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[ladymarycrawley]

Mummy was mine first - Mason Mount

Request: I have a request of a drunk Mason with his newly pregnant girlfriend - him getting all emotional thinking the new baby will take his girl away from him. Stuff like lifting her shirt and talking to his baby saying things like “remember your mummy was mine first 🥺”

Warning: Mason may sound like a prick in this but it was just for the sake of the story 💔

Tag list: @masonxomount @chelsealover @masterclassbaby​

The moment you told Mason you were pregnant with your first child, he swore he couldn’t have been happier. He was literally on cloud nine, eager to live that unique and special experience with you, the love of his life.

As most of the things we have to deal with throughout our lifetime, it wasn’t all fun and games as expected. Actually you had to deal with a lot of changes that would come as the result of your newly found condition: the mood swings, the cravings, all the shopping for the baby, all the readings on how to teach things to your baby, how to grow him up perfectly and, at last but not least, all the potential dangers you had to be careful of.

It was a hell of a ride but it was worth it in the end, or that’s what you hoped at least.

He was absolutely crazy for you and he wanted to remember that image of you forever. Mason grabbed his Polaroid and took the most beautiful pictures of you naked, with your hair dishevelled on the pillow, the white bed sheets covering your lower body as you let your hands caress your baby bump.

In that moment the English footballer swore he never saw a woman as gorgeous as you, he really meant it when he said that the pregnancy made you even more beautiful than you already were. He thought it turned you into a goddess, as he couldn’t care less about the commonly called flaws you always complained about such as your stretch marks, your swollen feet, the extra weight you gained. He took every chance he got to make you feel loved, to give love to every inch of your body.

You sighed and shook your head as you got seated on the bed, looking for your t-shirt.

“Mason, stop it”

“You’re stunning, come on!” He giggled, holding the camera with one hand and lifting your chin up with the other, holding then your face in place to kiss you on the lips.

Mason shot a couple more pictures of you before putting the camera to the side and starting to kiss you passionately.

He was standing before you, balancing himself with his right leg bent over the mattress, at the side of your thigh. 

The ardour that inflamed your kiss was so strong he straddled you, hovering over you, always being careful of your bump.

He gently led you towards the soft surface beneath, so you could be in a more comfortable position while he made you feel his love.

You didn’t have the slightest intention to move, you just wanted to stay there basking in the relaxing yet exciting feelings only he could give you. Your legs were loosely wrapped around his middle as his right hand was delicately keeping your thigh up while the left one was holding your arms back on the blanket, above your head.

A moan escaped your lips as you felt his fingers fiddling with your knickers.

During the pregnancy, even if it was something common for most women, you started developing a sense of discomfort towards your body: it was inevitably changing but, since you've never been that self confident, those major changes were only increasing the doubts about the beauty or the attractiveness of your curves.

Mason was willing to do everything that was in his power to make you enjoy sex without making you feel guilty, embarrassed or in pain. That's why you spent a whole afternoon on a website the ob gyn suggested you to have pregnant sex safely, to learn all the pros and cons of such a pleasurable activity during a time where things might have gotten a little more difficult.

Whenever your mind took you back to that afternoon you couldn't help but smile, both because it was a funny memory and because seeing Mason so careful and attentive towards you to make you feel better, filled your heart with more love. But reading advice and theories was a thing, putting them into practice was another, even more so since your belly was getting bigger, leading you through the third trimester.

“Mase, the -”

“Yep, the belly is in the way, I know” You both giggled, Mason was really caught up in the moment he didn’t think about the six (nearly seven) months belly you had to deal with.

He sighed, sitting on the bed again.

"It's not just that, my back hurts a little more today"

Mason helped you up, careful not to hurt you, massaging your aching muscles. 

"I just ruined your sex drive" You let out in a low voice, feeling kind of bad.

"Hey hey, you didn't ruin anything, that's okay" He kissed your temple in the sweetest way. "Here, let's see if this one is more comfortable" Mason gestured for you to lay back on the pillows he put there to ease your back pain so your body was resting on the edge of the bed while his body was standing before yours, a little bent over.

You smiled at each other until your boyfriend's lips moved upwards to kiss your forehead, tracing your jaw next and ending on your neck.

In order not to weigh on your stomach, Mason kneeled down on your bedroom floor as his hands were on your hips and his mouth was leaving little hot kisses and bites against the soft skin of your thighs.

You would have liked to have sex with your boyfriend so bad but apparently your body didn't have the same intention: apart from the back pain, there were also those hateful little voices in your head the kept on saying you were embarrassing, that you didn't deserve the hot man which was your boyfriend to to make love to you because you were obscene, which wasn't the truth of course.

"I - I can't do it" You placed your hands on Mason's shoulders to make him stop.

He raised his head, frowning at your sudden halt.

"Sorry babe, I can't do this" You sniffled in the attempt not to burst out crying.

"That's okay" Mason said in a low voice, getting back on his feet and helping you up.

Various thoughts were beginning to crowd Mason's head too: he started asking himself what could have possibly gone wrong, weren't you really okay or was he just underestimating some signals he should have been careful of? You weren't attracted to him anymore??

He tried to fight all that brainwork while helping you get your clothes back on, doing the same with himself some minutes later.

"I'm sorry Mase, I really wanted to do that but -"

"I know, I know. Don't worry, it's fine" He faked a smile and left a gentle peck over your lips before leaving your bedroom and going to his game room. He needed to distract his mind a bit and maybe you needed some time alone too.

You huffed and went to the bathroom to fill the bath tub with some hot water and a rose scented water bomb to relax your sore body and your tired mind all the same. Warm water would also reduce some of the weight your spine had to sustain whic was a huge relief, making bath time something you had been really looking forward to at least once a day.

The last thing on your mind was upsetting Mason but you were sure he would have understood how you were feeling during that delicate moment. 

In the other room, Mason’s attempt not to dwell on what happened an hour ago didn’t work as he was there, with his headphones on, his fingers shifting over the controller, his stare fixed on the screen before him but his mind was still on you. He knew a thing as big as the arrival of a baby would have changed your priorities but it didn’t want you to change the way you looked at him: he still wanted to be your hero, your everything, he was afraid he wasn’t ready to leave hthe place in your heart for the baby girl who would have been there in a couple of months.

Maybe he was just a bit moody, maybe he was being childish but that concern was something that had been keeping him awake for a whole week now.

Mason turned off the console, putting away all the other devices he used during game time and started wandering around the house looking for you as he came to the conclusion that the best and wisest thing he could do was sharing what his real thoughts were with you, the love of his life and the mum of his daughter.

“Y/N?”

The first room he checked in was the right one as he pushed the bathroom’s door ajar open and the image of you, standing applying some moisturising over your legs, welcomed him. 

A small smile appeared on his lips as he entered the room wrapped in a cloud of heat reminding him you liked to take your shower and bath in hot, very hot water.

“Why didn’t you call me to help you get out of the tub?”

“Didn’t want to disturb you plus I’ve managed to do it myself” You say, a small note of pride in your voice.

Mason’s eyes roamed over your body, taking in your every movement and passing you the clean underwear and pajamas (that is to say a pair of joggers and one of his t-shirts) for the night.

"This may sound weird but... I don't like thieves"

"What?" You stopped massaging your face with the night lotion in order to understand what Mason was meaning with that apparent nonsense sentence he just spoke.

"Yeah I don't like people that steal things from me"

"Mason, are you okay? Who stole you what?"

He scoffed, somehow annoyed. He blankly stared down at his feet, as a child would do once getting scolded over something.

"The baby"

"Mase baby, sorry but I'm afraid I don't follow you"

You really were clueless about what he was complaining about, feeling a bit powerless too as you wanted to help him but it seemed kind of hard doing so  with him not being clear about what his problem was. You noticed there was something weird in him that day but didn't understand what.

He huffed, getting closer to your body leaning against the basin, looking in the mirror in front of you reflecting both his pout and your frown.

Mason looked down at your exposed collarbone before moving a strand of hair behind your ear. He then laid his head where his glance was, uttering against your skin. "I don't want her to take you away from me"

"Oh Mase" You cooed. He was the cutest human being ever in that moment. He didn't seem like a man who was about to become a dad at all, he felt like a kid who's about to become the older brother and doesn’t want the newcomer to steal his parents' affection. 

You started scratching the back of his neck affectionately, placing lingering kisses on the top of his head.

"I can assure you nothing bad will happen. She won't take me away from you, no one will ever. You two will be the most precious humans in my life, I'll love you more than words can express and I'll cherish every moment with the both of you"

Your lips took the place of your fingers, leaving kiss after kiss on his nape, where his hair was the shortest.

Mason sighed, a sad but relieved sigh, as if your remarks comforted him but he wasn't sure enough, as if he needed some more encouraging and endearing words from you.

"You know I love you, right?"

"I don't know"

"What does it mean you don't know??" Your tone feigning shock and disbelief.

"I don't know if you'll love her more than me"

"Oh…you're more of a child than the one I'm carrying in my belly, I swear" 

He rolled his eyes at the sarcasm you were using to answer his apparently silly worry. Your reaction made him feel unappreciated, as you didn’t care enough about what caused him that sense of uneasiness.

Mason left you there standing in the bathroom as he let his stressed limbs lay on the soft bed in your bedroom.

“Mase? Are you serious?” You followed him in your room.

“Nevermind, don’t fell like talking now” He uttered, his words muffled as he was keeping his face flat against his pillow.

“Oh my goodness” You closed your eyes, stroking the bridge of your nose back and forth with your finger. The way he was acting was becoming rather annoying, to be honest, and you were too tired to fight for a useless cause with a grown man that was just, in your opinion, throwing a tantrum. “Okay. I’ll be on the sofa eating ice-cream and watching Netflix, if you wanna talk you know where to find me”

You left him there and went to take your spot on the grey sofa downstairs, ready to binge watch the latest season of Derry Girls while scoffing down what was left of your beloved brownie and cookie ice-cream that became a must of your pregnancy by now.

If there was something you hated dealing with was discussing with Mason especially now, where the smallest of inconvenience would bring tears to your eyes.

The moment your view was interrupted by the sound of his footsteps approaching, you sighed under your breath, determined to act as if you hadn't heard him. Until when he took a seat beside you and you felt his eyes burning through you.

“Do you want a spoonful?” You asked him to break the ice.

“Nope, I’d never steal my baby mama’s favourite ice-cream”

That line was supposed to bring a smile to your face and it succeeded in doing so.

“Stop talking about stealing”

You averted your sight from the screen only when Mason placed his head on your thighs, making the butterflies in your stomach come alive.

With your one free hand, you started stroking his cheeks, moving them to massage his scalp.

“What’s troubling you, Mase?”

After you heard him emitting a loud sigh you knew the thing was getting serious so you just paused the tv to have your full attention set on him.

“It’s just - I’m afraid the miss here will steal you from me, that you’ll give her all your love and attention and when it comes to me you’ll be too tired to even look at me”

“Mase -”

“I’m so worried about this, Y/N. I know, this may sound as something childish or immature but I don’t want anything to change between us, apart from changing nappies and things like that”

You let out a soft chuckle and shifted in your seat to face him, as he had gotten up from your lap to seat properly.

“Look, I didn't mean to be harsh earlier, I’m sorry, but you hurt me when you said you weren’t sure whether I loved her more than you. I meant it when I said I’ll love you more than words can ever say. The baby will need all our attention and love and maybe yes, it’ll arrive a moment when we’ll be too tired to even kiss each other goodnight but it’s part of the process”

“I know but…I’m sorry, I wasn’t the one talking, it felt as if someone just took over me and spoke words I didn’t mean to say. I know it’s not easy having to deal with that ever growing belly but sometimes I just feel like I’m not doing enough to make you feel good and I hate that. I know she’ll need all our love, I’ve started loving her the moment you told me we would’ve become parents but sorry...I’ve been feeling weird lately” ”

The promise you made yourself not to cry, failed miserably and your orbs started getting watery with tears.

“You have nothing to reproach yourself for, Mason, really. It’s just - oh great, I’m a mess and she started kicking like a fucking footballer”

Mason chuckled and he promptly put his hand over the hump she formed pressing her feet against your belly.

“She learnt from the best” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“The fact is that…I appreciate every little thing you do to make my pregnancy a little more bearable and I’m so grateful for you, every single moment of my life but the truth is I don’t appreciate my changing body as much as you do and I always feel hideous, I’m really embarrassed of myself... the thought you want to make love to me feels absurd to me” You burst out crying and Mason had to hug you tightly to calm you down. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to make all of this about me”

“That’s okay and stop feeling sorry for everything. I love you so fucking much. I’m the one who has to be sorry” He let his lips linger against your forehead, detaching from your body when he felt your baby’s kick against his ribcage which was where your belly was leaning against.

He lowered himself further so his face was now at the same height as your stomach, lifting your t-shirt up so your bump was on full display. The moment Mason’s strokes met your swollen skin, your daughter calmed down a bit, giving you a rest.

“I think she’s a bit angry” You said, adjusting yourself against the armrest of the sofa so you could spread your bent legs more to let Mason make himself comfortable against your own body.

“Oh, daddy made you angry? I’m so sorry, sweetheart. Daddy didn’t mean to make his little princess angry, nor your mummy... it’s just that he loves your mummy so much…remember she was mine first, okay?”

“If I didn’t know you, I’d think you are drunk”

“I’m drunk in love”

“Oh Mase…”

“And now please baby, behave and don’t hurt mama cause she and dada have things to do”

“What kind of things do we have to do?”

“The ones where dada helps mama to love herself more…”

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[kierantierney3]

Mason Mount

Summary: You match with Mason on tinder, thinking it was just a catfish little did you know.

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yourbestfriend THATS MY BEST FRIEND

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Hi

hi?

So i saw your instagram story and twitter

Is this my way of finding out if you are real or not?

I can confirm it’s me, you just never gave me an chance to flatter you on tinder

Maybe you could flatter me over instagram then?

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Dear Y/N would you like to go an a date with me Mason mount? I personally would love too go an a date with you as you look stunning?

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Yes, i’ll see you tomorrow

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[lfc21]

im not very creative but maybe an enemies to lovers fic or friends to lovers?

Nightmare neighbours

Player: Mason Mount

TW: Fluff, swearing, mentions of break up

Authors note: This is my first Mason Mount imagine! Please send feedback 🥰

In a world where you can be anything, why would you be irritating? That was the question in which you had been asking yourself for the past 3 weeks. Living in London was the best decision you had ever made, but that was until your neighbour moved in. Loud music, huge parties, and constant shouting. You lived in fear of bumping into him. He was rude, cocky and thought far too highly of himself. He was everything you wouldn't look for in an acquaintance, let alone a neighbour. The only thing he was good at was taking your parcels.

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"And why do I have this pleasure of seeing you?" He smugly asked with a cock of his head as he looked at you from the door. You stood holding a dull expression and eyes that where burning holes through his skin.

"My parcel is here," you explained with folded arms. "Again," you added with slightly more anger. He smiled to himself as he grabbed the box in which was stood next to his door.

"I kept it at the door," He stated, handing it over to you as his fingers brushed yours. Your cheeks burned up into heat, and the interaction between the man made your heart race and butterflies to come alive in your stomach. "Why did you take so long to pick it up?" He asked with a curious lift of his eyebrow. You snapped from the feeling of ecstasy running through your body. He was so nosy that it made your blood boil.

"I have tried knocking three times already, and every time you have stupidly loud music or a drive full of cars," you said back with even more attitude than before. You got on your heels and started to walk back to your house. You didn't hear the door close. Instead, you heard his irritating laughs bellowing from the frame.

"Moaning isn't going to help you in life!" He shouted back as you reached the end of the drive. You rolled your eyes before seeing an old couple glaring at you and Mason. You scoffed before running from his drive. You heard his front door shut, and you sworn to yourself you would never associate yourself with that man again

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All day, you had wondered when the nightmare neighbour would finally shut up. He had all the Chelsea team shoved in his garden drinking, swearing, and singing through the day. You wouldn't mind this from anyone else, but it was the second time this had happened in a week, and you were trying your hardest to get ready for a date. You stood staring at your closet, wishing and wondering what dress would look best. You heard the roaring of cars from outside, and you knew this was going to be one of those days.

"Oh my god," you mumbled, slamming your closet door shut and throwing yourself onto your bed. You couldn't understand how one person could party all day and start at 11 in the morning.

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You stood at your front door, looking down at your phone.

Sorry love, I can't make it tonight. Another work meeting.

It was the fourth time your boyfriend had cancled on you in the past month. You knew it was over, you wasn't stupid but you had wished you hadn't gone to all this effort - you wore your nice dress, did the most perfect makeup and shaved as if your life depended on it. You let out a loud breath as you sat yourself at the front door. The cold air decorated your body as you tried to understand what had happened to this so-called fairy tail. You shut your eyes as you hear the opening of a door with the booming of music and screaming coming from it.

"You ok?" You heard Mason shout as he gently shut his front door. You looked up at the surprising sound of his tone. You had never heard him sounding so gentle. It was normally so cocky and smug.

"Erm y-yeah," you softly said with a tight lip smile. Your eyes told different. They were red and dull, just like the way you felt.

"You sure?" He asked, not believing your soft words. You went to reply before feeling an overwhelming rush of emotion. You dropped your head into your hands. The sound of your soft sobs fell into Masons' ears. You felt his presence fall next to you and the delicate feeling of his arm wandering across your back. You knew he was drunk, but there was something about his warm and delicate comfort that you wanted more off. "You don't have to lie," He softly explained as he looked down at your small frame. You looked up at him, and his eyes caught yours. You had never noticed, but his features were the most addictive you had ever seen. You offered him a smile before his hands delicately pushed the tears from your face. He was soft, not smug if anything quite the opposite.

"I'm sick of him," you mumbled as your head fell onto the shoulder of his. His scent was inviting and almost comforting as the tears still decorated your face. You weren't mad at him. You were glad of him.

"Who?" He asked with a wonder as he looked down intently at your small body under his touch.

"My boyfriend," you explained. "More like ex-boyfriend now," you corrected yourself with a dry laugh as you looked down at the promise ring he had given you so long ago. Promises were sometimes meant to be broken.

"Oh, that explains the dress," he said with a laugh as he lightly touched the fabric of your dress covering your bare thigh. His fingers accidently dragged across your skin, causing a slight spark to form in your body. You looked up at him with a smile. He was different in this light - he was soft, caring, gentle, and had a lot more time for you than usual. "Sometimes in life, some things are meant to end... but it's only so good things can start, " Mason explained. His eyes were piercing brown as they never broke contact with you. His body was still wrapped in yours, and the one thing breaking you both apart from your feelings was the warm summer breeze dancing across your shoulders. You didn't say anything, words where no longer able to describe the way you felt in that moment. It would have taken a million years to describe the immense and overwhelming feeling you felt. His face started to fall closer to yours, and his large hand found their way to your waist. His dark brown hair was still perfectly styled, and you couldn't help but admire the way it complemented his skin. Before you knew it, his lips came crashing down onto yours. Your hands found their way around the back of his neck, and you had never felt closer to the man in front of you. You felt as though you were swimming in stars, and it was euphoric. Maybe he was a nightmare neighbour, but sometimes nightmares become dreams, and dreams turn into realities.

Hey guys 👋🏻 This is my first Mason Mount imagines, so please excuse if it is bad 🤣 I am starting to expand my imagines into different clubs so be sure to request any players you would like me to write about 😊 Please leave feedback as it is greatly appreciated and really helps me progress further 😀 Thank you all so much for the support ❤️ have an amazing day 🙏 Masterlist 2022 💌 Masterlist 2023 💌

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[osindkvara]

Notice - Mason Mount

summary: sometimes Mason doesn’t notice things that makes you annoyed.

warnings: english is not my first language. jayden. bit angst, fluff. might be a bit shit but i hope you like it!

You and Mason had been together for 6 months now, 6 months of pure happiness and love between the both of you. You really couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend! he really was the love of your life. You two barely argued, maybe over stupid things, but you would make up with a kiss and cuddles.

Having Mason has your boyfriend sometimes was hard, he was a famous footballer and you were just a girl who studied at Uni, but that never bothered him and always made you feel same whenever you would meet fans.  You knew how all the girls wanted him, but you couldn’t blame as he was perfect but yet, that annoyed you because he had a genuine heart, always nice with everyone so he never said no to anybody, even to those women that made you upset. 

You were currently in holidays with him and his friends, in Mykonos, that was another thing that made you really annoyed, you wanted to spend time with your boyfriend, not with his friends, but again he was too nice often. You had to bite your tongue, sit down and give his mates dead stares. 

“They’re doing a party tonight Mason, you have to come with us!” his friend Jayden said, as you all were outside of your villa, and you were cuddling with Mason. 

You let a sigh and glanced up at Mason, who replied. 

You shook your head and sighed “Mase you can go, we have time to stay together..i’m sure you’ll have fun with them” you said and got up from your seat and went inside the villa, you had no right to be upset as you told him he could go, but you knew he would have said yes anyway. 

“Eh Jayden, i guess i’ll stay with Y/n tonight, you guys can go, i’m sure you’ll have fun without me too!” he said with a little laugh as you smiled at him and enjoyed the sun on your skin. “Come on! you’ll have more fun if you come with us!” his friend said. You sat up straight and looked at Mason who seemed unsure of what to do. 

“ Oh right, Y/n you can come too..” Benny said with a fake smile. 

As you showered and got into comfy clothes, Mason walked into your room and gave you a small smile “Love i don’t want you to stay alone here..” he grabbed your hands looking into your eyes, you swore you fell in love more each time you looked at his eyes. “Mason it’s fine” you pulled your hands away as you went to dry your hair “wouldn’t be the first time i stay alone” you mumbled to yourself and glanced back at him, who was still unsure. 

You smiled as he walked into the bedroom and watched him as he decided what to wear "I'm not staying out late okay? Just a few drinks then I'm coming back to you" he said looking at you, who just shrugged and sighed "just think of having fun don’t think of me" you chuckled a little and looked down to search some series.

“You go and have fun, i’ll be here i’ll rewatch some Netflix series” you almost felt guilty but what about it? you had all the right to act like this with him

“Okay” he sighed and went to shower. You shook your head and after you dried your hair, you laid in bed with your laptop as you searched something to watch. You glanced at the bathroom,as you could see your boyfriend getting ready, he was beautiful, you loved him so much, but the things he couldn’t notice made you so annoyed.

In the meantime, Mason got ready, he dressed up in a jeans and white shirt and sat next to you after he was ready

"You look nice" you rubbed his cheek softly "thanks.." he leaned closer and gave you a little kiss on your lips. You smiled like a baby, because after all, he still made you so happy and it was hard for you to be upset at him.

He walked away after saying bye and sharing another few kisses with you, from downstairs you could hear his friends cheering at him and you rolled your eyes at that. You didn't like them at all. You almost thought they were trying to take your boyfriend away from you.

You were bored, alone at the villa seemed fun but it wasn't, you missed Mason and the picture you were finding made you even upset that you didn't go with him. He looked so fine. You stayed up for a little longer as you were looking at your phone, you received a notification from Instagram, it wasn't from Mason.

You frowned and opened the app curious of who it was, it was from a random page on instagram and as you looked it up you saw a picture of your boyfriend with another girl. You really didn't thought much of it, as it could be a fan, but as you scrolled again, you received another notification, this time from Jayden. That was weird, you two didn't even followed each other.

He sent you a picture, which was weird, and as you open it, you swore everything froze around you.

Jayden sent you a picture of Mason and a girl, the same one from the first you saw a few seconds earlier, the girl was sitting next to him with her hand on his thigh and Mason had his arm around her shoulder. You shook your head, as you couldn't even make up words, why would Jayden send you pictures like this? 

That’s why you never liked him, you knew you couldn't trust him.

You scoffed and laid you head on the comfy pillow as a few tears managed to fall down on your cheeks, you weren't mad, just upset. You trusted Mason with all your heart, but whatever that was made you sad. You tried to sleep and forget about everything, but you couldn't, you just waited until he came back. That was one of the many reason you didn’t want him to go without you, you weren’t a jealous girlfriend, you just wished Mason noticed what annoyed you. 

But of course he didn’t.

You managed to fall asleep after a long time. Your boyfriend however, was still out with his friends.  Around 3 in the morning, you heard noises downstairs. Sighing you sat up and waited Mason to come in the bedroom, but that didn’t happen. You were confused at first, scared as you didn’t know who was making the noises, so you got up and went downstair, were you found Mason on the sofa, clearly drunk.

He wrapped his arm around your waist as you closed his eyes for the smell of alcohol he had. You fell asleep into his arms, too tired to complain about the smell. 

“Oh Mason.,” you rolled your eyes and went closer to him, what an idiot you thought. 

“I know i said a few drinks but the boys kept offering me shots” he mumbled as he closed his eyes.  Of course those idiots made him drink. You knew he was too drank to ask him about what happened, so you helped him get in bed and and change his clothes, 

The next morning you woke up earlier than Mason, and went downstairs to make breakfast for the both of you. You were still upset, more for how his friends treated you and how he couldn’t noticed it. You glanced up as you heard someone walk downstairs and smiled slightly as you noticed it was your boyfriend. 

“God my head is pounding” Mason said as he sat down on the chair and kissed your cheek “good morning, sorry for coming late yesterday” he grabbed a cup and poured some coffee.  “It’s fine, i was asleep anyway” you lied and sipped your drink. 

Mason was confused, why were you saying that? He knew you didn’t like his friends but what was going on now? 

He smiled at you and laid his head on your shoulder while grabbing in phone and opening instagram. He tensed a bit as he rewatched he stories his friends posted and cleared his throat, you spoke before he could said something            “You had fun i see” he looked at you confused by the tone of your voice.

“maybe you should control your friends when you go out, they’re kids” you said getting up and placing the cup of coffee in the sink. 

“What are you talking about?” He scoffed looking at you as you were crazy         

"why don’t you see it yourself” you grabbed your phone and almost throw it at him so he could see the picture. 

“i came here to stay with my boyfriend, who promised me a beautiful holiday but where’s that? I know i said you could go that i didn’t mind, but i was hoping you would notice that it bothered me.” you sighed looking at him.

He looked at the pictures Jayden sent you and covered his face with his hands “Y/n, i am sorry i have no idea why he would send you these pictures”

"Well i know why Mason! He doesn’t like me, all of them, they made it clear lots of times, and you don’t even notice it! I don’t care about the picture if a woman was too close to you because i trust you, but you don’t understand my feelings, the way you ignore everything they say about me or how they talk about others women in front of me!” you said as Mason stayed silent the whole time.           

You couldn’t care less about the girls, you knew Mason and you also knew that his friends tried everything to make you jealous. 

“what’s all this shouting?” A voice said, you turned and laughed a bit as you noticed his friends coming down the stairs “i’m gonna be upstairs” you mumbled and walked away as his friends ruined everything once again. Mason didn’t know what to stay, he felt sorry, he never noticed anything. 

“Since I paid to come here you’re going back to London, you all use me just for money and fame don’t you?” He asked, and laughed as they stayed silent    

“Mate whats wrong with you?” Mason said to Jayden, who was grabbing himself a cup of coffee and some of the breakfast you made.                                                                                                                                                                  “What’s wrong with your girlfriend instead? what’s the reason of shouting at this time of the morning?” Jayden asked as he ate. Mason was getting mad now, nothing was wrong with you, he was now understanding the way you felt.     

“you’re an idiot! you are her problem! who do you think you are mate? taking pictures of me and some random girl and sending it to my girlfriend?” He couldn’t believe that his friend would do a thing like that, now he knew why you never liked them, and he felt stupid for all the times you tried to tell him buy he never cared. 

“Bro” he laughed “you need to calm down okay? i was just joking i didn’t thought it was a problem” Jayden shrugged.                                                   

“Are you hearing yourself mate? what kind of person would send pictures like that to someone girlfriend? She warned me about you, i was just too stupid” Mason said.

“like i thought”

After lots of shouting, you heard the door of the bedroom open and you looked up from the book you were reading and saw Mason with a look of sorrow.  You felt sorry for him too, for how his friends treated him. But you didn’t care much. 

He sat down next to you and grabbed the book from your hands before he held your hands “I don’t know what to say..” he looked into your eyes “i feel like an idiot for trusting them and for not noticing how i was treating you, ignoring what they kept doing and saying about you, if you let me i’ll make it up to you” he said, you knew he wasn’t lying but the way he was looking into your eyes, something he barely did. 

Mason leaned in and kissed you softly as his hands stroke your thighs, you pulled away after a while both breathing heavily.

You let out a sigh “Mason i am not mad, just upset. I love you very much, the way you make me feel its incredible but you’re too nice sometimes, you don’t notice lots of things, you say yes to everyone..” you cupped his face with your hand “so many times i had to bite my tongue at what your friends said, i always sat there hoping you would notice how it made me upset, but you never did.” you held his hand

 “i am happy you finally realised how bad they were, you paid for them to come here Mason..” you never said anything about it, but you were thankful he finally noticed. “but after all i love you and i can’t be mad..”

“I sent them home, now we have the villa all for our self” he smirked and you laughed shaking your head “not even think about that! You need to make it up first” you said happily.

After all, you were happy he noticed everything, from now on you could enjoyed your relationship with Mason without doubting anything. 

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[threelionsgirl]

Hey, can you write something about Christian and reader deciding to start trying for a baby because they feel ready for it even though they’re both really young and when they announce they’re expecting they get a lot of hate on social media and decide to tell everyone that the pregnancy was planned, thanks 💙

let's have a baby | christian pulisic

warnings: fluff! but there's a bit of hate on social media, bitter feelings, mentions of sex, nothing explicit

word count: 1923

notes: i finally managed to take some time off to write. college is killing me, but i will write all these imagines i promise xx WAS NOT REVIEWED

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That was one of those mornings you loved the most. It was the morning of the day after the night you and Christian had spent entirely together. It usually happened when he was away for a long time, traveling with Chelsea or the USM NT, he usually came back exhausted, but he always had energy to spend with you.

You would usually stay up all night rolling around on the mattress and killing each other's longing. Mornings were lazy enough to make you miss breakfast time.

You had woken up before Christian, but you didn't wake him up straight away, and you didn't even get out of bed. You were lazy and liked to watch while he slept, his curls messy, his bare chest heaving up and down, you spent some time doing that, not having the courage to wake him up.

You turned the other way and picked up your phone to check your morning notifications. It took a few seconds for you to feel his body behind yours, pinning you to the bed and filling your shoulder with kisses.

"Good morning, Chris!" You smiled against the mattress, and he replied in a lazy voice between kisses.

"Morning." He replied and continued kissing you. You had to give in and dropped your phone on the small table, lying back on the bed and letting Christian get on top of you. His lips deftly tracing a trail of kisses where they passed as his hands massaged the parts of your body he was touching you on. "What were you thinking when you woke up before me today?"

"Hm…" You ran your hand through his hair, tossing it back. "That we have the day to enjoy."

"I realised something." He said, bending down to give you another kiss that almost made you moan.

"What?"

"You don't think this house gets too empty when I'm away?"

You took only a few seconds to think. "Really? I do." The house you bought was big, spacious, comfortable, perfect for hosting family and friends, especially hosting the Pulisic family who came from the USA to visit England, but those gatherings didn't happen often. "Sometimes I think we live in a place that is too big for just the two of us. But is that a problem?"

"Not necessarily a problem, but I thought of solutions: we could move or…" Christian purposely let the sentence die at the end. He had been wanting to have that conversation with you for a while, and that moment seemed perfect.

"Or?" You raised an eyebrow at him, suspicious if he really meant what you were thinking.

"You know…" He chuckled weakly, tucking his head into the curve of your neck.

"Is that what I'm thinking?" You asked discredited.

"Yes."

"Do you really want to have a baby, Christian?" Your nails slid gently down the back of his neck, and Christian lifted his face to look at you. You had touched on the subject of 'babies' before, but it was always something designed for the future, not something you were thinking about doing now.

"Yes, I do." He stared at you with dark brown eyes. "I've been thinking, why not?"

"I could give you a million reasons why not." You let out a chuckle.

"Like what? Are we too young? Are we not married yet? To me, those are all old-fashioned taboos. No one should tell us the right time to do things." His voice was calm and velvety, and he spoke while running the back of his hand over your face. You really wanted to have children with Christian one day, and his arguments at that moment were convincing you more and more that you had no reason to wait. But that still seemed a tiny bit crazy.

"God, what if it doesn't work out, Christian?"

"Why wouldn't it work out?" He left a kiss on her forehead. "We can plan for it. Things usually work out when you plan, right?"

"Right." You agreed, and your lips curved into a mischievous smile. "So, what would really be the first part of the plan?"

He smiled back at you. Christian held the back of your neck before kissing you, your whole body shivered under his and a huge arousal surged inside you.

"That's the fun part." He said, leaving his lips to kiss your neck and moving down to your collarbone. "If we fail at the first part of the plan, we can try again." You sighed, feeling his lips already on your sternum, moving down between the hollow of your breasts. "And again." His mouth was hot on your belly, and the friction of his beard sent vibrations down your lower body. "And again." The more Christian spoke, the more he moved his mouth down her body. "And again…"

When he reached your groin, you could only think that that was perhaps the most genius idea you two had ever had.

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"That's horrible!" You exclaimed, walking across the room from side to side.

"It's not horrible, Y/N." Christian spoke up, he was on the couch, starting to get worried that you would blow a hole in the living room floor from all the walking around.

Time passed, and you were a month pregnant and until that day, only your families and closest friends knew about the baby. You and Christian had finally decided to reveal the news to the world and unfortunately, it was not being very well received by the public on the internet. On both your post and Christian's the comments were the worst, disapproving of the decision you had made.

You sat on the couch next to him, upset. You didn't think you could be so judged for deciding to have a child with the person you loved most in the world. That wasn't fair.

"Yeah, it is, look at that." Christian had already read some of the bad comments on his own profile, but he grabbed your phone, and you hugged your knees, wanting to cry.

user 1: what were they thinking? putting a child into the world is a big responsibility user 2: this is what happens when you don't use a condom user 3: they are too young, they will not be able to look after a child user 4: they are likely to leave the child in the hands of the parents

"Right, it's really awful." He sighed, annoyed. That affected Christian as much as it affected you. All his friends and family took the news well, in fact they loved it and couldn't wait for the baby to be born.

"Who the hell do they think to judge us?" You squirmed. Maybe it was the hormones, but you were angrier than usual. "We have everything under control, don't we?"

"Of course we do." He kissed your temple and slung his arm across your shoulder. You really had planned everything down to the smallest detail right up until the day of the birth. Everything was already scheduled and lined up with Christian's football schedule and your work commitments so that you would have a smooth pregnancy, and he could be there to help you at every possible moment.

Living in that bubble with Christian was wonderful. He treated you like you were made of porcelain, and sometimes you thought he was exaggerating, but it was really cute. As well as the many times he kept stroking your belly or lying on your stomach to try to hear something even though your baby was still the size of a bean. Having to burst that bubble sucked because now you were having to deal with the hate of social media. Would it always be like this now? Would you guys never be able to share anything on your networks again without getting those kinds of comments?

"They don't know shit. These little shits don't know shit!" You cursed angrily, and Christian let out a laugh.

"When did you get so foul-mouthed?" He kissed your cheek, but that didn't soften your expression.

"It's the pregnancy hormones, those comments bring out the worst side of me." Christian hugged you tighter, and it reminded you that he was the one bringing out the best side of you.

"We're going to be great parents, I'm sure of it. These people will swallow those words, you'll see." It was cute the way he tried to calm you down. The anger was always his, he was always calmer, even though he was being affected by the situation as much as you were.

"Why don't we make a statement?" You ask. "I know we don't owe anyone any satisfaction, we're not obliged to do this, but I wanted people to know that we're not irresponsible at all."

"I think that's a good idea, if it's going to make you feel better." He whispered.

"Let's not keep explaining our life all the time to these people, just a reminder that we're not idiots like them, and we use the precious time of our lives looking after them instead of making such nasty comments!" You exclaimed, and Christian can't help but let out a laugh at seeing you so angry and determined.

"Whatever you want to do, I'm with you, baby." Christian intertwined his hand in yours and for the first time since the announcement, you managed to smile.

His idea was for you and him to do a livestream on Instagram, something quick but enlightening. You went into the bedroom to get ready and look a little more presentable, and when Christian opened the live on IG, it took seconds for thousands of people to walk in. You appeared next to Christian as he began to speak. "Hey guys, I'm here with Y/N, say hi baby."

"Hi." You tried to present sympathy and smiled even though you were still shaken, and Christian continued

"I believe you all have seen our latest announcement about our baby." he looked down at your belly and hugged your waist with one of his arms. You were standing while Christian was sitting, and your hands massaged his shoulders. "And we wanted to reassure you by saying that everything is fine."

"We have received several comments, some very concerned, others just interested in making vicious attacks on us. So we have come here to make it clear that Christian and I don't do anything without thinking things through very carefully. Our baby is a completely planned pregnancy and not an accident as most thought, we love each other, we have the support of all our family, and although we are a bit young, we are already conscious adults. We have a large and wonderful support network willing to help us with everything. We had the desire to have a baby, and we achieved it. I guess there is nothing more to say now, just that we are very happy with our decision and that everything has been meticulously calculated. We would be grateful if you could be a little kinder and just celebrate this moment with us."

You felt a relief and huge when you finished speaking and now, yes, it felt like you were going to be able to enjoy the rest of your pregnancy in peace.

"I think my girlfriend has said it all." Christian smiled, and you smiled back at him, completely ignoring the chat comments. Whether they were positive or negative. "That's it, thank you all for your attention."

He switched off his phone and set it aside, pulling you onto his lap. "You feel better, Y/N?"

"You have no idea." You laughed weakly and hugged him by the back of the neck before kissing him.

"When our baby is born, I think I know the next thing we can plan." He said, smoothing your belly, and you looked at him curiously.

"Which one?"

"Our wedding."

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[charlottemount]

POV — Your phone gallery if Mason Mount is your boyfriend

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[laurasstufff1]

The girl with the camera

Credits to @avenirdelight for the gif 🫶🏻

Summary: Mason and YN met in a not so friendly way, but that was just the beginning.

Warnings: cocky Mason.

Word count: 1.2k

Enjoy!! And please let me know if you have any suggestions for the following parts!!! :):)

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There was a park that wasn’t really a park, but people used it as if it was: there were random groups of boys playing football, people riding their bikes or eating a picnic on the floor, which was a dangerous activity considering there were also dogs running around, and we all know dogs love stealing food. 

The environment was one of the highlights of the place, but also the sunsets: pink, red, orange, yellow, you swore you’ve seen all the colors in the sky when that time of the day came. The best views were up the hill, it had always been your favourite spot to capture that colours with your camera.

Today was no exception. There wasn’t much people around, though the sun wasn’t hidden behind the clouds, it was still cold.

Half an hour had passed, the Sun wasn’t setting just yet, but you kept yourself busy with the camera in your hands, an artifact too modern and with too many buttons and settings for your liking, you were still trying to learn how to use in this kind of landscapes, just nature and skies. 

Mason, on the other hand, was spending a rare day with his family. And he was happy until he saw the flash of a camera directing his way, although he rapidly forgot about it. But then he saw you pointing at them with your camera, he double checked again five minutes later, and then after to see you in the same position, and he had enough. 

Going up the not so high green hill, he couldn’t believe your audacity when he was already 50 meters away and you wouldn’t put the camera down. 

“Hey” he said in a rather rude tone while standing right in front, you were still sitting on the grass.

“Hi. Excuse me” you said moving to the left so he wouldn’t block the views. 

“Really??” He crossed his arms in front of him, moving again in front of you to block your camera lens with his body again “Now you guys are interested not only in me but also in my family?” He asked, and only then you realised why he was there. 

“Oh! No, I think you’ve got the wrong id-“

“No, you’ve got the wrong idea!” He fumed, and now you had to get up, although he was still much taller than you “I get that people recognised me and I’m ‘public’” he stopped to make air quotes “but I also have the right to have privacy with my family, don’t you think?” 

“Alright, calm down for a mo-”

“No I won’t! You guys are unbearable, stupidly unbearable!”

“Stop it!!” You were the one shouting now, and he was going to talk again but you were faster “Enough, Mason! I wasn’t taking pictures of you, I’m not a paparazzi” “That’s why you know my name, huh?” He mumbled. 

“The whole country knows you’re name, whether you like it or not!!! Oh my God” you hummed  not believing this was your first encounter with him, or how selfish, cocky and rude he was being.

“Yeah alright” he kept mumbling not having enough.

“You know what? Here” you took the camera off your neck and showed him the digital screen “you can see the pictures I took yourself”

“You don’t need to d-“

“I know I don’t” you cut him off “But I want you to see it, I don’t earn anything by lying” 

And so he stayed there, checking the pictures one by one while you sat on the floor, only know realising the sun was already set and you missed it all thanks to him.

“I’m sorry” he finally talked after going through the pictures a few minutes later. “I thought you were— you know. You were pointing at us with the camera”

“I was pointing at the sky Mason, the sky” you said picking up your bag from the grass and your camera from his hand. “Goodbye”

“I’m sorry again” you heard him say while you walked away. 

And that same night, while you were having dinner, you phone’s screen lighted up showing you the notification you were dying to get, but know you weren’t so sure. Too late to turn it down now. 

*

There wasn't any formal introduction, you just had, apart from your camera, a pass around your neck, with your staff number, your whole name, DNI, EAN code, and QRs. Of course, the ugliest photo of your face couldn’t miss either.

All you did that day was stand by the field, testing different settings, lenses, distances and all that boring stuff, and also talking with some other photographers of the club. 

How cool was your luck, you got the work in Chelsea FC after an ugly encounter with the star player. 

While you did that, Mason stared at you. Your face was familiar to him, and after a few minutes he realised who you were, and without any other reason his cheeks started burning. 

It felt only right to apologise to you once more after the session ended, and that’s what he did when he saw you checking the pictures in the camera the same way he did almost a week ago. 

He didn’t even say ‘hello’, just cleared his throat. It was for you to realise he was there. “I did take pictures of you today” you started saying without a greeting neither “but that’s my job now” you added now showing him the pass around your neck, whee you could clearly read Staff, and under it with smaller letters but as clear as before, Photographer.

“I didn’t know you worked here, never saw you around” he finally talked while stroking the back of his head, feeling clearly uncomfortable.

“I got the email the same night we meet. It was lovely evening, wasn’t it?”

“Look I’m sorry. I’m really ashamed, I shouldn’t assumed that you were taking pictures of me and I should’ve talk to you differently”.

“It’s okay” you simply said, watching as his face light up after you pronounced the words.

“Really?”

“I don’t want things to be awkward now tha-”

“But I’m truly sorry” he talked again and you just nodded, mumbling a soft ‘okay’ “It’s just that I’m like, obsessed. I can’t go out anymore without someone recognizing me, and I love my fans, but sometimes I just want to walk alone, you know? And paparazzis are the same, even worst. Last year I ran into my cousin in a club and a magazine published a picture with my ‘girlfriend’” he made air quotes again, just like the same day you met “even my grandma called me, she thought the rumors were true and she got so worried” he had the intention of continuing talking, but he stopped when he heard your laugh “I’m glad you find it funny, because I didn’t” and that only made you laugh more.

“Sorry” you said drying the tears running down your face from the laughter “I’m sorry for laughing” you repeated “but it’s fine, really, I can understand. Just make sure to be nicer next time, because if I was actually taking pictures of you that day in the park, I wouldn’t have deleted them just to spite you” and now he was the one who chuckled “anyways, I have to leave. Guess I’ll see you around” you were already leaving when he talked again. 

“I never got your name!” He shouted

“YN!”

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[blueathens]

Fine Line

Summary: ‘He didn’t want to understand, because to understand means talking about it, and talking about it will make them realise that it be best if they let one another go as they weren’t right for one another.’

Song: Fine Line by Harry Styles Quote: ‘He was mesmerised by her.’

A/N: Not proof read - this is a very short blub.

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Mason stared at her from where he was sitting on his bed. He was clad in a pair of black boxers, legs spread slightly apart, and hands intertwined together, hanging between his legs as his arms rested on his thighs as he just watched her.

He was mesmerised by her.

She was dancing like the world wasn’t watching in front of him, dressed in only his shirt and one of his white boxers. Her hips were swaying to the slow music that came from the record player next to her and her eyes were closed as she danced around the discarded clothes on the floor surrounding her.

He couldn’t understand, in fact, he didn’t want to understand.

He didn’t want to understand how one moment they could be madly in love, then screaming at each other’s throat, then fucking one another raw and then…and then being like this.

He didn’t want to understand, because to understand means talking about it, and talking about it will make them realise that it be best if they let one another go as they weren’t right for one another.

And Mason didn’t want to let her go, not yet at least.

He be fine with a few more screaming matches that lead to them falling into bed. And he be fine watching her dance in front of him like the world didn’t exist around them.

He be fine, in fact he be alright, with all of that happening for a bit longer if he could just have her all to himself for a few more weeks.

“I can really hate you sometimes,” was one of the things she muttered under her breath when they walked through the front door earlier that day. They just been out for a few drinks with his friends, and he didn’t like the way one of his friends eyed her.

It lead to them him pushing her out of the bar to scream at her from the side of the road, and then she muttered that, and it made Mason’s heart break. But he knew it was trye. The two of them could hate the other one sometimes – and that’s not what love was supposed to be, you weren’t ever supposed to hate the other.

You were meant to love the other, even through all the hard times.

But they didn’t have enough love for each other anymore, and that was something Mason had to expect and be alright with.

He raised from the bed, his muscles flexing as he stretched his arms up to the ceiling to let out a small yawn before he made his way to his girl. He wrapped his arms round her waist, and gently tugged her into his chest.

His lips found it’s place at her neck as they both swayed slowly to the music. S

She hums, eyes remaining closed as she allowed herself just to breath in this moment.

“Why can’t it always be like this,” she whispers, and Mason wished it was. He wished their love was always this gentle, that their love was always this simple. That they could just forever stay swaying to music with one another in their arms and call it love.

He wished it was all that simple.

But it wasn’t, not for them at least.

“Me too, baby, me too,” he whispers make. “You know…you’re like the sun. You’re just always shining.” His lips went up to her ear, allowing her to hear everyone of his whispers very carefully. His eyes quickly flickered over to the bed to think that maybe they should just go there instead.

That he should just lay her down and spread her open so they could forget all their problems again. But this wasn’t healthy. Their relationship wasn’t healthy. They were tearing one another apart and he needed to save them; save her.

So with a shaky breath he tells her, “and I love you very much, but I think it’s time I let you go.”

She spins around in his arm, staring up at him with wide, teary eyes, questioning him if this was what he really wanted. And he wanted nothing more to say he was joking and that they should both go to bed.

But he knew he shouldn’t lay next to her any longer if the two wasn’t happy.

His hands went up to her face, cupping them softly as he gave her a sad smile. “You deserve better than this. I don’t want to break you. But this relationship is hurting you...I-I can see it, and it hurts me to think that I’m the reason for your pain…so I got to let you go, sunshine. I just got to.”

She shakes her head and Mason leans forwards to press his lips to the top of her head, reassuring her it’s okay.

He pulls back, and just stares at her.

He stares into the eyes of the person he once got to call his.

He stares into the eyes of the person he learnt to love.

He stares into the eyes of the person that wasn’t his anymore.

“We’ll be alright,” he utters to her, “we’ll be just alright.”

And despite not wanting to understand…he did for her.

And despite not wanting to let her go, he did…because he loved her.

And they will be alright.

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[yaren23]

Waiting for Chelsea to sign some players...

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[ladymarycrawley]

Welcome to my Mason Mount masterlist! Enjoy it and feel free to leave your feedback 🤍

Forbidden but delightful (fluff)

Wet celebration (smut)

The blondie I'm in love with (fluff)

Love has no boundaries (fluff - angst)

The cure (fluff)

Some alone time for mummy and daddy (fluff - smut)

🎄 My Xmas gift (fluff - angst) 🎄

🎄 You make it feel like Christmas (fluff) 🎄

Beautiful boy (fluff) part 1

Beautiful boy (fluff - angst) part 2

Just give me a break (angst)

Daddy's biggest fans (fluff)

What if I'd ask you out (fluff) part 1

What if I'd ask you out (fluff - smut) part 2

Meant to be (fluff)

Time to leave (fluff)

Beach days and starry nights (fluff)

Got a bed with your name on it (smut)

Daddy's little princess (fluff)

The love you deserve (fluff - angst)

Forehead kisses in Monaco (fluff)   part 1

Forehead kisses in Monaco (fluff)   part 2

I think I wanna marry you (fluff)

Picnic date (fluff)

Good old hair (fluff)

Something worth trying (smut) featuring John Stones

Inopinatum expectes (angst)

I hate you, don't leave me (angst - fluff)

Allergy emergency (fluff) ft. Chelsea boys

Mc Flurry Mount (fluff)

Can I be your boyfriend? (fluff - hint of angst)

Baby daddy (fluff)

We'll be a family (fluff - angst)

More than just friends (smut)

You'll always be my champion (fluff)

I know you too well (fluff)

Three's a crowd (smut) featuring John Stones

Happy Mother’s Day (fluff)

Mrs Mount (fluff)

Angel baby (fluff, hint of angst)

For the first time (smut - fluff)

Perfect to me (angst - fluff)

Two can play that game (fluff)

Say it with a letter (fluff)

Destress (smut - fluff)

🎄 A very kissy Christmas (fluff) 🎄

Insatiable (smut)

You’re my everything (fluff)

Think before you shave  (fluff) part 1

Think before you shave (hint of smut) part 2

Morning together (hint of smut - fluff)

It all started with a charity dinner (smut - fluff)

Lazy Sunday (fluff)

I’ll take care of you (fluff)

Good girl (smut)

Ballon D’Or nominee (fluff)

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★ . . . ❛ ━━ BEN CHILWELL x FEM!READER.

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[kierantierney3]

hi! I love your work can you please do a social media au where Ben Chilwell dates a girl who is an Arsenal women team's player (FC: Leah or whoever you want :) ) and the fans found it weird how they're so supportive of each other despite their club rivals. ilysm, thx ❤️

Hi! Thank you for the request.

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Face claim: Leah Williamson

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[trulyhblue]

Bf Leah being wound up after a bad game and takes control. Smut pls!!!!

BLED BLUE

leah williamson x chelsea! reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, humiliation, dom/sub dynamics, age gap (legal + consensual), hate sex, enemies w/ benefits, rough, coarse language.

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Part of you wondered how long it would take Leah to take you home. There was not an ounce of blue in her body, taken only by the lifelong allegiance to North London, but the thought of you, a blue-born Chelsea girl, taking up the space under her sheets, was addictive.

Chelsea were the better team. Always was, and always will be. The Blues were better at everything. Their players were more advanced, their game plans had been executed to perfection. Arsenal were sloppy, poor, and unjust. It was embarrassing to the point where it stood out as entertaining to you. Seeing the almighty, reigning Arsenal fall on their knees and succumb to the superiority of your team was endearing, and you found yourself searching for the thrill increasingly more as the game progressed.

And the sight of the woman you hated oh so much angered by the defeated notion of the final whistle was your idea of an indescribable victory.

“What a shame, Williamson.” You snagged, clutching the fabric at your hips, looking down at her bent figure. “I thought you’d play well.”

“Ah, it is you.” She replied with just as much spite. “I thought I saw someone falling flat on their face. Makes sense now that I know it was you.”

You smirked, folding your arms over your chest. “Yeah, tried to show my humility… y’know, after scoring two goals tonight I thought it was only necessary.”

Leah scoffed, straightening her posture to display her authoritative height over you. “Both off deflections… sounds brilliant.”

“Player of the match worthy.” You bit back, stepping forward, pressing your chest against hers, suppressing the heat in your face. “Don't worry, I’ll make sure to credit your own goal in the interview.”

“Always have an excuse to talk about me. Can't stop, can you?”

“Is that what you think of me?”

“I don't think of you.” Leah shook her head, grabbing the hem of your shorts and fiddling with them persistently. “But if I did, I’d be sure to let you know.”

“If only I cared enough to hear it.” You tutted, not really caring about the openness of your situation. The stadium was still quite full, with both of your teammates lingering on the field. Fans were banking the barricade, no doubt looking for the two of you.

“I could tell you now if you’d like.”

“Aw, are you thinking of me now, Williamson?”

You felt Leah’s hand move to the inside of your thigh, pressing a tight pinch to gain any type of reaction from you. Biting your lip, you hoped that the post-game redness covered your blush.

“I bet you love the thought of people watching this, don't you?” She asked, glaring at you with such hatred that her words felt bittersweet. “Always so desperate for attention that you’d do it in front of everyone. Fucking needy.”

“You’re the one touching me.” In anger, you snapped. You didn't like the way Leah seemed so confident, so right in what she was saying. You wanted to be right. You were the one who won it for your team. You were better than her. She needed to realise that.

The only separation between the two of you was by your arms crossed over your chest. Leah was drawing furious patterns along your thigh, pressed up against you with her face above you, your height earning her to look down.

“Pull away then.” She uttered, now pulling you into a hug. You knew this would send fans into a spiral. Everybody knew about your rivalry with Leah. It was evident in the tackles, the cards, the teams, the games, the interactions. This was unclaimed territory. You had both teased each other after the games. There was always fire and spite, anger and resentment, but never contact. She told you to pull away, and by the tension that lingered, if you did she would let you have there was something else there. You felt it between your legs, running down your spine, making your core yearn.

It was in the way she kept her hand in between your thighs, deepening her fingers just below where you needed her most. She held you tight, closing any physical gap, forcing your arms to circle her waist as she wrapped her spare arm around the name on the back of your shoulders. You don't know why, but you held her back just as tight, breathing heavily when she started moving her fingers upwards.

“So tense.” She spat, rubbing your shoulder.

You shook her arm off, keeping the contact but still resistant. “I pulled it at training, of course it is.”

“Wasn't talking about your shoulder, baby.” She chuckled, her voice sending goosebumps down your neck. “In those thighs. Clenching them so hard and I'm hardly touching ‘em.”

That was when you knew your cheeks were burning.

There was a hint of humiliation in your tone, but your anger was still prevalent. “I didn't even notice your hand.”

“Yeah, alright.” Williamson grinned, pulling away. You felt the cold air nip your cheeks at the sudden loss of contact. Her fingers were no longer soothing the ache in between your legs. “Alright, baby, no, all that flushed cheeks from the big game, hm? Breathing so heavily cause you scored two goals, is that you’re so wet for me?”

“I’m not— you're so—”

Leah stepped away again, and you were too stupid to step forward in response. “God, is that what you're gonna sound like in the interview? You a mess, Baby, really. All flustered and red.”

“I'm not red.” You snapped. “And stop calling me baby. You're only four years older than me.”

Leah could see straight through you. “But you love that though.” She saw straight past your visible persona. “Why don't you show me how mature you are then? Can't call you baby if you prove that you're not.” She could tell by your flustered state, your wide eyes and your tainted disposition that you were struggling to handle the conversation.

“I don't need to prove anything to you. I just won the match. That's enough to prove that I'm better anyway.”

“But you needed help to get there, didn't you?” She retorted. “It’s not your name on the score sheet, it's mine. Look,” she pointed up to the screen, almost condescendingly, above the stands, where WILLIAMSON (OG) was printed boldly in white below the score. “All that hard work and I still get the mention.”

There was a fight for dominance, but the fight was so clearly won when you audibly gulped, unable to come up with just enough answer to compel yourself into a deeper state of anger. If anything, you were willing to resort to forbidding, but you were stubborn and bled blue.

“You’re just mad that you lost and we won. Chelsea was always better anyway, and you were just too slow… bet that's always the case.”

Leah’s jaw clicked, her lips settling into a thin line.

“In what case?” She muttered distinctly.

“You know what case.” You failed to notice the challenge, finding yourself in a superior position of confidence to realise the hole you were digging for yourself. “Slow and boring… on and off the pitch. You definitely get around, but you never seem to see one person twice. Maybe that's because they don't want to see you.”

Leah grabbed your wrist, yanking you off the field. It was a tradition that you would see the fans after every game, so you tugged back in retaliation.

She pivoted to face you, glaring at you with so much affliction that you yearned for more.

“You seem really interested in how I ‘get around’. Sounds like you wish it was you.”

No matter how hard your body was willing to succumb to her words, you stood firm by scoffing, rolling your eyes at her cockiness. “If only I was so desperate.”

“I’ll show you just how desperate I can get you.” The captain spat, holding your forearm now, easily leading you further down the tunnel where fans or players could no longer find you. “Didn't even properly touch you before and you were a needy mess.”

“You’re always so fucking sure of yourself, aren't you, Williamson?” You snapped back, hearing the clad of your boots fail to drown out your ungrateful tone. You did not care for what Leah was so keen to impress you with. Never had anyone told you that Leah did not impress. She was determined to make sure everyone was supplied with the right things for their needs. She valued giving pleasure over receiving. But if there was one thing she hated, it was brats like you.

You stood outside the Chelsea changing rooms, your kit still adorned on your figure.

“Go get your shit.” She snarled, letting go of your arm and jabbing you forward.

You scoffed, stopping dead in your tracks. “And what? You're gonna wait for me and drop me home? I have a license, Williamson, I'm not your fucking—”

You couldn't finish your rant, yelping when Leah cut you off, grabbing the collar of your shirt and mashing her lips against yours. One of her legs found its way between yours, her knee pushing against your core. A moan fell from your lips, and the woman wasted no time in slipping her tongue in, caging your figure between you and the wall.

She waited until you were kissing her back before grabbing your neck. She instantly moved down to litter harsh kisses down the nape of your neck, using her hands to move underneath your shirt, massaging your breasts. You were a mess beneath her, breathing heavily when the pressure on your clit intensified when her knee started rubbing patterns up and down.

“Swear at me again and see how it turns out for you.” She muttered in your ear, relishing the whines that fell from your lips as her knee continued its work. “If I tell you to grab your bag, that's what you do, yeah? You understand, Chelsea?”

The nickname left you shrinking, her words making your core glisten. You weren't completely sure whether the Arsenal girl was planning on taking you home. You didn't understand why you were all of a sudden pretty much moaning at the friction of her knee.

But you weren't fucking complaining.

“My teammates are in there.”

Leah let out a laugh. “You had no problem letting me touch you in a filled Stanford Bridge, Babygirl. I think it’d be healthy if your teammates realised who fucks their Stargirl after a home game.”

“You haven't fucked me, yet.” Your cheeks flushed a deep crimson, the thought of the England captain fucking you sending you into a spiral.

“Go get your bag and then I can use that pretty mouth for something other than moaning my last name… not that I mind when you do that.”

You wasted no time in doing as you were told, forever thankful that all of your teammates were either still interacting with fans or showering. You grabbed all of your stuff and quickly followed Leah over to the away changing rooms.

She let you walk through, since none of the girls were present, grabbing your belongings and chucking them inside her cubby. You felt her figure cage you back into the nearest wall, her hands how playing with the hem of your shirt, inching it further up your waist until it was completely disregarded, and you were left in your sports bra and shorts.

“Why so quiet?” Leah asked, kissing down the column of your neck, fondling your breasts. You sighed at the growing ache in your core, throwing your head back when Leah’s knee came back into contact with your clit.

“Some— someone’s going to walk in.”

Leah snorted. “Like you would mind.”

You huffed, grabbing the back of her neck and pushing her head further down your body. Leah’s knee stopped in return, leaving you writhing at the loss of pressure.

“Use your words or you can get off yourself.”

“Like you could get me off.” You retorted.

“I don't make brats cum.” She spat, moving back up to tower over you. “I edge them until they’re desperate and getting themself off my thigh. I treat them like brats, and maybe you need to work a little fucking harder for what you want.”

“You were just teasing me!”

“You're just desperate.”

“No.”

“No?”

“Leah.” There it was. Music to her ears.

“What?”

You whined, using your hips to drag yourself along her knee.

“What was that, Baby? Couldn't hear you under all those whines.”

“Leah, c’mon.” You stated potently, getting more impatient by the minute. “I'm not begging.”

The number six shrugged, looking down at you with wide, innocent eyes like she had no clue what you were going on about. Like she didn't even realise that you were humping her leg longing for some relief.

“Begging for what?” She moved her finger painstakingly down your chest, tracing your abs ever so slowly.

“For you.”

“For me?” She questioned, feigning confusion. Her hand dipped into the waistband of your shorts, circling your clit over your underwear. “Answer me, Darling. What do you want me to do? I'm touching you.”

“Touch me more.”

Leah tutted, moving her hand away. You groaned, throwing your head back when no pleasure was offered. “I'm afraid that's not how you ask. It might get you somewhere at Chelsea, but at Arsenal, we treat our Captains with respect. Even our star girls use their manners in the North end.”

“Touch me more, please.”

“Where, Chelsea?” Leah moved closer to you, peeling off her own shirt, removing your shorts, leaving you in your underwear and bra. “Be a good girl and tell me where.” She asked, her body lowering itself closer to the ground. You watched her kneel before you, hands gripping your waist, kneading your hips, lips biting your inner thigh.

“My clit, Lee, please. I need you to touch me there.”

“Such a good girl for your Captain, aren't you?” Leah ran her tongue along your folds, your underwear pooled at your feet. Your legs were swung over her shoulders, your hands buried in her hair, pulling taunt to her ponytail and the hairs that had fallen out during the game. Your moans were still muffled by the bite in your lips, the nerves of someone hearing your desperation for your enemy is still evident in the way you kept your mouth shut.

It was when Leah’s tongue latched onto your clit, sucking harshly on the swollen bud that your noises fell so adamantly from your reddened lips. You felt Leah’s cocky smile, her chuckles sending vibrations of pleasure through your body.

“Sound so pretty, Baby.”

“Leah— fuck, Lee. I'm gonna—”

“You’re going to hold it. Taste so good, you can wait.”

The coil in your stomach was forming long before Leah had even started, and the more Leah attacked your bud, the more your orgasm led to burst. Your moans had doubled in volume when one of her hands came up to play with your nipple, pinching it and playing with the nub every time her tongue licked up your folds. Her other hand worked its way through your pussy, spreading your slick all over your thighs, letting it run down your shaking legs and make your skin glisten with the glossy arousal.

“Want Stanford to hear you,” Leah spoke from below you. You whined at the thought. You were in a state of pure bliss that all cautionary thoughts of interruption were so far gone. All you could think about was Leah’s face between your legs.

“Feels so good, Lee. Want to cum so bad for you.”

“You can hold it, baby.”

“Mh, Lee, please.”

Leah moaned at your whines, nuzzling her nose up against your clit, pinching your nipple hard, reeling at the moan you let out in response. She saw the way your hole clenched around nothing, smirking at the way you rolled your hips across her face, working your pussy into her mouth so easily. She felt powerful knowing she had you at her disposal. You were stunning always, but there was something about you now that set Leah off. It made her angry knowing that you weren't hers to fuck at her discretion. It made her protective over you in ways she had never felt before. You were Chelsea’s protege — everyone worried when going up against you.

“Leah.”

It wasn't like something had changed, but Leah had realised that her hate was actually protection and adoration. She wanted you for herself. She wanted to steer you away from anyone that would hurt you. She hated Chelsea, she despised the West side more than anything, and it wasn't the sex that made her realise this.

“Leah.”

It was her name coming from your lips.

“Cum for me, Baby.”

That was all you needed to hear before you were barreling over the edge, your legs relying entirely on the strength of Leah’s upper body to keep you balanced. Your moans exemplified the stimulation of your orgasm riding out, and Leah’s endeavours to lick the result of it up as it poured into her mouth and onto your thighs.

The woman made sure you had somewhat caught your breath before she moved, having a moment to catch her own breath and comprehend what just happened. When she knew you were able to stand independently, she moved over to her cubby, grabbing the baby wipes she always had handy, moving back down to her knees to clean the mess across your legs as you covered your chest back with your jersey, and later your shorts.

Leah moved to do the same, except she watched as you fumbled with what to do. She gave you a pointed look as if to question your thinking, and you simply sighed and waddled over to her, slight humiliation at your wobbly legs painting your cheeks as you grabbed your bag.

“You all good, Baby?” She asked, her voice no longer authoritative and rather empathetic.

“Yeah, thanks.” You nodded. “Erm… sorry for being… rude… actually I'm not sorry but I am.”

“Yeah, same,” Leah replied a cheeky grin settled on her complexion. “I think we can settle for friendly rivalry from now on.”

“If that's what you call this, then sure.” You added, laughing along with what to make of the situation, feeling more out of place than ever in the middle of the Arsenal room. “I better go.”

“I’ll drive you home.”

“Lee, I've got my license—”

“It wasn't a question, Chelsea.”

You stood there defeated, knowing internally that you had no way home after Millie had driven you to the stadium and would have left by now anyway. Leah must’ve known that by the way she wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into her chest.

“Besides, wouldn't want that Player of The Match Trophy getting forgotten now, would we?”

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A/N — bad ending but oh well… HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!!

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[osindkvara]

desire - Mason Mount

warnings: english is not my first language. smut, oral sex (F&M) Be aware its my first time writing smut.  not proofread, might be mistakes Feedback is always accepted <3

summary: you can’t take your hands off your boyfriend

You slowly wake up as the alarm from your phone rang non-stop as you and your boyfriend both forgot to switch it off night before. You reached for it and turned it off, while slowly turning on your side to face Mason, who was sleeping and snoring slightly. Your eyes looked around the room as the clothes of the night before were all thrown around the room.

“Good morning” Mason said with his hand reaching your back, slowly moving down to your bum and looking down at you.

You chuckled to yourself as the memories came into your mind, the both of you were tipsy for going out with your friends, you teased Mason all night and what happened after was the reason why you had slight bruises on your hips. 

You felt the bed move, meaning your boyfriend was waking up, you moved closer as your hand found his chest, while your fingers tracked his tattoo. 

“Hi handsome” you reached up to kiss his lips and moved your hand down his boxers, slowly resting your hand there as Mason groaned in pleasure slightly. He grabbed your wrist pulling your hand back to his chest with a smirk on his face “will you even learn to not be a brat?” your boyfriend asked hovering over you. 

You chuckled biting your lips “But you love when i’m a brat don’t you?” you let your lips dance over his neck while leaving kisses there. 

His lips danced from your belly down on your inner thigh, you sighed happily as his fingers moved down your slit to collect the wetness that there was, which made Mason smirking on how he could make you crazy with just a touch.  

Mason smirked and moved both of your hands above your head as he moved down. His hand softly reached where the bruises were showing and glanced at you, who were already looking him.

You knew he felt sorry, so you smirked and moved your hips up, to let him know you didn’t mind it. 

You rested yourself on your elbows and watched him as he devoured as if it was his last meal. You rolled your eyes back as Mason moved his fingers fast and moved his tongue from side to side. You almost reached your high.

He kissed your pubic bone and with his thumb he circled your clit, while you pushed your hips against his face. Mason smirked to himself as he bought both his hands around your thighs to pull you closer and began moving his tongue between your folds, first up and down then he moved his attention to your clit and started sucking on it as he moved two fingers inside of you.

You moaned loudly, almost as the neighbour could hear and arched your back as Mason toyed with your clit. You were glad for his nose sometimes cause during these times it made you crazy.

"Are you close baby? Such a pretty pussy, all for me" Mason pulled away as he kept moving his fingers, you whimpered at his words, he was a master at dirty talks.

"Fuck me" you begged and looked into his eyes and he went back down to your clit. One of his hand moved to your breast and with two fingers, he rolled your nipples between them.

You could feel yourself getting closer now and Mason could noticed by the way you were clenching around his fingers, he moaned against you and pulled you closer, wanting you to finish. You moaned his name loudly as he pushed in another finger and his tongue moved faster.

"Cum darling, come for me" he groaned.

You arched your back pushing your pussy into his face more and reached your high while whimpering his name. He smirked to himself and pulled his fingers away while he cleaned you up with his tongue.

Mason moved up to you and cupped your face with his left hand, squeezing your cheeks.

"Open" he said, and as you did he placed his fingers into your mouth letting you taste yourself. You rolled your eyes back as you tasted yourself.  

You pushed Mason on his back and smirked as your hands went down on his cock, already hard for the foreplay he did on you. You kissed his chest slowly and moved down as your hand was already hard. You kissed his tip as his hand went on your head as he watched you, while groaning softly. 

“Come on princess, suck “ he smirked and you bit your lips softly, you moved on your elbows so you were face to face with his cock. 

“yes..daddy” you smirked and took his member into your mouth as you began to suck him off. He pushed your head down as he bucked his hips against your face. You whimpered against him as he hit the back of your throat with his tip. 

You breathed through your nome and looked at him moaning. He groaned loudly “take it all baby girl, i know you can” he threw his head back. 

You moved your head faster as one of your hand played with his balls. You looked at him and moaned at his look as he was so hot. You were pulled away at all sudden and you breathed hard as you looked at confused. He pulled you up towards him and kissed you, with his tongue.

“I want to cum in you darling” he pushed you on your knees and face against the mattress, you smirked and jiggled your ass as he chuckled 

“so eager are you?” he smirked.

He bought his hand on your pussy, rubbing your clit slowly as his other hand moved on his cock up and down, he lined his dick with your pussy before leaving a slap on your ass, that made you arch your back against him. He chuckled "look at you" he said biting his lips and moving his hand on your back, moving your hair. 

He moved you closer and with a hard thrust he pushed himself into you. You gasped and closed your eyes tightly at the feeling.

"I have fucked you so many times but you're always so tight for me" he began thrusting in and out at a fast pace while leaving slaps on your ass, you were sure you were gonna have his handprint all over it.

Your hand gripped on the sheets tightly as he kept moving, while slowly you turned your head to watch him, and you swore you could have cum just but the view.

He had sweat on his forehead and his head was throw back while both of his hands were on your ass cheeks. You whimpered and reached for one of his hand to old. Mason smirked and pushed your back against his chest as his thrust were now sloppier with you clenching around him.

"Fuck princess you're always so good for me aren't you" Mason moaned against your neck, as his finger went down to your clit and circled in fast moved, side to side. Your eyes rolled back.

"Please Mason can i cum?" You whimpered as you were reaching your high.

He hummed and thrusted faster as he wanted to cum with you. He bite his lips hard as he held you "fuck yes baby cum for me!" He moaned loudly as he filled you up with his cum.

You threw your head back at the sensation and moaned his name.

He did a couple of thrust before he pulled away from you and you fell into the mattress tiredly, you reached for him and kissed his lips softly.

"I love you, you did so good for me" Mason said and grabbed a wet tissue to clean you up. 

You smiled happily and watched him "i love you too". He picked you up and you chuckled wrapping your arms around his neck while kissing his cheek.      "Ready for round two princess?" He smirked as he walked into the bathroom. You laughed softly "always" you kissed him.

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[lovinpelova]

forgive me | n. charles

summary; you always forgive your lover.

🎵 idfc - blackbear

as soon as the gate opened for chelsea to start scoring goals you knew this wasn't going to be arsenal's night. six minutes after the first and eleven minutes after the second you were down 3-0 with no hope of your team meshing together, substitutes doing nothing apart from aiding kim in the last minute goal that took away chelsea's clean sheet.

whilst you were happy to score one goal, it wasn't enough. you were playing awfully with possession in midfield and defence as a cdm twinned with wally, both of you trying to track back and block attacks but ultimately having to rely on manu to deliver in the second half. fresh legs did nothing for arsenal and the only goal you scored was from a deflection, chelsea had gotten their revenge at stamford bridge.

with only twenty minutes to go niamh got subbed off after being tended to by the medical staff at chelsea, your mind immediately running wild with bad thoughts when you saw her holding her knee but eventually calming down when she walked off perfectly fine. the chelsea players walking off to time waste and getting more physical had earned a reaction from you, the referee gifting you a yellow card and warning you to stop protesting before she put you on a red. it's safe to say after that, a horrible team performance, remembering you had to play chelsea in the continental cup final, having a low player rating yourself and spending the night at niamh's house - you were in a foul mood.

fair enough, the game wouldn't have made much of a difference for arsenal if you'd won due to how far behind you were in goals and points, but it's the performance that was bugging you all. the league standings were the same, united too far behind for arsenal to be worrying about losing their spot, but when you're yelling at your teammates in disagreement and failing to keep possession anywhere on the pitch it starts to play a mental game on you all. chelsea took advantage of that - and whilst you congratulated them all happily with a genuine smile on your face, you couldn't help but let out a deep sigh of relief and exhaustion when you collapsed into the passenger seat of your girlfriend's car.

"good game?"

you shook your head with another deep exhale, for some reason having tears in your eyes at such a harsh loss.

"definitely not."

you replied with a wobble in your voice, niamh seemingly not registering how upset you were due to her adrenaline still pumping from such a large win. she'd been teasing you ever since you won 4-1 against chelsea last time, saying if chelsea beat arsenal when you were sleeping at hers for the weekend that she wouldn't let you live it down, but you didn't think she'd actually follow through with her promise.

"i reckon the socks gave you a bit of bad luck, don't you? i mean- nothing was working for you guys."

"yup, gathered that from the scoreline niamhy."

the defender processed her nickname as a fond expression rather than an annoyed one, continuing to rant about how good of a game chelsea had for the fifteen minute drive home whenever she had seen something that reminded her of the club or remembered a good tackle she'd made.

you'd been tuning out her rants the entire way and she hadn't noticed your dip in attitude since the final whistle blew, your fuse seconds away from blowing in fury.

"you hungry babe? actually nevermind, i'm sure you're full after having that defeat shoved down your throat."

"oh- niamh just shut up for one second would you!"

the brunette stood still in the kitchen with a shocked expression, turning to you as she watched your face writhe in anger.

"i'm sick and tired of hearing your cocky little comments every time you win against arsenal!"

"excuse me? don't act like you don't make comments when arsenal win against chelsea-"

"i do but i don't shove them down your throat and go on about it for the entire fifteen minute drive home!"

niamh pushed herself off the counter so she was stood upright, her jaw slack in shock at your sudden outburst and the way you were yelling. normally you spoke to your girlfriend about anything that was annoying you, so it seems the anger of such a big loss was still hanging over your head and making you act out.

"i'm not shoving anything down your fucking throat y/n! you need to watch your tone- it's not my fault arsenal played shit today!"

"don't you dare talk about my team like that! i didn't insult chelsea's performance when we won at the emirates, you have absolutely no right to be saying that!"

by now you'd made your way into the kitchen and were stood on the other side of the island, staring into niamh's eyes furiously as she returned the rage you were emitting. she thought tonight would be peaceful judging by your silence in the car and smile at stamford bridge when congratulating the blues, but she must have read you wrong.

"i'm not talking shit about your team, i'm telling the truth! the only goal you managed to score was off a fucking deflection! how is that a good game?!"

"i never said we had a good game! you need to shut your fucking mouth about my club and how we played tonight- you don't play for arsenal, so you don't have a say in the matter!"

"oh so all of a sudden my opinion on performances doesn't matter just because i play for chelsea, does it?!"

"shut the fuck up niamh! i'm so sick of your bullshit! go get your ego in check and come talk to me when you're done acting like a fucking toddler!"

before your girlfriend could respond you stormed off into the guest room of her apartment, angrily putting your phone on charge after slamming the door behind yourself. you could hear niamh angrily mumbling things to herself in the kitchen, soon followed by the quiet noise of her tv turning on as she seemingly resided in the living room.

you hadn't meant to lash out at niamh, it was the last thing you ever wanted to do, but with her constant teasing and cocky remarks for almost half an hour straight you couldn't help yourself. you'd blown up on each other and were now waiting to calm down, expecting the other to apologise first before remembering you were both too stubborn for your own good, soon feeling sleepy from the exhaustion of constantly running back and forth. not even bothering to get under the duvet or fluffy blanket niamh had put at the foot of her spare bed, you let sleep overcome your senses.

during the middle of the night you woke up to the door opening and closing, a body shuffling into bed behind you and wrapping strong arms around your waist with soft kisses along your shoulder and neck. quiet apologies were whispered against your skin with thumbs rubbing the muscles of your stomach to fully wake you up.

"i'm sorry babygirl. you know i can't sleep on an argument, i didn't mean to talk bad about your club like that. i was just still a bit too happy about the win."

your arm reached behind you to pull niamh further into you by her neck, sighing in comfort when you felt her continue to pepper soft kisses along your exposed skin.

"i didn't mean to insult you like that. i know how cocky you can get, i should've told you i wasn't up for teasing or just asked for space when i started getting mad."

you turned in her arms and pressed your forehead against hers instinctively, hands caressing her cheeks as you closed your eyes and breathed in deeply. niamh continued to rub her thumbs across your hips in a comforting manner, both of you breathing in sync to calm down and forgive the other for lashing out. your thumbs traced along her jawline and up her chin, searching for her lips and dragging her bottom one down teasingly to let her know you were going to kiss her, the defender gladly letting you as she kissed you back softly with a smile to match your own. you pecked her lips a couple more times to test the waters, trying not to let your breathing pick up when she gripped your hips a tiny bit harsher with more intent than before.

"niamh,"

"y/n,"

she breathlessly whispered your name to match your call of hers, both of you closing your eyes and resting your foreheads together. the curtains were slightly drawn back from the window behind you- and by god, was the moonlight doing wonders for her eye colour.

"i love you baby."

your immediate response was to kiss her passionately, lingering on her lips with your thumb rubbing over her cheekbone and noses touching due to the lack of distance.

"i love you my girl."

you mirrored her words and felt her cheeks wrinkle up in a genuine smile, the defender leaning in to kiss you softly with one hand pulling you by the side of your neck as yours moved to trace along her pulse point lovingly. niamh smiled at the feeling of your fingertips trailing down her body, pulling away and biting your lip in a teasing response before you forced her to pull away by shoving her shoulder.

"turn around, i wanna be big spoon."

niamh complied to your order without any hesitation and a matching grin, turning around and reaching behind to tug your arm around her waist, kicking your leg softly when you scoffed at her eagerness and quickly sinking back into your touch with a relaxed sigh to match your own.

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[charlottemount]

Q&A WITH ME — Christian Pulisic

warning: english is not my first language

summary: just a little ig story where you answer all the fan question

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