#it mase my dad look so nice?

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plz could you write something about mase looking after you when you’ve had a rough day with the baby!!

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a/n: hello angel! thank you for your request. omg i love it so much, kinda changed it a little if that’s okay! (dad! imagines own my heart!!!!). idk how to feel about this one so lmk what you guys think! anyways, let’s get on with the imagine, enjoy reading 🫶

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four weeks, it had only been four weeks since you’d had your baby and you were already feeling like you’d failed her.

you knew becoming a mum would be difficult but you didn’t realise just how hard it was going to be. it was like everything you did was wrong.

Mason had gone back to work only a week after Margot was born and that was one of the worst thing to ever happen. you felt like you didn’t have support even though he would get up with her during the night and as soon as he got back from work he would take over looking after her. what was funny was whenever Mason got back from football she was never crying, it was like she could sense he was coming home.

Margot loved Mason. whenever he had her she hardly cried, she’d watch his face with such concentration and coo at him all the time. but when she was with you, she’d scream and cry no matter what you did.

you felt useless.

you felt like the worst mum in the entire world, not understanding what was wrong with her as she cried just hurt your heart. you just wanted to be in the ‘baby bubble’ everyone spoke about.

you wanted to feel like your friends did when they had their kids. they were always smiling, always happy when they were with their babies who hardly cried when they were with them, it was like you were broken.

today was like no other. it started out okay, Margot was actually happy this morning when you woke up, Mason had given her a bath and put her in the cutest outfit but then as soon as he said his goodbyes to the two of you and he drove out of the driveway, all hell broke loose.

she was just sobbing and it hurt you to hear those cries. “oh Margot, what’s the matter my angel. please don’t cry sweetheart. are you hungry? is that what it is?”

you quickly balanced her with one arm as you tried to lift up your pyjama top so you could breastfeed her but every time you tried to get her to latch she would turn her head away and sob louder.

you had realised that Margot would hardly ever latch when you tried to breastfeed her. it was very rare that she would allow you to breast feed her so you had decided to start pumping your milk and give it to her in a bottle instead and most of the time she would drink it from the bottle.

“how about we get you a bottle instead hmm? would that make you feel better?” you knew she wouldn’t reply to you but it was nice to speak to her. you got up from the sofa after fixing your top and warmed up the milk.

her sobs grew louder as you rocked her. waiting for the microwave to ‘ding’ felt like hours. “i know sweet girl, not long now” you poured the milk once it was warm enough into the bottle and went to sit back down on the sofa. you tried a few times before she finally started drinking the milk, her sobs died down but her eyes were still filled with tears and the tear stains on her cheeks broke your heart.

she was hiccuping slightly as she drank her milk but her eyes were fluttering masa img she was trying her best to not fall asleep. “you rest angel, mummy isn’t going anywhere. and i’m sorry i can’t understand you like your dad does, i promise i’m trying my best”

with that, her eyes closed and it was finally silent in the house. you just hoped today would be a lot better than the rest.

-♡-

Mason was back home a little later than expected tonight, he had been asked to stay back to speak to ten Hag which he forgot to tell you about but he knew you had it all okay at home. you always had Margot in a good-ish mood when he would come home and it was always nice to come home to a quiet house after training or a football match. he would hear shouting all day and coming home was just perfect.

you didn’t want Mason to know you were struggling, to you it felt like the worst thing i’m the world. you were meant to be a good mum as soon as you gave birth but you just felt like all you did was struggle. you had no idea what you were doing and you didn’t want Mason to be disappointed in you.

however, tonight Margot would not stop crying. after her bottle this morning she napped for maybe 30 minutes before her sobs started again and that continued for the entire day. you didn’t know what to do and you felt like you had failed as a mother. you had no idea what was wrong with her and you hated that you couldn’t understand what she was crying for. you felt like she hated you.

as Mason entered the house he could hear the wails coming from Margot, he had never ever heard her sound like this before and or worried him. he could hear you, speaking to her softly over her cries, you sounded just as upset as her. “i’m so sorry angel, i don’t understand why you’re crying. i’ve fed you, cuddled you, changed you, i don’t know what else i can do. i’m sorry i’m failing you”

his heart broke. he walked into the living room and saw you holding Margot in your chest with tears streaming down your face. you looked so defeated and he hated it. “hey, what’s going on? are you okay?” he questioned as he slowly walked towards you.

you hadn’t heard the front door close so hearing him made you jump. you didn’t want him ti see you like this so you quickly wiped your eyes and showed him your best convincing smile. “oh yeah i’m fine, she’s just, i don’t know what’s the matter. i think she just might be tired” you lied, of course you weren’t okay.

“do you want me to take her?” he held is arms out so he could take Margo from you so you quickly passed her to him and he gently started rocking her which no i’m surprise stopped her cries. you felt your heart break. was it really that easy?

your eyes filled with tears, jealousy and frustration taking over your body as you saw how easy it was for him to calm her down. “look, go upstairs and have a shower, i’ll take care of Margot and you just have a break okay?we can talk after if you want to” he watched your shoulders drop slightly and your chin quiver as you tried to hold in your tears, something was definitely wrong and he was going to figure out what.

once he heard the bathroom door close he sat down on the sofa with Margot. he watched her huge brown eyes dart across his face. “what’s happened angel? you giving mama a hard time?” she cooed at him, a small smile on her face which looked exactly like yours. “you can’t give mama a hard time honey, mama’s with you all day” she squealed, obviously not understanding him.

“i’m sure you tired, if you’ve been crying like that all day i’m surprised you’re up right now” he decided to grab a bottle and try get her to nap so he could speak to you. he had never seen you like that before.

he warmed up the bottle and went upstairs to her nursery and sat in the rocking chair. he started feeding Margot and immediately her eyes started to close, he honestly wished that he was able to stay off work with you when Margot was first born. he had only gotten a week off work before he had to go back and he felt awful but ten Hag wouldn’t give him anymore time off.

once Margot finished her bottle he turned on the white noise machine and put her down into her crib. he quickly exited her bedroom to leave her to nap and went to your shared bedroom. he wanted to talk to you, you barely speak to each other now and he wanted to spend time with you.

after waiting for a while you finally came out the bathroom in new pyjamas and your hair was wrapped in a towel. your eyes were red, it was obvious you had been crying. “hey” you said, noticing him on the bed. he opened his arms and waited for you to sit on the bed next to him so he could hug you.

you quickly got onto the bed and cuddled into him. “we haven’t cuddled in ages, we haven’t spoke in ages. i want to know what’s bothering you sweetheart. i’ve never seen you look so upset” he kissed your forehead.

“i just, i feel like i’m not a good mum. like everyday all she does as soon as you leave is scream and cry and i’m trying my best to understand what’s wrong with her and i’m struggling. i’m struggling a lot” you felt your eyes well up with new tears. Mason felt his heart break. he was annoyed with himself for not noticing sooner.

“it feels like she hates me. and i just feel stupid because as soon as she’s with you, you calm her down. she even smiles at you. i’m feeling so lonely and i feel like a terrible mum.” your tears started flowing down your cheeks. you were quietly sobbing as Mason pulled you in closer and ran his hand up and down your back.

“i’m so sorry sweetheart, i really am. i’m sorry i haven’t been here to support you, i’m sorry you’ve had to do it all on your own. it’s not fair at all. and i’m sorry you think that you’re a bad mum because you aren’t. you are the most incredible mum” he heard your sniffles, guilt eating him alive.

“if you weren’t a good mum you wouldn’t do half the shit you do now. she doesn’t hate you angel, she loves you. you don’t know what she tells me when i come home” he joked which made you giggle through tears.

“i know it is tough right now, but i promise it’ll get better.” you looked up at him with uncertainty. “it will, stop giving me that look” he gave you a sympathetic smile. he hated that you were feeling this way, he wanted you to enjoy being a mum.

“you stay here for a bit, i need to go do something. don’t come downstairs until i say alright? just watch some tv and i’ll be back” he gave you a few pecks before he left you in the bedroom, confusion filling your body. but nevertheless you grabbed the remote and turned on the tv, trying to finally relax.

-♡-

it had been over an hour since Mason asked you to stay upstairs and all you could hear downstairs was Mason’s footsteps. you had absolutely no idea what he was doing and you were nervous to even go back downstairs.

“y/n sweetheart you can come down now” you heard him shout up to you so you quickly turned off the tv and made your way downstairs. whilst you were upstairs Mason did come to get Margot who had awoken from her nap about thirty minutes into him leaving you upstairs.

you had gone to get her out of her nursery but Mason quickly shooed you away back to the bedroom so he could take care of her. you were grateful he went to help Margot, he knew how stressed you were and he was trying to make you feel better so he took Margot downstairs with him.

you walked down the stairs and into the living room and saw blankets and pillows covering the sofa with your favourite food on the coffee table and your favourite movie ready to play on the tv. Mason was holding a now very aware Margot who actually reached out for you.

“i know it’s not much but i thought maybe we could spend time together for once?” Mason handed Margot over to you and kissed you passionately. “i’d love to” you kissed him one more time before you both made your way to get under the covers on the sofa.

Mason pulled you into his hold and kissed your forehead. “i know this doesn’t make up for what’s been happening these past few weeks but i do want you to know me and Margot appreciate everything you do” you felt a smile form on your face as he spoke, he had a way with words which always made you feel special.

“i have also spoken to ten Hag and told him that i’m gonna take a few weeks time off to look after you both. i don’t want you to feel alone, ever, because i am here for you” you looked up at him, it was the first time he’d seen you smile in ages.

“i know you are, you didn’t need to take a few weeks off. will he not get angry at you?” you kissed his cheek and he shook his head. “i didn’t get to take the time of when she was first born so i i don’t care if he’s mad. i have a family to look after” he lent down to kiss you again.

you didn’t know why you were so anxious to tell Mason how you were feeling, you knew he would help you and you appreciated him. “thank you mase, i love you” he smiled at you “i love you more”.

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Hi! The dad Mase fic won (ofc) so here it is! I promised i would post a fic before I left for trip so I doubt I will be able to post another one on the weekend but I will leave you with this one! :) I hope you enjoy it! TW:non, Angst/Fluff, 3.7k words. My last fic is here! and my masterlist here!

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“I feel like Miles has grown so much since I last saw him” you heard Lauren say to you while she had your baby boy on her lap.

“I know, it’s been so long since we’ve seen you guys.” you told her, sad that it had been way too long for liking not seeing Lauren, Declan and their son Jude. “Jude also looks like a big boy now I can’t believe it.” Lauren smiled at you, placing Miles back on your lap. 

It had been a nice evening, you had made the drive down to London for 2 days to pick up some stuff from your old house. You wanted to stay a couple days to catch up with Lauren, Dec and some other friends as well. You felt like you hadn’t socialized with anyone ever since you moved to Manchester 3 months ago. 

You had been busy taking care of Miles, making sure you had everything you would need in the new house, unpacking everything and buying a bunch of stuff. Of course Mason had helped you, but when he was at training it was all you. You didn’t complain though. This was the life you had always wanted. Being a mother and having the love of your life as your husband. 

It wasn’t the best start for Mason and the team but he had you and he had Miles to comfort him. 

Miles was 2 years old and he was the best thing that has ever happened to both of you. In all honesty, he was not planned. You remember vividly how you found out you were pregnant. You were scared about having a child, about the whole pregnancy and especially about what Mason would say. Both of you were not married at the time so having children together was not something you saw in the near future. However, when you finally told him, Mason assured you he fully wanted this with you and no one else. 

He was so excited about being a dad. He would read books about fatherhood, he would talk to your bump every single night, before every game and after every game no matter if it was a bad game or a good game.  

It melted your heart, seeing him put so much effort and taking this very seriously, not just winging it. Besides the excitement and all the research he did, he also took amazing care of you. 

The pregnancy was hell, to put it lightly. The first couple of months felt almost the same as normal. The only thing you felt sometimes was fatigue and you felt like you got tired very easily.

 When your bump started showing more and you were further along, that’s when things started getting rough. Puking every morning, sometimes at the crack of dawn. Mason would have to hop in the shower with you because of the dizzy you got. Your emotions were all over the place. Swollen feet. Backache. You felt like every side effect you had read about, you had it. 

Mason hated seeing you unhappy some days because of your pregnancy. It was supposed to be one of the most beautiful experiences in your life and it was the complete opposite. Every day you could not wait to pop that baby out and he knew that. 

When he had away games, that is when he felt helpless and felt awful for leaving you. You also hated it. You missed him but you also needed him. What if you got so dizzy you fainted in the shower? What if you can’t put your shoes on because the huge belly was on the way? What if you couldn’t roll over the bed to go throw up or pee at night? 

There were a lot of things he helped you with and when he was away it scared you. Luckily his mom would visit him frequently and help a lot. You were lucky your friends also didn’t live far away, you could count on them if you need to. 

“Is this handsome boy getting a sibling any time soon?” Lauren cooed at Miles and smirked at you. 

“Jesus” you laughed at her comment. 

Having another baby was definitely not on your list after your pregnancy. The thought of going through nine months of hell again, scared the shit out of you. Especially now with a 2 year old. 

“Declan and I are already trying for the second one.” Lauren spoke up again, smiling. 

“Trying for what?” you heard your husband say, approaching you, Lauren and the babies in the living room. 

“Another baby of course.” Lauren said, looking at him. 

“Oh wow, you just openly say you and Declan are having sex all the time?” Mason responded, making you roll your eyes and laugh. 

“Oh my god, don’t be rude in front of the kids.” Lauren replied, laughing along with you. 

“Anyways enough about my sexual life with Dec when are you two having another cutie like this?” Lauren said, pinching Miles' cheek. 

“Wow why are we talking about our sex life?” Declan said right after Lauren. 

Lauren’s question made you uncomfortable. You had not talked about this with Mason. You knew he wanted more than one kid, and he knew you wanted more than one kid too. However, after being pregnant with Miles that changed a little, and you never mentioned it to your husband. 

“It’s not about sex, I’m asking when they are planning on giving Miles a little baby sister or brother.” Lauren replied, taking the tea Declan had just made her. 

“We need to start soon, I don’t want them to have a big age gape.” Mason said, as if it was the obvious answer. 

You were still silent, not wanting to say anything yet. This conversation had to be between you and Mason. 

“Yea, that’s why Lauren and I started trying a couple months ago.” Declain told you, laying back on the couch so he could get comfortable with his son. 

Mason placed his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to him. “We can start trying tonight…” he whispered in your ear so only you could hear his comment. You smiled a little, but not convincingly, and Mason caught that. 

“Babe, you know what I heard is not good to eat when you're pregnant? Papaya, I read it today.” Lauren said to you. “We don’t have to eat it when we get pregnant again.” You didn’t like how everyone was just assuming you were going to get pregnant again. If someone were to ask you right now, you would immediately reject it. 

“Well that’s if we have another baby…” you said whispering the last part. “You don’t want Miles to have a sibling?” Lauren asked.

“I mean, no…I um-” you got uncomfortable again. You didn't want this to turn into a discussion with Mason right and you could see from the corner of your eye he had a confused look on his face. “I just I’m not thinking about that right now you know?” you finally replied. Lauren noticed you got uncomfortable so she changed the subject. 

Mason removed his arm from your shoulders and headed to the kitchen to grab a drink. He was confused, he thought you always wanted more than one kid. Why would you change your mind now? The thought of you not wanting more kids was eating his mind up for the rest of the night. He was not as talkative and cheerful as he was 30 minutes ago. 

Once it got a bit late and Miles was on the verge of falling asleep, you decided to go back to the hotel you were staying. The drive wasn’t long but the entirety of it was silent. 

It was awkward between you both and there was tension. You didn’t know how to start that conversation but you knew you had to. You were also staying at a hotel, it wasn’t like you could just avoid each other. Miles had his little bed in the suite and then it was your space, that was it. If the conversation ended up being an argument, you could not just leave to the guest room and sleep there or cool off downstairs in the kitchen. 

You got back and noticed Miles was already asleep in his car seat. You carefully grabbed him out of the car and carried him to your room while Mason grabbed your purse and Miles’ bag. 

Once you got to your suite, you carefully placed Miles on his bed, making sure there were enough pillows around him and gave him a little kiss on his forehead. 

Still radio silence between you and your husband. You turned on the lamp beside your baby’s bed and headed towards the bathroom. You started by taking your clothes off, putting your pj’s on and then doing your skincare routine. Once you were applying your last product, you saw from the corner of your eye Mason entering the bathroom. You couldn’t read his face. 

He came up to you, hugging you from behind. You melted at his touch. You both hated being at odds with one another and giving each other the silent treatment. 

“Can we talk?” Mase whispered in your ear. You nodded your head and turned around to face him. 

“I’m sorry it was awkward today, I just didn’t know what to say…” you replied looking at him. 

“It’s not your fault babe…” he told you. “I’m just confused, I mean I thought having another baby was in the cards for us and that we were on the same page.” 

“Mason” you sighed, closing your eyes, dreading to tell him how you really felt about it. 

“Have you changed your mind?” he asked you, again confused. 

“I mean, I don’t know, maybe? Being pregnant was really hard, it wasn’t like what i thought it would be and what people told me it would be like. I don’t know if I want to go through that again.” you said, with a sad expression on your face. 

“Baby, pregnancy was never gonna be easy…and I will be there for you again, like I was with Miles.” 

You understood his point, but it bothered you that he didn't get yours.

“I know Mase but, it’s also just not the right time. We just moved to Manchester and Miles is getting bigger by the second. It was kind of easy to cope the first time because he was our first child. But what about now? I can’t just decide to nap in the middle of the day if I get dizzy, I have Miles.” you explained to him. 

“My mom can drive up for a couple of days each month-” he tried saying before you cut him off. 

“Mason, stop. We can’t have your mom driving every couple of days just to help me.” you said getting irritated he was not getting your point. 

He let go of your waist and stepped back a little, noticing your change in mood. 

“I'm trying to offer solutions Y/n.” he replied more sternly. “We had always said we wanted a big family, we promised each other that-” 

“Yea but people change their minds okay?!” you said, raising your voice a bit more.

Mason walked towards the bathroom door to shut it. He didn’t want your argument to wake up Miles. 

“We both grew up with siblings and we both know how much we needed them and how much fun it was, we really won’t give that life to Miles?” he asked you, with more frustration in his voice. 

He was right. Your siblings meant the world to you. You always dreamed of creating that little family and your kids having the same dynamic you had with your siblings. 

“Do you think I’m so selfish that I don’t want to give that life to him? Of course I want to, but I don’t know if I can go through that again, do you understand? You weren’t passing out in the shower, you weren’t getting crazy mood swings, you weren’t throwing up everyday, you didn’t feel tired all day, you weren’t carrying a 7lbs baby in your tummy.” you replied more annoyed. 

“Yea, but I was there in the shower with you, I was giving you back rubs and belly rubs, I was holding your hair up and getting you all the medicines you needed for your dizziness and nausea, I was making sure you were okay every single second of the day. Don’t you dare make this as if it was only you. I understand my body is not the one that changes, but I was part of it too. I was there helping you through everything and I want to do it again because you are my wife and the mother of my son and I love you more than anything.” he said, almost without taking a break to breathe. 

You never liked when he snapped at you, it was rare. You felt awful for now for making him feel like he wasn’t a part of it. He was the best help you could’ve asked for. The best daddy and partner. He made you feel like the sexiest woman ever when you were pregnant even though you felt like you were a whale. 

“I am trying here okay? We can go to the doctors and ask what to do so you don’t go through the same things next time, we can hire someone to help us around with Miles, Anouska and Luke are our neighbors they can help, there are so many ways we can go about this but you have this tunnel vision in your head that it will be the worst experience of your life. I want to make it easy for you, but you just won’t let me.” 

Mason hated raising his voice at you but he wanted you to understand how he could help this time and other people could too. 

It made you tear up a bit. You didn’t want to upset him. He opened the bathroom door to go back to the suite, leaving you with a lump on your throat and teary eyes. 

You dried the tears on your face and went back to the suite. All the lights were off except Miles' little lamp he had to have beside his bed because he was scared of the dark. 

Mason was already laying down on the bed not facing your side. You hated sleeping like this. Not being cuddled up to him. He was pissed and you respected it by giving him his space. 

—-

Did you sleep well last night? Absolutely not. Miles woke up twice, and you felt nauseous the whole night. You didn’t know if it was that feeling of guilt or hurt from your argument with Mason or if it was actually nausea. 

When you opened your eyes, you could see the sun peeking through the curtains. Mason was still not facing you. 

You suddenly felt the urge to throw up. You got up from bed quickly and ran to the bathroom. Your footsteps woke up Mason, making him turn around and see you were not by his side anymore. 

He was confused, but then he heard you in the bathrooms and knew you were sick. 

He got up quickly and rushed to the bathroom to help you. He didn’t care about last night, you were his wife and he needed to help you and make sure you were okay. 

“You okay baby?” your husband asked you, kneeling down and holding up your hair.

“I’m fine, I don't know why I got nauseous.” you replied.

You flushed the toilet and stood up to brush your teeth. Mason still had a concerned look on his face and didn't leave the bathroom until he knew you were 100% okay.  

“I’m okay Mase, I promise.” you told him, turning around to look at him. 

Even though you were not on good terms, he leaned in and kissed your cheek. 

“I’ll shower so we can get going.” he said to you.

You opened up the curtains and woke your baby up to get him ready for the road trip ahead. 

—-

The whole drive back to Manchester was not as awkward as yesterday, but there wasn’t much conversation between you and Mason. 

You used it to think about everything. You felt like you were overthinking but, after connecting the dots, feeling nauseous, throwing up in the morning, your period was supposed to come in today, you started thinking you might be pregnant. 

You and Mason weren’t exactly avoiding pregnancy. You weren’t on birth control and sometimes you didn’t use a condom. Of course there was a possibility of you being pregnant. 

—-

“Can you pull over here please?” you asked your husband.

“You okay? Do you need to throw up?” he was concerned now. 

“No, no I just need to pee and I’ll get something for Miles.” 

Mason pulled over and you got out of the car, making sure you took your purse with you as well. 

You did need to pee but you wanted to also buy a pregnancy test. The thought and curiosity you had was eating you alive you just wanted to know. 

You bought what you needed, bought Miles a little snack and headed back to the car. 

You were already only 20 minutes away from your home so soon enough you would find out. 

—-

You got back to your house safe and sound. Miles was awake by the time you got there so it was perfect timing. 

You got him out the car seat, brought him inside the house and placed him on his play set in the living room to keep him entertained while you and Mason unpacked everything else from his car. 

It was still very weird between you two. It felt weird not talking to him and joking around. 

Once everything was unpacked, he closed the door and followed you to the living room where your son was. 

“Can we stop doing this?” Mason said out loud, making your head turn to him. 

“Stop what…?” you asked back

“Not talking to each other? Ignoring each other?”

You paused for a minute, thinking of what to say to him. You felt his stare. 

“I think I’m pregnant…” you mumbled. 

“What?” Mason asked, he clearly did not hear you since you said it almost just to yourself. 

“I think I’m pregnant.” you replied, this time looking up at him. 

He knelt down to the ground so you were face to face. You were sitting on the couch with your hand on your lap. 

“Are you serious? Or is this just a joke?” he was confused.

“I’m serious, I really think I am” you said with a concerned look on your face. 

He was just looking at you, taking in what you said. What if after last night something changed for him as well? 

You started tearing up a bit. 

“That’s why I asked you to pull over, to buy this,” you told him, pulling out the pregnancy test out of your purse. “I didn’t know what you would think after last night.” tear spilling from your eyes. 

“Come here baby.” he grabbed your hand and placed them over his shoulders so he could hug you. 

You hugged him back tightly, tears still falling and gentle sobs coming out of your mouth. 

“I’m sorry Mase,” you sniffed and pulled back from the hug to look at him and apologize. “I’m sorry for making you feel like you weren’t a part of it, and I’m sorry for upsetting you.” he was looking at you with a sad face. He didn’t want you to feel like shit because of an argument. 

“I don’t want to disappoint you, I’m scared of having another baby. I promise you having our little family is the most important thing to me, I just felt overwhelmed, I don’t want it to go the way it did before.” 

He grabbed your face with his hands, wiping the tears with his fingers. 

“You will never disappoint me, my love.” he told you looking into your eyes.

“It’s okay to be scared babe, I’m scared too.” he said, chuckling a bit making you smile lightly. 

“If you are pregnant, we go through it together yea? We are a team and I will be here for anything that you need okay?” 

You nodded your head. He leaned in and kissed you. 

“I’m sorry too about yesterday, I don’t like arguing with you.” he told you once he broke the kiss. 

“I know.” you whispered and kissed him again. 

“You should take the test…” Mason suggested. You nodded your head and headed to the powder room near the living room. Mason stayed with Miles, watching over him and waiting anxiously for the result. 

You came out of the bathroom with the test covered. “Okay we have to wait 5 minutes.” you told him, sitting down again on the sofa. 

Mason sat down next to you, pulling towards him so you were cuddled up. 

It was 5 minutes of silence. The only thing you could hear was Mason’s heart beat and Miles playing with his toys. 

Your timer went off and you immediately got off Mason. 

You uncovered the test, “PREGNANT” it read. 

You smiled with tears in your eyes and turned around to look at Mason. By the look on your face he knew it was positive. 

He pulled you back and hugged you tighter than he ever had before.

“We are having another baby” he said to you. 

“Yes we are.” 

You were still hugging, both with tears on your faces. 

Once you pulled apart, you saw miles just staring at you both making you laugh. 

“Look mate,” he told him while holding up the pregnancy test “mommy’s pregnant.” 

“Baby?” Miles mumbled 

“Yes!” you chuckled. “Here in my belly” you told him, touching your belly. Miles wobbled towards you and touched your belly smiling. “Baby” he repeated, making your heart melt. 

You looked over at Mason. He was crying. He had his whole life infront of him. 

He leaned in and kissed you while Miles was hugging your belly. “I love you, more than anything” he said to you in between the kiss.

“I love you more.”

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✨It’s Just You And Me - Mason Mount Social Media Au ✨

Hi 🤭 this is part two to Kisses To My Ex’s, if you haven’t I suggest you read that first so you don’t get confused. As always your feedback means the world. I really hope this is good enough as the first one was 🤍

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footballersandwagstea Mason Mount seen with Y/N L/N last night cozied up with one another. Have they resolved things?

mountfans omg people really just need to let them be. They’ll say something when they’re ready.

masonandy/n IS WAR FINALLY OVER?? 🫠

mason7 what happened to the other girl?

masonupdates my fave couple is back 🤭🤭

⤷ masonmutd you don’t even know that yet 🙄

⤷ masonupdates those pictures says otherwise 🤨

user633839 ugh knew she’d come running back after his money 😣

⤷ masonupdates you literally don’t even know them or their situation so keep your ugly opinions to yourself

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izabela.r best time with you two always 😚

⤷ maya_ never a dull time with us 🥰

⤷ izabela.r oh yeah like how tonight y/n ‘accidentally’ spilled her drink on this girl 👀

⤷ yourinstagram don’t go there, she pissed me off 🙄

⤷ masonsprivate oh I need to hear about this 🧐

⤷ maya_ well hello there! I’m sure y/n would love to tell you herself in her own time 😉

⤷ izabela.r yeah I’m pretty sure she’s ecstatic to tell you 😌

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izabela.r about last night…we don’t talk about it ☺️ yourinstagram that’s right, we don’t! 💓

maya_ my best friends are beautiful 😍 p.s I want to know where was I when you took that third picture?

⤷ yourinstagram babe.. you were the one that took it 😭😭😭

⤷ maya_ I don’t recall anything about me taking the picture 🙄

masonsprivate you guys are not to be trusted together

⤷ izabela.r someone’s just jealous they weren’t invited ;)

⤷ masonsprivate jealous cause my girl looked too good and I couldn’t do anything about it 😏

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MM x best years

A/N: I haven’t written in years, so pls forgive me. I wanted this to be a full length imagine, but instead I’ve gone for the ‘best years’ in the relationship. This is in no particular order, just a few things that came to mind.

Word count: 1547

Requested: Yes/No

Requests: Open/Close

Bold: mason

Italic: you 

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Meeting him for the first time:

You and your friends was in Portsmouth for some lunch for the day, Mason was home for the summer to spend some quality family time together, you and your friends was just about to order some drinks for the table until you heard everyone gasp around you. You didn’t pay much attention, until your friend said “don’t mean to freak out or anything but if you look to your right, the Mason Mount is sitting right next to us”. You just laughed, not believing her in the slightest because why would you? Why would he be here for you thought to yourself? As much as you wanted to look, just to catch a glimpse of him you couldn’t do it. You excused yourself from the table so you could go to the ladies, little did you know Mason also happened to walk to the bar to order his family some drinks. When you got back to your table, there was a glass of wine in front of where you was sitting, you didn’t order it that’s for sure. There was a piece of paper under it which looked like a note, you opened it to see who it was from and it read “hoping this will get your attention, you look nice, mason x” you couldn’t help but blush a little, well you to you it was, according to your friends you went bright red. Before you decided to leave the restaurant, you had to walk past his table to walk out, you couldn’t help but to give him a wink and a smile before leaving. Later that night, your phone vibrated and it was an Instagram follow request: masommount has requested to follow you. You accepted it, of course you did, you wanted to thank him properly for the drink, but everyone knew that wasn’t got to be the last you was going to see of him.

Mason meeting your family:

“Babe please can we leave now, we don’t want to be late. I don’t want your dad to hate me even more” “he doesn’t hate you Mase, he just doesn’t like Chelsea” “yes exactly he hates me” “no he doesn’t now stop being silly” you came down the stairs of the house that you shared with Mason back in London, wearing a simple pair of black jeans and one of Masons old shirts, and an overnight bag since you was both staying there for the weekend. On the way to your parents, Mason was adamant that he wanted to stop off at the florist to get some flowers for your mum. He came out with two bouquets of flowers that you’ve ever seen, you knew instantly that she would love them. “these are for you darling, couldn’t forget my number one” “Mase these are lovely, thank you” “only the best for my girl” shortly after you arrived at you family home, with Mason now being nervous than ever his hand was holding onto you tighter than either. You walk up the path, just when you was about to knock on the door, your sibling answered the door “well well well, who’d thought you’d be the one dating a famous Chelsea player. Welcome Mount, welcome to the west ham household” your sibling said to Mason before they pulled him in for a hug. “Well, she chose the better London team” Mason said laughing nervously. Your dad greeted Mason next, “Good afternoon Mason, it’s nice of you to join us. We’ve heard so much about you” and just like that all of his nervous gradually went. “Mr y/l/n I have brought you a bottle of gin, your daughter told me it’s your favourite and for your lovely wife, I have some flowers for her”. You helped your mum lay the table for dinner that evening, whilst your father and Mason was talking about football. Once the table was ready and all the food was on the table, which was a lovely spread by your mother, your father couldn’t praise Mason enough throughout the night, you knew from that moment that they both had no issues with him which you couldn’t be anymore happier about.

The next morning, you was awaken by the smell of eggs, bacon and sausages all cooking in a pan, you made your way downstairs to only see your mum and Mason making breakfast for everyone. “you know Mase, she’s never been happier until she met you in Portsmouth that day. Between me and you, she knew who she was, she just didn’t want to act like typical fan” “oh I knew she did, she’s best friends with my team mates girlfriend” your mum chuckled, whilst mason got out the plates and saw you standing in the door way “oh there she is, good morning beautiful”

First anniversary:

Mason wanted to make your anniversary special. Very special. He spoke to your boss to see if you can have a few extra days of work, so he could take you to Mykonos, the only place you’ve been dying to go to with him. You woke you to your shared room with Mason, balloons filled the celling, red roses on the bed next to you followed with your card and flight tickets inside. “Happy anniversary darling, this has been the best year of my life” “oh mason, I thought we wasn’t going to do anything so big. My gifts is nothing compared to this” “it’s not about the gifts, it’s about how much I love you and you deserve everything and more” you got out of bed to give him a hug and quick kiss on the lips. You looked at everything having enough time to take them in “what’s on the balloons? Oh my go-“ “yes, I’ve printed every single picture we have, and put them onto the balloons. I wanted to make this year special for you. You give me the best years” you couldn’t help but cry slightly, but they was happy tears for sure. “Here I got you this, I know it’s nothing compared to this but I hope you like it” you handed him some aftershave, a scrapbook and a pair of his favourite trainers. “Here, open your card” the card reads “Dear y/n my darling girlfriend. This has been one of the best years of my life, you’ve supported me through everything you could’ve and more. I love you more than anything. You are my everything. I can’t wait to take you to dream place… Mykonos, 7 nights, just you and me. Happy anniversary baby. Love you always, your mase xxx” “you’ve got to be kidding me, Mykonos? Just us? For the whole week? I cannot wait. This is the best year of my life. Happy anniversary mason”

You meeting his family:

“It’s 3am, why are you still baking? Don’t you think you’ve made enough?” “Mason mount, you can never bake enough cookies and brownies, does your sister even like brownies? Oh god what about-““stop right there, I can promise you they will love them but please come to bed now. We need to leave in a couple of hours to drive home and the beds cold without you. You’ve done more than enough here darling. No arguments, please come to bed? For me?” you sighed knowing that he was right, you started baking at 9pm and its now 3am, Mason went to bed around 11pm since he was bored of waiting for you, and the last time he helped you bake it went all wrong. You woke up around 10am – still tired from all the baking, you didn’t want to look too overdressed or too under dressed, so you settled for a nice summery dress and a pair of vans mainly for comfort and a denim jacket to take the chill of your back. “You look beautiful, come on lets go” “can we just wait for a minute please? I have something for Debbie, Tony and Jaz arriving” “what have you brought?” “Only some flowers for her and jaz and some golf clubs for Tony. Do you think-“even before you could finish your sentence, the doorbell rang which means only one thing it was you delivery. The drive to his family home was only about 2.5 hours so your nerves was at ease, especially with his hand interlocked with yours resting on your thighs.

“mum, dad, jaz, summer, this is y/n” you gave Debbie and Jaz their flowers and Tony his golf clubs which he absolutely loved and promised that he’d use them for his next golf session with his son. 

“You little one, you must be summer? Uncle mason has told me a lot about you darling” you bent down so she could hug you if she wanted, and to your surprise she welcomed you with a hug, which threw you off a little bit cause you wasn’t expecting it. Jaz got out the baby photos of Mason for you to see, you couldn’t help but die of cuteness when you saw them, you promised you was going to use them for his birthday just to embarrass him even more. All of Mason’s family made you feel so welcome and you couldn’t thank him and them enough for that

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Wade: Is it because of Zoe?

Mase answers with a smile.

Wade: So you two are pretty close, then? Have you done it yet?

Mase blushes.

Mason: No. We both still live at home, so there’s no privacy. Any advice?

I’m suddenly feeling paternal over Mase.

Wade: Get your grades up first because it’s life-changing. It’ll be all you want to do.

I’m sure that’s not what Mase wanted to hear from me. It’s more like something Dad would say. I shake his words out of my head and continue.

Wade: But if you’re looking for privacy - rent a room. There’s the Windenburg Inn. It’s expensive, but I heard it’s nice.

Mason: *nods* Yeah, okay. Thanks

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Mason Mount Imagine | five

Author’s note: Something super random I wrote the other day after seeing Calvin Harris post about “One kiss”, his song with Dua Lipa, and remembering what the lyrics say. Wasn’t going to post it today, but yeah, why not? 😅 Hope you like it! 💜

Little summary: You are a Dj, and the host of the radio show where you are being interviewed gets Mason on it. That leads to you playing at a Chelsea party, and meeting with him again, this time in person. (Female reader/pov)

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"Changing the topic a bit, and correct me if I'm wrong, but you are a Chelsea fan, aren't you?"

"I am, yes. My dad bought me a shirt the moment he found out my mum was pregnant."

"Oh wow" Rich laughs. "Are you ready for the Champions League final?"

"Kind of. Thinking about it makes me nervous but also so excited."

"Will you be attending the game?"

“I wish" I sigh. "I have a show in Germany that night. If there is extra time, I will miss it."

"So they better win on the 90 minutes."

"Yes, please. Do it for me" I chuckle.

"Any favourite player?"

"Oh, I'm gonna be very original with my answer... Mason Mount."

"He's hot, isn't he?"

"Don't go there, Rich" I laugh while giving him a murderous look.

"Ok, ok" he replies. "But I'm glad you said his name, because we actually have him on the other side of the phone. Morning, Mason Mount."

"Good morning, Rich" he says. "How are you, man?"

"Oh, shit" I say under my breath. 

"I'm good, thank you. So, Mase, I believe you are a big fan of our guest today."

"I am, yes."

“Thank you” I say.

"Do you guys play her songs in the changing room?" Rich asks.

"We do, yes. Especially when we need to be motivated, they are the best."

"Any favourite one?"

"Personally... "One kiss". Love the rhythm, and your voice sounds amazing."

"Thank you" I say again, my cheeks starting to feel a bit warm.

"It is a very sexy song. And so is the music video. Have you watched it?"

"I have" Mason says. 

"Any favourite scene? I really like it when you sing "I just wanna feel your skin on mine, feel your eyes do the expexploring" while looking straight into the camera. Felt things there."

"Richard!" I laugh.

"What about you, Mase?"

"I liked the whole thing."

"Oh... Got it" Rich laughs. "Have you guys ever met? Follow each other on Instagram? Slided into the other's dms?"

"So noisy, Richard" I laugh. "We follow each other, but that's all."

"Then we need to do something about that! Mase, if you win the Champions League, you must convince Chelsea to have her play at your party."

"I'll try. That would atually be really cool."

"What do you say?Are you up for it?" Rich asks me.

"I would love that, yes" I say. "Now you just have to win, Mason."

"We'll try" he laughs. "And on the 90 minutes."

"Perfect" I smile.

"Mase, bro. Thank you very much for these 5 minutes, we really appreciate it" Rich says.

"Of course, bro."

"Good luck on the final" I say.

"Thank you very much" he replies.

"Mason Mount, ladies and gentlemen!" Rich adds.

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"That was smooth" I say once the radio show is over.

"What do you mean?" Rich asks.

"Playing matchmaker with me and Mount?"

"I wasn't doing that."

"Of course not, Rich" I say, rolling my eyes.

"Ok, fine, maybe a bit. But it's because I think you would make a really nice couple. And you do find him hot."

"Whatever. I just hope we aren't on all the headlines tomorrow."

"I can already see it. The dj and the football star, flirting live on the radio" he laughs.

"Exactly" I say, elbowing him on the ribs.

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"You won't believe who just called" my agent says.

"I'm all ears."

"Chelsea."

"Who?" I ask while looking for a sweatshirt on my wardrobe. 

"The football team, you silly! They want you to play at the private party they are throwing to celebrate the Champions League!"

"Really?"

"Yep! Looks like Mount did as he promised..."

"Yeah" I say, focusing on finding that damn sweatshirt to keep me from thinking too much about it. About Mason asking his team to have me at their party.

"Maybe he fancies you."

"Mason Mount? Fancying me?" I snort. 

"Yes, you. You would make a really nice couple, you know."

"Don't be like Rich, please."

"I don't know what you are talking about. But we better find you a good outfit, you must look hotter than ever."

"Why?"

"Just in case..." my agent smirks.

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"This song goes for the goal scorer" I say, the first notes of "One Kiss" starting to play. 

While everyone starts cheering and singing, I look for Mason among the crowd. 

🎶 And I know that you'll still wanna see me

On the Sunday morning, music real loud

Let me love you while the moon is still out 🎶

When I finally spot him, he is smiling, his eyes fixed on me. I smile back, and he raises his glass, starting to sing the chorus of the song.

🎶 One kiss is all it takes

Falling in love with me

Possibilities

I look like all you need 🎶

After that, I have to look down, my cheeks burning. But my moment of shyness doesn't last long. When the next verse starts, I look for him again, meeting his eyes and now being the one who is singing, a cocky smile on his face while he watches me.

🎶 I just wanna feel your skin on mine

Feel your eyes do the exploring

Passion in the message when you smile

Take my time

Something in you lit up heaven in me

The feeling won't let me sleep

'Cause I'm lost in the way you move, the way you feel 🎶

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"Someone wants to meet you."

"Who?" I ask while I get changed.

"The goal scorer" my agent says with the biggest grin. 

"Mason?"

"Yep. Do I ask him to come in?"

"I..." I say, looking around the little room Chelsea set for me to use as a dressings room. It is a mess. "I guess. But wait."

"What?"

"How do I look?"

"Gorgeous" my agent winks before leaving.

"Ok" I say to myself while taking deep breaths. Why am I this nervous? He is just a guy. One to whom I basically sang that I want to have sex with him, but just a guy.

"That was an amazing show."

"Oh shit!" I jump. 

"I'm sorry, I should have knocked before coming in."

"No, it's ok, it's ok" I smile. "I was just... Thinking."

"About anything in particular?" Mason asks with a cheeky smile.

"Just one song that I didn't sound like I wanted" I lie.

"Well, like I said... That was amazing, I loved it. And so did everyone else."

"Thank you, it means a lot. And congratulations on winning the Champions League."

"Thank you" he smiles. "And since we are thanking things, thank you for dedicating me my favourite song."

"Oh, that was nothing" I say with a nervous laugh.

"I think it actually was something" he says, taking a few steps forward towards me.

"What do you mean?"

"I just wanna feel your skin on mine, feel your eyes do the exploring”. You sang that to me."

"Did I?" I gulp.

"Yep" he says, licking his lips and making me feel... Things, like Rich said on the radio.

"I was... I just..."

"You..." he says, now standing very close to me.

"It's just a song" I shrug.

"One that you wrote."

"Yes."

"And is it true what it says? That one kiss is all it takes to fall in love with you?"

"I..." 

"I want to see if it's true" Mason whispers while his thumb caresses my cheek.

"You... Do?"

"I do" he whispers again, his lips almost touching mine. "And then..."

"And then?" I ask. 

"Might need your company tonight" he smiles, quoting another verse of the song before finally kissing me.

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Marmoris (Chapter Four)

Edited-ish. ~1.5k words

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Kiara’s gaze catches yours after you both step outside into the parking lot. Another afternoon shift is complete, which gives you the early evening hours free to do as you please. The urge to go home, slip into comfy sweats, and pick a good romcom feels like the right thing to do.

“Where are you headed?” She asks.

“Home.”

She tips her head to the side, confusion on her face. “Not the beach party?”

“God no,” you huff with a shake of your head. The thought of spending the evening and into the night with all the kooks, while they get drunk and try to hit on one another, is not as appealing as it used to be. Besides, you were avoiding a certain kook. You fidget with your nails as you hide your face from Kiara’s view. The embarrassment of the schoolboy crush he has for you flaming your face. “Kelce has a crush, and as much as the kook population would love it, I’m not interested, so I’m steering clear until he gets over it.”

She cracks a smile at that. “Why not tell Kelce you aren’t interested?”

“I have.”

“Ah.”

“Yep,” you pop the p as you step off the curb next to your car. “Guess the dead boyfriend grace period is up in his mind.” You deadpan, and her lips part in surprise for a moment.

“I didn’t even realize.”

You shrug before redirecting the conversation. “What about you?”

“I think I might go surfing.”

You smile, she loved surfing.

“Want to come?”

“Kie,” you start as you lean against your car. “I don’t surf. I have no clue how to surf other than a few failed attempts when Kasey and I first started dating, and he insisted on teaching me.”

“I can teach you.” She shrugs. “And that way I’m not alone.”

“Where are the Pogues?”

“I don’t know.”

You smile at her. Being friends again felt nice, and her asking to spend time with you felt even better. “Okay but promise this does not get back to my dad. He’d freak out.”

She frowns then, her dark gaze flickering to your temple. The end of your scar is visible, and you try to be subtle as you reach up to cover the marred skin.

“No one, but us will know.”

“All right,” you grin. “Meet at the beach in thirty? I need to change and make sure they aren’t going to be looking for me.”

“Yep!” She grins. “You’ll need a board, right?”

“Please!” You call, and she gives you a thumbs-up before you split to go your separate ways.

After trading your work clothes for a bikini and checking that no one is looking for you, you head for the favored surfing spot. The drive is short, music filling the car, and the summer air filtering in through the open windows and sunroof. The late afternoon sun feels good against your skin, and you cannot help but truly smile for the first time in what feels like ages.

The trill of phone ringing has you fishing it out of your bag and answering it after seeing Sarah’s name on the screen.

“Hello?”

“Where are you?”

“Driving to the beach to meet Kiara.”

She is quiet for a moment. “Did you guys make up or something?”

“Something,” you respond. You will respect their differences and allow them to make up on their own if that is what they want. “Where are you?”

“At the party. Are you not coming?”

“I said I wasn’t.”

You can tell she is frowning without even needing to be there.

“I haven’t seen you in days.”

“Not my fault, Sis.”

She huffs, and you can picture her pacing away from the party. The faint thrum of music tells you it is already a steady crowd of kooks and maybe some tourists.

“Did you guys go out to Mase?”

“No, we stayed closer to home this time. Which is why you should come!”

“I’m not coming, Sarah,” you sigh, turning onto the road that led to the parking lot of the beach spot. “I’m going… surfing.”

“You’re joking.”

“Nope.” You keep your voice neutral in hopes she will not overreact and potentially spill the secret.

“You are the weirdest sibling ever.”

“You know you love me.” You quip back, and she laughs, which makes you smile. “This stays a secret, promise? Dad would flip if he found out.”

“Promise. I’m not telling. I think it’s great. You need to live again.”

“Thanks, Sarah.” You cannot help but smile now. “See you tonight at home?”

“Sure. Have fun!”

“You too!” You end the call as you turn into the lot. A wider smile spreads across your face. It is going to be a great day.

Kiara is waiting for you in the parking lot. Her long legs swing back and forth as she sits in the back of the Xterra. She smiles as soon as she spots you pulling in. A wave is directed your way before she hops down and starts to pull the straps from the boards secured to the roof of the truck.

“Wait for me,” you whine once you are out of the car and jogging over. “It’s the least I can do.”

You reach for the end of the board as she climbs up higher to get a better hold while you help her lower it. You grab the other one next before she locks the truck, and you both grasp the board.

You smile, relishing the moment of being friends again. “Kiara…”

“Yeah?” She sticks her board in the sand before peeling her tank top off.

“Thanks for being my friend again.”

She smiles, but you do not miss the haunted look behind that smile. “I’m glad we talked. I blamed you for too much of what happened when you were trying to recover and piece yourself back together.”

You smile weakly, Kasey’s face flashing through your mind.

“How has that been?” She asks, her voice softer while she pauses removing her shorts to stare at you. “It’s been just over a year.”

“Thirteen months.” You smile sadly. “It was extremely difficult at first. I almost did not want to be here anymore because of it. I struggled with why I lived, and he didn’t.”

She frowns but lets you continue to talk through the thoughts filling your head.

“The ache never goes away, not really, you just learn to live with it.” You offer, meeting her gaze and trying to fight the burn of tears at the same time. “I miss him. I miss him every day. But I know he would not want me to be in this cage. He’d be so angry if he knew how much I was being shielded.”

“Do you want to be shielded?”

“No,” you whisper. “I want to be free again, but I’m scared at the same time. Getting the job at The Wreck is my first step.”

“This will be your second,” she offers.

“It will be,” you agree. “But I’m so scared. I’m scared to get hurt again.”

Kiara crosses the small distance between you and pulls you into her arms. You hug her back, only realizing the tears have broken free when you see the wet mark they have left on her shoulder.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” you whisper, taking a step back, and wiping at your eyes.

“Hey, no, it’s okay,” she coos as she rubs your shoulder. “Friends are meant to be a shoulder to cry on.”

You smile weakly, drying the last of your tears. “I'm sure the pogues love the idea of you making friends with a kook again."

She laughs, but rolls her shoulders. "They don't care."

You giving her a disbelieving look.

"Okay," she looks away, lips pressing together in a tight line for a moment. "JJ cares."

"Not surprising. I'm sure he told you that we had a run in and it was not pleasant."

"He did."

You frown, looking at your feet. "I was not kind."

"He was not either from what I heard."

A sad smile tugs are your lips. "I just wish he'd realize some of us do not care about this stupid classist bullshit."

"He will eventually."

"Fingers crossed," you mutter, not believe for a second that he would. "We should surf. Being in the ocean fixes everything.”

She grins and nods in agreement before you finish removing your clothes. Once you are down to your favorite green bikini, you grab your board and follow her to the water. You both paddle out, bright smiles on your faces now as the cold water laps at your legs while you straddle your boards.

“How far have your lessons gone?”

“I stood up once but fell after a few seconds.”

She giggles, and you roll your eyes dramatically, making her laugh.

“Alright, I’ll catch one, you watch me, and then you can try, and I’ll see what we are working with.” “Sounds good to me.”

(Chapter Five)

#outer banks #obx #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x you #obx jj maybank #jj maybank x kook!reader #jj maybank obx #outer banks jj maybank #jj maybank x y/n

[longeyelashedtragedy]

visited upon the sons excerpt (the beginning)

He really should put it in a box. Make it nice for Mason. It’s what Mason deserves.

Does the shirt deserve the box, though?  It’s almost a funny thought really—a shirt deserving something.  It’s just a piece of fabric.  Leeds.  65th minute. Spinning around the corner flag.

No, but it’s not—it never could be.

He’ll give it to Mason all wrinkled. Mason won’t mind. His eyes will light up and he’ll say can I keep it Frank? Can I keep it?

Yes please Mason love, take it away. But first—

“You’re doing the weird thing,” Mason breathes.  Mason of the social media generation never on his phone.  Mason paying too much attention, at nineteen, at twenty, at twenty and four months paying too much attention.  Mason still in love.

“What’s that?”

“I thought you wouldn’t do it when we were alone.”

“What’s the weird thing?  Mason?”

“Thinking.”

Would be quite nice if thinking was what it was.

“Thinking is part of my job.  It’s what they pay me to do. And it’s why we get to be together every day, right?”

“But—I’m here.”

Mason is here. Mason is here and he’s going to get a present that he doesn’t know about yet. He’s so easy to surprise, his Mason. Mason, in Mason’s own words, “down for anything—with you.” And so far Mason hasn’t lied. Mason, Mason.  

Mason, his Mason—It’s the repetition that dulls the emotions (some people would call that repression, wouldn’t they, but that word implies something wrong with one’s mental state and there’s nothing wrong at all) till he only feels the one he wants.

“You are here, Mase. I’m sorry. Definitely won’t be doing any more of the thinking.”

Mason crawling forward across the sofa. Mason’s soft stare. His soft breaths, his soft lips.

“Let’s get us something to drink, okay, Mase?”

“But then you have to get up. I’m comfortable.”

“Well you’re staying over, aren’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Then we’ll make sure we’re comfortable later. Come on—I have something new.”

Mason doesn’t get off until he creeps his fingers up Mason’s sides and under his arms. A little sweaty. He’s just come from his workout. As instructed—work out before you come but don’t wash up too much.

Mason giggles and twitches and slides off his lap. His eyes are so soft. Oh, Mason—

“Have you ever had rosé, Mase?”

Then he remembers the mostly-empty bottle of beer he’s left on the table by the sofa, now that he’s not sitting down and blocking it, and Mason reads his mind and looks right at it. His eyebrows raise and then curl together.  

He ought to set a better example for Mason. Funny that out of all the things they do it’s this that makes him think fuck, I’m a bad example aren’t I? But Jamie always drank. With Dad and Uncle Harry. It’s how it was back then.

“Rosé? Uh, maybe. I don’t remember, I’m not like a wine person. That’s your thing.”

“Could be your thing too, love. Don’t limit yourself.”

He collects it all—wine glasses, opener, the bottle. He calls into the other room. “I’ll just bring us the whole bottle, okay? I think you’ll like it.”

#for some reason i don't yet want to add the flashback excerpts #so i'll go with my gut #fic saga #visited upon the sons #into the lampardverse #it gets darker than this part lets on lmao #(dont want to put them on tungelr i mean) #(the draft is mostly flashbacks atm)

[btsqualityy]

Just something wholesome of Mason trying to have a nice day off to himself, but everyone in his house needs him. In the end, he finds peace in Aiden’s treehouse with his quietest kid! Very vague but yeah! Thanks Shay!

Mason was resting on the couch, finally having enough time to himself to crack open the newest book that he had ordered. Having been so busy with his own company and everything that came along with it, he was happy to finally have some time to breathe.

"Mase?" Kinsley called as she walked into the living room, freezing when she saw Mason with his book.

"What's up Princess?" Mason replied, lowering his book.

"I was gonna ask if you could listen to this track for me but if you're busy, it can wait."

"No, it's fine," he smiled, setting his book to the side and standing up. "I always have time for you baby."

30 minutes later, after helping Kinsley make some tweaks to her latest song, Mason was on his way back to the living room when he ran into Junior.

"Hey Dad, can you help me with my science project?" Junior requested. "I thought it was going ok but it's not turning out how I thought."

"You probably just used too much of something," Mason replied. "Come on." After spending an additional 45 minutes helping Junior adjust the measurements of his ingredients to make his paper mache volcano explode, he had just barely stepped out of his bedroom before Brooklyn came bounding up to him.

"Daddy! My dolls' hair fell out!" She screamed in horror, holding her doll in one hand and the strands of hair in the other.

"Oh, that's because this doll is pretty old, love," he explained to her gently. "That happens sometimes."

"Can you fix it?"

"How would I fix it?" he chuckled.

"Glue!" Brooklyn exclaimed and Mason's face drained of color when he realized how serious his youngest daughter was.

An hour and a half later, after meticulously gluing every weft back onto the doll's head, Mason was ready to drop to the ground in exhaustion when Kennedy ran up to him.

"Daddy, are you ok?" She wondered.

"I'm fine baby girl, just a little tired," he replied.

"Oh," she replied softly and Mason knew from that tone in her voice that she wanted something.

"What is it baby?"

"I, I was gonna ask if you could tune the piano for me," she said. "But you don't have to if you're tired!"

"Come on, it won't take me long," Mason said, leading her to their music room. After 15 minutes of tuning the piano to Kennedy's liking, he made a beeline for the living room. Grabbing his book, he began to head for the one place he knew no one would look for him.

........................................................................

"Are you comfy, Daddy?" Aiden checked and Mason nodded from his spot in Aiden's treehouse.

"I'm comfy Aiden, thank you," Mason chuckled and Aiden nodded in approval before he went back to watching his show on his tablet.

That's how the two of them passed the rest of the afternoon, quietly chilling together up in the biggest tree in their backyard.

#btsqualityy drabbles #drabble day 2

[esnyshire]

amateur pt. 5

summary: In part five of amateur, we continue on with the date between Harry and Love and see how the night leads. Finally some actual private time.

warning: some light spanking, nicknames, horrible dad (joke(s)) humor, finally some private, simple, laying down on the bed sex, needy sex, a battle between the dom, the music I picked for these chaps rockkkkk, some good ole smut

wc: 4.2k

♫ What You Want by Mase

The night sky is pitch black, the only light we have is the moon illuminating our surroundings. Harry wasted no time in leaving the club after I met who I needed to meet and brought me to a food truck. The entire ride consisted of nothing but full-on foodie commentary. I didn't interrupt him not once, taking in all his words. I'm not used to him talking so much, so I give him center stage and he takes it gladly.

He said they make the best rice and lamb he's ever tasted, but he reminded me that it's with little knowledge of food from around the world so his words hold little to no importance. I still listened to him ramble on about it though. I'm sitting on the top of his car, the heat emitting from the hood of the car warming my body on this particularly cold summer night. My tiny plastic bowl is filled to the brim with white rice and lamb chunks, so greasy and hot you can see the steam above it. Harry is shoving spoonfuls of food in his mouth, scarfing it down like he hasn't eaten all day. He loves this food truck food. A giggle leaves my lips as I look down at my food.

"I'm already full, and I've barely scratched the surface. Were they trying to feed a village with my order?" I laugh as I force the spoon into my mouth.

"That's the beauty of this truck! That's exactly why I love it. It's cheap and good quality for a lot of food. I almost always have leftovers." He smile is bright and his cheeks are full with food like a cute hungry hamster. "But you shouldn't force yourself to eat Love, you'll get sick." He puts his foot down and grabs mine out of my hands. He flips the top on and seals it closed.

"C'mon, let me take you home. It's getting late." He says putting all the food away in the bag. It was close to two o'clock, the date only just started and it's already ending. I don't want to leave him yet. It was like he could read my mind cause the next thing he said made me appreciate how attentive he really is. "Unless you'd like to come to my place. Spend the night with me?" He asks, smirking at me with his one dimple on display.

"I'd like that."

"Great." He nods, holding out his hand for me. He helps me off and in the car.

*

"I've always wanted to go camping,  to see the stars, and hear the animals at night." He watches the road, speaking out.

We've gone down every rabbit hole of conversation. Changing topics every couple of seconds, rambling on about whatever comes to mind. It's nice to know I can speak to someone like this, it's always so hard making friends. Nobody my age relates to me. It's a lot harder than it looks, being alone all the time. So, being with Harry tonight is something I'm not used to. I am enjoying myself though.

"Oh god, no I hate bugs. Imagine all the bugs." I cringe at the thought of having to go camping. "Don't make me do it." I plead.

"Oh, you're coming. I can't go by myself. What will happen when I don't have you to throw at the bears to save myself!" He emphasizes.

"Ouch! I thought what we had was special!" I gasp at his joke.

"I'll mourn you, don't stress. Everyone will know you for your bravery."

"But, I'm too pretty to die!" I yell in ear as he drives.

"Hm, it's a pity. Your beauty would go to waste." He peeks at me through his peripheral vision.

"A compliment and a promise to sacrifice me in one go! You sure know how to charm a lady." I quip.

"It's a gift."

The car goes silent, aside from the music playing.

♫ So Fresh, So Clean by Outkast.

He taps the steering wheel, in his world. He speaks into silence.

"I don't know much about you. Tell me a few things I'd never know unless you told me specifically."

"Uh, let me think." I actually have to think about this. I've never had a partner ask me questions about my life. It's usually just sex and then they're out the door.

"Nothing is off limits" he says quickly.

"Well, my name is Amor Morales. But I go by Love. But, you knew that already." I giggle a little at the obvious. "I live by myself. I've had Finnegan since I was thirteen." I continue with little facts about myself, filling him in on things from my life. He listens, nodding and humming in response.

"I've always been clumsy! It's not cute." I cover my face, red after explaining to him how I fell in front of a train station full of strangers.

"I've missed a lot." He lazily smiles, shaking his head.

"Oh, what part did you miss?"

The light turns red and the car slows down. He takes his hand off the wheel and lays it on his thighs, turning his torso to face me.

"Have you ever met someone, and realized you've gone through life completely wrong?" He asks, squinting his eyes. He sounds like he's asking himself the question as well. I don't hesitate with my answer, wanting nothing more than for him to know I feel the same way.

"Yeah, you."

"You're only twenty-three, Love." He deadpans.

"Exactly, yet I feel like it's been completely wrong up until two days ago."

The light turns green, but he doesn't drive. He just stares at me, like what is in front of him isn't real. I hope he knows I feel the same way. The rest of the drive is silent and to my surprise, Harry's house is only around the block from mine. I've passed his house more times than I can even count.

He parks in his driveway, collecting all the food and walking to his door. "There's a key under the doormat, can you open the door for me?" He asks politely, whispering slightly. It's pretty late and sound echoes off of the houses very easily in this neighborhood. Of course, he's polite in that way. The last thing I need is rumors of us stumbling home at three in the morning. I grab the key and open the door, letting myself in first to hold the door.

"Make yourself at home, I'll go put the food in the fridge."

"Okay, I'll be here." I take slow steps into the living room, looking at everything in view.

It's big. Bigger than my house that's for sure. His walls are the nicest cream color, with one brown accent wall. There are pictures framed everywhere, cute little kids running around on the grass. People laughing, drinking and eating together. The family in these photos looks so happy, I can't help but question why Harry isn't in any of them.

There's no sign of life in the living room. No flowers, no pets. Not even fruits are displayed on his dining room table.

His house is so clean and prim, I didn't expect anything different, honestly. He holds himself on such a high pedestal, between his neatly decorated nails every two weeks and his constantly trimmed hair i shouldn't have doubted it in the first place.

♫ Can We by SWV

I don't hear him come into the living, the only thing signaling he's near is his chest against my head. He hovers over me, reaching for my hair and pulling it to the side. My neck is empty aside from my chain, he guides his hand along my shoulder, leaving a hot trail of goosebumps up to my jaw.

I close my eyes in bliss, feeling like the room is closing in on me. Every time I've been with him it's been in public or the locker room. The risk of being caught was the whole reason it felt so good but being here in his house with only him, ignites a fire in my stomach. He's slow with his touches, his face is inches from my skin. His hot breath fans over my neck, causing me to take a sharp breath in.

My body has a mind of its own and goes limp. It's a different feeling than I'm used to, an indescribable head rush. I'm going to tip over any second. No one has ever gotten me to lose my train of thought this easily, I can barely think of what I want to do. I just want him to touch me more.

"Would you like a drink? I have wine." He says, removing his body from my vicinity.

"I'm good, can you touch me?" My words are rushed as I take his hands from behind me, placing them back around me. My fingers slip into his as I guide them up to my torso and my breasts. I grip around his hand, directing him to grope me as freely as he wants.

My head falls back on him, enjoying every feeling I'm getting from his hands. They're large and his cold rings brush against my warm stomach, a soft moan slips from my lips.

"Of course." He says in my ear, I hold in a scoff as I roll my eyes. He's loving this right now. How I'm acting is submissive. Normally I would be reluctant, but seeing him try to take over makes me enjoy it even more. I can hear the smile in his words.

"Oh god, thank you," I say, not intending to thank him, but I do.

"Can I kiss you," He asks. His voice so deep, my core involuntarily clenches from his salacious words. I already feel my composure start to dissolve. Quicker than I want it to.

I don't answer, I turn around in his arms and attach my lips to his. They are soft and the smell of him wafts through my nostrils causing me to sigh into the kiss. Just the simple request to touch me has me reeling, I've never been one to care too much about consent. Especially for something so innocent as a kiss. He begins to touch me, rubbing my arms gently as his lips move against mine. The kiss is so mind numbingly slow, I feel like the air is being sucked from my lungs. He slides his hands to my waist, pulling me closer into his body.

His hands travel up my back, rubbing and clawing against the thin fabric of my top. He plays with the hem of my crop top, silently requesting to take it off. I break the kiss, momentarily allowing him to lift my shirt over my head. He mindlessly throws it behind him, pushing his body into mine the second his hands become free. My now bare chest is firmly against his. His heart is beating so fast, I feel the thump of it. His heart matches the speed of my own.

"Don't be nervous, I'll take care of you," I say against his lips, playing with the hairs behind his ears.

He nods slowly, keeping his attention on my face. He kisses me again, my lips envelop him completely as he hoists me up by my thighs.

"My beautiful boy. Tell me what you want."

"Touch me."

I do as he asks, rubbing my fingers under the hem of his shirt, slowly walking my fingers up his torso. My hands feel over his moth tattoo, taking in every curve and line on his skin. My eyes are closed as I continue my journey around his body. I search for the buttons to his shirt, unbuttoning them as I make my way up. Sliding my hands towards his hips, an eruption of goosebumps perk up all over his skin. I make my way to his shoulders, sliding the fabric off. My lips land on his chest as I pepper small kisses all over, leaving small wet spots as I move to his nipple. I breathe softly against his skin, causing his nipple to harden. I slowly lick on his nipple, and a sneaky gasp falls from his lips. His entire demeanor changes when I start a wet trail with my tongue, going down his torso. I'm slow with my travel to the place I want him so badly, the eye contact between us only driving me to show him exactly how much I've needed this all day.

Right when I go to reach for the hem of his pants two large hands grab my own, he pulls me up to stand and then lifts me off the floor and into his arms. A squeal leaves my lips as I go flying up to his face. My legs go around his waist as I try to steady my breathing. The laugh that leaves Harry's lips echoing off the tall walls around us, it's rich and contagious. I slowly join in with laughter, eating up every ounce of his perfect smile. Our smiles slowly fade as I stare at him with his head back, still delirious from his laughing fit. He looks at me through hooded eyes, so drunk off the feelings coursing through us both.

"Can we go upstairs?" I take initiative, not wanting Harry's shy attitude to get the best of him.

He had his fun experimenting, but I know he wants me to take the lead tonight. Watching him let his guard down, It's one of my new favorite things to do.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" I grab his throat, putting pressure in the right places.

He doesn't answer, letting out a big exhale of breath. His grip on my thighs loosens, causing me to tighten them around his waist to keep myself up.

His eyes begin to flutter, just as I yank his face closer to me.

I grit my teeth in annoyance, "I asked you a fucking question, Harry. Answer me."

"Love. Y-yes, Love." He stutters from the lack of oxygen going to his brain, "Please." He begs.

I grab his jaw and speak into his ear. "Get upstairs, now."

He holds me for dear life on his hip, speed walking to the steps, with every step he takes a huff of breath escapes his lips. He's impatient after the first half of steps and proceeds to skip up the rest of the way up. We enter his bedroom, having no time to look around. He throws me on the bed, quickly getting on top. His lips attached to my chest, kissing and sucking. My most sensitive area is my nipples. They're tender and pink, ready to be in between his teeth. The excitement in me only grows when he flips me over, so I'm on top of him. Willingly giving power over him, he doesn't realize what he's just done.

My beautiful boy.

He goes for his pants, rushing with his buckle to get it undone. I smack his hand away, he looks at me stunned by my actions.

He conflicts with himself, unsure if he should be mad or turned on with me smacking him. The smack was light, nothing to cause any bruises. A small tint of red begins to show, which causes me to bite my lower lip in satisfaction. Every time I touch him, it's like he's constantly thinking about if he likes what I did or not.

"You like that, baby?"

He nods.

"Wanna try it with me?"

His eyes widen, I grab his hand and bring it to my face. He palms my cheek as I look at him. It's a small reassurance, that I'm here and everything will be fine.

"You can say no. Only if you want to." I make sure he knows he doesn't have to do anything he doesn't want.

"I do," he timidly says, "where?"

"People pick differently, my ass, my thighs, my hands, even my face even." Im still sat on his dick, rubbing dangerously close to my core. The second I said my face, I felt him twitch against me.

"Let's play it safe, smack my ass whenever you want. Okay?" He nods quickly.

I shake my head, smiling down at him. I grab one of his shoulders and guide him back up to me. My fingers slip in his hair as I take a handful and pull. He hisses as I bring his face to mine.

"Use your words, my dirty boy."

"Okay." He says.

"Safe." He whispers.

"Yeah." He's dazed, barely comprehending his babbling.

I push him back down onto the bed and climb off of him, opening his buckle and unbuttoning his pants. I struggle to get his pants off but eventually, they come sliding off. He's so hard, it's like a tent in his boxers. I can't help but feel bad, I rub on his erection feeling him throb across my hand. A pained moan comes from his throat, as his hips buck off the mattress. His hands instinctively grab hold of the sheets. Anything to keep his grounded. Chills erupt all over my arms from excitement, feeling overcome with the need to get him to come.

I peel his boxers off his body, in no mood to take my time anymore. My hands are sweating and my mind is racing with all the things I can do to him. He's patiently waiting for me to do something, anything to ease his pained pleasure.

"I want you to fuck me," I say, the air around us is warm and overwhelmingly smells like him. I want to scream with how wound up I am. "Take off my skirt, please. Just rip it off."

He looks at me in confusion, I dig my nails into the skin on his chest. I plead with him through my eyes, not able to verbally explain why I need his help. I'm going crazy. He winces at the pain, but his body betrays him as his mouth flies open and a gruntled moan escapes his lips. He quickly grips the slit near my legs and pulls apart the skirt, the loud tear just makes me clench even harder. I hear my heart beating so loudly in my ears, i feel so needy for him to fuck me already.

I sit on my knees, hovering over him as I grab hold of his dick. His head is pink and sensitive, I start to pump with one hand, my other on his chest holding myself up.

He's breathless, looking down at my body above him. His hands reach out for me but he snatches them back to his head, gripping his hair so hard. He slides his hands to the back of his head resting on them like a pillow.

"Oh god." He says, frantically looking down at my hand and back up to my face.

I take my free hand and slide my thong to the side, "Do you have a condom?" I ask.

"N-no, I haven't needed them." He is not coherent as he speaks.

"My beautiful boy, I need you to pay attention, or I can't do anything with you." I sternly say, making it known I can't continue if he doesn't cooperate.

His eyes flutter open, looking up at me. "I'm here, Love." He seems more awake which makes me smile. I press a kiss to his chest.

"Good boy," I say, kissing down his chest. "Now, tell me, am I allowed to fuck you raw? My last checkup was three weeks ago and I'm on birth control."

He nods. "I'm okay with that." He breathes out. "Please, please just fuck me." He pants, grabbing at my arm to continue stroking him.

"So needy." I giggle at him. "Anything for you."

I grab his hard cock and direct his tip to my clit, slowly sliding him between my lips. From the contact, my jaw practically unhinges due to the pleasure that throbs through my lower half.

"Fuck, Harry." I slowly slide his tip in my entrance, no longer wanting to tease him and drag this on. I push myself down on his dick, sliding down with ease. It sounds wet and he feels so deep inside me, my eyes shut closed with pleasure. I make my way back up, only to forcefully push myself down again. I keep a steady pace, bouncing on him. He watches with wide eyes, seeing himself disappear inside me. This position is good, but not good enough.

I quickly sit up, turning around and getting back on my knees. I'm now facing away from him, with my ass in his face. I look over my shoulder, only to see him blankly staring.

"Cowgirl." I calmly say. I take hold of him and sink down.

"Oh my fucking god!" He yells, being taken off guard with the new angle. I bounce my ass, wasting no time in building up in speed. My strokes are short and deliberate. I look back over my shoulder, his eyes are squeezed shut and his curls are all over his forehead. He looks breathtaking.

I take one of my hands and begin to rub my clit, my vagina clenches around his dick as I run fast pace circles directly on the nerve I know so well.

"Talk to me, Harry," I say in between gasps.

"You- you feel so good." He grunts, holding my hips and pulling me onto his dick. My movements turn rough as my ass slams against his groin.

"Such a good boy, what's- oh god, what's my name?" It's becoming harder and harder to talk.

"Love, fuck. It's love, just love." He moans out. "Only you."

"That's right, now spank me."

I don't even have to repeat myself because right when the words leave my lips his hand comes cracking down my left ass cheek.

Oh, yes! Just like that. Again." I force my voice out. Another smack echos through the room. A pleasured moan crawls out of my throat.

"Harder." I grit out, wanting nothing more than for him to fuck me until I can't walk anymore. This time, it's with a heavy hand. He smacks the same cheeks in the same spot, causing my back to arch from the pain. It feels so good and travels to my core as I continue to throw my ass on his dick.

I'm so dazed in the moment, I don't realize he's lifted me off of him, and he's now on his knees. My back is to him as he grabs my neck and pulls me into his chest. A gasp leaves my lips from his harsh movement, still throbbing from his constant pounding into my pussy.

"Living up to the dirty boy nickname I see, want to fuck me from behind?" I smirk at his eagerness to take over.

"Dirty boy, yeah." He deliriously says, putting his tip at my entrance and slamming into me.

"Oh fuck!"

His grip on my neck tightens as he fucks me, i guide his other hand to my clit, and move his fingers in a side to side motion. He's rough in all the right ways and quick with the snap of his hip. It's just how I've always wanted it. He's holding my neck in the exact right places, my head starts to go fuzzy as I feel the build start-up in my lower abdomen. All the air is being sucked out of me, I feel his balls slap against my wet skin, making a heavenly sound.

"Mm, you like it rough?" I ask, barely able to get a word out.

He doesn't answer, so I clench around him. He hunches onto me, a grunt leaves his lips as I kegel around him again.

"Yes, yes, yes! Don't stop that, Love." He sounds panicked.

When my name leaves his lips, the build-up to my orgasm skips steps and starts to tip over quicker than expected.

"Harry, fuck I'm close."

He continues his ferocious movements on my clit and thrusts into me so rough, I know I won't be able to walk. I smile at the thought.

"Come with me, Love."

As if he commanded it, my orgasm breaks through its threshold and hits me like a tidal wave. My voice gets caught in my throat as I try to scream out. Harry cums right after me, twitching above me. Mumbling out my name repeatedly, to the point where he has no voice left in him. He collapses on me, no longer able to keep himself up. The room is hot and smells like sex, the sheets are stuck to our skin as we come down from our highs. He eventually comes to and lifts himself up and out of me. He falls next to me with a thud, looking at me with a face I can only describe as pleased. He smiles at me. I giggle when he wipes the sweat from his forehead.

"That wasn't very amateur of you." He takes in my words, shaking his head in confusion. Suddenly he realizes and bursts into a fit of laughter. I join in right after, his contagious laugh bringing it out of me.

And to think this is my same shy lifeguard.

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[mountttmase]

HELLO LOVELY I MISSED THEMMM

‘Am I dead?’ Mason asked, his voice slightly croaky. It was the first thing he’d said to you since waking up and you felt the panic wash through you thinking there might be something wrong. Before you had a chance to speak or ask what was happening, Masons dad was laughing at him, shaking his head as he took a few steps over to his son. HE DID NOT🤣🤣🤣

‘Why is there an angel next to me then?’ He loudly whispered, he gaze meeting yours and even though his was drugged up to the eyeballs you could tell he was a little unsure of what was going on. That didn’t stop you from blushing though as his parents laughed even harder and Mason became even more confused. MOUNT AHHAHAHA 🤣🤣

‘Wait, do you not remember who I am?’ You asked, a slight panic in your voice as you got a bit closer to him, his far off stare not really helping but the warm ditzy smile that spread across his face made you realise he was just playing. THE LITTLE PIECE OF S... REMEMBERS YOU WELL BABY

‘Have I still got my balls?’ CAN YOU IMAGINE IF HE REALLY ASKED THAT TO HIS PARENTS?🤣🤭

‘I’m hungry and a bit sleepy’ THAT'S ME EVERY MOMENT OF EVERYDAY

‘I can still hear you know? They didn’t remove my ears whilst I was out’ HE'S A LITTLE BABY

‘And you’ll call when he’s ready to come home?’ SHE'S LIKE A BEAR MOM🤭

Seeing him awake in bed made you feel lighter than you thought it would of and you took a seat next to him on the end he of his bed so you could hold his hand, causing him to look up at you with a smile and even though he was still a little dazed you could see the love behind his eyes. THIS ARE MY MUM AND MY DAD, SAY HIII

‘But you’ve only just got here. I’ll miss you’ OOO CUTIEEE

‘They taped my dick to my tummy and I think it’s still up there’ he told you, the pain killers clearly removing any sort of filter he had and you had to hold in a laugh as he shut his eyes and got settled. AHAHHAHAH LOZ

‘Okay, Mase. Just… go to sleep’ you told him quietly, sliding off the bed but keeping your hand in his as you watched him drift off. All you could think about was how much of a pain in the arse he was but he was your pain in the arse and watching him sleep so peacefully made your eyes sting. You knew it was only a small procedure and in reality he would be fine but you’d never had a loved one in this position and it had freaked you out a bit. However seeing him okay after all of it calmed you and soon after he shut his eyes you let yourself drift off with him for 20 minutes. HOW FAR HAVE WE GONE? NOW SHE ADMITTS HE IS HER PAIN IN THE ARSE🤭🤭🤭

You had work the next day so you left mason with his parents to be babied for the day but you loved coming home to dinner made for you by his mum and you sat on the sofa with Masons arms around you to the point it was a bit difficult to eat. HE'S A KOALA NOT A HUMAN AND WE LOVE THAT

‘Yeah, although I’m guessing the work doesn’t stop here huh?’ You laughed, looking down at Mason who laughed before nuzzling into your arm. NO TRUST ME, I THINK IT WAS BETTER GOING AT YOUR TRUE JOB

You were wrong though, asides from reminding him about his medication and having to get up and down to get him snacks and drinks, he was relatively easy to look after and soon enough Masons parents were packing up to leave. WO, THAT'S A SURPRISE

‘I know you will, love. The no one else I’d leave him with apart from you’ she told you honestly, the pair of you looking at each other with glossy eyes as you pulled apart. ‘Now you call if you need absolutely anything. We’ll be here as quick as we can’ Y/N HAS A MUM NOW AND WE LOVE THAT FOR OUR GIRL

‘Thank you for looking after me, I love you’ he mumbled, settling into your touch as you leant down to kiss his nose, whispering you loved him too as the corners of his lips curved up slightly. THE MAN OF MY DREAMS

‘Oh that’s nice. When are you seeing her next?’ IT'S YOUR NEW BESTIE MOUNTTT

‘You won’t be, Woody was talking about coming over tomorrow and you deserve some time away from me. You’ve been looking after me all week, love. I’ll be alright I promise’ WHEN I TELL YOU THAT HE'S A MAN THAT'S WHAT I MEAN

‘Very sure. In fact, why don’t you ask her to come stay? You can hang out here if you’re worried that much and I can get you booked in at that restaurant you wanna go to in town so you can stay close’ WOWMY LOVE FOR ME GROWS, AND I DIDN'T THINK THAT WAS POSSIBLE

‘Just think of it as you scoping the place out first’ he laughed before pulling you into him. ‘Please baby, you deserve a treat’🫠🫠🫠

HE TEXTED FREY🤭🤣🤣 THEY ARE REALLY BESTIES

‘Hush up. You’ve looked after me all week, let me look after you’ he told you, linking your fingers together before he laid his head back to catch some sun. GOD I LOVE HIM

‘Here she is’ Mason cheered as he caught sight of the pair of you, joining in on your hug as he wrapped his arms around you both so you were all bundled together until you pulled away with a laugh. MY TRIO🤭🤭

‘Fine, I see how it is. I’m going to take a nap’ he huffed, walking back into the living room dramatically and you let him go so you could take Freya up to the spare room. HE UNDERSTOOD EVERYTHING 🤣

‘Of course not. It’s hard seeing someone you love like that so i get it. He’s probably used to having you nearby too’ she smiled, reassuring you more than you thought you needed to be before you made your way back to where Mason was. SHE IS MY WISE WOMAN, AND I LOVE HER FOR THAT

‘Nah, she just doesn’t trust you enough to leave you on your own for five minutes’ Freya told him and he shrugged his shoulders in agreement. SILLY

‘I never did thank you for stepping in and giving me a talking to when you did’ you laughed, finally looking up at her again. ‘So thank you. I really needed that push’ FREY IS OUR SHIP CAPTAINNN

‘Holy shit balls’ you suddenly heard to the left of you and your turned to find Mason looking at you with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth. ‘You look incredible’ he breathed whilst making his way over and you playfully rolled your eyes at Woody. MASON TONY MOUNT CONTROL YOURSELF, YOU'RE TRAUMATISING YOUR GUESTS

‘Ah, wood chop. Nice to finally meet you’ she smiled and thankfully Woody laughed at his new nickname. OK, I CAN ACCEPT THEM TOGETHER AFTER THAT BYEBYE BEN

‘Never’ you winked, giving him one last kiss as you were pulled out of the door. 🫠🫠🫠

‘He’s not dead, Frey. Jesus Christ’ you laughed but she was right. He’d only moan at you for not treating yourself so you ordered way more than you needed, knowing you could take it home as the boys would probably be peckish. AHHAHAHA

You called out for Mason as soon as you got the door open and you followed his voice to where you left him. A sleepy smile on his face and a beanie now on his head as he looked at you, dropping his controller instantly so he could open his arms for you and you fell into him as carefully as you could. MUM AND DAD ARE SOOOOO IN LOVE

‘What the hell, Mason’ you laughed, grabbing him by his jaw so he’d look at you properly ’wheres your hair gone?’ HE DID NOT🤣🤣🤣

‘It’s not that’ you laughed, eyes scanning his face and you couldn’t help but notice how his features seemed to be lifted and his eyes even bigger. ‘It’s just a shock that’s all. Didn’t think you’d trust Woody anywhere near your hair’ EXACTLY GIRL

‘Well you’re still as beautiful as ever’ you told him quietly, dropping a kiss on his nose as he blushed. HE DEFINITELY IS

You could feel Masons breathing slowly change, looking down to see him asleep on your chest and you felt your heart flutter at the sight of him. Stroking his cheek gently as you kissed the tip of his nose which caused him to stir slightly. HES A BIG BABY

FREY AND WOODS ALONE🤭🤭🤭

OMG SHE'S GOING IN THEIR BED THAT WAS THE THING YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT A FEW MONTHS AGOOOO🤭🤭🤭🤭

‘Just because you share a bed with a boy now doesn’t mean I get to miss out on our morning chats’ she told you quietly and you pushed you face into the pillow to try and stop laughing too loudly. THAT'S TRUE GIRL

‘No, don’t answer that’ she huffed and you bit your lip to hold your giggles in. ‘We played a few games, I made us a drink and we sat outside and talked for a bit’ GIGGLING

You both froze as he rolled over, his arm snaking around your waist as he pulled you to him but the sound of both of you laughing caused Mason to snap his eyes open, his eyes immediately on Freya and you felt his body go stiff against yours. HE IS PROBABLY SHOCKED, LIKE US WITH THE CURLS VIDEO🤣🤣🤣

‘Good morning sunshine, how did you sleep?’ Freya asked him playfully as you tried to hold your laughs in before turning you head to look at him. ‘I know it’s not everyday you wake up with two beautiful ladies in your bed but don’t be afraid’ FREY YOIRE MY FAVOURITE HUMAN BEING

‘Its fine. Just pretend I’m not here’ he said quietly before kissing the back of your neck so he could go back to sleep. BABY

‘No I’m scared. I’m staying with you’ he laughed until you heard Woody calling Mason over. AHAHHAHAHAHAH (THESE REMINDED ME OF A VIDEO ABOUT A LITTLE GIRL TELLING HER MUM THAT SHE'S SCARED OF BROCCOLI AND NOW I'M LAUGHING HARD)

‘You don’t have to explain anything, but I swear to god mate you hurt her even a tiny bit it won’t be her you need to worry about’ he told him, gesturing to you. ‘Freya’s a good girl and she’s always stuck up for me so just keep that in mind’ he said seriously and even though it was making you laugh that mason was being protective it also made you extremely happy that he was looking out for the people closest to you. YEAH, THEY ARE BESTIES NOW...WOODY AND Y/N YOI CAN BECOME BESTIES TOO CAUSE THEY CHEATED ON YOU

‘Finally, thought they’d never leave’ Mason laughed, pulling your face back to his so he could kiss you again. AHHAHAHAHAH

LOZ I LOVED THAT AS ALWAYS

I LOVE HOW YOU MADE MASON AND FREY FRIENDS AND HOW HE CARES ABOUT HER

I LOVED NEEDY MASON AND HOW DEBS TRUSTES Y/N

YOUR WRITING IS AMAZINZZ AS ALWAYS I FELT EVERY EMOTION🩷

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHARING THAT

LOVE YOU LOTS🩷

I can’t tell you how much I love reading your feedback it feels like I’m reading the fic with you 😭

Needy Mase is my dream like he’s so helpless bless him 🥺 but she’s a very good nurse I think 😂 and Frey and woody are my new babies like she got so giddy cause he kissed her cheek like I can’t

Thank you so much ily more 🩷

[judeswhore]

half great white - mason mount

in which mason gets his wisdom teeth removed and thinks he could definitely fight a shark

he looked so soft in that tiktok my brain still can’t comprehend also wren taking care of mason after the surgery fic coming next :)

“She’s my girlfriend, y’know.” Mason’s finger prodded into your cheek and slipped slightly, the quick jerk of your head the only thing stopping him from jabbing you in the eye. He wiggled his eyebrows at the nurse helping lead him out of the dental surgery and towards his dad’s car, messy smirk trying to make its way on to his face but the cotton in his mouth restricted the movement. “See how pretty she is? She’s the prettiest ever don’t you think?”

Your cheeks flushed and you rolled your eyes as you wrapped your arm around Mason’s waist, letting him throw his own arm around your shoulder and use you for balance. “You’ve told her about a thousand times today, Mase, I think she knows who I am by now.”

“I never told her before. I’m telling her now.” His mum and dad were standing beside the car and Mason almost tripped over his feet when he lifted his hand to wave. “Can I drive? I’ll show you how I do it on Mario Kart.”

“Drivings off the table for a little while, baby.” You gave a gentle pat to his stomach, flashing his mum a smile as she pulled the back door of the car open. “He thought you left him because you didn’t want to see him without teeth.” Mason was mumbling goodbyes and thank yous to the nurse while his dad tried to get him into the car and his mum simply rolled her eyes.

“I thought he was ridiculous at the best of times but this has been a whole other level.” She let out a sigh and gave a comforting rub to your arm before you settled into the seat next to your boyfriend. “Good luck with him when you get him home.”

Mason pulled on his seat belt and let it snap back against his chest with a clumsy wink in your direction. “Nice ‘n’ safe.” His voice was slurred and muffled by the gauze and it brought a grin out of you as you brought your thumb up to brush a little bit of dried blood from the corner of his mouth.

“Here, hold this on the side of your face.” His mum passed him an ice pack and he shivered dramatically when he pressed it against his cheek, free hand reaching over to land on your thigh.

“It’s cold. Need you to warm me up.” He stated, fingers squeezing your leg as you shuffled closer to him, catching the way he kept looking at himself in the mirror at the front of the car.

“How am I supposed to do that?”

“Sit on my lap.” Mason went to unbuckle his seatbelt and you had to slap his hand away, slipping your fingers through his so you could hold his hand against your knee. “I was gonna give you space. Hey, Y/N, can you see any holes in my mouth?”

“You’re dribbling everywhere y’know.” You smothered a laugh as you wiped at his mouth again, grimacing when he tried to bite your finger. “Don’t do that you’ll bite through your tongue.” At that he stuck his tongue out and wiggled it slightly, still gazing at his reflection.

“I can’t feel any of my face, is it all still there?” He moved the ice pack up to his eye and you had to lower it again, making sure he pressed it firmly against his cheek.

“It’s all still there, Mase.”

“Mum is Y/N lying?”

“Your face is still there, Mason.”

“Do you still fancy me?” He turned his head and half of his body to look at you and your tummy gave a little flutter at how soft he looked. His hair was fluffy against his forehead, eyes wide and bright and it made your want to snuggle into him but you knew the snuggling would be the other way around today. “I look as hot as I always do so of course you still fancy me. Don’t you think I deserve a kiss?”

“A kiss for what? Baby, you have to keep the gauze in your mouth.” You pressed your fingers gently over his lips when he started trying to pry the cotton from his mouth, the ice pack bumping against his nose.

“For being the prettiest boyfriend you’ve ever had.” Panic suddenly set in on his face and you raised your eyebrows as he leant in, nose almost touching yours, his eyes comically wide. “I can’t feel my tongue!”

“I know, it’ll all be back to normal soon.”

“No this is the worst! I can’t feel it at all, see.” Mason pulled his hand from yours so he could pull on his tongue, trying to talk around it until you pushed it back into his mouth with a shake of your head. “Do you know what that means?”

“It should mean you have to stop talking.”

“No it means,” He moved even closer to you, gaze darting around the car as though trying to make sure no one was listening which was futile in itself because his next words were not at all the whisper you thought he wanted them to be. “I can’t eat you out.”

“Mason!”

“Oh my God!”

“Mason, let’s not be so vulgar.” His mum chastised and you shook your head, cheeks red as you pressed your hand over Mason’s eyes and pushed him away from you, his laughter bouncing around the interior of the car.

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t. Do you reckon I’m like half Great White?” He slumped back a little in his seat, fingers drumming over his knee. “I have massive teeth, why did you never tell me they were so big?”

“Because they aren’t, here let me-“

“Vote time! Who would win in a fight, me or a shark? Hands up if you think me.” Mason’s lips tilted into a pout when no one’s hands lifted and he dropped the ice pack down into his lap dramatically. “It would definitely be me. I’d just conk him on the nose, mum you’ve seen my punches, POW POW.” He whacked the back of his dads chair and you snorted, tugged his hands down again and practically pinning them in your own lap.

“Why do you have so much energy?”

“Why are you so beautiful?” He suddenly settled his head against your shoulder and closed his eyes, a long sigh pulling from the back of his throat. “Can you hold the ice pack for me? It’s freezing my fingers off.” You have a little laugh but did as he asked, carefully pressing it to his cheek so he was practically cradled against your shoulder.

“How you feeling, Mase?” Debbie turned her head to glance at him and rolled her eyes at the way he’d wrapped his arm around your waist and snuggled against you.

“Fantastic, Madame.“

“Still numb?”

“If someone punched me I wouldn’t know.” Your lips tilted into a grin and you lightly kicked his foot.

“Can I try?”

“Yeah.” He suddenly shook his head. “No, no, thank you, I don’t want a black eye.” Mason tried to cuddle even closer to you, whining at the restriction from his seat belt. With one hand still holding the ice pack to his face you managed to brush a comforting hand through his hair, the soft strands slipping like silk between your fingers.

He suddenly started laughing, light giggles that were slurred and then muffled by the material of your jumper and you frowned in confusion. “Hey, Y/N, we could make a necklace out of my teeth.”

“What?”

“Yeah like one of those people who always wear shark teeth, you can wear mine.” You heard Tony laugh from the front of the car, his gaze catching yours in the mirror.

“What, her wearing your game shirts isn’t enough anymore? She has to wear an actual piece of you?” Mason let out an over dramatic sigh and reached for the tub containing his teeth. With a frown you watched him open the box and lean between the two front seats were he shook the white tub under his dad’s nose.

“Look at them, look, no dad, eyes down here. See those gnashers? If a man comes on to her and I’m not there? BAM!” Mason thrust the box forward, giggling when his teeth almost fell in his father’s lap. “She can poke him right in the eye.”

“Mason, for the love of God, sit back and stop being so violent.” Debbie took the tub from her son’s hands and gently pushed him back and when he was settled in next to you again you leant up and kissed his jaw, carefully brushing your fingers over his cheek.

“I like your tooth stabbing idea.” Mason simply grinned and nuzzled a little into your hand.

“Knew you would, don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ve got a mouth full of teeth you can have.”

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[masonmtxo]

Family

Dad!Mason

Summary: just a little fluffy/broody dad Mase at the beach

Word: 700 ish

Notes: its so so short and wasn’t coming out the way I wanted but here we go

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

You watched as Marley squealed, excited little giggles leaving her mouth as Mason dipped her down every now and then, letting her little toes touch the cold water. It was still something you struggled to get your head round, that you and Mason had created this perfect little human and as they played together in the water you placed your hand over your stomach, silently pondering over when you would be welcoming a new addition.

“You alright sweetheart, you look a bit dazed?” A soft voice appeared beside you as Mason’s mum shuffled over to sit beside you on the blanket spread out on the sand. You turned to look at her over your shoulder, giving her a small smile and a nod of the head which she returned. You both sat in comfortable silence, watching as Marley splashed around in the shallow water, her daddy and grandad keeping a watchful eye as they stood and chatted as she played.

“I’m still waiting for the two of you to give her a sibling,” his mum quietly joked, lightly nudging your arm as you smiled in response.

“It’s a work in progress… the thought of having two under 3 is a little off putting, but Mason’s desperate for a boy already.”

“I agree, a grandson would be lovely but any grandchild will do. I'm not fussy.” The two of you giggled again. It had been a while since you and Mason had taken the time to venture down for a weekend in Portsmouth, with his busy schedule you rarely got to take trips outside of London but you had jumped at the opportunity when his mum had mentioned going for a short holiday to their hometown, desperate for some family time away from the hustle and bustle of your day to day lives. And you loved spending time with his parents, particularly his mum, who seemed to be able to read you like a book and was always just seconds away to lend a helping hand when motherhood was getting overwhelming.

“Mase,” you called, waving a bottle of suncream in his direction when they looked over. He pulled away from his conversations with his dad, reaching down to lift Marley to his chest. She immediately snuggled into him, small fists gripping onto the collar of his t-shirt, a sign she was beginning to tire.

“Hi mumma,” she whispered as Mason placed her into your outreached arms.

“Hi baby girl, you having a nice time with daddy?” She nodded into your neck as she wrapped her little arms around your body. Mason sat behind you, legs either side of yours as he encouraged you to lean back onto his chest. You carefully rubbed the cream onto her arms, Marley letting out little grunts of protest as you and your boyfriend chatted back and forth, Mason nuzzling into your hair every now and then as the pair of you conversed.

“I love you two so much, you know that right?” He whispered into your ear, his hand reaching round to hold Marley firmer to your chest as the three of you sat cuddled together on the blanket.

“We do, and we love you just as much. You really are the best daddy she could ask for,” you murmured back, fingers tracing patterns up and down the arm he had wrapped around you.

“I want another one. So bad,” this time he spoke even quieter, conscious of his parents overhearing as he voiced his desires once again.

“I know baby, so do I.” You tilted your head into his neck, placing a soft peck on his skin, cradling your sleepy child impossibly closer as you were overcome with love and affection for your little family.

“Maybe Marls can have a sleepover with mum and dad tonight, wanna spend some time with my girl for a bit before we go back home? Maybe practice making another baby?”

You were abruptly pulled away from your bubble, his dad letting out a deep laugh having overheard him.

“Oi Mase, maybe you should put a ring on her finger first!”

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[mountswhore]

𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲’𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 — mason mount

summary: after missing his daddy for a while, your son finally falls asleep in his arms.

notes: with the prompts, it’s going to have a weird timeline of ages and genders. in some prompts, the baby will be newborn, or a toddler, or even a kid. sometimes it’ll be a boy, and sometimes it’ll be a girl.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

42. Little one drifting off to sleep with a smile on their face.

“He’s missing you more and more everyday, bubs,” you sigh, putting your phone on speaker as you picked up Sydney from his crib. The boy was only a few months old and missing his daddy like crazy, only seeming to settle if you wore one of Mason’s shirts or jumpers.

Mason melted at the sound of his babbles. “Tell him I miss him too, and I’ll be home tomorrow.” It was a relief. As much as you loved your son, and looking after him was God’s gift to you, you needed Mase. Sydney was a daddy’s boy, no matter how much time he spent with his mummy.

Your call with your husband had ended shortly after, as he needed sleep for the game. But you had a while before you needed sleep, so you focused on getting your son to bed and planning a nice return day for your family. Pulling one of his hoodies on, Sydney was latched to you from then on. It was a trick you were proud of, but you still wished he wanted you like he wanted Mason.

By the time Sydney was back to sleep, you had planned a nice picnic for the three of you. You’d put Sydney in his tiny Chelsea kit, let him sit in the son with his daddy, who would more than likely kick a ball around. And it was happy days.

Waiting for Mason to get home was almost a chore. You were in your nicest summer dress, dressing Sydney in his Chelsea kit as planned. Now all you needed was your husband. The door had clicked just after an hour had passed, Mason strolling in with a smile on his face. “Where’s my boy?”

Sydney made grabby hands at his dad, who eagerly picked him up and held him tight. “Look at you in your gear, aren’t you handsome?” Sydney was lapping up the attention from Mason, and you strolled in to see the pair reunite. A smile on your face, you kissed your husband’s cheek and pulled him into you.

“You look gorgeous. What’s the plan for today?” Mason asked, putting Sydney down to continue playing with his toys. It was early afternoon, the sun having a good few hours left of heat before it cools down.

“Well,” you huffed, throwing a pile of Mason’s goodies in the wash, “I decided we’d go for a picnic. Just the three of us.”

“That sounds lovely, bubs.” Mason beamed, frowning at the washing machine that you were pressing buttons on. “Why are all of my hoodies being washed?”

“Don’t ask.”

It was now 4pm, the three of you were sat in the shade of a beautiful park, food surrounding the two of you. In the distance was a small group of boys playing football, some kids using a swing, and some dog walkers. Mason’s head was in your lap as you stroked his hair, watching intently as he interacted with your son. He was rested against a pile of blankets, so he didn’t fall and hit his head.

“I’m glad we’re doing this,” Mason spoke quietly, looking up at you munching on a few grapes, “I’ve missed you both like crazy. I think Dec’s sick of seeing pictures of the two of you.” You laughed at him, pinching his cheek. “And I love your beautiful face.”

“Believe me, Syd’s missed you too.” You chortled, fingers still running through his hair. A ball had hit Mason’s ankle, and he sat up immediately to kick it back, the boys a few meters away cheering at the star. Mason returned back to his seat, bringing his sleepy son along with him.

He looked at you, as if to ask if he could hold him. You nodded at him, watching the pair cuddle so intimately, it was heart melting. You rested your head on Mason’s shoulder, seeing Sydney’s eyes close slowly. Mason hummed in content, his large finger drifting up and down his son’s tiny cheek. You caught a small smile form on your son’s lips as he stirred to get comfortable.

“Oh, look. He’s so happy to have daddy home.” You cooed, one arm around Mason and the other rubbing over Sydney’s head.

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[canirove]

Red & Blue | Chapter 36

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“Is there something going on? You can’t stop moving.”

“It’s nothing, don’t worry. Just that the moment we got into the car, someone decided to have a dance party. And since being 8 months pregnant isn’t uncomfortable enough…”

“People can’t say that that isn’t my baby” Mason says with a big smile.

“Yeah…” I say, trying to find a comfortable position. “But I can’t wait to arrive at Leah’s house and lay on the sofa.”

“Poor Leah. She organizes a nice dinner for us, and you are planning on taking a nap.”

“I’m not gonna nap, I’m just gonan rest.”

“Yes, of course” he chuckles.

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“Wait… was that my dad’s car?” I ask when we make it to Leah’s street.

“Nah, I don’t think so. Why would he be here?”

“True. But that… that’s Ben’s car” I say pointing at one parked in front of her house. “I would recognize those ugly yellow stripes everywhere. Why is he here?”

“I told him we were coming, so maybe he asked Leah if he could come too” Mason says, focused on finding a parking spot.

“It still is a bit odd, tho.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know… It’s this feeling I have.”

“Maybe you just need to pee.”

“Mason!” I say, hitting him on the arm.

“Careful, gorgeous. I’m driving.”

“We have stopped. And you deserve it” I say, getting rid of my seatbelt and opening the door’s car.

“Your coat.”

“What?”

“Put your coat on, I don’t want you getting a cold.”

“But we are just crossing the street.”

“I don’t care” Mason says, holding my coat for me. “C’mon.”

“You are being pretty annoying. Cute, but annoying” I say, letting him help me with put it on.

“And that’s why you love me” he says, giving me that smile I adore so much.

“I hope the baby has your dimple.”

“Just that? I have many other amazing features.”

“You do. But that one is my favourite.”

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“Bathroom. Now” I say the moment we walk into Leah’s house.

“Told you that was the weird feeling you had” Mason says behind me, trying not to laugh.

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“Feeling better?” Mason asks me when I leave the bathroom.

“Much better.”

“Then let’s go, Leah and Chilly are waiting for us” he says, taking my hand and starting to walk.

“Why are you smiling like that?”

“How?”

“Like... that” I say, pointing at this face. “That’s the smile you have when you...”

“Surprise!” Leah says when we walk into the living room. It’s not just she and Ben waiting for us. Our other closest friends and their partners are there too. And so are my parent’s, Mason’s, his siblings… Even Summer, who is holding some balloons with baby motives.

“I knew you were hiding something from me, your smile was giving it away!” I say to Mason. “But what is this?”

“Definitely not a babyshower” Leah says. “I know you don’t like them, so this is just all of us getting together one last time before the little one arrives. A gathering like you like calling them.”

“Please tell me you didn’t buy personalized cakes.”

“Nope, just basic cupcakes.”

“No games?”

“Well… Maybe one. But it isn’t a cheesy one, I promise. And it is needed.”

“Ok…”

“Are you mad?” Mason asks me.

“No, no. Just… surprised. I wasn’t expecting this” I say, starting to get emotional. Damn you, hormones.

“Don’t cry, untie!” Summer says, coming to hug me. “We are celebrating the baby, see?” she says, looking at the balloons. “And I made you a drawing.”

“Did you?”

“Yes!” she says, running to where her mum is. “This is you, this is uncle Mase, and that’s the baby.”

“I love it, Summer. Thank you very much.”

“But no more crying.”

“I’ll try.”

“Oh, those must be our last guests” Leah says when someone rings the bell.

“Who is missing?” I say, looking around.

“¡Sorpresa!” Sandra says, walking into the living room. She, and some of my teammates at Real Madrid.

“What are you guys doing here?” I say, hugging them all at the same time.

“Leah called us and told us she was organizing this, so we found a way to make it all work and come. We had to see you one last time before you become a mum.”

“Thank you so much for coming” I say, crying again but also laughing, feeling very grateful for all the people in my life.

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“Ok, so this is how it will go” Leah says. “Since these two can’t decide who will be the Godfather, your talent will do it for you. Each one of you have a bunch of diapers and a doll. You must put a diaper on, then change it as if it was dirty, and put a clean one. The one who puts on more diapers, will win.”

“This is stupid” Declan says.

“It was the only solution for our problem. Are you scared, Rice?” Leah says, teasing him. He just rolls his eyes, ignoring her. “Alright, then” she continues “please treat the dolls kindly, Summer would like to have them back in one piece. The grandmas will be the judges, so if they say you are doing it wrong, you must start again.”

“I can’t believe they are actually doing this” I say to Mason while Declan, Aaron and Lewis get ready in front of the dolls.

“Neither do I” he laughs. “C’mon boys, show us what you got!”

“Ready?” Leah says. “Three, two, one… go!”

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“Babyshower games are very stupid, but this one was so much fun” I say after it is over and while everyone is eating, drinking and chatting together.

“I organized it. Of course it was fun!” Leah says.

“And what do you think about the chosen one?”

“Lewis was the best option. You know it, he knows it, I know it, everyone knows it.”

“But I feel bad for Declan and Aaron.”

“You are having more kids, they’ll get their chance.”

“You never know, Leah.”

“That’s true, yes. But I know that you and Mason aren’t gonna become celibate, so…” she shrugs.  

“Yeah... that isn’t happening. And thank you.”

“For what?”

“For all you are doing. You are the bestest friend ever.”

“Anything for you. And for you too, little one” she says, caressing my belly.

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[spider-boy1989]

Tiktok revenge

George had just finished his work out at the gym when he accidentally bumped into some kid recording something on his phone. His post-workout shaker spilled everywhere, including on him and the boy. “What the hell, you fucking dumbass!” George screamed. The kid put up his hands defensively

“Woah dude. My bad!! I was making a tiktok...can I get your dry cleaning or something, bro?” He gave a sheepish grin. George was fuming.

“No! You fucking idiot influencer!!” The kids face got a bit more serious at this point.

“Look, sir. Let me actually introduce myself...Name’s mason. I’m doing my best to be respectful and helpful. I just like making stupid internet videos, I’m not some vapid narcissist...everyone on social media isn’t the same person.” He extended his hand to shake George’s.

George rolled his eyes and snickered. “Yeah right, I’ve seen your type. The cringe lip syncing, the dumb dances. You’re what’s wrong with the world.” The kid was a bit more taken aback this time. He was trying to be fucking nice to this loser. Well, no matter. He knew how to deal with this guy. He smiled a rather devious smile and said. “I have access to the hot tub and steam room. Would you be interested in either? I just wanna make this up to you, bro.” He held out a key card that would allow him into those areas.George heaved a dramatic, exasperated sigh.

“Fine. Whatever. This and pay for my dry cleaning if you fucking insist on this fake “be kind” persona...” he snatched the key card from Mason. He chose the steam room first; he was alone in the room which seemed odd. Was it really that exclusive? He heard an oddly relaxing music, and he couldn’t help but sit down, clothes and all. He swore he could hear words faintly. But he liked whatever they were.

“Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Listen to my words and obey”

Weird lyrics, but he found himself listening more intently. As he began to feel the steam relax his body more and more.

“You are a dumb tiktoker. You are a dumb tiktoker. You love doing tiktok dances and you don’t care if people think what you’re doing is cringey. You love lip syncing to songs and trying to be cute to girls.”

George muttered to himself, repeating the words he heard. Almost like he was singing along. But then he started to notice just what the words were. He shook himself a bit and got up from the seat, going to open the door. It was locked.

“Nice try, asshole. I’m not quite done with you yet. Sleep.” He heard mason’s voice. But it was wrong. Distorted. He felt himself drifting off. He then felt himself trapped in his mind, listening passively to the lyrics of the song...was it a song? He didn’t know. He just wanted to obey now.

“Good job, kiddo. Knew you had it in you to listen to your big bro.” He heard mason chuckled. He found himself chuckling too.

“You can speak now. Tell me how that made you feel.”

“Proud.” George said, beginning to drool a bit.

“I see. You like making your older brother proud then?”

“Yeah, mase!” He nodded.

“I’m glad. Llsten to this song again.”

“Ok bro. “

The song began to play again.

“You love tiktok. You love tiktok and impressing girls. You’re dumb. You’re love how cute you are and you wanna be famous. You love tiktok. You wanna get famous on tiktok.” He found himself “singing along” despite the song not even rhyming. Stupid. But it was catchy, so whatever, right? He lost track of time when the door opened, and there was his big brother, mason. He had a change of clothes in his hands.

“Dude! I was getting worried about you, Gavin. I was texting mom and dad I lost you in the gym!” He yanked his brothers hand.

“Uh. Sorry. Stuff got kinda fuzzy in here and then I fell asleep.

He grinned sheepishly, showing off the braces that mason, who had already slipped in to give him iuniore drug, and make his hair a bit more more presentable for his new life along with those braces.

“It’s okay, Gav, you dummy.” He patted his back, handing him a black zip up hoodie and his backpack...Or he assumed it must be at least. Why would his brother bring him anyone else’s hoodie or backpack? He was such an airhead.

He took them, putting them on in a little privacy stall where his brother couldn’t see and followed him out after finishing. He drove them back home, and he felt like he couldn’t recognize the way there at all.

‘Had he driven in this car here? How had he got to the gym?’ He found himself answering his own question eternally

‘Duh, dumbass. Your bro takes you to the gym all the time.’ He grinned to himself, feeling an intense dopamine rush at his affirmation on his stupidity. They got home, and he was met at the door by a boy with curly blonde hair who sort of looked like him. His fraternal twin, Grayson...Or at least that’s what he told himself, and again, felt the rush of happy, dumb feeling chemicals in his brain. Grayson guided his brother to their shared room,

“Dude! I got an idea for a tiktok you gotta do it with me!” Gavin grinned. He loved tiktok. He loved cute girls. More brain chemicals rushing in. The two brothers smirked and made a tiktok, lip syncing to a song and mugging for the camera.

A bit later, after the two boys had got ready for bed and were playing PS5, mason was dying laughing in the living room watching back the stupid tiktok his new brothers had made. Gavin was the perfect fit for his new twin. Grayson was, at one point, Mason’s college professor who hadn’t been understanding of Mason’s needs since he had started acting in a new show. Certainly took care of the problem, since he got him to sign his report card with an A before he’d slipped the Iuniore to him. He loved the sweet irony of Gavin and Grayson becoming everything they hated.

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