as she grins at Lauren in thanks who squeezes her waist briefly before y/n runs at Millie, jumping onto her back.

"y/n!" Emma calls waving the girl over.

"Oooh someone's in trouble." Millie teases as she drops y/n next to Emma.

"Shove off Bright." y/n laughs pushing her captain away who gasps mockingly.

"I'll have you benched for that!" Millie gasps dramatically.

"No you bloody won't." Emma warns her, before everyone trudges away and y/n follows Emma to her office where the woman sits her down. "I'll let you go to lunch in a second." Emma promises.

"It's okay." y/n promises her manager who sits on the edge of her desk.

"I just wanted to ask." Emma begins, handing y/n a water bottle she had picked up. "Does Sam know?" She asks as y/n takes a sip, instantly choking on the water in shock.

"Holy shit." y/n gasps out, swallowing her mouthful of water. "Know what?" y/n asks as Emma sends her a dry look.

"That there is something clearly going on between you and Lauren." Emma says and y/n sighs.

"Is it that obvious?" y/n asks.

"I'll take that as a no." Emma sighs. "But it isn't obvious, I just know you both too well." Emma explains and y/n sighs.

"I swear boss, I'll tell her, it won't be a big deal." y/n promises Emma who sighs and runs a hand over her face.

"If that was true, you would have done so already." Emma warns her.

y/n shoulders sink. If she was honest, she had no clue how Sam would react, she could be happy, she could be mad, she could be shocked, hurt the list was endless.

"Why haven't you told anyone?" Emma can't help but ask and y/n sighs, knowing full well someone did know.

"Technically, Lucy Bronze knows." y/n says and Emma hums, knowing y/n and Lucy were close as y/n had played at Lyon for a season and a half before making her jump to Chelsea last year.

y/n had stayed with Lucy during that time, having been taken under the defender's wing who really helped her in the time away from her older sister.

"World cup?" Emma guesses and y/n nods.

"We had kind of began just before and continued during the world cup. Lucy walked into Lauren's room one night when we actually near the same place." y/n explains.

"And the reason?" She asks.

"I see how the media just tears everyone apart. Relationships, confidence, I mean I missed that shot a few weeks back and I just got annihilated for it." y/n continues.

"But you cannot let that get to you." Emma tries and y/n sighs.

"I know, but it does Emma." y/n says angrily. "And I just know, the second anything comes out about Lauren and I..." y/n sighs trailing off.

"You have to tell the team." Emma states and y/n throws her arms up in annoyance.

"Why?" She asks.

"Because I will not risk the chemistry I have created. You can't do it, I'll bench you." Emma warns.

"Emma!" y/n calls but the woman folds her arms. "I'm scared." y/n then sighs, folding her head in your hands.

"The girl who played for Australia at 16, scored the winning goal for the champions league at 17, is scared?" Emma asks and y/n nods.

"Terrified. All the time." y/n sighs and Emma's face drops her cold mask.

"Oh kid." Emma sighs and y/n looks up at her, heart in her throat. "Do you need to talk to someone?" She asks and y/n sighs.

"I don't know." y/n admits and Emma then sighs again.

"You've got until Friday to talk to Sam. We'll forget about the rest for now, eh?" She asks y/n who nods, trying to swallow the butterflies climbing her throat.

"Okay." y/n nods. Emma claps her on the shoulder and nods to the door and y/n nods. "Cheers boss." y/n says, and they both know it was meant deeper than just one way.

"Go get some lunch." Emma orders and y/n nods, walking into the lunch room where Sam already had a plate for her, just deepening the bite of guilt.

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y/n sat with Lauren, the two comfortably pressed together on y/n's sofa as they watched Match of the Day, both fed and showered after their day of training before the Brighton game tomorrow.

y/n had been quiet, Lauren had noticed it, her eyes were glazed over, as if she wasn't really in the moment and so Lauren pressed a kiss to her head.

"What's wrong?" Lauren asked softly.

"Emma knows." y/n says simply, her voice void of emotion as she expected Lauren to yell, to freak out.

"Okay." Lauren says calmly and y/n pauses, her stomach knotting in shock.

"What?" She asks.

"Okay." Lauren repeats calmly. "What do you want to do?" She then asks.

"We need to tell Sam." y/n says, again expecting Lauren to end it, but her grip just tightens.

"It is probably about time." Lauren agrees calmly and y/n sits up and turns to look at her.

"You're not mad? You're not going to yell? Leave?" y/n asks, her voice quiet and shocked. Lauren smiles softly, pecking y/n's nose as she sits up also, bringing the girl onto her lap.

"No baby. I'm not going to leave." Lauren promises and y/n moves her legs so she was straddling Lauren's lap.

"Why?" She asks softly and Lauren sighs.

"We've been together since May in my brain, and even if not, we made it official in September. It's now January, I think that's enough time." Lauren states and y/n smiles softly.

"Okay." y/n says with a breath of happiness.

Lauren chuckles and her hands cup y/n's jaw, bringing her in for a deep kiss which makes y/n's head spin as their lips collide, tongues infecting each other's mouths.

"I think you should speak to someone." Lauren says as they pull away. "About your anxiety, your overthinking." Lauren continues and y/n sighs.

"I know." She says softly and Lauren nods before diving back in for another kiss, ever since their first one she had found the little Australian completely addictive.

Lauren's hands chased y/n's body, running down her back, up her thighs, squeezing her waist before eventually stopping at her arse, squeezing at the skin and pushing her closer.

y/n gasped as Lauren's lips traced a pattern down her neck, the woman quickly throwing y/n's top over her heard and somewhere onto the sofa.

Lauren took y/n's nipple into her mouth, sucking harshly as y/n's back arched and Lauren's name fell from her lips in a breathy plead to continue the pleasure.

Lauren continued her actions, switching to the other breast, leaving the first nipple, red hard and painfully sucked as y/n slowly started to grind against Lauren.

The woman moved y/n to straddle her thigh so the pressure was more pleasing for the Australian and bit at y/n's nipple when she moaned at the move.

"Turn around and take these off." Lauren ordered quickly, snapping the waistband of y/n's joggers.

The woman nodded and jumped up, stripping quickly, leaving her underwear on as she lowers back onto Lauren's thigh backwards.

Lauren's hands landed on her hips, pushing y/n into a grind, at the feel y/n moaned and fell forward, hands landing on Lauren's knee to stabilise herself and she continued to ride Lauren's thigh.

Lauren stretched back, hands coming to rest behind her head as she stared at y/n's ass, thong pulling over her thigh as the wetness of y/n's arousal spilled through it.

"That's it, chase it baby." Lauren ordered lowly, hand coming to squeeze at y/n's cheek as her moans became breathier, desperately trying to push herself over that edge.

"Lauren, please." y/n begged, her whine making Lauren chuckle.

The woman pulled y/n back to her chest, one hand coming to squeeze her throat and keep her against her chest as the other held her waist stopping her grinding.

"Can't even cum without me anymore, huh?" Lauren asks, y/n whining in response. "What do you want baby? Huh?" Lauren asks.

y/n can't answer, too wound up and Lauren's hand slides from her waist and dips underneath the band of her underwear, fingers sliding through her slick folds.

"Need me here?" Lauren asks smugly when y/n jolts.

Suddenly Lauren's fingers rub at y/n's clit quickly, pushing the woman over an unexpected orgasm which Lauren continues rubbing her through it.

Only when y/n is writhing in her hold, begging for a moment does Lauren give y/n a break, her fingers sliding up her toned stomach and pushing her slick past her lips and into y/n's mouth.

Lauren abruptly stands up, y/n letting out a shocked shout as Lauren carried her to the bedroom and throws her against the bed, the girl bouncing.

"Weeee." y/n says and Lauren chuckles as she strips and slides the strap on, making sure it was harnessed properly before kneeling on the bed.

y/n leans up, pressing a kiss to Lauren's cheek before she spins them, pushing Lauren to sit against the headboard.

"Wanna ride you." y/n mutters, Lauren nodding her head dumbly as she watched y/n slowly lower herself onto the cock.

Lauren groaned out in relief, y/n's hands resting against the harness to make the pull on Lauren's clit feel better as she slowly pushed herself up and back down.

Lauren hands grabbed at her waist, pulling her closer and connected their mouths in a heated and deep kiss, moans tangling as y/n continued to push herself up and down on the cock.

As the knot built in y/n's stomach once more, she rocked while feeling full of Lauren's cock, the rocking pushing Lauren to the edge and her hand came to slap at y/n's ass.

The two gasped, cumming together as their mouths continued blending their noises together while they slowly came down, eventually parting as the room filled with slow pants and deep breaths.

y/n slowly sat off the cock, gasping slightly at the feel of her walls clenching around nothing as she laid back next to Lauren who un-clipped the harness from herself.

y/n couldn't help but smile into Lauren's bare shoulder as the two stayed tangled together in a mess of sweaty sheets. Lauren's lips were against her forehead as they caught their breath.

"I think I'm in love with you." y/n says softly and Lauren chuckles.

"I think I'm in love with you too." Lauren promises her and y/n hums.

"Oh." She says, not really expecting to hear it back. "That's good." y/n says softly. "That is really good." y/n repeats and Lauren chuckles.

"Yeah baby. It is." Lauren promises and they both smile into each other's skin.

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END of part one

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[riceybaby]

secret little rendezvous 🤍 - mason mount (smut)

synopsis: a midnight walk between you and mason on holiday gets heated

warnings: skinny dipping, fingering, oral (m+f), mutual masturbation, unprotected sex, public sex, exhibitionism, cum play, choking, praise kink, daddy kink

“Just the bill, that would be great thanks”

You heard Mason talking to the waiter, but were too busy engrossed in a babbling conversation with his niece to look at him. For the past week the two of you had been living it up on holiday with his family, and you couldn’t have been having a better time, but tonight was your last night on the island. And as much as you love spending time with them, the closeness of your rooms and the thinness of the walls had meant you and your boyfriend hadn’t done more than make out and grind against each other the whole trip.

He was making it more than difficult tonight, and he knew it. His shirt meant that you could see through it and have a view of the tattoo on the side of his ribs, the one he loved to tease you with because he knows how much it drives you crazy. Not only that, but the more needy he gets, the more touchy he gets, whether he was trying or not. One hand was wrapped around your shoulders, aimlessly tracing shapes and patterns down the side of your arm, while his other was rested on your thigh, slowly moving up and down it all night. Whilst these touches may have seemed innocent to his family, just typical Mason unable to keep his hands off you, you knew that he was doing it so he didn’t stop himself from ripping your clothes off before he could. The dress you were wearing was making his head spin, him spitting out his water back into his glass in the villa when you came out the bedroom wearing it. It wasn’t anything special, but every move and every curve made him forget how to breathe, and how to keep his composure.

“So, when’s the wedding?” His brother asked, noticing how clingy and loved up the pair of you were acting tonight. His sister sent you a smirk, the two of you having talked about getting married just the night before, with you telling her you were practically counting down the days until Mason got down on one knee.

“To her? Can’t really stand her to be honest” he joked back, using the excuse to turn and look at you, taking everything in.

“No me neither, I refuse to marry a man who thinks it’s ok to cancel a date because a last minute sunbed appointment became available”

“Mason!” his mum reprimanded, rolling her eyes.

“Hey it was one time!” A slight tinged appearance became visible on his cheeks. “I learnt my lesson” he mumbled, burying his head into your neck and placing light kisses in the spot that usually would produce his favourite sound. But when he lingered in on the final one, letting his breath fan against your neck and his tongue touch you the slightest amount, you knew that was his way of letting you know you were in for it later.

You each made your way back to your villa, giving everyone hugs goodnight and sorting out the plans for the morning, and you would have been listening had mason not been stood behind you, toying with your hand. He was simply moving around the rings, opening and closing your fingers, and rubbing circles on the back of your palm, but it was just another sign of how desperate he was for you. When he cut off his mum, telling her the plans sounded great and you would see them tomorrow, you laughed and let yourself be dragged away by his arm.

“You just couldn’t help yourself could you” you giggled, putting the key into the door to your room and turning it whilst his hands roamed all over you and his lips found your neck.

Before you could enter the room, he grabbed your hips and pressed you back against him, able to feel his bulge poking against your bum. “You have no idea how fucking hard I am for you right now” he whispered into your ear, leaving a little bite there. You turned to face him, his brown eyes sparkling in the light and lust, his tattoos on show as well as that cheeky grin you loved so much, and it took everything you had to deny him.

“I’m not fucking you in there”

“What? Why?”

“Mason you can hear every word that is said in the next room. I’m not entirely sure I want your family to hear me begging you to go deeper. Or if you want them all to know about your favourite nickname?” He snickered at this, knowing that as much as it killed him, you were right.

“And I can’t be in that room with you and not fuck you”

You weighed up your options for a minute. You guessed you could both just masturbate next to each other, but then again neither of you, especially him, kept your voices down when that happens. “I’ve been wanting to go on a walk at midnight along the beach all week, why don’t we go do that and by the time we get back we’ll both have forgotten all about it”

He sarcastically sulked at this, pretending to be annoyed that he wouldn’t get to shag you with an ocean view, but he would take up any opportunity to spend time with you so he agreed, and let himself be pulled away by you towards the sand.

His fingers intertwined with yours, shoulders brushing as you walked far out to the shore, kicking sand over each other’s feet. The noise of the sea waves crashing completely relaxed the two of you, loving nothing more than the man stood beside you and the moment you were in.

“So when would you want the wedding to be?” he shyly asked, completing catching you off guard. Of course you had talked about getting married a million times, but it had always been something you talked about as happening way into the future, you didn’t know if he wanted it right now the way you did.

“Hmm?”

“Let’s say I was to propose tomorrow, I’m not, but let’s say I was. Is that too soon to get a yes?”

You stayed silent for a minute, pretending to think about it. “Do I get a big ring?”

“The biggest” he grinned looking down at you.

“Then I suppose I’d say yes.” You brought your lips together, messily as your teeth clashed from both of you smiling like idiots, moaning slightly at the taste of him and wine. He whispered an ‘i love you’ against your lips, one you returned before he sat down and pulled you down too, so he was sat with his knees up and your back pressed flat against his chest, him rocking you both side to side gently. If you could take a picture of this moment and store it in a locket you would.

You stayed like that for a while, in comfortable silence and sweet touches until he said something that shifted the atmosphere to what it was before. “Have you ever gone skinny dipping?”

“No, no I haven’t”

“Bet you’d look sexy doing it.”

You turned to face him, slowly sitting on top of him so you were straddling him, able to feel him hard beneath you for the second time that evening. “Mr Mount is this you trying to have your way with me?”

“Maybe” he replied, his bottom lip inbetween his teeth, hands moving to cup your boobs.

“Well I guess there’s a first time for everything.” He watched with intent eyes as you lifted up the hem off your dress, taking it all the way up at a painfully slow speed and groaning as you sat on top of him in just your underwear. Your fingers moved to unclasp your bra, taking it off one strap at a time until your top half was bare in front of him. His tongue reached out and licked a strip up your nipple, but you grabbed his chin and shook your head. “You said skinny dipping, not sex on the beach.”

He took off his clothes the quickest you’d ever seen him do it, him desperate to get you in that water. Once he’d took off his boxers, you both were entirely naked apart from the fact you still had his favourite pair of panties on. He leant down, placing the lace in between his teeth, and dragged them down, his lips grazing you as he did. He moved at an even more torturous pace than you did, taking his time until he had finally pulled them off. All he wanted to do in that moment was bury his head into you, and lick up the juices that he could already see, but instead he took you by the hand and led you into the water.

You walked until it was too deep for you, your feet unable to touch the seabed floor when he told you to jump so your legs were wrapped around him. Mason wasted no time in kissing you, his lips telling you every desire he had in that moment, his tongue finding yours and sucking on it, wanting to feel as close as he physically could. You move to his collarbone, licking a stripe up it and feel his grip on you arse tighten as he tries to control himself. The colour of his neck goes purple as you suck on it, humming sweetly against it to show him how much you love trying to make him feel good. A soft bite gets pressed there, you devouring every little gasp you pull from his mouth. Just as he goes to return the favour, you stop him, and swim so your at arms length away from him. He looks confused, but has little time to ask what’s going on as you scoop all the water you can under your arms and splash him in the face.

“You little shit Y/N” he laughed, getting even harder at the sound of you squealing as he chased you in the sea. A tsunami of water came your way as he splashed you back, him using it to lock you in from behind so your bodies were flush against each other. Neither of you say a word, the sexual tension deafening.

“Mase, have you ever had sex on the beach?”

And with that he threw you over his shoulder, storming out of the water until you were both back on the shore. He dropped down onto the sand, placing sloppy kisses on every bit of wet skin he could find, ravishing you like an animal. Each hand grabs one of your legs, spreading them apart so he is directly in front of your pussy.

“You’re fucking dripping baby.” He groaned, taking a finger and collecting all the wetness running out of you, and placing it in your mouth. You swirled your tongue around him, moaning at the taste. “I taste good.”

“So fucking sweet.” He replied, taking his tongue and placing delicate licks over your slit. He could’ve swore he nearly came just from watching you get off on your own taste. He lapped up at you, fucking you with his tongue before moving on to your clit. His movements started slow, moving it around in light circles, enjoying the way it made you moan short and shallow breaths. But it had been so long since he heard you screaming for him that it didn’t take him long to suck on you, his lips acting like magic and making pleasure shoot through every vein you have. His fingers ran up and down your slit, getting them wet before he pushed them into you. Your pussy was throbbing for him and he could feel it, the grip and the noises only making him fuck you harder.

“Feel good darling?”

You couldn’t even reply, just nodded your head and pushed his further into you so you were grinding against his tongue and fingers. He curled his fingers inside you, aching to find the spot that makes you explode, and when you let out a pathetic wail of his name he knows he’s found it. The hand he’s got free reaches out to find yours, letting you squeeze it as hard as you can to avoid having the whole island know that your boyfriend is making you cum on the beach.

“That’s it, let it out for me”

As his words leave his lips you do as he says, toes curling, back arching and eyes screwed shut. He moved his fingers exactly as you like, pressing down on that spot and making your juices squirt all over his chest. His tongue rode out your high, stopping once your moans had turned into soft pants. He lifted up his head and stared at you for a moment, through the darkness he could still make out the flush of your cheeks and the rise and fall of your chest. You grab his face and bring him in for a kiss to say thank you, before moving your hand down to where he needs you the most. You knew how hard he had been all night, but you had never felt him like this. The tip was bright red, begging you to lick it, suck it, rub it, do anything to it.

He pulled you up so he was sat on his knees, with you on all fours underneath him. Your lipstick left marks down his abs, trailing all the way to his pubic bone whilst your fingers teased his inner thighs. The hiss that he let out when you grazed your finger over his slit made your wetter than you already were, feeling it sticking your thighs together, which got you even more excited at the prospect of Mason finding it. He had been sweet and giving to you all night, but you knew that right now was when that version of him was going to disappear. Your hands played with his balls, rubbing them whilst your mouth licked up and down his dick, tracing the vein. You took him in, bobbing up and down slowly a few times before coming off of him with a pop. His hands were cupping your face, lifting it up to look at him when you didn’t do anything more.

“Fuck my face Masey”

He lost his head at this innocent facade you were putting on, saying ‘Masey’ with the sweetest tone whilst asking him to do the dirtiest things to you. His hand found his base, and he rubbed his tip against your lips a couple times, watching the spit leak from your mouth to his shaft.

“Tell me if this gets too much.” He ploughed himself into your throat, the feeling of your mouth and tongue working around him getting him closer than he should be. Your hands moved to cup his arse, giving him full control to do whatever he wanted. His hips thrusted into you hard, making you sputter around him.

“Y/N. Fuck.”

He continued his movements, shoving himself all the way in, groaning loudly when you hollowed your cheeks around him. When his thrusts started faltering, you knew he was getting close. “Cum for me mase, please” you begged, knowing how much that turned him on. It only took a couple more thrusts, before he buried your head against his skin, and let go. His groans turned into whimpers as he shot his load into your mouth, biting his lip and staring at the stars above him. You swallowed every bit he gave you, wiping up the bits that ran out onto your chin.

“Wasn’t too rough was I?” he asked, bringing you up to face him so he could look at your eyes.

“No not at all, think you should fuck me even harder.”

He promised you that he would, but he just needed a minute to calm down from that orgasm. You laid down in front of him, still so turned on that you couldn’t help it when your hands started to cup your breasts. As took one hand and circled your clit with it, you let out soft moans of Mason’s name.

“Is this how you get yourself off when I’m away?” You rolled your eyes but nodded, knowing he became insatiable at the thought of you pleasuring yourself. “Show me how you do it”

Your eyes never left his, spreading your legs out again so he could see everything you were doing. One hand rubbed circles around your clit, while you put the other into Mason’s mouth, making him get your fingers wet for you. You sat up and sunk down on them, watching the way his mouth hung open at the sight of you riding your fingers. You found the rhythm you liked, fucking and rubbing yourself at the same speed. Mason delicately palmed himself, feeling himself start to get hard again.

“You look so fucking pretty Y/N, so fucking pretty” His hands ran up and down his own cock, tugging himself at the sight of you making yourself cum. He leant forward and pressed butterfly kisses against you, increasing the speed of his movements with every moan you let out.

“Mase I’m gonna cum”

“Good girl, cum for me then”

You exploded for the second time that night, your fingers completely coated in how wet you were. “Fuck Mason, shit. Oh shit” you whined, unable to keep the noises in. Your high was even better than your first, seeing him get off to you spurring you along. You were desperate to finally have him inside you, and with the way he was looking at you, you knew he was too.

You got up and straddled him again, taking him into your hands and running him through your folds. “Don’t tease” he sighed, bucking his hips up into you. Slowly you pushed him inside you, you sinking down on him until you had taken as much of him as you could manage from that angle. His hands were rested on your hips, and when you started bouncing on top of him, he guided your movements. At first you moved slowly, getting adjusted to the stretch of him inside you, but you were quickly taking all of him. Mason’s eyes were fixed on your pussy, watching the way his dick would disappear inside of you. The sounds were lewd; along with the sea, the slapping of skin, the wetness of your pussy and both your moans were the only sounds filling the air. Until they weren’t.

“Mason, Mason stop.” You said, pressing down on his chest until you were sat still on top of him. You both could hear the voices coming from the other side of the beach, knowing that you were no longer alone. “There’s people over there, just wait for them to leave.”

“It’s fine, they’re all the way over there, they’re not gonna see.”

“Could be a pap”

“Well then I hope we make front page news. Besides it’s just two people walking their dog”

You couldn’t deny that the thought of being caught or watched was turning you on, and Mason knew it too. He saw the way you bit your lip and rubbed your legs together as you looked back at the people, and knew that he was going to end up fucking you either way.

“Get on all fours baby”

You did as he said, turning around so you were in front of him, your arse and pussy in the air just for him. He came up behind you, and gave you no warning, immediately starting to thrust into you harshly. One hand came round to rub your clit, the other around your throat and you swear you couldn’t feel your legs. The way he was fucking you was so good, you could feel every movement inside your guts overwhelmingly. You tried to find something to hold onto, but the sand was just slipping through your grasp and so the only thing you could do was scream.

“Good girl baby, let them know how well you’re being fucked right now”

“Mason, please don’t stop. Please don’t stop daddy.”

Hearing that name sent him to overdrive. With every thrust he spanked you, fucking into you harder than he even knew he could. His dick felt so, so good inside you and his groans became louder than your screams. He felt you begin to throb around him, knowing you were going to orgasm and it was going to be a big one. You tried to cover your mouth with your hand, but he simply held it in place behind your back.

“No no baby, I want you to let those people over there know how it feels. How does it feel princess?”

“So good, so good” you said, your voice struggling to come out.

“And who’s making you feel this good?”

“You daddy”

You couldn’t hold it back any longer. With the loudest moan you’d ever let out you felt yourself let go, squirting all over yourself, Mason’s cock and the sand. Your vision went blank and you couldn’t hear a thing, only being able to focus on the way he was still ploughing into you. The feeling of you convulsing around him took him over the edge, and he pulled out of you, turned you around, and came all over your face and tits. “Y/N fuck fuck fuck.” He groaned, letting every last drop fall onto you. When he had finished, he licked a line round your boobs, gathering as much of himself onto his tongue as he could before spitting it into your mouth. He laid down next to you, completely out of breath and just watching the sea crash against the sand.

“Well thats two things ticked off the bucket list”

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[eatsleepbreathefutbol]

don’t know if you write for him but if you do can i request a fluffy late night walk with kai havertz ❤️

I in fact do write for him :)

You couldn't sleep at all because for some reason you anxiety was getting the best of you! You kept tossing and turning, you gave up trying to sleep so you got up and went to the kitchen to get some water for yourself.

Kai realized you got out of bed so he came downstairs to try and find you. "Babe are you ok? I felt you tossing and turning so I came down to check up on you" you were in awe with your boyfriend, "I guess it's just my anxiety isn't letting me sleep again". Kai looked at you with love then wrapped his arms around you and was trying to comfort you.

The dogs were asleep in their beds, "Well babe lets go for a late walk just me and you, lets leave the dogs here so you can clear your mind" You never get tired of Kai always being there for you when you need him to. You nod your head at him, "Let me just go change really quick, cause Im not walking in my pjs" Kai chuckled at your comment, knowing well you'd change into a pair of leggings and one of his hoodies because they fit oversize on you.

Sure enough you walk down wearing you favorite hoodies of his with a pair of leggings. Kai was waiting at the foot of the stairs waiting for you. When you get to the bottom of the stairs you grab his hand, "Shall we go my love?" Kai nodded at you.

You guys walked for two miles then came back home because it started getting chilly outside. When you came back home you got into bed, put your head on Kai's chest with his hand around you then both of you guys fell asleep.

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[pers1st]

JUST A SPARK... PROLOGUE - leah williamson

it's never quite as it seems

warnings: death, grief, this is pretty angst tbh

master list / next chapter

It rained again. Ever since you had moved to England, the weather seemed to taunt you for leaving the country you actually considered to be your home. Your nonna, your mamma, and even your Dad stayed behind in Italy, and just like that, every dream of what England should’ve been was crushed between your tight fists. It rained. Every single day that you had lived in England, it rained. Today was the tiniest bit better than what yesterday’s clouds had provided. Instead of furious down-pouring that almost silenced your every thought and made the pitches impossible to train on, the water was splashing from the sky rhythmically, staining your windows as it peacefully dropped.

You were sitting on your couch, a mug of tea in your hand that you found oddly comically typically English, watching as the weather let you down once again. You missed Italy then, more than you usually did. Dreams of your summers spent in Tuscany, sitting on the terrace with your friends, sipping on a pearly white wine as the birds breezed past you cascaded in your mind as you stared out of the large, rain-stained window of your living room. Reaching for your phone, you huffed, realizing the closest you could come to being back home was a phone call. Although it wouldn’t be enough, it would certainly have to do.

The first sign that something was wrong was the way the ringing of your phone wouldn’t stop for far too long. There was very little time difference from England to Italy, and if it was an hour earlier, you would have believed your parents would’ve laid down for their daily nap, but it was almost six in the evening and there was no way they weren’t awake right now. When the call was finally picked up, the second sign hit you like a truck. Instead of your mamma’s sweet voice, you could hear a total mess unfolding, a sob ringing through the line, a dish being thrown to the floor.

“Mamma? Mamma, cosa non va?” (What’s wrong?), you asked, panic striking your tone as you sat up, gently disposing the mug of tea to the very edge 0f your couch table. 

“Mamma?”, you repeated as any clue of what was going on was still withheld from you.

“Morto. É morto” (Dead. He’s dead), your mother cried, and at once, the oddly comically typically empty English mug fell to the floor, shattering into a thousand pieces.

The flight back to Italy was painfully silent. You didn’t allow yourself to listen to music, too scared to listen to anything just in case you forgot your father’s voice. Your train of thoughts was absolute nonsense, to put it into harsher words, but it didn’t matter to you.

After speaking to both Emma Hayes and other officials of the club, most of whom you had never met, you had voiced the will of your mother to be buried in Italy rather than in London, where he had been born, and had taken the next flight out to your home country, ignoring the protests of men who had never truly known your father, claiming they wanted to come with you. You knew, however, that your father wished for more. The legacy he held at Chelsea wasn’t unknown, but you knew that none of the men in suits had ever mattered to him, and that none of them would have known him truly. It was quite ironic- the fact that you were defaming the very club that had raised not only you but your father as well, and that he had only left behind once you had been old enough to live on your own, and watched as your family moved back into the country you so desperately longed for.

Being back, now, felt like a slap to the face. Your mamma was still inconsolable, although your nonna tried her best to pick the broken pieces from the floor and hold them together just to take another weight off your shoulders. No twenty-three year old should watch as their father was buried, but life was not fair and you had no way to deal with it other than to just deal with it. Silent tears crept down your cheeks as you listened to Father Marcus tell anecdotes of your father’s life, and of his career, and you wondered whether he would’ve liked to be buried nearer to his own home. Italy had always been your mamma’s, but after witnessing the agonizing love between your parents for a time that felt far too short now, you figured that he would want to be wherever she was. The cemetery was only a five-minute walk from your parents’ casa, but it was a three hour flight from your flat. 

Still, the walk felt painfully long as you followed most of your parents’ friends to your childhood home, and rain began to softly splatter from the sky as you trotted among the crowd. For the first time in a long time, you didn’t fight it, rather grateful that anyone was unable to tell whether your cheeks were wet with the rain or stained by your tears. You wondered whether this was your Dad telling you to get your act together. It certainly seemed like something he would do, and the thought put the faintest of smiles on your lips. Afraid to seem like a mad woman to the rest of the grieving crowd, you slipped past Father Marcus, away from the procession, as you fiddled your phone out of the pocket of your coat, watching as rain wet the screen.

Another smile crept up on your face at the multiple messages you had received over just the past few hours you had neglected your phone. 

Most of your Chelsea teammates were sending you their wishes, along with Emma, but what interested you most was a missed call from an unknown number. An unknown English number.

Silently, you glanced towards the front of the procession, seeing they had almost reached their destination as you found your mamma at the very front, weeping in your nonna’s arms. You should be there, right now, with her, but you simply couldn’t. 

Instead, you reached to call the number back. The other line picked up surprisingly fast.

“Hello, Y/N. I was hoping you would call me back. I hope it’s an okay time for you”, a woman on the other line spoke. Furrowing your eyebrows, you nodded, forgetting that whoever it was couldn’t see your movements.

“Oh, sí. Yes, it’s a perfect time, actually?”

“Really? Because I was informed by your club that you were… back in Italy. For…”, the woman trailed away, and you exhaled shakily.

“No, no, it’s okay. I just saw your call, so…”, you tapped your foot against the wet pavement rhythmically, eager to know who you were speaking to.

“Well, it’s Sarina Wiegman here, I’m sorry. I should’ve started with that. Anyways, I was wondering whether you would be interested to join the Lionesses for the Arnold Clark Cup, this year. I know of  your circumstances right now, so I don’t need an answer right away.”

You let out a shaky exhale at her words. You had always thought about playing for England, as you had joined both their youth teams as well as Italy’s, while you had still played in the country. They had offered you a place in their senior team far earlier than England had, and although you couldn’t have been sure whether England would ever offer, you had always held out for something. For what, you didn’t know. Although now, it suddenly seemed to make sense. 

Your father had played for England, had even captained his country for a short while, and although you had always dreamed of playing for Italy when you were younger, infatuated with their men’s team’s success, much to your father’s dismay, you had not agreed yet. The reason only came to you now. And suddenly, it was so painfully clear.

“Yes, yes. I would really like that”, you smiled to yourself, glancing up at the cloudy sky to clear your teary vision. It didn’t help in the slightest.

“Great! The call-up will be published tomorrow, we’ll send you all the details in an email. I look forward to seeing you in camp!”, your manager cheered, and although it tasted bitter-sweetly in your mouth, you voiced your excitement as well before hanging up the call. 

You would play for your father’s country, if all went to plan. You would finally step into his footsteps. You would continue his legacy, whether you really wanted to or not.

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Lemonade (Album Series) - coming soon

Hope you're doing well! This is a little sneak peek to my upcoming Album Series which includes Mason Mount.

In next few weeks, I will be releasing first part of the series which is based on Beyoncé's album "Lemonade".

Lemonade (Album Series) includes 13 parts and storyline will be following the songs on the album. I will release teaser of the next chapter every Monday and the chapter will be released every Wednesday.

This will be story about Mason Mount and his fictional wife, both of them coming close to 30 years in this series. What Y/N thought was well-going marriage turned to be completely opposite. How she handles all the difficulties she has to go through to find herself again after the fall with Mason.

Sneak Peek: "And that's how it started. Mason was out clubbing with his younger team mates, who were ready to pull some beautiful girls in the club. After couple shots and multiple beers, he found himself dancing with some model-looking girl. Dancing like he would dance with you, but you didn't even cross his mind that night. Mason wanted to be free for the one night and his team mates were cheering him to do that, not seeing how wrong he was doing you."

Can't wait, you to be able to read this series! If you want to be in the taglist, please let me know.

Lemonade (Album Series) Masterlist (will be updated soon)

Songs included in the series:

01. Pray You Catch Me

02. Hold Up

03. Don't Hurt Yourself (feat. Jack White)

04. Sorry

05. 6 Inch (feat. The Weeknd)

06. Daddy Lessons

07. Love Drought

08. Sandcastles

09. Forward (feat. James Blake)

10. Freedom (feat. Kendrick Lamar)

11. All Night

12. Formation

13. Sorry - Original Demo

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