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Intimidated - Mason Mount

Who: Mason Mount Prompt: "That's bullshit." Requested by: anonymous Warnings: mentions of intimidating crowd, threats, angst.

It was your first time attending one of Mason's matches since he had made his transfer to Manchester United. You had never been to Old Trafford before, so you were looking forward to getting to know the place.

It was an enjoyable afternoon. Manchester United won easily, with Mason playing a good match and even providing an assist. You were about to leave after the match, when a small group of other attendants recognized you as Mason's girlfriend and started giving you shit for it.

The group of young men came way too close to you for comfort, very much invading your personal space. They didn't touch you, but you felt threatened all the same at being outnumbered by so many. Their hissed comments of you being ugly and dumb, made you tremble with fear.

Luckily, one of the stadium's security guards quickly caught on to the situation and intervened, guiding you away from the group and inside.

"Are you alright, miss?" The guard asked once you were safely back inside, handing you a glass of water and offering you a seat. You nodded weakly, but were still trembling with fear. "Would you like me to fetch Mr. Mount?" The guard clearly knew who you were, too. "Yes, please," you answered meekly.

It was only a few minutes later, when Mason rushed in and dropped to his knees in front of where you sat. "Are you alright?" He took your hands in his and you heard the panic in his voice. "Did they hurt you?" "No." You shook your head, although tears now spilled from your eyes. Mason sighed in relief. "Oh, thank god. They told me you had a run-in with a crowd and I thought you were injured." "It was just words." Your voice broke a little. "They were going on about how I'm dumb and ugly." "That's bullshit!" Mason immediately replied. "I know, but..." You sniffled softly. "I was scared."

"Come here." Mason spread his arms and invited you into a hug. You didn't need asking twice and flung yourself into his arms.

Mason wrapped his arms firmly around you, and finally you felt safe and at ease again. Because with his strong arms around you, the warmth of his body against yours, and his softly whispered words of comfort in your ear, you knew nothing could hurt you anymore.

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Decorated - Mason Mount

Who: Mason Mount Prompt: decorating the Christmas tree together (with a romantic twist). Requested by: as voted for by you! Warnings: none

Setting up and decorating the Christmas tree was traditionally something you and Mason did together. But because of both your busy schedules, this year you only got round to it a few days before Christmas.

"I'm glad we still decided to do this together," you said happily as you filled the Christmas tree's branches with baubles. You were clad in some over the top Christmas jumper and and Elf's hat balancing on your head. "Yeah, so am I." Mason wrapped his arms around you from behind, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. He, too, wore a ghastly Christmas jumper and had a Santa's hat on. "Even though it's kind of late this year, I love we didn't skip it," he added. You nodded, feeling his hair brush against your neck. "Absolutely."

Mason released his embrace around you to pick up a string of Christmas lights. "And how do these get so tangled up every time." He held up the big tangle of lights, slowly shaking his head. "It doesn't matter how neatly you put them away, next year it somehow always ends up looking like carnage."

Mason sat down on the floor with a sigh, setting to work on untangling the lights. You watched him for a few seconds. A soft chuckle escaped you as you saw his concentrated face and focus on the knots in the string of lights.

"What's this?" You had turned your attention back to the baubles, and suddenly spotted a bauble in the box you had never seen before. "Oh, I found it, and thought it would be nice to hang it in the tree as well." Mason shrugged nonchalantly, but you couldn't help but notice the blush creeping up on his cheeks and how he suddenly seemed to avoid to look at you.

"What's so special about this bauble?" You asked a little suspiciously. At first glance it didn't look all that unique, until you noticed the bauble could open. You gently pulled the two halves apart, and what you saw there took all your breath away.

"Guess you found out what's so special about it, huh?" That confident smirk was back on Mason's face, but the nervousness was also clearly heard in his voice. You looked from the diamond ring inside the bauble to Mason, completely astounded.

"I've been wanting to do this for a long time." Mason slowly rose to his feet and took your hands in his. "I wanted the occasion to be special, but also something that was just us." "Oh..." You gasped, tears now welling up in your eyes as you realized what he was about to do.

"Ever since I met you, my life has been so much more beautiful," Mason continued, "we've been through highs and lows together, but those only made me realize one thing: how much I love you." You smiled through a sob. Hearing these words set a fire of love alight in your chest.

Mason had to swallow back tears of his own before he could continue. "I realized I don't want to spend another day of my life without you, and I hope you feel the same way." "I do, I do!" You confirmed without hesitation.

Mason took a deep, trembling breath, and you knew he was going for the big question. "So..." He hesitated nervously, before slowly going down on one knee in front of you. "Would you do me the greatest honor of becoming my wife? Will you marry me?" Another sob escaped you upon actually hearing that question being asked to you, even though the answer was a no-brainer.

"Yes!" You exclaimed happily, fresh tears of joy rolling down your cheeks. "Oh, my god!" Mason gasped, overcome with joy as well, as he quickly clambered to his feet. He cupped your face in his hands and kissed you long and lovingly, sealing your engagement.

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Fever - Mason Mount

Who: Mason Mount Prompt: Fever Requested by: as voted for by you. Warnings: contains descriptions of being sick

He didn't need to be a doctor to know the flu had finally gotten to him, too. After it had gone around the team for weeks, Mason had hoped to dodge it, but the moment he woke up that morning he knew it, unfortunately, was his turn now.

All his muscles ached. Mason shivered under the blankets, even though the T-shirt he wore was clammy from him sweating. A persistent headache tormented his head, and he felt altogether miserable.

Mason groaned as he slowly rolled himself onto his back. He was calling in sick today, because there was no way in hell he was able to do anything else today other than lying in bed.

"You're burning up," you mumbled from beside him. His feverish heat radiated off him, which you noticed immediately. "Hm-m." Mason hummed weakly to confirm. "I think I've got that flu now." You pushed yourself upright to have a better look at him. You needed only one look to see his clammy skin, the feverish blush on his cheeks, and the slight dampness of his hair. "Certainly looks like it," you agreed.

Reaching for your dressing gown, you got out of bed. You made a quick trip to the bathroom to run a washcloth under the cold tap, before you sat down on the edge of Mason's side of the bed. He looked up at you with a feverish glisten in his eyes. "I feel terrible." "Sorry to say, but you look like it, too." You felt sorry for him, because he genuinely looked miserable.

You gently dabbed the cold, wet cloth against the burning skin of his neck, cheeks and forehead. Mason gratefully leaned into it. "That's nice," he mumbled softly. "You're really running a high fever." You frowned as you shortly held the back of your hand against his neck. The warmth coming off him was even more than you'd expected. Mason didn't reply, but you needed no further confirmation to know how sick he was.

You folded the wash cloth and draped it over his forehead. Mason closed his eyes. He wasn't off to sleep yet, but he wasn't far off either. "I'll work from home today." You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. "So if there's anything you need, just let me know." Mason weakly brushed a finger over your hand. "Thank you."

"Now sleep," you said softly. But Mason barely heard you anymore, because he was already halfway back to a healing sleep.

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Sleepy Dialogue Prompts #5

Who: Mason Mount Prompt: "I need your smell to fall asleep." Requested by: anonymous Warnings: none

With Mason a footballer and your modelling career, you both had to go abroad often. It meant you spent nights alone in bed, without Mason sleeping beside you, more often than you would like.

Every night you spent apart, you always video-called Mason around bedtime. So, too, tonight. You were in Berlin for a photoshoot, while Mason was at your home in London.

"Hey, babe." Mason answered your videocall on the first ring. He already lay in bed, but he would never miss your bedtime call. "Hey." You were also in bed, but in your hotel room in Berlin. "How was your day?" Mason asked. "Good, but long," you answered. The day had indeed been long and tiring, but the photoshoot was successfully finished. "Yours?" "We won the match 2-0," Mason smiled, "boss gave us the day off tomorrow, so I'll be home when you get back." You were already looking forward to snuggling up comfortably in Mason's arms again. "Can't wait."

Mason turned onto his side in bed, switching the angle of his phone somewhat, and that was when you saw it. "Why is my hoodie in the bed?" You frowned at the screen. You easily recognized the candy cane pink hoodie you always wore around the house, but you were sure you had thrown it in the laundry basket before you left.

Mason turned almost as pink as your hoodie. "Because I put it there," he mumbled a little embarrassed. "Why?" You chuckled. "Because..." Mason took a few seconds before he continued, "because I need your smell to fall asleep. I know it's weird, and you can absolutely judge me for it, but it just makes sleeping easier when you're away."

You never wanted to be able to kiss and cuddle him more than right now after this confession. "I don't think that's weird at all," you smiled, "I think it's the cutest thing ever." "Really?" Mason chuckled in relief.

You briefly lay down your phone and disappeared from view. When you came back in front of the camera, you held up one of Mason's T-shirts. "I don't think it's weird, because I do the exact same thing," you smirked. Mason stared at his shirt in your hands for a few seconds, before a broad smile spread across his face. "And that is why you and I are made for each other."

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Fireworks - Mason Mount

Who: Mason Mount Prompt: Getting items thrown at them from the crowd. Notes with request: during an England game maybe :) Requested by: anonymous Warnings: implications of injury

When England played Germany, tensions were always running high. Not only on the pitch, but also in the stadium.

Today's match was no exception to that, and there was a lot of unrest in the stadium among the spectators. The stewards already had to remove several people from the stands who had gotten into a fight, and a few pieces of fireworks had gone off with thunderous bangs. The referee even had to temporarily halt the match when a smoke bomb was thrown onto the pitch, limiting the visibility.

"What a mess, huh?" Ben called over to Mason. Once again play was halted when another smoke bomb landed on Jordan's goal-line, enveloping their goalkeeper in smoke.

But before Mason could respond, he was hit by something bouncing off him, followed by an loud bang just centimeters next to him. Mason fled a few meters away, before dropping himself to the ground. He lay on his back, with his ears were ringing painfully, as he needed a moment to recover from the scare.

"Are you alright, mate?" Ben hurried over to Mason's side. Mason nodded wordlessly, but it didn't quite convince Ben. "Really?" He pressed on. "Don’t know about my ears, but otherwise I'm alright.” Mason winced, rubbing his ears. His heart nearly beat out of his chest with the sudden rush of adrenaline the scare had caused. He did his best to calm it down again and steady his breathing.

"What the hell was that?" Mason finally asked, slowly sitting up again. "Looks like somebody threw fireworks at you." Ben let his gaze glide all over Mason. "I don't see any physical injuries on you, luckily." "It bounced off of me before exploding," Mason nodded slowly, "I guess that was my luck." "Indeed," Ben agreed, "this could've been a lot worse."

Mason still massaged his ears. The ringing was slowly getting less, as was the adrenaline of the scare. England's medical team had come over by now and was checking him over, but he already knew there was nothing seriously wrong with him.

The medical team quickly reached the same conclusion, and Ben was allowed to pull Mason to his feet. "Bloody idiots," Ben grumbled in the direction of the stands where the fireworks had come from. "Absolutely," Mason grinned, already having that mischievous twinkle back in his eyes. "Because they should know it takes a lot more to take me out of a match."

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Concussed - Mason Mount

Who: Mason Mount Prompt: Knocked unconscious during a match or training Requested by: anonymous Warnings: mentions of injury, ambulance/hospital. GIF by me.

You were in the stands at Stamford Bridge when the sickening collision happened. Mason collided mid-air with one of the players from the other team, and you instantly knew he wasn't walking this off. The way he fell to the ground and lay motionless, instantly brought you to tears and near-hysterics. There was no doubt in your mind that he was knocked unconscious and that this could easily be a serious injury.

For nearly 15 minutes Mason was treated out on the pitch. You watched horror-struck as the Chelsea medical team delicately handled him. At some point Mason slightly moved his feet and seemed at least a little responsive to the medical personnel, but a trip to the hospital still seemed more than likely.

You immediately hurried down from the stands when the medics stretchered Mason off the pitch. All you wanted was to be with him. Mason was probably just as scared as you were, so you were sure he needed you right now. Several stewards blocked your way as you tried to get inside, and you had to make a scene with a few of them, before Stamford Bridge's head of security recognized you and showed you the way.

Mason was just placed into the ambulance when you reached him. He still looked only half-awake. A bandage was wrapped around his head, with a red stain to the side betraying the probable wound beneath it. He was conscious, but still very dazed.

"Hey, sweetie." You smiled softly as you climbed into the ambulance with him. Tears streamed down your face at seeing him like this. He usually was a vibrant, mischievous personality, but in this moment he looked so helpless. "What’s happening?" Mason's voice quivered with fear.

The paramedic sitting on the other side of the gurney caught your eye. Mason's answer didn't do much to ease your fears, as he appeared lost for where he was and what was happening altogether. It must have been showing on your face, because the paramedic gave you a small, reassuring smile. "We suspect he has a concussion," the paramedic explained, "short-term memory loss and confusion are common symptoms. He'll be thoroughly examined in the hospital, though, to make sure we're not missing something."

Soothed slightly that this behavior was not too worrisome in his current condition, you gently ran a hand over Mason’s arm. "You’ll be okay, babe." "Don’t go." His hand suddenly took a strong hold of your hand. "Don't leave me alone." "I won’t," you assured him, "I’m going to stay right here by your side." Mason calmed down a little, but still held an iron grip on your hand. He maneuvered himself to the very edge of the gurney he lay upon, to be as close to you as possible. "I'm scared," he mumbled weakly. You kissed the back of his hand. "I know all of this is scary, but I'll be with you. You can squeeze my hand to mush, or cry on my shoulder as much as you want." Mason nodded minutely, closing his eyes. "I'm going to need that."

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Winter / Christmas prompts posting #1

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Who: Mason Mount Prompt: "This is the best present anyone's ever given me." Requested by: anonymous Warnings: none

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You and Mason traditionally spent Christmas morning together. Just the two of you, clad in pajamas, opening presents and watching some cheesy Christmas movie over breakfast on the couch.

"Open my present first." Mason handed you a rectangular package from under the tree. "What is it?" You asked. Mason's hands were unmistakably trembling as he handed you the package, and he seemed altogether nervous. "You'll see," he grinned, attempting to hide the tension from his face. "I just hope you like it, because it wasn't specifically on your wishlist."

Very curious now as to what this was, you gently unwrapped the present. When the wrapping paper fell away, it revealed a beautiful, luxurious-looking rectangular box which clearly held a piece of jewelry. But still, you weren't expecting this...

Without a doubt, Mason had chosen this shape of box to throw you off course, and it worked. You gasped as you opened the box and found yourself staring at the most gorgeous diamond ring you had ever seen. The meaning behind this ring was immediately clear to you.

"Oh my god..." You mumbled through tears already in your eyes. Looking up at Mason, you found him lowering himself on one knee in front of you. His nervousness reached an all-time high as he took your hands in his.

"I'm keeping this short." His voice sounded thick with emotion. "Because I don't think I have to tell you how much I love you. You're my everything: my rock, my support, even my sanity sometimes. And out of all the questions I will ever ask you, this might be the most important one." He took a deep, shaky breath before he continued. "Will you marry me?"

For just a second you looked at Mason still knelt on one knee in front of you. He trembled with nervousness over your answer, but you already knew this man was the love of your life. Tears of happiness streamed down your face, but a broad smile played on your lips. "Yes," you answered with all the determination in you, "of course. Yes!"

Mason just had the time to get back to his feet, before you flung yourself into his arms and kissed him. "I love you," Mason mumbled against your lips, which tasted salty from your tears. "And I can't wait for the rest of our lives together." You rested your head against his shoulder and pressed yourself close to him. "Me, too."

"Let us make this official." Mason released the embrace and reached for the ring. He gently and lovingly slid it onto your finger. Fresh tears fell from your eyes are the sight of this beautiful ring now on your hand and the meaning that held.

"My present for you isn't anywhere near as nice as this," you sniffled softly. "Don't ever worry about that." Mason cupped your face between his hands, wiping a few tears from your cheek with his thumb. "You saying yes is the best present anyone's ever given me."

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The Medic - #2 - Mason Mount

About the series: The Medic will be an anthology-like series about the reader working for the medical team of the club. Each chapter will feature a different setting/scenario and a different player.

Who: Mason Mount Prompt: Stitches Warnings: mentions of blood and injury (only mild though), mentions of medical procedures.

You stood at the touchline, eagerly awaiting the referee's approval for you to step out on the pitch and treat the stricken Chelsea player.

A few moments earlier, Mason had been on the receiving end of a studs-forward karate kick, which had caught him squarely on the upper arm. The torn sleeve of his shirt was unmistakable, even from a distance, and you were fairly sure you saw blood as well. Mason's desperate glance over to you only confirmed what you already knew: he was injured.

You finally got the all-clear from the referee and hurried over to where Mason sat on the grass. "There's blood and it hurts quite bad," Mason said even before you could have a proper look at his arm. He sounded on edge, maybe even slightly scared. "Let me have a look." You spoke calmly, hoping your calmness would wear off on him somewhat.

Mason didn't protest when you gently took his upper arm in your hands to have a better look. There indeed was blood on his arm, and through the torn sleeve of his shirt you could already see the source of it. The other player's studs had left clear marks on Mason's arm, and with that two inch-long lacerations which bled quite a bit. "Hmm, nasty," you commented, "those will require a few stitches, I'm afraid."

You felt Mason shudder involuntarily beside you as you mentioned the stitches. "Does it have to be now?" He asked. You couldn't help but notice how his voice was an octave higher than usual when he asked that question. His gaze quickly darted to the scoreboard overhead, which showed Chelsea's narrow 1-0 lead and another 25 minutes on the clock. You knew exactly what his unspoken question was. "We can do the stitches after the match," you agreed, "but we have to wrap this up for now. You're not allowed to continue with this bleeding out in the open."

Mason scrambled to his feet and followed you off the pitch. He stood patiently, just outside the touchline, as you quickly wrapped a bandage tightly around his upper arm. "Signal me if blood starts to seep through," you warned, "I don't think it will, but if so I need to change the bandage." Mason nodded he had understood, before sprinting out onto the pitch again.

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You sat waiting for Mason in one of Stamford Bridge's treatment rooms. As you had agreed, he showed up immediately after Potter's post-match talk.

"Sit down." You motioned to a chair. You were expecting him, so everything you would be needing already lay ready and within grasp for use.

Mason did as you asked, but you couldn't help but notice the apprehension. You sat yourself down on your wheeled stool next to him. "Are you alright?" Mason flashed his characteristic smile, but it wasn't very convincing. He, too, seemed to realize that, because he quickly shook his head. "I'm actually a bit scared of getting stitches done."

This confession took you by surprise. Somehow he struck you as the last person to be afraid of something like this, but even though you hadn't been expecting to be told this, you immediately recollected yourself. "That's alright." You tried to ease him. "It won't take long and I'll make sure the area's numbed up and you won't feel anything of it." "Okay." A deep, shuddering breath was followed by a nod of his head.

You quickly set to work to indeed get things over with as soon as possible for Mason. All the while you worked, you felt him tremble slightly under your hands, and you knew he was doing his utter best not to lose his composure altogether.

"Good match." You started up the conversation to take Mason's attention off of what you were doing. "What?... Uh... yeah." Mason answered as though awaking from a deep trance. "Nice pass to Kai, too." You aimed at the assist he had given to Kai to secure their, ultimately, 2-0 victory. "Definitely, if I may say so myself." A smile broke across his face, and before you knew it he had fallen into a second-by-second analysis of everything leading up to that assist and the goal. You let him ramble on, occasionally asking questions or commenting on what he said. Anything to keep his mind otherwise occupied.

"All done," you announced after a few minutes. Mason fell silent mid-sentence, still speaking lively about the match. "Wow." He frowned in surprise at the bandage around his arm. "I didn't feel a thing." Now it was your turn to smile. "Told you."

He got to his feet, but he hesitated to leave. "Anything else I can help you with?" You asked. Mason stammered a few times before speaking his mind. "I just wanted to thank you. You didn't make fun of me or anything about being scared of getting the stitches done, and you handled me like a real a pro. So, thank you." You smiled at him, grateful for these words. "You're welcome."

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Smut prompts posting #2

Who: Mason Mount Prompt: "Is that all you've got?" Requested by: anonymous Warnings: smut, mentions of unprotected sex, oral (female receiving).

A Saturday night spent at home with just the two of you, was quite unique for Mason and you. With the foresight of just you together, with all the privacy in the world, there was a sudden longing for intimacy. And intimate it got...

Not even halfway through the evening, you found yourself spread out on your back on the living room rug. Mason's face was buried between your thighs, as his tongue masterfully swirled around your clit. Your heaving breaths and whimpered moans betrayed the pleasure he was giving you. "Oh, fuck me, Mase," you squealed in pleasure, seizing a handful of his hair as he ate you out. Mason raised his face with a mischievous grin. "Trust me, I will in a minute." He licked his lips. "But I've got something to finish here first." He winked at you, before he lowered his head down to your pussy again. His tongue immediately found its way back to your clit. "Oh, shit, I'm cumming," you moaned after just a few more swirls of his tongue. You grabbed on to even more of his hair, and bucked your hips up to press your pussy firmer against Mason's mouth, as you moaned your way through the orgasm. Mason looked up from between your legs, the most mischievous smirk playing on his lips. "Is that all you've got?" You teased, still slightly out of breath from the orgasm. "Certainly not," Mason grinned. He moved forward, pushing his lips to your stomach, before tracking his tongue over your skin all the way up to your breasts. He kissed each of your nipples, before moving his way up your your neck. "I've got a lot more." His whispered words tickled against the sensitive skin of your neck. A whimpered moan escaped you as you felt his rock-hard cock against your folds. "Desperate, huh?" Mason chuckled. "I need you in me," you gasped, folding your legs around him and desperately reaching for his lips to kiss him. "Please, Mase." Mason smirked again, but to your great satisfaction he reached a hand down to direct his cock to your entrance. He gently pushed inside you, giving you a few strokes time to get used to him. It felt so unbelievably good that you almost couldn't control your moans turning into screams of pleasure. "Give me more," you pleaded, "give me all you've got." Mason sat up, keeping his cock inside you, and repositioned himself between your legs for some more serious work. "As you wish." He hooked his hands under your buttocks and lifted your hips off the ground. He directed his own hips to pick up a firm thrusting rhythm. The sound of skin slapping on skin filled the room as Mason pounded into you. "Oh, yes!" You moaned out loudly, eyes rolling back in pleasure. The way Mason fucked you right now was unlike anything you'd ever felt before. Each stroke of his cock and strong thrusts of his hips was so good that you were in danger of losing all control over yourself. Mason saw that, too. The sight of you in absolute ecstasy and your boobs bouncing from the momentum of his fucking, made him go almost feral with arousal. A pleasured moan of his own rolled off his lips, as he fucked himself into within an inch of cumming. "Oh, I'm cumming!" You threw your head back and moaned loudly. Your hands gripped at the rug beneath you, as Mason worked his cock even harder on you. Your pussy clenched around his cock when another orgasm, the biggest and strongest one yet, took over your entire body. Your almost uncontrolled moans and the shaking of your legs with pleasure, were the last push Mason needed to reach his high, too. "Oh, my god," he groaned, completely in the clutches of the oncoming orgasm, "I'm gonna cum all over you." He gave his hips a few more firm thrusts, before hastily pulling out of you and shooting his load all over your stomach and breasts. Mason collapsed onto the floor next to you, where you both lay panting. "That must've been the best sex I've ever had," he smirked happily. You grinned back broadly. "Without a doubt."

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Hidden feeling - Mason Mount

Who: Mason Mount Prompt: "How long did you think you could hide that?" Notes with request: I’d love for it to be at the beach during sunset, on holiday with friends and mason asks y/n how long did she thought she could hide her feelings from him. Requested by: anonymous Warnings: none

This holiday was the most amazing one you'd ever been on. With a group of friends you had chartered a yacht for a week and sailed around the Caribbean. You were actually mostly a friend of Declan's, and that was how you found your way into this group, although you knew all the others as well from previous parties and gatherings. Through Declan you knew Mason, too. You had always fancied him somewhat, but this holiday, where you spent entire days close to him, made you realize that you were in fact head over heels for him. You couldn't keep your eyes off his smile, and the sound of his laugh was music to your ears. Whenever he accidentally brushed a hand against your skin, it sent butterflies to your stomach and made you feel like you could float off of the ground.

But you didn't say anything to him about it. You were just a normal girl, and he was a famous professional footballer. Why the hell would he be into you? So, out of fear of getting turned down or laughed at, you kept your feelings to yourself. ---- Today, after a wonderful dinner at a quiet beach, Mason approached you. As you sat at the waterline by yourself, watching the beautiful sunset, he sat himself down next to you. "How long did you think you could hide that?" He spoke out of the blue. "Wh-- what?" You were taken aback by his question. Your mind immediately wandered to the one big secret you had at the moment, and that was your crush on Mason. "I've seen the way you look at me," Mason smirked. The confidence dripping from every pore was actually enviable. "I..." You hesitated. If ever there was a perfect moment to come clean about this, it was now. And, frankly, Mason did not seem to shy away from the idea of you being in love with him. "I might have a bit of a crush on you." You finally blurted out. "It's stupid..." "No, it's not," Mason interrupted you, "because... so do I." You blinked slightly stupidly at him. "You have a crush on you, too?" Mason laughed out loud. "No, silly! I love you!" Now it was Mason's turn to fall silent. He hadn't exactly meant to express his feelings so explicitly, but he had to admit that it felt good anyway. "I've seen you at Dec's before," he started, "and you've always caught my attention. This holiday, this week together, it made me realise my true feelings for you." You blushed fiery red. "For me, too." "That settles it, then," he smirked. The confidence was immediately visible again in Mason's entire posture. "So... you want to give it a try?" You asked shyly. Mason smiled, already leaning into you. "Absolutely." And under the beautiful Caribbean sunset, he kissed you. A first kiss of many more to come.

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An Alphabet of Prompts - E

⚽🖊️⚽🖊️⚽🖊️⚽🖊️⚽🖊️ Who: Mason Mount Prompt: Early Requested by: anonymous Warnings: none ⚽🖊️⚽🖊️⚽🖊️⚽🖊️⚽🖊️

A wonderful, relaxed beach holiday on a tropical island lay ahead of you. The only thing that still separated you from your sunny destination, was a very early morning flight.

The alarm clock on your phone blared shrilly at 3.15 am. "Come on." You gently poked Mason in the side. He lay beside you, on his front, but hadn't moved yet. A sleepy moan was his first reply, followed by some mumbled, incoherent words, before he pulled the blankets up over his head. "Fine," you said teasingly, watching him disappear from view. "I'll just go on holiday by myself than."

Now Mason moved. He maneuvered himself onto his side under the blankets, and slowly poked his head out. You laughed at his tousled hair and the sleep wrinkles still on his face.

"I don't want you to go alone," he pouted mockingly. "Than stop acting like a baby and move your butt," you chuckled. You knew early mornings weren't Mason's forte and somehow you had always found that a cute trait in him. He wasn't grumpy in the early mornings, though, more acting like a little kid sometimes.

"Alright..." Mason grudgingly sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. "It's just so early." "I know, babe." You crawled closer to him over the bed, wrapping your arms around his bare torso and resting your chin on his shoulder. His body felt comfortably warm from sleeping.

Mason took a deep breath and gently wrapped his hands around your arms still enveloping him. "I'm really looking forward to our holiday," he said softly. "Me, too." You kissed the bare skin of his shoulder. "It might not look like it, but even this early a flight can't make me any less excited," he smirked.

You smiled into his warm skin, running your hand lovingly over his chest. "It's alright, I know you hate getting up this early." "I love you." Mason leaned back to be able to give you a kiss. "Let's go make this the most wonderful holiday ever."

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Bad day - Mason Mount

Who: Mason Mount Request: You having a bad day and briefly mentioning it to Mason over text and he doesn’t seem say much but then you get back to your apartment and Mason has come over and cooked your fav meal, put in your fav movie, and after you eat and cuddle he brings you to the bathroom and runs you a bath and, knowing it relaxes you, he reads you your fav book. All of this makes you so emotional and at the end maybe he asks you to move in with him so he can continue to spoil you everyday. Overall a very fluffy piece with some angst at the beginning. Could you do it with my name please? If so, I go by rue. Requested by: @girlnamedrue (sorry, Tumblr won't let me tag you properly 😥) Warnings: none A/N: I do not write from the third person / with an actual name (sorry), so this is made out as y/n.

Today was definitely a no-good-bad-luck-all-around-horrible-shitty day at work. Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. The only thing that got you through the day a little bit, was texting with Mason throughout the day. His sweet and reassuring answers to your texts of misery were the only reason there, too, was a rare smile on your face today. You were so relieved when the work day was finally over, and you almost raced home with the speed of light. All you could think about was being with Mason tonight, and seek his comfort after this disaster of a day.

When you closed the front door behind you, the smell of something nice cooking in the kitchen immediately wafted in your direction. "You have no idea how good this smells." You walked into the kitchen to find Mason busy cooking a nice meal for the both of you. "I made lasagna, your favorite," Mason smiled, "thought you could use it after the day you've been having." You kissed him to greet him and thank him for this wonderful idea. "You're the sweetest." "And later, I thought we could maybe take a bath together, before snuggling onto the couch with a movie?" Mason rested his hands on your hips, cocking his head to the side and giving you a loving look. You smiled tiredly. "That sounds like the best idea I've heard all day." ---- Some two hours later you sat on the couch, cuddled against Mason and with his arms warmly around you. You had eaten the most wonderful dinner he had cooked you, before relaxing for an hour in the bath with him. "You know," Mason started as you sat with his arms wrapped loosely around you, and your back leaning against his chest. "How about we make doing this more often a little easier?" You frowned at the cryptic question. "Huh?" "How about you move in with me?" Mason clarified without further ado. His arms tightened slightly around you in silent anticipation of your answer. "Oh..." You stammered. His initial question had not given you this as its true meaning, so you were completely thunderstruck by it. "Uhm..." "Forget it," Mason immediately doubted his suggestion. "I'm sorry, I don't want to pressure you..." "Wait a minute." You chuckled at his reaction, taking one of his hands and pressing a kiss to it. "You caught me unawares with that question, that's all." "So... it's not a hard no?" Mason asked hesitantly, the twinkle returning to his eyes. You smiled. "In fact, it's a resounding yes." A delighted smile now broke over Mason's face, too. "Really?" "Yes," you confirmed wholeheartedly, "let's move in together."

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Awoken - Mason Mount

Who: Mason Mount Request: Would love to see prompt 1 "Sorry I woke you. You looked peaceful for once." with Mason Mount :) Prompt #1: "Sorry I woke you. You looked peaceful for once." Requested by: anonymous Warnings: slight mentions of struggling with form

Mason had been seriously struggling with his form lately. He had no idea where it came from: he was well-rested and felt perfectly healthy, but it was just like all footballs suddenly hated him. You could see it nagged at him. He was always so confident when it came to football, but suddenly he doubted his every move. Sometimes he would talk to you about it, and other times he would sit in silence and refuse to even acknowledge his poor form. The nights seemed to be the worst. More than once you woke up in the middle of the night to Mason tossing and turning beside you, and one time you even found him crying silently. You did your utter best to comfort him and be there for him, which he accepted, but he didn't seem to improve much yet. When you came home today, the house was quiet. Strange, you thought, Mason should've already been back from training for a while now. You stepped into the living room, intending to search for your phone in your bag, and give Mason a ring. But before you even started, all your questions were answered. There, stretched out on his side on the living room sofa, lay Mason. He slept soundly, and, you were glad to see, peacefully. For a full minute you just watched him sleep. His face was a perfect picture of relaxation. You hadn't seen him like this for a while, and it eased your worries somewhat that he now at least looked care-free. Unfortunately, your phone decided at that moment to chime quite loudly for some notification, and, to your horror, Mason immediately stirred awake. "You're home," he mumbled, stifling a yawn. "I am." You sat down on the floor in front of him. "And I'm sorry I woke you. You looked peaceful for once." "Oh, but I still am." He smiled contentedly at you. "I had the best training session in months today. I finally felt like me again." "That's great!" You leaned in to give him a kiss. "I'm so happy for you." "I know it might be quick, but I really feel I might be on the way back." Mason's face shone with happiness. You ran a loving hand through his hair. "I'm sure you are, sweetie. You'll be back in no time."

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Injury - Ben Chilwell & Mason Mount

Who: Ben Chilwell, Mason Mount Prompt: see photo below Requested by: @benchilwellx and anonymous Warnings: mentions of injury A/N: this imagine is actually based on two separate requests: a photo prompt request from the photo below, and the "Worried about an injured teammate" prompt from the prompts list (which was requested with Mason being worried over Ben).

Both of them immediately know this is not good. Ben knows because he felt the tearing sensation and searing pain to the back of his thigh, and Mason because he sees the instant look of despair on Ben's face. It's in the way Ben limps to a sudden stop, in the way he drops himself onto his back on the ground and refuses to move, and it's in the way Ben's hands shield his face from the world. 'Oh, no, the World Cup.' It's the first thought in Mason's mind, and it's probably Ben's, too.

Mason is on the other end of the pitch, but he doesn't hesitate for a second to go over to his friend. The linesman is already by Ben to check on him, but Mason knows that's not who Ben needs right now. As he comes closer, Mason sees Ben's gaze flick over the pitch in search for him. "Mase..." The small whimper of his name confirms what Mason already expects: Ben needs him. "Bad?" Mason's one-word question is answered by a frightened nod from Ben. "I felt it," Ben stammers as Mason lowers himself onto his haunches beside him. "I felt it pop." "I'm so sorry, mate." Mason reaches for Ben's knee to convey his support, but nothing he can say or do will make this situation any less hard for Ben. Now that Mason is beside him, Ben quickly loses the last of his composure. He rests his head back on the grass and looks up at the stadium lights high above him. How long will it be this time? When will he be able to feel the grass of a football pitch beneath his boots again? Mason knows instinctively that Ben is quietly spiraling out of control. There's no screaming or crying, but the lack of any clear visible emotion is what worries Mason even more. He sees how high Ben's breaths catch in his chest, the Chelsea batch over his pec muscle moving up and down with a too fast rhythm. An outsider probably doesn't pick up on it, but Mason's seen Been deal with injuries before, and this is not normal for him. If dealing with an injury can be called 'normal' under any circumstance. Ben doesn't ask for it, but Mason wraps his hand around Ben's anyway. "I'm here for you, mate," he says softly. Ben nods, and for the first time there's a hint of tears in his eyes. He holds it together for now, but he'll probably have a good cry over this later, more than likely on Mason's shoulder. Mason knows this, too, and he's prepared for it. Whatever Ben needs to deal with this injury and almost certainly missing out on the World Cup, Mason will be there for him. Because that is what friends do.

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Bromance prompts posting #6

Who: Mason Mount, Ben Chilwell Request: Waking the other one up from a nightmare. Notes with request: mason waking ben up from a nightmare pls <3 maybe nightmares/insomnia is something ben regularly struggles with but you don't have to do it that way if you don't want to Requested by: anonymous Warnings: mentions of nightmares

It had been a wonderful match for Chelsea, and especially for Ben. They had won with a wide margin, with Ben scoring a hattrick of goals. He didn't often score goals, let alone three in one match, which made Ben was in a very good mood afterwards.

It was a late evening match, on the other side of the country, so the squad would not be flying back to London until the next morning. Back at their hotel, where Ben shared his room with Mason, he fully expected to fall asleep almost right away. The match had left him quite exhausted, but in a good way.

And indeed, Ben fell asleep within minutes after going to bed, but he didn’t sleep for long…

The first time Ben woke up was less than an hour after going to sleep. The rather unpleasant dream, which had played in his mind, awoke him.

Slightly out of breath, Ben passed a hand over his face. Nightmares had been a regular occurrence for him when he'd been out with his lengthy knee injury last season. Even though one unpleasant dream didn't immediately mean he would be going down that painful road again, it still gnawed at Ben. What if these nightmares did become a regular occurrence again? It really was the last thing he wanted, and he surely did not understand why they would surface now.

Ben took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. He shouldn't think like that, for this one slightly unpleasant dream probably didn't mean anything. "Stop it," he mumbled to himself, "you're overreacting." He lay back down, pulled the sheets up over his head, and was able to fall asleep again rather quickly.

---

But this time Ben’s unpleasant dream spun out of control and turned into a full-blown nightmare. He was being chased, threatened, hunted by an angry mob, and there was no way to escape from any of it. They would kill him, he was sure of it. He ran, ran, ran, but it was never enough. They were going to get him, hurt him.

"Chilly!"

Ben startled awake when someone called out his name and somewhat violently shook his shoulder. He shot upright in his bed and looked up, completely bewildered, at Mason standing by his bedside.

"Are you alright, mate?" Mason asked, concerned. "Yeah," Ben sighed, passing a hand over his face, "nightmare." Mason slowly sat down on the edge of Ben's bed. He knew how Ben had struggled with nightmares after his lengthy injury, but he believed that was in the past now. Seeing Ben having a heavy nightmare like this again, worried Mason.

"Are you really alright?" Mason asked softly. "I am," Ben answered earnestly, "I guess I was a little too tired after the match. Sometimes that makes me have nightmares." "I'd hate to see you have such a hard time again as a while back," Mason said. Ben slowly shook his head. "I'd hate that, too."

It took Ben a few minutes to get himself under control again this time, and he was glad Mason was with him now. His friend's calm presence was just what Ben needed right now.

"Why don’t you try to go back to sleep?" Mason suggested after a little while. "I’ll make sure to keep any new nightmares away." "I really hope you can." Ben lay back down, rolling himself onto his side. Mason didn't move, remaining seated on the edge of Ben's bed. "I'll wake you up as soon as it looks like your having another one." Ben truly appreciated this. "Thanks, mate."

Mason kept a watchful eye over his friend. It wasn’t long before Ben's deep and slow breaths showed he had definitely drifted off to sleep. But Mason didn't immediately go back to sleep himself. He watched over Ben for at least half an hour, until he was sure the nightmares weren’t returning. When he was finally certain Ben would get the peaceful sleep he so deserved, Mason switched off the lights again in their room. "Sleep well, mate."

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Too Much - Kai Havertz & Mason Mount

Who: Kai Havertz & Mason Mount Request: Kai Havertz with mason mount or christian pulisic. Wondering if you could do one like the one with trent and robertson in about being exhausted thought it was really good :) Requested by: anonymous Warnings: mentions of fainting, dizziness, worrying. A/N: this is one of the requests from the old Request an Imagine form which was lost in 'The Hack'. I had this already written, but I'm not sure whether it was requested anonymously or not. So, if this was your request and you would have liked to be tagged, I'm sorry 😥 The TAA and Robbo fic that is referred to is this one.

The last few months had been hard for Kai. His place in the starting XI wasn't a certainty anymore, and he altogether struggled with himself. But today was different. Today he was given a rare chance in the starting lineup again, and Kai took that chance with both hands. He pushed himself to his very limits during the match, working tirelessly, but it paid off. At full-time his performance was worthy of the Man of the Match title, and he had bagged two goals and an assist.

It was only after the final whistle sounded, that Kai realised he had pushed himself too far. As the adrenaline and the high of the match were starting to wear off, the dizziness began to set in. The sounds of the stadium became distorted, and Kai had the feeling his head was spinning on his neck. He groaned softly, placing his hands in front of his eyes in a futile attempt to make the dizziness stop. It wouldn't. If anything, it only got worse. Kai's knees buckled, but he was able to stay on his feet this time. Just a few seconds later it happened again, and now Kai almost crashed to the ground. He staggered around a few paces, trying to prevent the inevitable, until he stumbled into someone, who immediately slung an arm around his waist to support him. "Whoa, mate, are you alright?" It turned out to be Mason. "No." With Mason now by his side, Kai finally surrendered control over himself. His knees buckled for a third time, but now he truly had no strength left to remain standing. "Oh, shit." Mason tightened his grip on Kai, as his friend fell into him. "I..." Kai stammered, sounding fairly panicked now. "So dizzy, I...." "You're alright, easy. Lie down." Mason carefully lowered Kai onto the ground, where he gently lay him down on his side. Even though his heart was hammering in his chest, Mason did his best to remain calm for Kai's sake, speaking soothingly and reassuringly to his friend. Several of their Chelsea teammates came looking, alarmed and calling for the medics, but Mason didn't pay any attention to them. He only had eyes for Kai, who was only semi-conscious all of a sudden. "Stay with me, mate, stay with me." Mason rested a hand on Kai's back. He didn't know what had made Kai go down like that, only that it scared the bejesus out of him. The medical team arrived in a hurry, but Mason didn't move. Not in a million years would he be leaving Kai's side right now. He listened attentively to everything the medics said and did, somewhat comforted by their lack of urgency. If something really bad was wrong with Kai the medics wouldn't be so calm, right? Still, Mason was immensely relieved to hear Kai utter some coherent words again. "...'m alright..." Kai sounded utterly exhausted and he remained as he lay stretched out on the damp grass. "What happened?" Mason blurted out the question before any of the medics could speak. "Too much..." Kai mumbled back, "it was too much." "I indeed think you exhausted yourself a bit there," the head of the medical team said sympathetically, "do you feel like sitting up? Some sugars and salts will do you some good." Kai very slowly moved himself up into a sitting position. Mason made sure to support him, and knelt down behind Kai so his friend could lean into him as he sat. The medic handed Kai an energy bar and a bottle of sports drink. "Small sips and tiny bites." Kai sat with his back leaning against Mason's chest for a while, nibbling on the energy bar and sipping small sips from the bottle. Both Mason and the medics kept a close eye on him. Kai looked totally spent, although some of the color was returning to his cheeks already. "Is it getting better?" Mason asked after a few minutes. "Yeah," Kai nodded. He wasn't lying. He still felt bloody exhausted, but at least he didn't feel on the verge of collapsing anymore. "Good," Mason chuckled wryly, "but, please, don't ever do that again." Seeing Kai go down like that had properly shaken him. Kai smiled tiredly. "I imagine I gave you a real fright, huh?" "You did." Mason gave Kai's shoulders a squeeze with both his hands. "But for now I'm just glad you're okay, mate."

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