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maybe moving on is better? -- mason mount x reader.

second and first part above!!

It’s been a month exactly since you last saw Mason at that dinner. Where he confessed to you many things, thoughts you never expected to be heard. To say the least, you were sure of your feelings and what you wanted.

Over the course of the month, you got yourself busy with work, school, and managing time within yourself. You went out, did more jobs in London, took walks with your dog, and even decided to get a new car after the hard work and effort. Although he never left your mind, he was constantly popping up in your head no matter where you were. Vivid images of his perfect, pretty, handsome face.

Mason knew what he wanted, and knew how he was going to succeed at that. Not even a week later after the dinner, he found out Allison was cheating on him, and even moved out to Spain. He never did like her, as a matter of fact, he felt relieved she left.

She wanted one thing only, the attention. The attention at games, parties, club events, you name it, oh and the money. He saw that, but he wanted to move on, move on from you. That wasn’t the case though.

Months after what he did, he always wanted to know what you were up to, how you were doing. No luck though, you unfriended him everywhere. No traces of you, only the memories and items left at his house. He knew he fucked up, badly. He wanted you, but for his selfishness and pathetic reasons, he lost you. It cost him a lot too, mentally and physically.

He knew it was a sign once he saw you again, a different woman. There was no way he was letting go now, the phrase “We’re forever” popped up. During that month he texted you, constantly to earn you back, much to his dismay, he finally got you out of your apartment to a cold game at Stamford Bridge.

“You came! You actually came!” Mason yelled once he saw you near the tunnel entrance. You wore your hair straight with a beanie, gloves, a white turtleneck under your jersey, and a warm coat. He hugged you nuzzling his head in your neck, you felt his warm breath as he smiled. “I couldn’t back out of this one, something tells me tonight will be a win” you chuckled.

“Did you come alone?” he asked as he pulled away, you shook your head no, “No, I came with Sophia, we’re sitting near the corner flag,” he hummed understanding. “It’s cold out, please let me know if you need anything okay?” His soft and sweet voice made your stomach flutter, you nodded, taking mental note in case.

The two of you talked quietly near a secluded area, laughing at certain jokes or phrases. Soon you found yourself with Sophia standing up at your seats. She took a selfie, tagging you on her insta stories before, shutting her phone off, and paying full attention to the game.

“Kai told me that Mason hasn’t been a slob during training, something about maybe having a muse?” She joked, making you laugh hard. “I’m glad he’s back, even in the starting eleven, he told me Tuchel wasn’t going easy on him. More training and-” screaming, cheering, and whistling cut you off.

James near the corner quickly passes the ball to Jorghino, who then gives it to Mason to score. He does a little celebration dance before pointing at you and motioning heart. You laughed and blushed, trying to hide from the stares coming your way. “No fucking way!” Sophia yelled, “You’re definitely his muse.”

“So how are things between you now? It seems like they're going great,” Sophia curiously asked. “Honestly I’m happier than before. I want to relish everything we have right now in case things don't go to plan. I'm planning to tell him how I feel tonight, somewhere between I don't when…” Sophia squeals and hugs me tightly.

“Cheers to more double dates!” You found yourself missing this place just a little bit. Everyone cheering, bantering when missed opportunities, especially watching him under all the bright lights, doing what he loves. Only you and him know how much he sacrificed to be here today, and you couldn’t be more proud.

After a successful win at home, you found yourself near the benches, greeting players and finding yourself closer to him. He held your waist with a secure yet soft grip, whispering then and there into your ear. The media team came around to take pictures and congratulate Mason as the Player of the match.

“Is there by any chance you can take one of us?” Mason asked the small brunette with glasses. He nodded and fixed the lens, “Come here!” He demanded in a joking way, you slightly gasped as he placed his hand on your hip and pulled you towards you. The photographer took a couple of pictures before running off.

“Nice trophy you got!” you pointed out, running your finger at the small engraved details. “Thank you, another one to the case.” Mason started to look around seeing some of the fans leave, players going into the tunnel before nervously chuckling, “Listen uhm- The team is gonna go down to celebrate at a club, I was wondering-” with no hesitation, you answered quickly, “Yes I’ll go with you”.

He looked down to your face, his brown eyes gazing and shifting down to your lips, with a big smile on his face. “Perfect! Enough said we’ll go together,” he linked your hands together before leading both of you out the pitch. He dragged you along to the doors of the locker room telling you to stay there.

Since everyone was already heading over there no one felt the need to dress up. Mason came out wearing a black Nike hoodie, some cargo pants, and sneakers, simple but boy does it make him look good. Your cheeks turned red as he placed a gentle kiss on your temple, “You ready?”

With a simple nod, you two headed off.

The club, restaurant, whatever it was, was packed. People celebrating, drinking, and singing due to the holidays coming up, you name it. The team sat in the back with their wives or girlfriends. Mason knew you hated crowded and loud spaces, so he reassured you, “let me know if you feel uncomfortable or want to leave, okay?”

“Thank you, Mase, I will.” You sat next to Sophia and Paula, who talked about going to dinner and then a live show over the weekend. You felt in the mood for a drink, quickly excusing yourself you went to the bar. You pushed off people dancing, either standing or playing beer pong. You leaned over the bar waiting for someone to serve you.

“New around here?” a deep frightening voice came from beside you. You looked them up and down ignoring them, you weren't trying to be rude but you knew their intentions. “Don’t talk much eh?” his smelly alcoholic body came near you, in instinct you moved away glaring at them. “I'm talking to you bitch!” his voice yelled loudly grabbing other's attention.

You blinked fast as he slammed his fist on the table, “When someone talks-” suddenly the man was pushed tripping over their feet but quickly balancing themselves. “Oi! Don’t speak to her like that, got it?” Mason appeared behind you, pushing you behind him in case. “Oh fuck off, this isn't your conversation, she needs to be taught manners,” he hissed.

“She’s my girlfriend, if anything I will get in between the conversation, especially when a drunk man like you intervenes,” Your heart raced a little more at his words, girlfriend? Sure maybe it wasn't official then or now, but it felt so good to hear even say…

Mason’s blood was boiling, he needed to calm down or else it would turn ugly. Sure maybe you hadn't spoken properly where you two stood, but it felt almost natural to call you that. Hell, he couldn't help it but, you were his. Only his. The man went away after being asked to leave, Mason cursed under his breath, only thought of leaving.

“Can we go? I really don’t want to be here…” he spoke softly against your ear, “Please.” you pleaded. Mason stood quiet the entire ride back to his house. He wanted you near him after being apart for so long, he was exhausted only wanting you in his arms or vice versa. You tried to make small talk but only got answered with short responses.

His house felt almost foreign again, you had not been here in a long time. The smell remained the same, along with the white couches and trophy case. There were newer things like plants, the bar stools in the kitchen area, new rug by the entrance, even a new coffee table. He kicked off his shoes and walked into the laundry room to place his training bag.

He was still quiet and it pained you. All you wanted was to get a little something out, maybe the slightest smile or chuckle. “Would you like anything to drink?” he offered, still thirsty after what when down you nodded, “Water should be fine.” he wandered off into the kitchen.

You didn't want to feel intrusive or anything but you were slightly taken at back when you saw the picture frames on the stand. You hesitantly walked over and picked it up, the picture was from the night they won the Champions League. You painfully smiled remembering what went down that night. You picked another one up, too distracted to hear his footsteps walking towards you.

“That isn't even half of what I have.” you looked at his tired eyes, disheveled, devastated, but most if all sort of distracted. You took a small sip from the water bottle, hoping it would calm down your nerves about being here again. He motioned you to come over, you followed him like a lost puppy to the couch.

He sat at the coffee table lending down and grabbed the photo album. You teared up as you ran over the pictures, missing him even more, wanting to confess how you felt. You looked up at him already staring deeply into you. He broke off the contact, fidgeting with his finger and then strands on his hoodie. You felt sort of guilty at the sight.

“I'm sorry.” You shook your head, taking his cold hands and kissing over the calloused knuckles. “Stop apologizing. You have nothing to apologize for.” You said, his heart felt warm and butterflies took over his stomach. The small yet intimate touch from you made him feel like this. “Y/n. Be honest with me where is this going to go?-” You answered him by kissing him passionately, something the both of you craved.

He groaned softly grabbing your torso and pulling you closer to him. Your hands traveled across his chest and settled behind his neck. He pulled away sort of breathless setting your foreheads together. “I want you, Mase... All of you. Today, tomorrow, I just want you. I wanna build our relationship further. I want to be close to you, make you happy after a bad match or in general.”

He looked in your eyes for any sign of uncertainty, “I need you, my best friend since we were little. I wanna be that person that you come home to despite anything. That person maybe to grow old with. Mason, I feel the same way, I love you.” You confessed after forever. Mason couldn't help but let out a small laugh of relief as he stood up cheering.

Finally, he thought. He pulled you up grabbed your cheeks and smashed your lips together. He deepened as you let a small moan out, running your hands up his torso. “You're mine. All mine,” he growled. “ I don't plan to lose you again. We're going to talk things out when needed, and most importantly be there for each other. You make me a better man Y/n. Thank you baby, for giving me the chance to prove it to you,” he whispered along your lips.

You bit your bottom lip as tears dropped down your cheeks, he wiped them away laughing at the sight. With one small last kiss, he dragged you upstairs. I started to feel more at home now. He got undressed handing you one of his shirts to sleep in. the two of you brushed your teeth and got into bed. He cuddled into you, his head on your chest, legs tangled beneath the sheets.

“Does that mean I'm a doggy daddy now?”

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