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The World Outside

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Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Characters: Ole (OC), Ann Wolff (OC) (mentioned), Ramuda Amemura (mentioned), Rio Mason Busujima

Synposis: Ole takes a small stroll in the woods nearby. After all, there is so much to see and who knows how long he has to see of the world...

Tags: Original Character(s), Major Original Character(s), POV Original Character, Cats, Post-The Dirty Dawg Era (Hypnosis Mic), During Canon, Animals, Animal Instincts, POV Animal, Exploration, Memories, Flashbacks, POV Third Person, POV Third Person Limited, Mentioned Amemura Ramuda, Original Character-centric, Minor Original Character(s)

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A trip to nature itself, a place Ole had barely any chance to take in. Why? Because he had been stuck inside a small cage for a very long time, longer than he could count. It has been a year but it was still somewhat surreal that his paws were hitting something else than the cold steel ground of the place he had been trapped in for a long time. His paws are feeling anything else… Something he had considered impossible. It was like a dream and maybe all of this was nothing but a dream he refused to wake up from. Even if this life had its downs, the taste of freedom was overwhelming, in a good way.

He remembered the first time he got to feel anything else but something cold. It was when his current owner had placed him down onto the stone ground which had been warmed up by the sun outside. Nowadays the texture as well as the warmth was something he was used to but back then it all felt weird. In fact, he had worried that he would burn his paws right then and there. Ann had noticed Ole’s distress back then and had him picked back up. “ Ah, sorry! I didn’t mean for it to be this sudden! ” They apologized and despite having been unable to see their face back then he felt reassured… Unbelievably calm.

“ Hey, don’t get too attached to the cat Exy–Chan. ” The smaller figure had asked of them, seeming to have been somewhat annoyed sounding in fact the voice awfully deep too… At least for his looks, as far as Ole could tell. But who was he to judge? “ Chuohku’s is going to decide what to do with him. ”

“ That doesn’t mean no one should look out for him in the meantime. You’ve seen yourself how he was treated. His file didn’t even have a name. I don’t think anyone would call their cat ‘Attempt #8’. ”

“ And next you will say that he didn’t ask for any of this, right? ”

“ I mean… He is just a cat. ”

“ It’s not often to see the Executioner all soft and caring. ”

“ You make me sound like a monster Amemura…”

“ You can be~ ” A small change in voice, a little more light hearted sounding. But it seemed to not really affect the other person. Their voice remained calm, somewhat cold, unchanging.

“ Thank you very much… ”

“ Aww, come on. You can handle a joke, can’t you~? ” The male teased, his voice taking on a higher pitch all of a sudden. One which made Ole pay more attention. It was a sudden shift, as if he flicked a switch inside his brain or something. It was a detail impossible to miss, even for this old timer.

“ A joke you say… And yet— ”

“ Don’t worry too much about it Exy–Chan~ ”

“ Alright, whatever you say I suppose. ”

The first proper conversation he heard. Or one of the first. And it was so interesting. Then again, hearing anyone else’s voice except for the scientist’s voice was a blessing of its own. This woman… Oh he hoped to never hear it again.

But ever since that day Ole had been granted more freedom, his paws being allowed to tap around wherever he wanted. Ann was not stopping him in any way… Unless they were worried, they knew that he could care for himself if absolutely necessary. And besides, both lived together for a year. The two could expect mutual trust at this point. He had always returned home after a long day after all, to drop into the comfortable couch or bed, snuggling against the sheets and enjoying the warmth. A warmth he never had before… Again, all of this is just surreal.

Breathing air on the outside also was something he had not been used to. Feeling the dirt, the grass, all brushing against his fur and paws… Oh he would have to clean himself when home but for now he was going to enjoy this.

One tap after the other… That was until his nose took in a scent… A scent which was unusual, to say the least. He flinched for a moment, stopping dead in his tracks. He turned his head in the way of the scent and his nose… Was not sure what to think about it.

The scent was something else. It smelled so odd… So very odd. It was unlike any cooking this cat had smelled. Then again, maybe he was just too used to what the city had offered him. It would always be a pleasant scent of several dishes, making him hungry on the spot. He would always dash over there quickly and look up at whoever had said food in their hands, looking at them with his big, wide eyes and wagging his tail eagerly, begging to have just a bite. Sometimes he would not be successful but more often than not he got a bite or two. Even a taste of butter sometimes! Truly, that it could be this easy sometimes…

But to move on with the current situation, Ole was staring and following this odd scent. Surely it would make anyone flinch. The taste was just that unusual, as if wildlife straight from the woods had been cooked and carefully prepared. And yet, it was also tempting to follow. Maybe curiosity had gotten the better of him and he just wanted to see who or what was behind this. Though he would stop once more when hearing a voice all of a sudden.

“Who goes there!?” A loud male voice, making the cat turn his head upwards yet again in one swoop. And there he came face–to–face with a young man, a stronger build. It was hard to make him out though, his clothes looked as if they were blending in. Then again, Ole’s own sight was a black and white one so it may as well just have been that.

A tall man wearing some type of uniform. His heart was pounding, something was a little off… Then again, it may as well just have been the sudden noise. He even let out a purr, though not the kind where he would feel safe and sound. Oh no, it was quick and hectic, alongside his own heartbeat. ‘ Do not make any loud noises or hesitant movements ’, even if Ole knew that he had already been spotted. Should he run? It would be his only option to flee, right? In case this man wants something from—

But once spotting the campfire with the pot stirring above it Ole was just panicking on the inside. Oh god, no! Did he run into a camper!? And that meant maybe he was also on the table now! After all, no one was here to indicate that he belonged to anyone! Oh god… So if it came to it maybe he would need to run before getting out the big guns! Or the microphone but that would count as self defense, it should be fine. Yeah, more than fine! As long as it was self de—

Though the worry would be almost blown away. Because the cat had noticed the man coming closer, kneeling towards him even. “Ah, just a cat.” He said, almost somewhat stoic. No, it was calm. And once hearing his voice like that the cat calmed down, lowering one of his paws and looking up curiously as well.

Who was this anyway? Ole had never seen this human before. Or he just didn’t seem familiar. At least not in person. And yet, he didn’t seem hostile from close up. Maybe his own sixth sense had just kicked in after a bit of thinking. Yeah, only at first glance did he seem dangerous.

And yet, you could of course never be careful enough. This old man knew so he only looked at the human yet ready to run off if he had to. Then again, no word had been exchanged there. Instead the man held his hand out, waiting for a reaction from the cat.

Ole hesitated, clearly, yet after a few moments of hesitation gave in. So he leaned his head a little forward, sniffing the hand in front of him. One sniff after the other. This man… He smelled like…

Wildlife itself. He must be out here a lot. Or was he? A logical conclusion for this cat, given this guy was smelling of leaves and mud. A little stinky maybe yet given that they were having fresh air it was not that bad. An honest man, that was the first impression.

Soon enough Ole seated himself, having just taken in the scent and looking up rather curiously, tail wagging. Who was this? He wanted to know. And maybe he would get his answer soon enough.

“Hm? Are you hungry?” The man had asked. “ Is that why you came here?”

And upon the hint of food being ready Ole could not hold back the ear wag of pleasure. That is what he liked to hear! He would not turn down free food! Being a cat had its benefits sometimes…

“Huh… I should have something to spare for you to eat. Wait right here.”

A quick ‘meow’ from Ole’s own mouth. Life surely turned around. He was old yet he had so much to see and experience. Not just that but so many people to meet…

Yeah, life has its good sides… And an interesting world to explore. He shall keep going while he still can.

But first, food!

#Nimue's Lake #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypnosis mic oc #hypmic oc #rio mason busujima #rio busujima #busujima mason rio #hypmic rio

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mifithemuffin · 1 year

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[spoiler for episode 0]

Hi! Since you have read all the episode 0´s manga, I was wondering if we ever learn what happen to the Mason family? (For now I’m unable to buy them and tbh I doubt it’ll be one day affordable in my langage — but well. I just need to know at least that point please 😭)

Thanks for feeding us aod content 🙏

hi!! thank you for the ask!

sorry for keeping you waiting, i had to carefully look through episode.0 to give you a proper answer!

spoilers ahead

so the short answer is no, we have no idea what happened to any of them.

but at one point, around ch.12-13, we do learn that Eddie's family is still around!

it's referenced here when Gray sends Eddie off:

"thank you for the information, but please go home already." (meaning he has a home to return to)

and also here when Shin [the previous B4 resident] stumbles upon him on the graveyard:

"is it alright for a kid like you to be out that late at night? what about your family?"

"it's fine, no one knows anyway. besides, I don't think they'd even care."

in terms of timeline, I'm pretty positive this takes place after episode.Eddie

in the game the Girl is the only source of his happiness, he doesn't seem to have anything else going for him. Masons are very likely tied to the church as a whole, but we never see it in game, not in relation to Eddie at least. so his late night outings boil down to checking on the graveyard and burying pets, not helping out with the church burials.

in episode.0 he spends a lot of time in the church, so much so that Gray isn't surprised to see him in the middle of the night +Gray refers to him as their local "grave keeper", not "one of the grave keepers" or anything else indicating Eddie's brothers help out in one way or another.

Eddie also says that he suspects something strange going on in the church but as long as he can make graves he's not going to question it.

at the start of episode.Eddie he longs for acknowledgement, praise, for someone to talk to. by the end of it, after all the abuse, he enters this strange mindset of acceptance and the idea that death is the answer to any misery. he makes the Girl "his own" and, as a consequence, loses her forever, returning to being all alone again.

back to episode.0: Eddie's involvement with Shin grows into genuine attachment as he starts spending more and more time in the church and on B4. he's still technically not an angel, but he's always there. his nights are busy with things he likes doing and people (a person?) who accepts him. he gains a support system he severely lacked in the game.

not much to say about his family anymore, but I do want to note that it feels like after becoming an official B4 resident Eddie stops returning home. either something happens to the whole family (i know there's a fanon he murders everyone) or he simply runs away and leaves his family behind.

also when Zack becomes part of the angels, Eddie seems to be constantly in the building.

i got a little bit off the track, but hope that helps somehow!!

#I'd love to hear more thoughts of other people #but this is generally what i got from the series #satsuriku no tenshi #angels of death #episode.0 #edward mason #ask

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cntrpt · 2 years

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She was hearing many voices, but she found herself unable to put a face to most of them. Some were teary and excited, others mournful and filled with remorse. Some were angry. Some she recognized herself in.

If she was forgetting things...

[Part four of If we got each other, and that's all we have]

Relationships: Yelena Belova & Natasha Romanoff; Post-Endgame/Post-Hawkeye Fix-It Fic;

[Chapter 1 | Words: 3099] • [Ch. 2] • [Ch. 3]

Tell me if you think that's wrong

If I let you know I'm here

Cause I am falling down

"They say there's a diserter. I heard it's Romanova."

She made it. She's free.

"Yelena, nobody's coming. Not for us."

"What do you mean, I saw her, she's—"

"No, she's not."

She's not coming back for you.

"Our family was never real, so..."

Liar.

Is this real?

"It was real to me, too."

Go. Save the world.

"I'm sorry, Yelena. Natasha is gone."

No, I can feel her, she's still here—

She has to.

"Maybe you'd like a shot at the man responsible for your sister's death."

He is real. He can be killed.

"She made her choice. We just have to find a way to live with that."

Tell me how. Please.

"Steve went back for her. It finally worked."

No. No, It's been months. It can't—

"It's me. I'm really here."

—•—

Yelena's eyes snapped open as she awoke with a start, the breath caught in her throat threatening to suffocate her.

Her head was floating, as the words wrenched from carefully tucked-away memories rang out again and again in her ears. She felt paralyzed. She felt numb.

The telltale signs that she had just come back from a nightmare.

No screaming, or crying, or full-out panic, no, a life spent withholding any sort of emotive reaction had taught her better than that. But this didn't mean her heart was going at a nearly regular pace, or that she could hear anything above the whispers crowding the empty room enveloped in the dark, her eyes scanning wildly what little she could see of her surroundings.

As soon as she recognized the outlines of the small apartment she had settled in, almost a week before, she forced in a deep, shuddering breath, slowly letting it out while squeezing her eyes shut again.

Not this again. But by now she knew what she needed to do.

She started going through what she knew for sure; she was in a temporary safe house in Berlin, some sort of fancy one-room apartment that Mason — she supposed — had somewhat got for her last-minute. She had stopped by Melina's farm for a few days to check how things were going down there, in Russia. She was on her way to go back to America — she couldn't recall exactly why she had to make her way back there of all places — but she guessed she could leave that for later. Natasha was...

"I'm sorry, Yelena."

A sudden twinge made her chest constrict. She tried to wade through the fog occluding her mind, frowning deeply in concentration.

Her sister was...

"Natasha is gone."

She could feel her breaths starting to come out faster. One of her hands went up to press on her forehead and eyelids, pushing away strands of messy hair as she tried to focus.

"It worked."

She was hearing many voices, but she found herself unable to put a face to most of them. They were fragments scattered all around her mind, each one telling her different things and conveying many conflicting emotions. Some were teary and excited, others mournful and filled with remorse. Some were angry. Some she recognized herself in.

The point was, as it had always been, what was true?

Ever since she could remember, most of her dreams and nightmares had been a blurred merge of memories and fantasies. After being subjugated to the chemicals of the mind control, she had started to find more and more difficult to tell the difference. She would wake up with images burned into her brain of missions she didn't remember taking part to, fragments of a life she hadn't lived, and scenes of a life she wished was hers to live.

She was free now, but she was still subjected to her own mind.

When she had been told that five years had passed with her frozen in time in that bathroom, and that Natasha was dead, all of it had worsened. She would wake up believing that it had all been a figment of her own imagination, just for reality to harshly hit her all over again shortly after.

She had dreamed that Melina, with her science that could control lives, could control death too. That her sister's friends — so called earth's mightiest heroes — could actually bring her back. That they could've done something. That she could've done something.

"It's me."

Her jaw clenched as she fought the tears threatening to well up in her eyes. She had imagined it so many times.

And yet...something still felt off.

She lowered her hand and stared at the ceiling in contemplation. She was going to America. She had made a stop in Berlin.

But why was she still in Berlin?

She had always tried to avoid staying in the same place for more than a couple of days while on the move, and that habit had sticked with her over the years.

Tentatively, she pulled herself up to a sitting position, studying the room around her and drawing in some steadier breaths, her hands shifting to firmly grasp at the sheets.

She couldn't remember.

The fabric was rough, and felt real under her touch.

She racked her brains searching for an answer that wouldn't lead her thoughts back to Natasha — because Natasha was dead, and she was so tired of hoping for something different and be let down each and every time. She came up empty.

It was like there was a dark hole in her mind, and the more she tried to dive in to reach for the missing pieces, the more she risked being drawn in the darkness and dragged to the bottom, with no way out. Trapped.

Panic started to rise in her chest, creeping into her mind. She clutched at the sheets harder.

If she was forgetting things...

No. She couldn't think like this, she couldn't handle it. Not now.

With one sharp motion she hastily pushed the covers away, swiftly making her way to the door separating the bathroom from the rest of the apartment. Her feet padded lightly on the floor, but the soft noise was enough to momentarily quiet down the voices in her head.

She focused on that until the door slid closed behind her, her knuckles turning white gripping the door handle, her thoughts directed on maintaining her breaths steady.

Dragging herself to the sink, she quickly turned the faucet on, reveling in the feeling of cold water running down her hands and flowing between her fingers.

Her stomach tightened uncomfortably when she closed her eyes to splash some water on her face, and she couldn't help the little sigh of relief that escaped her when she opened them and found that nothing had changed — she ignored the part of her that felt slightly disappointed.

Her reflection in the mirror stared back at her as she leaned forward, hands open and safely resting against the countertop, and she tried looking through her own image, searching for answers.

"It's me."

The words kept ringing in her ears, and there were those scenes, flashing right before her eyes — the avengers all gathered in one place, Natasha's body colliding with hers and the familiarity of arms tightening around her, the feeling of not wanting to let go — making her feeling like she was going crazy.

It didn't make any sense. Of every scenario she remembered having ever dreamed of, this felt different. Brighter.

More dangerous.

She forcefully shook her head and reached out to the drawer under the sink, hastily pulling it open. Mechanically, her hand went for the handcuffs she kept stashed there — she always brought a pair along wherever she went, for any eventuality — settling them on the counter. Staring down at them now, she wanted to throw up.

She inhaled deeply, curling her fingers against the sink's edges and pressing her palms and fingers down.

In the few times she had seen Natasha after taking down the Red Room, they had tentatively addressed the subject, the redhead sharing her own personal experience and some things that had helped her get through it at the time. She had made Yelena promise to call her if she ever felt like resorting to them again. That she would have answered her phone at any hour, no matter what, or that she would call her back as soon as possible.

Yelena almost let out a wry laugh at the memory, while her chest kept constricting painfully and her mind screamed something she didn't want to hear.

The first time she had felt the need of having that cold metal around her wrist again, to let it dig into her skin, had been the first time she had really tried to sleep after the blip. She had used them also the following night. And the night after that one as well.

The handcuffs had returned to the bottom of her bag only when she had left to hunt down Clint Barton.

She didn't remember how much time had passed since she had last used them, and she really, really, didn't want to reset that count. But, right now, they felt like the sole, familiar thing around her — or anywhere, for that matter. They were the only tangible connection to her past that she could rely on. A past that was very much fucked-up, no doubt, but that was hers, something nobody could ever take away from her, and of that she could be sure.

She didn't want to go back to sleep. She didn't want to do anything, really. But she needed this.

Yelena remained in the bathroom a few more minutes, until something caught her attention above the sound of water running down in the sink, making her movements pause.

It had been just a fleeting moment, but she was sure she had heard it — a muffled clattering, coming from outside.

Slowly turning the water off, she wiped her hands on the towel nearby and reached down under the drawer, grazing the gun taped there, all her senses heightened. If someone was trying to break into the apartment making this much noise, she was sure it couldn't be too much of a threat. But there were no windows in the bathroom, and if they were already in, that meant she was stuck in there. And while she was confident that she could easily take them down even with limited space, she didn't particularly like the feeling of being trapped, especially when she was already struggling to escape her own mind.

The only thing she could keep thinking of, was that she had to get out of there.

A minute passed by, in which she kept completely motionless, barely breathing, her whole body tense and ready to strike. But no noise other than her own heartbeat was reaching her ears.

Her free hand slid on the counter to grab the handcuffs, holding them tightly and drawing them at her side.

Maybe they had gone away. The apartment was supposed to be empty, maybe it was some naive burglar that, upon seeing traces of her presence, gave it up and ran off. Or maybe, they were outside the bathroom door, waiting for her to come out.

Maybe she had just imagined everything.

But then, she heard a quiet shuffling coming from the direction of the front door, not quite near enough to mean that someone was close to the bathroom, and her body reacted in a matter of seconds.

Her hand darted and grabbed the gun, the other shoving the door open while her legs moved of their own accord, rushing outside, and in no time she found herself standing at the furthest corner from the entrance, just beside the bed, the gun ready and aimed at the doorway.

She was about to pull the trigger, waiting just as long as she needed to find a non-lethal spot on her eventual opponents' bodies, but her hands freezed around the weapon.

Her heart, that had been hammering in her chest since she had woken up, felt like it had now completely stopped, replaced by a huge weight twisting and growing inside of her, compressing her lungs.

On the doorway — geared up as if she had just gotten back from a mission, one hand on the door handle and a duffel bag in the other — there was Natasha. Or at least, she was seeing Natasha.

With her eyes locked onto the figure standing right in front of her door, the memories of the nightmares came rushing back to her, flooding her mind with renewed force, pressing more urgently.

She couldn't breathe.

Natasha had let a slightly startled expression slip on her face, but once she realized it had been her who had just stormed out of the bathroom, her shoulders visibly relaxed, and her lips curled into a gentle smile, one of her eyebrows slightly raising in light mockery, and it was all so painfully familiar—

"Ah, there you are."

Her ears had started ringing again, and it took her a moment to notice that Natasha had started to talk. Yelena managed to draw in a shaky breath, and could simply watch as the redhead gave her a small grin and turned to shut and lock the front door.

"Sorry, I didn't want to scare you. I know, I know, I said I would arrive in the morning, but we finished early, so I...thought—"

Natasha had turned around, her voice trailing off. She was now staring at the gun still pointed firmly toward her, Yelena's grip not loosening in the slightest. The blonde could see her eyebrows furrowing in confusion and her gaze shifting down to the handcuffs that, she realized just now, were still in her hands and dangling from her hold on the weapon.

Natasha's eyes briefly met hers — making her feel uncomfortably exposed and suddenly aware of the heavy and labored breaths coming out of her — before moving to the bed, taking in what she could see of the room and the crumpled state of the sheets in the dim light coming through the window.

Yelena tried to swallow, but she noticed that her mouth had gone dry. She felt like paralyzed, her mind split into multiple parts, each of them telling her mixed versions of the same story.

She wanted to believe the one that was trying to remind her all that had happened in the past few months, remind her that Natasha was indeed alive and now standing here with her. But that would have meant believing in resurrection, bring magic and space and gods into the picture. And she just couldn't do that.

She believed in death. She believed in deception. In the red of blood that would inexorably spill out, if you just cut deep enough. In the cold of Russian winters, and the cold of lifeless hands. In bad jokes. In torture. In pain. She believed in not to trust anyone, not even herself. And she didn't know what to do.

When Natasha raised her gaze again, it was filled with worry and uncertainty, and Yelena felt a pang of guilt settle deep into herself. The redhead took a hesitant step forward, letting go of the bag at her side.

"Yelena—"

"Stay there!"

Both of them slightly jolted at the hoarseness and harsheness in her voice, but Natasha did stop immediately, cautiously raising her hands in front of her.

Yelena stepped back, but she bumped against the wall. Her finger was still grazing the trigger.

Natasha tried again, softer.

"Yelena..."

"Please."

This time, her voice came out smaller, weaker, a pleading tone and words that she didn't seem able to control.

"Please, stop."

Natasha went quiet, and they stayed like this — seconds that seemed hours — searching each other's gaze, until Yelena's eyes flicked briefly to look at a particularly dirty and frayed spot right under the shoulder of the black suit.

She had already seen Natasha in similar conditions a few times, on her way back from missions that left her covered in dirt, blood and scrapes. Her mind wouldn't have had to make up that image from nothing, it would have been easier than that.

The redhead followed her gaze and took a moment to consider her own appearance. She then looked at Yelena, seemingly lost in thought. Then glanced down at her bag on the floor, and at the bathroom door between them. Finally, her eyes shifted back to Yelena, a new resolve now settled within them along with the still evident hesitation. She made sure to let the words out slowly.

"Yelena, I'm not sure what's going on, just...just listen to me for a second."

Maybe it was something about the way she had said it, a coaxing tone that was meant to convey safety. Maybe, deep down, she wanted to listen to her, an involuntary desire to cling onto every word the other might utter next. Maybe she just couldn't bring herself to do anything else. Either way, Yelena found herself listening. Natasha took it as her cue and went on, talking softly.

"Now I'm going to come closer and go into the bathroom, so I can get rid of these clothes, ok?"

As she had said it, she slowly lowered her hands to pick up the duffel bag from the floor. Yelena didn't move a muscle, didn't say anything as the redhead gradually started toward her, never breaking eye contact.

"It'll be okay, I promise. I won't be long, and when I come out we'll figure this out together."

Natasha stopped when she reached the bathroom, stretching out her hand toward the door left ajar from the previous outburst, and pushed it open.

She then stared intently at her one last time, opening her mouth as if about to say something else, before thinking better of it and disappearing into the other room.

As soon as the door closed, Yelena felt like she could finally breathe again. She waited a few seconds more, and then forced herself to start taking long, deep breaths, allowing her eyes to slid closed.

It had never been like this. Usually she could snap back to reality before succumbing to any self-induced illusion, and to the pain or hope they brought with them. She didn't know if this was real, or if it meant that she was too far gone now for even fight her way out of her own mind.

Yelena lowered her gun only when she heard the shower starting, and the apartment filled with the sound of water falling.

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starfxckersinc · 10 months

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and what’s worse is she sent me this text

and my brother was like “yeah well you could do some of that stuff” and I’m like yeah what. like you went to Atlanta and got to party and do cool things with our uncle and yeah you worked but you were paid 200 dollars a day and it added up to 2,000 dollars bc you’re his nephew. like. Mom and dad offered me a position that they wanted to design for me bc they need a staff manager and I agreed to it & they never figured out what they wanted. I offered to do data entry for the business and even tho there wasn’t much I still said I would do it, it was never given to me to do or explained to me. I said I would be willing to work in town if they would drive me, nobody would. I didn’t get a permit this summer PARTIALLY bc yeah, more school after the hardest semester of my life just sounded unbearable, but also bc everybody assured me I wouldn’t need a car in the city & my dad said that even if I got a license he would not allow me to drive in Richmond with only 4 months behind the wheel. so it was just like lowkey impractical & a lot of effort to just not learn anything or even be allowed to have a vehicle after the end of august.

so I don’t really have personal funds and everybody knows that. i Also have 0 access to my own financial information, like I couldn’t have a banking app until I stole my own SSN bc I kept asking my mom what it was and she said she didn’t know and that it was in a filing cabinet so I just took it. i can’t make deposits, pay apps, pay for lessons etc bc I’m only 22, I have been severely limited in terms of maturity, i haven’t been able to get a job or even work for my parents, and while I may have had some play in avoiding those things out of anxiety or fear ultimately I didn’t really have control over a lot of those circumstances.

in terms of cooking my own food, i don’t cook often besides basic things & when I Do cook I’m yelled at for “only feeding” myself, like if I’m caught making ramen on the wrong day I will be accused of being a selfish asshole. so I mainly subside off of leftovers or frozen/pre-made food that’s fair game, I will admit that I’m a dick abt doing dishes tho but nobody else does their dishes beyond rinsing them and in the past I have been screamed at for not loading the dw “properly” or mocked for not understanding sth so it’s just like idk if she feels so strongly abt it she can do it herself fr. in terms of applications I have done as much as possible by myself and done everything I could do legally on my own, AND I CAN scan documents???? I had to scan a signature for my HS diploma, ik how to do that and could have done it for you had you provided the documents but they were in another location with a different printer so it made sense that you do it. idk man. like it really hurt me that Mason’s like “yeah but ur not desperate enough to get a job like you COULD do some of these things” & im like broski we live in rural VA and I can’t drive bc I only got over my phobia of vehicles like 2 years ago if the fam stopped feeding me I would die bc any form of work available is 20 mins away by car bare minimum. it’s not that I’m not “desperate” it’s that even if I were, where would I go. like even if could be this perfect self sufficient person after a lifetime of my Mom not wanting that for me or me being unable to pursue it due to OCD, she would not want that. she doesn’t want me to leave bc I will become self sufficient. like why are you acting like she’s put upon or like I’m a deadbeat you’re such a dick sometimes

#aberdeen spoken word

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orchid-and-co-comics · 1 year

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Meet Mason (Page 9-12)

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Mason reluctantly got up to answer the door to find one of the farmers there. "Morn'in Mason, found your bucket just out in the woods, so I added some crops to it to give ya." He handled the bucket over

"Thank you..." Mason reached for his bucket.

"By the way, have ya heard?"

"No what?"

"Illagers have been spotted near by..."

Mason was now fully awake "I-illagers?"

"Yeah I know you don't like to hear that but it seems they're close by... At least two." The farmer continued... "Yeah, Cedric decided to call upon some heroes to come out and see if they could stop the pillagers, he said that they would be here at least this afternoon. Even said that Steve and Alex would be the ones arriving ain't that great, the best of the heroes... He also told me you found your sister. I didn't even know you had a sister... He said you told him that they were from far away but you never said how far... Mason are you okay?"

All this information was hard to seep in... he was starting to panic..

"Uh... I got to go..."

"okay well I'll be seeing you then." The farmer left.

Mason ran inside quickly and placed down two stones in front of his door to keep the other villagers from trying to enter, he didn't want one coming through the door just to check on him...

He ran over to his bed "Orchid! Orchid, please wake up!" He tried to wake her up "This is an emergency. We got to get you out of here now!"

She didn't move "Orchid?" The breathing was shallow and in a rapid session.

"Something's not right." He stated. He took off his glove...

He checked her temperature. "You're burning up, on top of having injuries... and from the looks of it lack of sleep.... I don't think you'll be able to go anywhere now with the condition you're in..." He looked down at the bed "if I can't move you what can we do now?"

Orchid started to stir awake "...mason?" She asked in a weakened state...

"Orchid!" He needed to know "Please tell me the whole story, where have you been sleeping? Have you eaten anything in the past few days? Have you drank anything?"

"You're... not going to let this go are you?"

She gave in, knowing that he would constantly ask her until he got in the truth...

She finally told him...

For 2 years she's been living off the land, unable to sleep, struggling to find food and water and only 6 months ago had been chased by the other pillager...

All alone...

Mason couldn't believe it...

all of this... all by herself...

What did she do to get kicked from her tribe? Did she even have one? why was she all alone? and why was the other Pillager hunting her?

He got his answer, but it led to more questions for him... but he was silent...

"What about before then? didn't you have a tribe? A home? Friends? Family?" He asked her, wondering if she truly was alone in the world.

There had to be someone still out there waiting for her... A brother... A sister... Father. Mother... Someone...

He could only hope...

She looked away "I... I used to live in a village..." She stammered.

"That's great news, I can see if we can..."

"The village is gone." She rolled over, away from Mason "no one is there..."

"A.... Are you sure?"

"... Yes..." She answered quietly

There was a sudden sound of blocks being moved by a pickaxe. Mason looked in the direction of the noise, Orchid bolted up "no... They'll see me... Then you'll..." She started to panic "I can't perform the spell again... I'm too weak..." She became silent from worry and zoned out.

"it's going to be all right, I'm here." Mason pulled her close protectively. She dared not move or breathe...

"Hello, someone here? If you are, are you okay?" ask a voice.

"We're fine thanks..." Mason responded hoping they would go away...

They did not...

"I figured someone blocked you in so I freed y'all, Alexander is my..." The stranger started but "... Name... Oh my, y'all are looking a little worse for where." He stated....

"... You're not going to..." Mason started to ask but was cut off...

"No, I'm not going to attack." He smiled "We're here for Illagers yes, but your friend there is obviously not a threat." He moved closer, handing Mason a potion. "I always carry spares, take one..." He offered.

Mason took the healing potion.

"Well now it's obvious that you were the one that put the stone in place. I'll put it back on my way out, but my mentor Steve and I will be back to check on y'all." Alexander placed the stones back as he left...

Mason gave a sigh out of relief.

Orchid finally released the breath she had been holding, a sob soon followed... "I'm weak..." She whispered.

"It's ok sis..." Mason started to comfort her, holding her close as she finally broke down...

"Smith.... Jay.... I couldn't... I'm sorry..." Was all she could say...

Mason knew there was more to Orchid's story than she was telling, but he thought it best to leave it for now...

Sometime later Orchid had passed out again and was dead asleep.

Mason decided to work on a small sculpture to organize his thoughts...

'Smith and Jay... They must have been close to her.' he thought looking at her for a moment. 'They must have been her brothers... Or the closest family she had still...'

"I wonder what happened..." He spoke out loud, not noticing the Vex watching him work on the sculpture...

"Something is missing..." Mason looked at his sculpture.

"'It depends... What type of villager is it?'" asked the Vex...

"Well, I was thinking that I was making a ill....." Mason stopped and looked at the Vex... "......."

"'You know my son, it's rude to stare.'"

"...sorry..."

After a moment of clarity Mason sat down. "First I adopted an illager for a sister... now a Vex is talking to me.... What next, a ravager for a pet?! What's wrong with me?"

"' Nothing but a kind soul my son...'" the Vex assured him.

Mason thought for a moment...

"You knew Orchid when you were alive, right?" He asked

"'Correct, I not only knew her I raised her...'" the Vex stated

"Can you tell me about her, please... She won't tell..."

"'I can do better, I can show you.'"

"What really?"

"'Yes, but you have to be asleep...'"

"will this take long?" Mason asked

"'No, it will be a moment in the real world...'" the Vex sat on his back "'You will learn a lot in a short amount of time my son.'"

Mason closed his eyes, opening them to see bright sand and sandstone homes. Before him was a sandstone well...

"Where are we?" He asked

"'My memories...'" the Vex stated "'... Though I don't know why I started them from here?'"

They both heard the sound of a child...

"Look daddy, it Georgie." They looked down. They saw a small gray skinned villager child waving to the iron golem...

"Hi Georgie!" She waved and smiled

"Stay close Orchid..." The father said

"Ok, Bye Georgie! I love you!" Little Orchid smiled and waved to the golem.

"That's Orchid?" Mason and the Vex brought their hand up "Oh My! She's so precious! My heart!"

"'Now I know why! My child...'"

#Meet Mason #minecraft illager #illagers #minecraft pillager #pillagers #minecraft villager #villagers #minecraft

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sexvimpulse · 2 years

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Mason: [Shows up to her place, excited to see her even though they’ve been fighting a bit because of the interview and the producer] Hey baby. [Smiles as he sees her, stepping inside and kissing her forehead]

Hazel: [Feels tense and less patient as she can’t seem to get things under control] Hey.. I didn’t expect you today. [Softens as she sees him, closing her eyes as he leaves a kiss on her forehead] What are you doing here? [Looks up at him, still sore about the interview but tries to let it go]

Mason: [Frowns as she doesn’t seem excited to see him] I wanted to see you. [Steps back as he’s already bruised from her reaction] Should I go? [blinks as he feels tense as she’s not even his girlfriend]

Hazel: [Realizes how her words might’ve come off as harsh. She hollows her cheeks as he moves away before pursing her lips as she hears his question] Mason.. Stop. I want to see you. [Runs her fingers through her hair as her plate seems too full for her to take on any more] Look sorry.. I have a lot going on. [Takes her phone out as she gets a text from the songwriter she’s been talking to]

Mason: [Softens a bit as she says she wants to see him. He hears her response and scoffs, laughing as he sees the name] Yeah seems like it. [Glares at her, knowing he has no right to be jealous as they’re not in a relationship. The lack of commitment from her drives him crazy and now he feels like she’s messing with his head] You know.. if you have feelings for someone else just fucking tell me. Don’t hide behind work, Hazel. [Hollows his cheeks] The least I deserve is the respect I give you. [Swallows as he knows it’s starting to crumble] I really thought you’d do better by me than this. [Shakes his head and laughs] Fuck. [Rubs his face]

Hazel: [Begins typing up a message before stopping as she hears him. She looks at him incredulously—brow raised as he sets her off with the accusation] What the fuck are you talking about, Mason? [Sets her phone aside as she looks up at him. Her chest rises and falls as she scoffs, unable to believe what she’s hearing] You think I’m talking to someone else when I can barely keep up with work and with you? [Her eyes are sharp and her tone is cold] I don’t need this right now. [Takes in a breath as she tries to calm down but she feels overwhelmed and offended] And respect, really? Didn’t you just announce to the world that you were single? [Tilts her head as she can’t let that go. She knows she’s in no position to say anything since they’re not “real” but her jealousy consumes her] It sounds like you’re ready to fuck around to me. [Folds her arms against her chest as her phone rings, sure that it’s more work so she ignores it] I can’t do this. [Runs her fingers through her hair again as she looks away from him. Her emotions are high that she’s not thinking clearly]

Mason: You fucking told me not to tell anyone about us! I was protecting you! [Raises his voice as he feels so frustrated] You’re not even my girlfriend! What the fuck was I supposed to say? [Frowns as his eyes burn, swallowing as he feels like he’s being crushed] You can’t do this? Were you ever in this? [His voice breaks as he wipes his face, hating to appear weak when she’s so cold] I can’t either, Hazel. [Shakes his head] I need something from you. Anything! I need you to tell me that we are something. I can’t just live on these crumbs you dole out when you feel like it. [Shakes his head]

Hazel: Protecting me? Going on PR dates, was that protecting me too? [Scoffs again as she avoids his gaze. The frustration and tension builds higher and higher as she listens to every word that falls from his lips. She hates the ache in her chest as she sees the look of absolute torment on his features and realizes what’s happening between them] You don’t think I was? Don’t I give you my fucking time and wait when you can give me yours? [Hardening her stance and expression, she tries not to weaken until he says that he can’t do this] Then don’t do this. It’s that simple, Mason. [Remains cold, letting him end things as a large part of her is in pain and refuses to let him go] Mason. [Her chest heaves and her lips part as he suddenly asks for more. Her features shift as she’s deeply conflicted, eyes misting over and she can’t do it—she can’t admit what she feels and has felt for a while now] I.. I think we need to take a step back from this. [Has to look away and compose herself while her heart starts to break] We both knew what this was. I can’t do more than that right now. [Her lower lip trembles and her throat feels tight as she finally looks at him again] I can’t. I’m sorry..

Mason: [Her words don’t exactly surprise him, but he can’t help but feel hurt because he let himself believe she had feelings for him] Yeah. [Nods as he shifts his jaw] Bye, Hazel. [Shakes his head as he walks out her door and drives off]

#type: angst #type: breakup #v: way way back #c: something anything

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impossible-rat-babies · 3 years

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we love a good character death fic where they get to comfort the other before they die but also we love a good character death fic where that doesn’t happen

#me taking a painful thing and making it worse like #owen talks #edit: just thinkin bout pollux bleeding out on the floor #and the puddle getting steadily bigger and bigger #mason being unable to do anything to stop it #or when he finally reaches Pollux he’s just pressing his fingers against the wound to stop any of the bleeding #and it doesn’t matter that it’s Pollux’s special blood #Mason’s just so overwhelmed by how pollux is choking and gurgling bc he’s drowning in his own blood #and he can’t even speak and mason is just begging and pleading for him to hold on that they’re going to save him #his hands and sleeves soaked in blood #anyway yeah there we go #me shoving as much sensory info as I can into this fic like this bad boy can hold so much pain

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mountswhore · 2 years

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The yacht picture had me thinking about this request (also bc I’m a sucker for friends to lovers): y/n being good friends with Mason and Declan and joining them and some other mates during their holidays. One of their friends gets a little too close for Masons comfort and he gets into protection mode, scaring the other guy off. Instead of letting her go, he pulls her into his lap (imagine him placing his hand on the bare skin of your hip), has his hands constantly on her (all that stuff) and I’d like them to finally end up together. Thanks xx (I really hope you haven’t written this before, I’ve been through you whole masterlist but because there’s soooo much, I’m not 100% sure this is this totally new. So apologies in case this doubles with something♥️)

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 — mason mount

summary: mason invites you on a holiday to mykonos with some friends, and it goes a completely different direction than you thought.

notes: requests are OPEN.

"It's the law now. You have to join the friend's holidays, so get packing." Mason confirmed, reaching above your wardrobe and grabbing the black suitcase that sat comfortably on top. You rolled your eyes, settling further into your bed and trying to get back to sleep, which is exactly what you'd planned to do all day until Mason had arrived.

"I thought it was a lad's holiday," you commented, unable to sleep now this man was laying over the foot of your bed.

"Not anymore, you're invited. The boys want you to come as much as I do." It wasn't true. Sure, the boys were all okay with you going, but Mason was a bit too excited for you to join them. For a while now, Mason has fancied the pants off of you. His friends could all see it, but you were clueless. He'd never made a move, in fear of you not feeling the same way, and he decided to keep his feelings to himself.

"Sure."

"Are you really passing up the opportunity to go to Mykonos?" Mason questioned, sitting up to give you a bewildered look. And you smiled into your pillow, knowing just how bad you wanted to go. You hadn't been on holiday for well over a year, the last holiday being a trip to Amsterdam with your mum and sisters.

"Fine." You answered, standing up from your bed and stretching, preparing yourself to pack a fortnight's worth of clothes into a suitcase and a bag. Mason sighed in what seemed like relief, as you started sorting your bikinis out.

"I'm glad you said yes, otherwise the ticket was going to waste." Mason casually mentioned, and you felt like throwing up. It was notoriously known that you hated other people spending money on you. You always bought yourself tickets when going on holiday, paying for anything necessary, and now Mason had taken that job from you.

You stood up, turning to your handsome best friend in shock, and folding your arms. "Now, why would you do that?"

"Do what?"

"You know what you did."

"Do I?"

You huffed, lightly slapping his arm. "Why did you buy my ticket?"

"Because I needed you to say yes. I wasn't going to let the excuses stop you from joining me- us." Mason reasoned, holding your shoulders and spinning you in the direction of your suitcase, "now hurry up and pack. We leave tomorrow at 12."

You had joined everyone at the airport. Ben, Declan, his girlfriend Lauren, Jack, his girlfriend Sasha, and a few other mutual friends. And, of course, Mason. Everyone seemed genuinely happy to see you, and you felt the same, you were good friends with Sasha and Lauren, especially.

Mason had given you your ticket, and you stared down at it, analyzing the row and seat number. You winced, hoping you weren't sat next to a stranger. You looked up at Mason to thank him for the millionth time that day, not only for buying your ticket, but picking you up, buying you breakfast, and even remembering to buy you travel sickness gummies.

He could see the nerves in your expression, and gave you a comforting smile. "Don't worry. You're sat next to me, I hope that's okay."

"More than okay."

It had just gone 7pm when you got to the villa you'd be living in for the next two weeks. It was gorgeous, thanks to the salaries of your footballer friends. Balconies for every bedroom, a large open living area and kitchen, as well as a pool outside. The villa was adorned with plants and shrubbery, to your liking.

The plan for the rest of the evening was to go to dinner, and you were excited. You hadn't eaten since the morning, even though it was technically 5pm back in the UK. You'd gotten out of your comfortable airport attire and swapped it for an outfit suitable for dinner in a hot country.

Mason was the first one ready, and the Lord knew Jack, Declan and Ben liked to take their time. You were the second one downstairs, and Mason was stunned out of his breathing pattern as he set his eyes on you. His phone was no longer a concern, subconsciously locking it and setting it down, whilst looking at you checking your hair again.

"You look lovely," Mason commented, and you blushed to yourself in the mirror.

"As do you, Mount. I'm so happy we're in a warm country. I was getting sick of turning my heating on full blast." The two of you giggled, and Mason had approached you to move a falling strand of hair from your face. The moment was so intimate, and disrupted by the clacking of Sasha's heels. And it was quickly forgotten as Sasha had taken your attention away from Mason, but he watched you with a smirk on his face, taking pictures with your best friend.

It was day three, and being on holiday with you was harder than expected. You'd spent most of your first and second day lounging by the pool, occasionally speaking to him as you passed him around the villa, and spending an awfully strange amount of time with Ben. It was hard having to watch Ben lay beside you by the pool, seeing you hunch over with laughter, and turn away from him bashfully. It put him off breakfast and lunch, and he wasn't going to let it ruin him any longer. So Mason had spent the day in town.

He had his google translate at the ready, searching different stores for something nice, and finally set off home to find you. You were still outside, this time in the pool with Jack, Sasha, and Ben. Mason hesitated before walking outside, grabbing your attention before anyone else's.

He gestured for you to follow him, and he appeared tortured as he watched you get out of the pool. It felt like you were moving in slow motion, like a baywatch model. He quickly turned away from you, letting you follow him inside. And here you were in front of him, a towel wrapped around your frame, your eyes glancing at the small paper bag in his hand.

"What's that?"

"A gift," he confessed, holding it out for you, "I thought you'd like it. Consider it a thank you for coming on holiday." You smiled, glancing up at your handsome best friend and bowing your head to look inside the bag. It was an assortment of souvenirs.

"I know how much you love to collect souvenirs. Your Heineken bottle collection is the first thing anyone sees when they enter your home," Mason laughed, and sat beside you as you admired each gift. He'd gotten you a homemade bracelet, a thin string covered in precious stones. He'd gotten you miniature figurines of the iconic Mykonos buildings. And a small bar of chocolate.

"The lady selling those said they were too good to leave without," Mason pointed out, and you giggled, shuffling forward to bring him into a hug. He didn't care that you were still damp from the pool, he was too wrapped up in the intimacy of your arms around him. He was reading into this hug a bit too much.

You pulled away, slipping the bracelet onto your wrist and smiled up at him hopefully. "Jack was mentioning a yacht day tomorrow, how does that sound?"

"Sounds great."

It wasn't so great. Mason was trapped on a yacht with two couples, his long-time crush, and his horny, painfully single friend trying to pursue his crush. Mason had grown tired of hearing you giggle at Ben's jokes, and decided to sit around the other side of the boat and treat himself to a few beers, enjoying the seat, the sun, and the landscape view.

You had gotten over your fun with Ben the moment he was becoming a bit too touchy. It wasn't entirely inappropriate, it was just the lingering hands on your skin that felt strange. Ben was a friend, a good one at that, you'd never seen him in any other way apart from that. You were praying to all of your lucky stars that Mason would reappear from wherever he had gone, as not only did you need saving, but you'd barely spent time with him today.

Mason had finished the two beers, decided to grab another two. The alcohol was the only thing keeping him company on this yacht, and he wished it were you instead. To be enjoying the view with you, to feel as close to you as he did yesterday. He could only dream.

He tried to avoid looking at you and Ben, but became concerned as you were no longer laughing. He couldn't help but glance up at you and see you were already staring at him. Ben had his arm around your waist, and you looked uncomfortable. You looked like you wanted the ground to swallow you up whole.

Mason forgot about his beers, and instead made a beeline for you. He grabbed your hand and led you off with no explanation, distracting Ben from his conversation with Declan.

"What was that for?" Ben asked, a light tone to his voice, and a chuckle had followed. Mason shrugged.

"I needed her help, bye now." Mason left with you, and you didn't look back. Instead, you giggled and gripped his hand just a little bit tighter as you followed him below the deck to find some more drinks. "I didn't actually need your help."

"I know, but thank you for saving me. I was one hand movement away from pushing him overboard." You admitted, grabbing yourself one of the miniature bottles of white wine. You had followed Mason back onto the deck and to the other side of the boat.

"So this is where you've been hiding?" You asked, making yourself comfortable beside him on the sofa and tipping the bottle of wine into a glass. Mason grinned, getting comfortable and lifting his feet to rest on the table opposite him.

There were a few minutes of comfortable silence — you taking in the nice view, and Mason taking in your presence next to him. He couldn't believe his best friend, and long-time crush was sat next to him, in barely anything, and enjoying the lovely views of Mykonos. It was too good to be true, and it was growing harder to keep his affections from you. He'd made a plan to take you back here alone next time, to enjoy a vacation romantically, instead of platonically.

"I'm glad I'm here," you admitted, looking over to Mason, who was already looking at you, "I'm glad you convinced me. I rarely see you, and when I do, you're so focused on your career. And I love that about you. But I also love seeing you so relaxed, I love seeing Mason Mount, but I love seeing my Mason more."

My Mason? Did you want him to get on one knee right now? Because he would in a heartbeat. Mason grabbed your hand, your words had given him the confidence boost he needed to finally show you how he feels. He had kissed you; firmly, confidently, passionately.

It caught you by surprise. But it felt so natural. Like you'd been doing this with him for years. Your handsome best friend, kissing you, just like you'd been dreaming of for months now. It was real, Mason was actually kissing you, holding your waist, wanting more. You had pulled away, fighting every instinct to lose everything in Mason.

"Wow." You let out, earning a laugh from Mason.

"Sorry, I've wanted to do that for so long. You have no idea." Mason replied, his breathing heavy and his hands resting on your thighs. You smiled at him, lips swollen and head muddled with thoughts. You did not wake up that morning thinking you were going to kiss your best friend.

"Believe me, I do have an idea." You remarked, Mason's hands tightening around your thigh gently. You had only wished nobody else was on this boat.

#mason mount fanfic #mason mount imagine #mason mount #money mase #mase #mason mount blurb #mason mount smut #mason mount x reader #mason mount one shot #mason mount request #mason mount scenario #mm19

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luwritesomething · 2 years

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Could you possibly write dodge mason x reader? Maybe one of them has a panic attack and the other has to try to ground them? Anything with a little fluff at the end would be *chef’s kiss*. Thank you!

Dodge Mason x Reader: I'm right here.

Words: 1307

Warnings: Explicit panic attacks, angst, fluff in the end.

Reader pronouns: Not stated

Summary: Panic has left a big scar on you. You had almost made it to the final, but the individual challenge sent you over the edge. You didn't make it. And weeks later, the individual challenge nightmares still remain assaulting you.

Author's note: Thank you for requesting, lovely anon, especially for Dodge. I'm still trying to figure out how to write his mysterious personality and all this practice is getting me to a good place, I think. Reader and Dodge are in an established relationship. Also, please keep on requesting! I don't have any request more!

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Being underwater brought a weird feeling to everyone. But for you? For you it brought fear.

You had always been scared of being underwater. Swimming was fine as long as you didn't have to dive, maybe jumping from the rocks was the furthest you would ever do. You had no idea why did it scare you so much, but it did. You didn't want to risk drowning. That's why your eyes widened when you saw the enormous tank, full of water, in your individual challenge.

"What the hell, Diggins?" You almost cried out, looking over at the boy.

He shrugged. There was pity on his face, he knew you were scared of that. Everyone knew, you guessed.

"Two minutes under water, Y/N," said Diggins, showing you the chronometer on his phone "I'll hold you down so you don't go up. Unless you touch my wrist, then I'll stop holding you. C'mon. Teo minutes is the longest an average, normal human being can hold"

"Fuck you"

You stared at the tank. It was threatening. It was scary. You were sure you shouldn't do it. It was dangerous. If Dodge would have been there he would have asked you not to do it. But then again, that was Panic, and it's only rule was do not panic. You only had to breath. Or well, they not to breath in order to not breath water and die.

"Clock's running," reminded you Diggins, crossing his arms.

"Fine, I'll do it!" You got rid of your hoodie, leaving your shoes and your phone with it and walked to the tank.

Diggins helped you to get into it until the water was reaching your neck. God, it was deep.

You looked at him, with fear on your eyes, unable to hold it back. You didn't need the money, anyways. I mean, you did, but... at which prize? Was it really worth it?

"We're running out of time," Diggins insisted, putting his hands on your shoulders. You shivered. Water was cold "Now or never"

You didn't think it twice "Now"

After you had taken a big breath full of air, you submerged yourself into the water, feeling the pressure Diggins was doing on your shoulder to keep you from accidentally going up. For any other of the contestants, that individual challenge could have being a gift. It certainly could have been one to Dodge. But for you, it was a nightmare.

Your heart pounded against your chest, so hard you thought it would explode. You didn't dare to open your eyes, too scared the sight will scare you off and make you lose control. But you weren't really in control, and you noticed that when you started losing the air you had gathered in your lungs.

Inevitably, your heart pounded harder. It felt like an eternity down there but you were sure you hadn't even reached one minute holding your breath. Your heart felt like it was going to explode in any minute, and you felt like dying. You couldn't do it. You couldn't. You couldn't.

You lost the air. Your chest was too operated by the water and you tried to breathe, making the biggest mistake for you were under water. You hold onto Diggins' wrists like your life depended on it, and he pulled you out. But still, you couldn't breathe.

You sat up violently on the bed, your lungs not having the air they needed. Cold sweat ran down your spine as you tried to control your breath and keep the panic attack outside of you, but you failed miserably. The pressure that kept your chest from getting all the air your lungs cried out for only got bigger as you crawled out of the bed, so you wouldn't wake up Dodge, peacefully sleeping right next to you.

Panic had finished weeks ago but the nightmares were only beginning. The water tank incident haunted you every night on your sleep, but never as real as now. If you tried hard enough, you could even feel the water that surrounded you back at the tank, but you were too busy trying to not make noise while trying to slow down your breath.

However, Dodge had never been a heavy sleeper but rather a light one, and from the very moment you got out of the bed he had woken up. It took some time for him to open his eyes and tried to figure out what was happening, but when he saw you shaking on the darkness, standing, your chest heavily raising and going down, he made his best to reach out to you.

"Hey, hey," he said, his voice lower and more hoarse than usually. Dodge's hands went to grab yours, squeezing them a bit "You're safe, Y/N. I'm here, it's all over"

You didn't know in which moment you had started crying out of desperation but tears were rolling down your cheeks as you tried to look up at him "I can't-" your voice broke in a hard, dry noise when your lungs prohibited you to talk. A rather hoarse noise escape your mouth when you couldn't find the air to keep breathing.

"Let's focus on that breathing, okay? C'mon, try to match mine," Dodge put your hand to his chest, were his heart was supposed to beat. You felt the fabric of the t-shirt, his muscles underneath it, and, mostly, his heart beat "You're good"

You shook your head violently, you chest raising too much. You tried to contain the little air you had been able to take in, and then let it go a bit before he did, but still your heart race stopped being so high as you stared at his eyes in complete pain and confusion.

Dodge encouraged you to take another breath in, without letting go from neither of your hands, and so you did. The pressure against your chest started to slowly disappear, but your chest remained wildly raising in case it would come back.

"You're safe, babe," he assured, caressing your cheek lightly and making distracting circles on your hand with his thumb "Are you feeling better?"

Again, you shook your head, this time more calmly. Dodge kept rubbing circles on the back of your hand, to ground you, and slowly you came back to reality and stopped feeling like you were close to death. You inevitably sobbed when you realized how horrible that moment had been, and Dodge pulled you into a tight hug.

"The same nightmare?" Asked Dodge, and sighed when you nodded against his shoulder with your head "You're safe now"

You nodded "I know. I know. I'm sorry, it's just-"

"It's okay. You'll be okay"

"Thank you" when he tried to let go, you kept him close. He had no problem with keep on hugging you "Don't leave- Stay for a bit. Please?"

"I won't leave anywhere," he assured, resting his hand on your hair "I'm right here. Wanna sit?"

He didn't let go of your hand when you nodded, and once you were sitting on the edge of the bed he hugged you again and pulled you practically onto his lap, for you to have him again close. Dodge was gentle, taking the tears out of your cheeks, meanwhile making circles with his hands on your back. You kept your breath steady as he kept on giving you those light cuddles, and you were able to smile when he started kissing your hand, slowly.

"Next time, if there is a next time, wake me up," he murmured, his lips brushing your hand's skin.

"Sorry"

"It's okay, Y/N. I'm sorry Panic has done this to you"

You shrugged "It's fine. I'm fine now. It's not real anymore" then, you rested your hand on his chest "This… this is real. I hope"

Dodge chuckled lightly, a tickle running there were his lips brushed again against your skin "It's real"

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forever is the sweetest con | Chip Taylor x Reader

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Summary: Reader's dad is a carpenter; sometimes he takes on apprentices and sometimes, if they're lucky, they get his daughter's number at the end of their training. Chip Taylor, however, hits the jackpot when her father invites him over for one of her homecooked meals.

Warnings: reader's mom passed away, mentions of parental death, strangers to lovers, random acts of kindness, mutual pining, falling in love, steamy make-outs, oral sex (male and female receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, sub!chip, food mentions, praise, love confessions.

word count: 6.2k

a/n: thank you @samuel-de-champagne-problems for requesting a chip fic!! i am in love with him and also yes this plot is something that happened to my parents, however, my mom is still alive and my dad does give my Instagram out to the men who subcontract for him lmao!

Her father was a carpenter, and he often took on apprentices. You see, he had to learn everything on his own to make his way in life and support his family, he was willing to help other men do the same thing. And so every night he would come home from work and talk about whatever idiot he was teaching this week.

“His name is Chip,” her father emphasized the p with confusion, “what is that even short for?”

“It’s short for Charles,” she couldn’t help but laugh, “is he at least more competent than that Mason kid?”

“Much!” He rolled his eyes, “although I did have to teach him how to put crown moulding in today, he’s a quick learner and you can tell he’s just following what they teach at the schools but I know the hacks.”

“I know, Dad,” she smiled. “Is he cute? Single?”

She’s been on dates with most of the guys he’s worked with, mainly because they went to her high school back in the day, but also because her father was trying to play matchmaker. Ever since her mother died, she’s been taking care of him and he just wanted her to have some fun outside of the house. She needed a life in his eyes.

She was content working at the diner and serving people food all day just to come home and take care of her father. He worked hard to make sure they stayed afloat after her mom, the least she could do is make him dinner and a sandwich for lunch the next day.

“He is actually,” he shrugged, “he’s a yes man, you’d probably really like him.”

“Why’s that?” She asked, waiting for whatever snide comment he was going to make to jokingly piss her off.

“Your aunt Lisa only married your uncle Jason because he was a yes man and she could wear the pants, and you’ve always been just like her,” he explained it nicer than she expected.

“Give him my number next time you work with him?” She asks nicely, taking his plate from the table and moving it to the sink.

“Good luck chip,” she hears him mumble under his breath.

It makes her laugh, she loves her relationship with her father and the friendly environment they were able to keep after everything that’s happened to their family. They always laughed together, he was always cracking jokes and even when they were shouting obscenities at each other it came from a place of love, “fuck-head” was a term of endearment in their home.

—

He brings Chip home with him without telling her, she’s been home all day cleaning the house; her hair is a mess and she’s all sweaty, and he really is cute. She made enough food for an army so it wasn’t a problem in her father’s eyes, saying “doesn’t she always look beautiful? It’s fine Y/N.”

“Yeah,” Chip agreed with a small smile and a blush that roared red down his neck. "You're very beautiful."

She cleans up a bit before dinner, brushing her hair and changing into a nice sundress. She adds some perfume and shakes the anxiety out of her body, he was just one of her dad’s friends from work. And he happened to be incredibly adorable.

Returning to find them talking about how he fixed their frozen pipes in the winter with a hairdryer. It was the most basic shit to her and yet Chip was fascinated like he’s never heard any of these things before. He’s holding a beer in his hands with a leg crossed as he leans on the sofa and he’s so cute…

He’s in his work jeans and his shirt is all sweaty, and his hair is curled on the ends from all the hard work. His hands are dirty and he smells like sawdust and home. She’s not listening to a single thing they’re talking about, she’s just staring at the way his face moves when he talks and how sweet his laugh is.

He loves dinner, he’s beyond thankful and even more so for dessert. She made homemade banana bread with the bananas they had, they were going to go bad if she didn’t. It wasn’t anything special but he acted like she made his whole day.

He helps bring all the dishes into the kitchen, standing beside her as she fills the sink with water, “do you have a towel? I could help dry.”

“I know where everything is, how about you wash and I dry?” She compromises with a smile, and he’s more than happy to oblige.

She learns a little about him, he’s kind and friendly and he seems to crave the feeling of family that being in her home provides. He doesn’t want to stop washing dishes because then he has to go home, and he doesn’t look like he really wants to do that either.

“Do you need a ride home, Chip?” She asks as he lets the sink water out, “I was thinking about going to get some ice cream if you want to join me?”

“I would love to,” he smiles again, “thank you, Y/N.”

—

She understands everything when she drops him off at his tiny, little, run-down apartment; he’s going to be all alone as soon as he leaves her car and she hates that for him. He was so nice it was hard to believe that he didn’t have a nice partner and a house and kids by now.

“I wouldn’t mind if you came over for dinner after all your shifts with my dad? Just text me before so I make enough dinner?” She offers with butterflies swarming in her stomach.

“You’re too kind to me,” he replies, unable to meet her eyes as she turns to him.

“I just want more time to look at you,” she teases, “you’re really handsome.”

He lights up, “you think so?”

She nods with a small laugh, pushing air through her nose as she leans in more, “and you’re nice and funny, and your voice is cute.”

He’s stunned as his eyes flick back and forth from hers to her lips, his lips are parted as he tries to breathe but fails, he looks like no one has ever told him that before.

“Are you working with my dad tomorrow?” She changes the topic so that he can focus once more.

“I should be,” he replies just soft enough for her to hear.

“Would you like a sandwich for lunch? My dad said often the guys don’t bring that much with them to eat, I wouldn’t mind making you a sandwich too?”

She’s not sure why she feels the need to take him in and care for him but she does. She wants to wrap him up in a hug and make his meals and tuck him in at night. He just has this aura that calls for love and she desperately wants to give it to him.

He leans forward and kisses her, she kisses back instinctively and reaches to hold his face. His cheeks are soft as she runs her thumb along the skin, she pulls back only to press a few more pecks to his lips.

“You're something else,” he whispers against her lips before stealing another kiss.

He’s sweet, he tastes like vanilla ice cream and she just wants more. She kisses him again and again, eventually licking at his bottom lip and desperately whining to make out with him. She hasn’t felt this needy since she was a high schooler, but something in Chip made her feel alive.

She is leaning so far into his space she might as well get into his seat too. She moves to kiss his jaw and down his neck and he’s nothing but hands as he feels all over her back.

“Do you want to come inside?” He whispers, scared but just as desperate as she is.

“I shouldn’t,” she says before continuing her trail of kisses down his neck.

She can’t leave any marks because her father will know, but she also doesn’t care. He’d probably just give him a high five and move on with his day. She wanted to be even closer to him, she wanted to sit in his lap and kiss him for hours just because she could.

“We don’t have to do anything,” he tries to persuade her, “it just might be more comfortable for this?”

“Alright.”

He holds her hand on the walk up to his apartment, she likes how much he already feels like hers. He shows her inside and before the door is even closed she’s connecting their lips once again. He moans into her mouth at the feeling of his back colliding with the door and her hands are immediately roaming his shirt.

He’s such a good kisser, he is gentle and soft, he isn’t overly eager and controlling. He lets her explore and slow it down as she presses in closer to him and his hands wander to her hips. She places one of her thighs between his and grinds herself even closer to him.

He’s hard against her hip and the prospect of sleeping with him is so enticing but she knows she can't, at least not yet. It would be too quick, she wants to just appreciate him like this. Her kisses trail from his lips to his ear and he’s still a whining mess, but he’s completely still as she sets the pace of her grinding. He’s not pushing her to do anything or move this along, he’s just letting her explore everywhere… he’s so different.

“I don’t want to have to do laundry tonight,” he whispers with a smirk, moving his hands down to block her from grinding on his erection anymore.

She just undoes his belt and pushes his jeans to the floor before resuming the same position as before, this time she pulls her dress up and rests the clothed tip of his cock in just the right spot under her.

He’s holding her closer again, his arms wrapping almost all the way around her as his big hands grab handfuls of her skin in a desperate attempt to be closer to her. She keeps kissing his neck, they’re more open-mouthed and breathy than she intends but he just feels so good under her.

No one has ever made her feel this desperate before, something about him made her want to devour him whole. His sounds were delicious, his skin even more so, she couldn’t help herself from nipping and sucking at his neck as he made more beautiful noises.

She was so close and she could tell he wasn’t far behind, “let go, Chip,” she whispers in his ear, “cum with me.”

She grinds down hard one final time and he’s a shaking, moaning mess. It’s the feeling of the wet patch in his underwear and the feeling of him shudder that sends her over the edge, panting into his neck as they hold each other close against the door.

He turns them around, taking her by the waist and manhandling her until she’s the one against the door. His lips are on her neck and it’s like his orgasm has only enticed him to go further, “you’re too good to me.”

“You deserve good things Chip,” she whispers as her hand comes up to grip his hair as he continues to kiss her neck.

“Let me say thank you,” he whispers as he drops to his knees and pushes her dress up as she reaches to pull it up for him.

She spreads her legs as he moves her panties to the side and dives in. Spreading her with two fingers he sucks her clit into his mouth first and she tugs on his hair so tight he moans against her. Sending another shockwave through her body as he built another orgasm up.

He’s so good with his mouth, her legs are quaking as she tries to stay standing against the door. She can feel him everywhere but it’s still not enough, she wants him deep inside of her but she knows it’s way too soon to even be doing this. She has never gone this fast with someone before but she couldn’t stop, he felt too amazing.

“Chip,” she chanted his name, tugging on his hair tighter to get him to moan against her and send her over the edge once again.

She ruts against his tongue, fucking his face as she rides it out and he is more than happy to keep going as long as she wants him to and it feels so good she might just stay there. But the twitches get too intense and the whine she makes lets him know she’s done as he kisses back up her body.

Supporting her against the door, he presses his body against her once more. Taller than her, he tilts her chin up so she can look him in the eyes, his chin and nose are glistening with her cum and somehow he’s still cute.

She kisses him on the lips quickly, “when I can feel my legs again, I need to head home.”

When she leaves, she just sits in her car for a few minutes as she settles even more. Then she heads to the grocery store on the way home to get nice things for his sandwich tomorrow, because any man who can make her cum twice in 10 minutes deserves the best sandwich.

—

Waking up at 6 in the morning to make sandwiches is normally a chore, she sometimes makes them the night before so she doesn’t have to worry and can sleep in, this morning she wants to put all the tender loving care into these lunches. Her dad has noticed, he’s eyeing her down from the living room as he has his morning cereal and she knows he wants to ask.

“I didn’t sleep with him if that’s what you’re wondering.” Her voice is just loud enough for him to shoot her a listening glance.

“Oh, but you’re making him a sandwich?”

“You should see his apartment complex,” her expression drops, “ and after the way he devoured dinner last night, I just knew he hasn’t been taken care of in forever. And he’s so nice?”

He smiles, “your mom did the same thing for me.”

“You’ve never told me the story,” she reminds him.

He gets up and walks over to the kitchen, leaning against the counter so they can look at each other. His expression is soft, he’s an overly kind man and it was the thing she loved most about him.

“Your grandfather and I worked at a company making refrigerators, I was new to the state and had nothing and so he brought me home for dinner,” he smiles at the memory.

“Her parents got divorced soon after and her mom was having trouble with the bills so I moved in and I helped, and every morning your mom woke up and she made me a sandwich as a thank you.”

“Oh,” she smiled at the recollection, they really were having the same little love story. “Well, I’m thinking about making fish for dinner, would you ask Chip if he likes it? I’ve invited him over for dinner after all his shifts with you.”

He laughs in a huff, he’s proud of her— and himself. He finally found a good one for her.

—

She outdoes herself for dinner. The food is amazing, the table is set, and she’s all dolled up for him. Her dad thinks it’s cute and he doesn’t mind being the third wheel, they all talk to each other like he’s been having dinner with them for years.

He helps clean up after dinner and her dad falls asleep watching Jeopardy in the living room like normal. She wraps her arms around his waist and rests her head on his back while he’s still doing the dishes, he’s still all sweat from work but she doesn’t care, she wants to give him a hug.

“What’s this for?” He whispers, placing a wet hand over hers on his stomach.

“Do I need a reason to hug you?” She counters.

“No,” he turns around in her grip so that he can give her a real hug. Wet hands on her back and everything.

She held him there, leaning against him as he leaned against the sink. His heartbeat was quick and he still smelled like sawdust and hard work, but he was warm and soft and it felt so right to just be there.

“Are you working with my dad tomorrow?”

“I will be for the rest of the month,” he confirms her hopes; he was going to be around often.

“Would it be alright if I asked you to stay the night?” She whispers incredibly soft for only him to hear.

He nods against her before taking her hand and leading her outside to the porch. They close the house door softly and then she’s back in his arms, “are you sure?”

She looks up at him and he’s even more beautiful today than he was yesterday, “I can take you back to your place to get some things? It would be nice to send you off to work in the morning.”

“You’ve decided that I’m yours now, haven’t you?” He teased her with a smile, perfectly fine with that.

She nods again, “you could move in tomorrow if you wanted, I’m not sure what’s possessed me to take you in like this, but I really don’t want to let you go.”

He delicately places his hands on her cheeks and pulls her into a kiss, it’s soft and short and he’s quick to look at her again.

“You can have me,” he whispers, “forever, if you want.”

It makes her laugh, “that's the sweetest con you know, you promise yourself to me forever and yet you have no idea if you can stay that long.”

He nods in agreement, “what if I promise my hardest to stay?”

“Okay,” she smiles again, leaning forward and kissing him again, finally.

—

The month is coming to an end and he’s slept beside her almost every single night, and even with that, they’re still taking it slow. They go on dates on the weekends, they make out in her car, he drives her to work, she kisses him at the door every morning he stays with them and they’ve done almost everything but have sex together.

They didn’t feel the need to yet, everything that was leading up to it was fun and interesting. She’s enjoyed sneaking around with him to get each other off back and forth, like an adult game of tag.

She’d blow him in the car on the way back to his apartment after dinner, or he’d come and pick her up after a shift at the diner only for them to end up making out in by the back door, and his hand always ended up in her panties. It was an interesting month of getting to know each other, but she wanted more now.

Her dad is going out of town on a fishing trip with his buddies this weekend, she’s booked time off and Chip has no idea what is in store for him. She plans a dinner, she gets all dressed up for him, there are candles and music and it’s perfect.

He’s amazed by the whole thing and she can really tell he’s been mostly alone for his whole life, he looks at a simple home-cooked meal like it was a million dollars and he was beyond grateful for everything. He almost cries he’s so thankful for the time and effort she puts into taking care of him.

He goes to pick up the plates and bring them to the kitchen as soon as their meal is over, “ah, ah, what do you think you’re doing?”

“Cleaning up for you?” Chip answers with a nervous tone that she hasn’t heard before.

“Don’t you want dessert?”

“I can bring it out for you, stay there,” he offers and then frowns when she stands anyway.

“You’re looking at it,” she whispers as she enters his space.

She takes the dishes from his hands and places them on the counter before wrapping her arms around him, “my dad isn’t going to be home until Sunday night.”

“Oh,” he whispers back before his hands reach for her ass and he’s picking her up.

Her legs wrap around his waist and she grips his shoulders for dear life as he hurries them up the stairs and towards her bedroom.

He’s incredibly strong for such a skinny guy, although he was filling out the longer he knew her. He makes it up the stairs and through her door as she gets a head start at kissing his neck until he has her pressed against the door.

“What’s with you and doors?” She teases as he rests her back on her feet, she draws him in closer to her so their chests are pressed together and she can look up into those sweet honey brown eyes.

“I’m just impatient.”

“Too bad, baby,” she teases, “I’m making you take your time with me tonight.”

“Yes ma’am,” he responded with a smirk, “I’m here to please you,” he whispered as he leaned in more.

Attaching his lips to her neck he kissed towards her ear, “to thank you,” he took a fistful of her hair and moved it out of the way before kissing down towards her shoulder. “To show you how much I appreciate everything you do for me.”

She pushed him back enough to get Chip to stop kissing her neck, instead, pressing her lips against his. Kissing him deeply before running her tongue across Chip’s bottom lip as a request to make out with him.

Making out with Chip was something she did often, yet it felt like not enough every time. His plump lips and velvety soft tongue, soft touches and rough stubble rubbing against her chin and cheeks.

He smelled like oak after a storm, it was warm and electric and delicious. She dipped her face into the curve of Chip’s neck and took a whiff before attacking him with open-mouthed kisses.

He giggled, his hands her hips now, the pads of his fingers going up and his nails trailing back down over the fabric of her dress, the perfect motion to make the hair on her body stand up.

She reaches for the hem of his shirt and pulls it up, separating from his neck so she had room to pull it off of him before reconnected their mouths. Kissing him deeply then pushing him onto the bed, watching Chip get comfortable before she crawled on top.

They wasted no time getting back into the groove of things, tongues clashing and hips grinding, soft moans in each other's mouths, hands roaming everywhere. She reached between them to undo his belt and the button of his jeans so his dick wasn’t rubbing against the zipper. Making out like that was some of the most fun she ever had, she could do it for hours on end.

She pulled back, kneeling above Chip, she grabbed his open belt and pulled it through all the loops and chucked it towards the floor. She massaged her hand over the bulge in his pants as she got closer to his crotch, watching as Chip threw his head back to moan.

She fiddled with the waistband, wanting to pull them down, Chip lifted his ass up ever so slightly for her to do so, she pulled his pants and boxers all the way off and threw them to the floor as well. Spreading Chip’s legs and taking him in her hand, finally. She dipped down ever so slightly and licked the tip and he let out a beautiful cry as his hips bucked. She loved his noises, she loved seeing what new ones she could make and he was more than willing to show her.

Chip gasped and reached out to grip her hair, she took that as an invitation to suck his dick, she wrapped her mouth around the tip, slipping her way down as far as she could go before bobbing back up. It was slow and sensual, she made sure to cover all of him; jerking what didn’t fit in her mouth, dipping down even further to kiss his balls and suck one into her mouth.

The people she’s been with before had never been reactive, they either gave her praise or roughly directed her deeper and deeper till she choked. Chip was different though, making soft noises that sounded like ‘yes’ and ‘god’, his little gasps and stutters of breath were the cutest things. It just encouraged her to do it more.

She pulled off, looking up at Chip who was just staring at her softly. If she knew anything about giving a blowjob she knew what her face probably looked like.. eyes blown out in passion and lips swollen bright red. It was a sight he loved to see, his hand slipped down to cup her cheek and then down to his chin where he used his thumb to brush her bottom lip.

“Beautiful,” he whispered.

She crawled back up and sat on his hips, taking the hem of her dress in her hands and pulling it over her head. She was wearing a nice matching underwear set for him, nothing too fancy because she knew it would just end up on the floor anyway.

She leaned back down, attaching their mouths once again, he wrapped his arms around her back and slowly rolled them over safely. Now on top of her, looking up into Chip’s eyes was a blessing. He blinked a few times, making sure it was real and he wasn’t dreaming that the most beautiful girl in the world was looking at him like that.

“What do you want me to do?” He asked gently with pleading eyes that let her know he was desperate to touch her however she pleased.

“Make me yours, Chip.”

“I think you always have been,” he replied.

His beautiful sweaty curls drooping over his eyes, she smiled as she brushed them back. Petting his face softly as she looked at him, he was so beautiful. The light was bouncing off the wall just enough to illuminate him.

“How do you want to do it?” She whispered.

“Let’s just go where the rhythm takes us,” Chip’s voice dropped low as he did, pressing their chests together, close enough to kiss as he rubbed their noses together softly.

She kissed him, wrapping her hands around his neck and pulling him in more. He squeezed his arms between her back and the mattress, wrapping himself around her. he decided to reach into her panties with his free hand.

He took a moment to admire her chest, she had caught him staring before. He constantly used them as a pillow, he wanted to touch them so badly, so she leaned forward and let him unhook her bra. Pulling it from her body and towards the floor.

She could sense his hesitation, taking both his hands off her sides and guiding them to her breasts. He whimpered as he felt them, she closed her eyes at the feeling. A small moan escaping her lips as he groped her. His big hands felt amazing, so strong and gentle, rough and yet soothing. Perfection against her skin.

She leaned back against the bed then, leaving him sitting up on her hips. Her boobs flattening out into a funny shape as she laid back, making her smirk in embarrassment. Only making Chip love them more, diving in and kissing the newly exposed skin.

He dragged his bottom lip over her skin between kisses. Leaving a trail of where he’s been already. She had a hand in his hair, holding it out of his face as she watched him.

Panting as she tried to grind up against him, the arousal in her core was overpowering. She needed to feel more, she wanted all of him. She was addicted to him already, hoping she’ll have forever with him.

She was too hot, feeling the sweat gather behind her knees as she tried to find more friction against him. She didn’t mind all the exploring he was doing, it was a wonderful appetizer, but she was nowhere close to being full.

He pulled back then to sit on his knees between her legs before Chip slowly slipped her underwear off. Raising her hips softly before resting her ass back in his lap and spreading her legs.

Fully on display for him, she played with her nipples slightly. Knowing how much he loved her boobs, watching her with a slack jaw as his hands ran up her legs.

He snapped back into the moment when she pushed her ass down against him, a whimper slipping past his lips as he placed his thumb on her clit, rubbing gentle circles into the bundle of nerves.

With his pointer finger, on the other hand, he traced around her entrance, not pushing in, just exploring the wetness as it dripped out. She tightened up on command, seeing his breath hitch as his finger almost slipped in.

“Please?” She begged, arching her back more so that he could finger her.

“Can we try something?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, resting on her forearms as she leaned forward.

“If I lay back would you, um,” he couldn’t say the words. They felt too filthy leaving his mouth, pointing at his face instead.

She sat up then, pushing him back against the pillows and settling herself over his chest and gripping the headboard for support, Chip wrapped his arms around her hips and guided her forward more.

Her legs were already trembling in anticipation as she hovered over his face, feeling his breath right on her core, Without warning, he sucked her clit into his mouth.

“Fuck,” she gasped as she smacked her forehead against the blocked window behind her bed, hoping to god no one could see through the blinds.

He pushed one finger in as his tongue played with her clit. She couldn’t help rocking her hips against his face, helping him get deeper inside of her. He curled his finger, lightly fucking her with it as he sucked, licked, kissed her pussy.

She was a mess, shaking over top of him as she tried to keep her orgasm in. Not wanting to cum yet, wanting to feel all of him inside of her before she did that. So he added a second finger, making her cry out in pleasure against the window without even trying.

Her orgasm ripped through her as she fucked his face, holding his hair with one hand as the other steadied her on the headboard. She couldn’t believe how intense it was, almost knocking the wind out of her as she road it out on his tongue.

He smiled against her, kissing her clit once more before pulling out and helping her back towards his lap. She wasted no time hovering over his cock as it strained on his stomach.

“Do you want to?” She asked, trying to control her breathing but still looking like a panting mess as she anticipated him.

“I’ll always want you,” he assures her with the sweetest smile.

She wraps her arms around him and rolls them over once more, he adjusts between her legs and drags himself along her overstimulated clit, she shudders at the feeling and then laughs at her own reaction.

“Ready?” He whispered.

She nodded, feeling Chip push in, she reached for his hands where they rested on her hips and interlocked their fingers. He bottomed out and dropped to hover over her, bringing their interlocked hands over her head.

She reached up to kiss him, Chip pushing into the kiss and making her settle into the pillow once again. It honestly felt like a movie scene, a first time between two star-crossed lovers. He pulled out ever so slightly before thrusting in again, she gasped against his mouth.

Chip trusted more while she pushed her hips into it as well, an offbeat rhythm developed in pure ecstasy. She let go of Chip’s hands to snake them around his waist, to run her fingers over the soft and slightly chilled skin of his back. Feeling the bump of his spine as Chip ducked into the crook of her neck, placing kisses along her collarbone.

Chip changed the position of his thrust as he wrapped his arms under her, arching her back ever so slightly to reach the bundle of nerves that left her a quivering mess. Y/N, in response to the added pleasure, ran her sharp nails down Chip’s back and he groaned at the feeling, “do that again.” he requested.

“Like that?” She asked, dragging his nails down him once more.

“Yeah,” Chip moaned, dark and deep.

The feeling of pure bliss overtook her body with each thrust, warm chills ran through him with each brush of his thumb on her clit. Every kiss to her neck and squeeze around her waist made her feel like she was on fire.

The hairs on her arms stood up, goosebumps formed along his forearms. Chip kissed from her neck to her nipple and took the hard nib into his mouth causing her to moan like she never had before.

“Chip,” she panted, pulling Chip’s face back up to his.

His eyes were absolutely blown out in pleasure, those golden wonders he used to stare into were now replaced solely by the pupils. She ran her thumb across Chip’s cheek before reaching to the nape of his neck to pull him into another kiss. Open mouths pressing together, hot air on each other's faces as they panted to the pleasure.

She was in heaven.

Her orgasm bubbled in her stomach, “are you close?” Chip whispered right beside her mouth, kissing her cheek lightly after.

She hummed, unable to speak with the mass amount of pleasure coursing through her body. Chip fucked into her a bit harder, a tiny bit faster, hitting her g-spot dead on each time to the point the nerves in her thighs were quaking uncontrollably.

She was so close, Chip used 3 fingers to quickly rub over her clit before she threw her head back with a shout. Cumming with her eyes pressed shut, pleasure coursed through her body stronger than she’s ever felt it before.

Nothing had ever made her cum that hard, ripping through her like her soul was leaving her body. She dug her nails deep into Chip’s skin holding him close to his body while he kept thrusting.

A high-pitched gasp left his lips, close to her ear as his hips sputtered into her’s one last time.

She still hadn’t opened her eyes, her breath rigid, she felt winded. Chip had stilled as he came inside of her and then collapsed into her, deadweight laying on her.

Chip mustered enough energy to prop himself upon his arm and look at her. Using his free hand he ran his thumb against her bottom lip once more to get her to open her eyes.

“Hi,” he whispered.

“Hi,” she replied with a smile.

“You okay?” he asked.

She nodded, smile growing, “that was amazing.”

“Better than you hoped?”

“I’ve thought of doing this for the last month, I knew it would be amazing but I never imagined it would be that good.” she complimented Chip, “I think I died when I came, no joke.”

He laughed, dropping himself back into the crook of her neck. He kissed her more, up to her ear and across her jaw to her lips. Soft small kissed followed by a long-drawn-out one. Chip pulled their lips apart with a smack.

“Let me clean us up,” he said.

At that moment she realized Chip was still in her, soft and all. He pulled out slowly it was always such a weird feeling to be empty again. He sat up and made his way off the bed, he went to her bathroom.

Coming back still naked, his dick bobbing between his legs, she loved the view. He had a thing of baby wipes with him, knowing exactly where she kept everything in her bathroom by now.

“I can do it,” she suggested, reaching for them.

Chip pulled them back away from her, “I want to.” he said softly.

Running the cold wipe over her soft skin, Chip looked mesmerized. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

“Thank you,” she replied with a shy smile, “can you come back up here now?”

He tossed the wipes onto her night table and cuddled right back into her naked body, she held onto him tightly so he wouldn’t escape. She knew he wouldn’t, but she loved him so much she never wanted to let go.

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered into her neck. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same yet.”

“Are you kidding?” She laughed, pulling back so she could see his face as he looked up at her. “I think I’ve been in love with you since you walked in and said I was beautiful.”

He reaches for her cheeks and pulls her in for another kiss, “I’m going to love you forever.”

The words used to scare her, but now she looks at him and thinks they might be right for them.

“Forever it is, then.”

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emwritesfootball · 2 years

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Cooking with Mase | Declan Rice

Description: Declan gets jealous when he thinks the reader and Mason are secretly together.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: just some pining and a little angst before a happy ending

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One more hip bump from Mason followed by a giggle from her and Declan was gonna lose it. When his roommate and England teammate had suggested having her over for an evening of cooking, Declan had quickly agreed. What he hadn’t agreed to was watching Mason flirt with the girl he liked while the two of them chopped onions and sautéed chicken for whatever meal they were making - Mason had told him what it was but Declan had forgotten it the moment she had walked into the room carrying all the ingredients, all smiles and hugs for Mason.

“Chop those veg wrong and Declan won’t wanna date you,” Mason joked, earning himself a glare from you as you pointed the knife at him.

“C’mere,” you replied, grabbing Mason’s wrist and pretending to place it on the cutting board. “Surely you don’t need your hands for football.”

“Hey! I need these hands to satisfy women - you can’t cut them off!”

“Ridiculous.” You rolled your eyes as you continued to chop the bell pepper before adding it to the rest of the sauté.

“Declan’s been watching us all evening,” Mason murmured, and you resisted the urge to turn around and confirm the statement. “I think he’s jealous.”

You snorted, stirring the chicken and vegetables as directed. “Yeah, right. You’re gonna give me false hope, Mount, and I’d rather just live in my little fantasy world.”

Mason shifted, grabbing the spoon from your hands for his turn. “Yes but what if your fantasy could be a reality?”

“What fantasy?” Declan asked, appearing out of nowhere. He glanced from you to Mason and you looked away, unable to meet his gaze.

“Nothing,” you stammered, turning back to the food. “Just Mason being Mason.”

“That’s not true and you know it,” Mason replied but he decided not to press the issue.

“I hate you,” you said with no malice in your voice.

“You loooove me,” Mason singsonged back, bumping your hip with his.

Declan barely contained his rage, opening the fridge to grab something to drink as he seethed. “Just let me know when the food is done.”

“What’s his problem? He’s been grumpy all night,” you muttered as Declan retreated to his room.

“Told ya - it’s because of you and me; he thinks we’re flirting.”

You swatted Mason with the dishrag, smiling when he yelped and jumped out of the way. “And I told you to stop lying to me.” You bit down on your bottom lip, contemplating your next move. “Do I go follow him or is that too much?”

“Go,” Mason said softly, all jokes aside. “We’ve gotta let this simmer for a few minutes anyway.”

“Okay,” you said hesitantly, your heart in your throat as you made your way over to Declan’s room. “Dec?” You called out lightly, knocking on the door jamb. “Mind if I come in?”

Declan looked up, his eyes meeting yours. You clutched the neck of your beer bottle for moral support as you walked fully into the room after he nodded. “What’s wrong? Get tired of Mase’s flirting already?” It was meant to be a joke but it came out more like a sneer and you started to regret following him.

“I- no. He’s not flirting with me.”

“Right, I forgot. He’s just making you laugh and being your friend,” Declan said sarcastically, taking a swig of his own beer.

“He is just my friend, Dec.”

Neither of you said anything for a moment and you took the opportunity to look around his room. You hadn’t missed the strong masculine smell that engulfed you the moment you walked in, but everything was in its place. His sheets looked crisp and clean, part of you wanting to know what they would feel like on your bare skin, but you squashed that thought.

Declan said your name, bringing you out of your thoughts. “What?” You asked, knowing you’d missed something.

“I said ‘did you need anything else?’” Declan repeated himself, clearly annoyed.

“I guess not,” you sighed, giving him one last longing look before returning to the kitchen and right into Mason’s arms. “You’re wrong - he hates me.”

“You’re wrong - he just wants you but doesn’t know what to do because he thinks we’ve got something.”

“We’re just friends who bonded because we’re from the same city; how does he not get that?”

“Because he’s jealous.”

“Well, he needs to figure out his feelings and express them before I decide to date you out of spite.”

Mason took a step back, his hands up in surrender. “Whoa whoa whoa, you’re leaving me out of this. I’m just here to help the two of you get together, not for fake-dating fodder.”

“You start this mess, you gotta help me finish it, Mount.”

“I will do no such thing.”

The timer went off and the two of you set to work putting the finishing touches on the meal before calling out to Declan that dinner was ready.

Mason maneuvered it so Declan had no choice but to sit next to you and you weren’t sure if it was a good thing or bad thing, deciding on the former when Declan’s knee brushed yours as he sat down. “Don’t you wanna sit next to your girl, Mase?” Declan asked, and you could practically feel the anger and challenge radiating off him in waves.

“Nah, she’s not mine anyway. I’ll let you sit next to her.” Mason grinned, his gaze vacillating between you and Declan. He forked some food into his mouth, moaning with delight. “Damn, this is good. She’s a good cook isn’t she, Dec?”

“The two of you make a good team,” was Declan’s answer, and you felt a sense of loss as he pulled his knee away from yours.

“Just give it up, Mase,” you sighed, your appetite gone. “Just stop.”

“I want my friends to be happy, is that a fucking crime?!”

“It is when he’s not interested!” You shot back, forgetting Declan was right there. “I want him and he clearly doesn’t want me so just give it up already!”

“What?” Came Declan’s incredulous voice next to you.

“Nothing, just forget about it,” you muttered derisively, sticking your fork into your food and chewing so you didn’t have to make anymore conversation.

You got up abruptly when you were done, grabbing your stuff as you debated whether or not to leave just yet. “Can I talk to you?”

“Why, Declan?” You sighed defeatedly. “I’d rather not.”

“Mason told me everything.” Your blood ran cold as you stared at Declan and he continued, “I’m sorry.”

Your stomach sank and you knew where this was going. “Don’t be. I came here under false pretenses - serves me right for not handling my feelings like an adult.”

You tried to sidestep him but Declan was fast, blocking your path. “You didn’t let me finish,” he mumbled, his gaze intense as he stared down at you. “I’m sorry I ruined our evening. I really thought the two of you were flirting and I was jealous. I thought you liked Mason because the two of you hit it off so quickly and you barely gave me the time of day; I didn’t realize it was because you felt the same way about me.” His expression softened and he reached out to touch you.

Your heart beat rapidly in your chest as his fingers made contact with your skin. You sucked in a breath, your gaze flicking up to meet his. “I do,” you whispered, stepping into him. “Are you gonna do anything about it?”

Declan’s tongue peeked out to wet his bottom lip and your eyes tracked the movement. He leaned down, his nose brushing against your cheek as your lips met in a perfect kiss. Your hand came up to press your palm to his chest as your other gripped the back of his neck. His hands slid up your back, exploring your body as he kissed you senseless. You moaned in his mouth, your tongue tangling with his as he deepened the kiss.

“Fuck, why did we wait so long?” Declan groaned, his eyes half-closed as he rested his forehead against yours.

“I’m not the one who thought me and Mason were dating,” you teased, giggling as you kissed him again.

“Don’t worry, I plan on making up for lost time,” Declan rasped, tucking your hair behind your ear as he leaned in for another kiss.

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judeswhore · 3 years

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im kinda in my feelings atm, so some soft mason with prompt 14 (missed you kiss, i think that’s the number) would be everything; also sorry I can’t come up with a certain background but im sure you will make it amazing

number 14 from the kiss prompt list; missed you kiss

just a quick little welcome home mason blurb idk if this was the vibe u were going for i can totally do another if not BUT ENJOY

also i’m sorry that this is so late i hope love sick mason makes up for it

back in your arms - mason mount

Mason being away a lot was something you had to get used to in your relationship. He'd told you from the very start that he travelled more than the usual person and he'd been worried that it might place a strain of your relationship but you'd reassured him that you knew what his job entailed and it didn't change anything about the way you felt about him. There really was nothing that could change your feelings for him.

It didn't make it any easier when he was away though, you'd be constantly counting down the hours until he was due home, wearing only his clothes just to keep the smell of him close to you. The two of you would be texting constantly when you had minutes free and it was guaranteed that you'd get a good morning message at some point during the day depending on his time zone.

If you were both free when it was time for the other to sleep you'd always manage to facetime, your mood instantly lifting when you saw his face. Mason always liked to squeeze in a phone call or video call just before a match too, determined to use you for good luck.

If he'd been away for a longer stretch of time than usual and his flights lined up with your regular day you'd always get yourself out of any other commitments, work related or not, to meet him at the airport. You’d make him a little sign MASON MOUNT with a heart written in bold writing in the centre, grinning brightly as you stood and waited for him, some of the other teams family or partners waiting around you.

Mason would have no idea you were waiting for him, you’d told him that you couldn’t get out of your shift and that you’d meet him back at home so the look of

sheer surprise when he walked out into the group and spotted you would be enough to make you laugh. He’d stop dead in the walkway, eyes drinking you in, smile slowly stretching across his face. His eyes would sparkle and his heart felt ready to burst from his chest with so much love finally seeing you again.

He knew two weeks wasn’t really a long time, but being away from you felt like leaving half of him back here, he never quite felt whole. But seeing you again, your eyes so full of love, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet, he felt that wash of calm that only you could provide settle over him. He felt all the anxiety and pressure slide from his shoulders because without even saying anything, just sending him that grin he adores so much, had him shedding half his burdens.

You would hardly let him put his duffel bag down on the floor before you were launching yourself at him, arms around his neck, legs around his waist, face tucked firmly into the space between his shoulder and neck, exactly where you felt it belonged. Mason’s hands would wrap around your back, his own face pressed into your shoulder, unable to fight the grin he knew he’d be wearing for the rest of the day.

You’d breathe in his familiar comforting scent, mind reeling at the fact he was finally here, and you wouldn’t be able to hold back the flood of tears that started to flow down your cheeks. Mason would rest one hand on the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair as he held you as tight as he could, revelling in the fact that he could finally touch you after all those days apart. The jumper of yours he’d snuck into his suitcase had long since lost your familiar strawberry scent and his chest ached with being surrounded by it again.

You’d let out a choked sob against his neck, tightening your grip on him, fingers of one hand clasped into the back of his shirt. “Never leave me again.” You’d mumble against his skin and Mason would let out a soft laugh, nuzzling his head against the side of yours.

“Never.” You both knew of course that he’d be travelling again soon but the words held so much more meaning than that. Mason knew from those words that you’d been just as lost without him as he’d been without you and he soaked up the overwhelming feeling of love and need sparking off you.

Mason would slowly manage to coax your face out from his neck and settle you on the ground, his hands cupping your jaw as he wiped his thumbs over the tears. The second your eyes met his again he swore everything around him fell away and there was only you. You with your strawberry scented products and your adorable little sign and your cheeks flushed red.

“Why are you crying?”

“I just missed you, so fucking much.” You’d press your fingers against his chest, leaning into his warmth. “I think I forgot how beautiful you are.” Mason would laugh at this, leaning down slightly so he could brush his nose against the side of yours, his lashes fluttering over those pretty brown eyes.

“Missed you, too, baby. There wasn’t a moment that I wasn’t thinking about you, thinking about how much I just wanted to be wrapped up with you. Missed your hugs so much.” He’d use his grip on your jaw to tilt your head back before his lips were on yours.

He’d be able to taste your tears but it didn’t matter, all that mattered was you and finally being back in your arms. Mason’s mouth would move softly over yours, the slowest of kisses, just lips and love, days of not being able to kiss you poured into the way he dragged his mouth over yours. You wouldn’t even mind the quick clash of teeth from Mason’s smile before he pulled away, mouth still hovering over yours. You’d be able to feel the brush of his lips when he spoke.

“I love you.” He’d drop a kiss to your nose, once again using his thumbs to wipe away your fallen tears.

“I love you.” And neither of you would even spare a thought for the photographers who had been waiting at the airport and definitely caught the exchange for their papers. You’d be too caught up in sharing another kiss, Mason’s fingers sliding easily through yours, his grip on your hand a constant thing as you made your way to collect his suitcases. Mason wouldn’t be able to help himself, he’d press his lips against your hair or your temple every few minutes, mind set on the fact that for the next few days, work or not, you were spending every single second with him.

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alltoolewis · 3 years

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F7 with mason from the prompt list please

A love to strong to fade - Mason Mount

Prompt- "I meant it when I said for better or for worst..."

Summary- After your wedding, you get involved in a car accident which leaves you temporary paralysed, which makes you think that mason deserves better, so Mason makes it his mission to let you know how much he still cares....

(warning: sensitive content including

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The wedding day is every little girls dream... the day where you say your vows and get dressed up in a beautiful white gown, the biggest diamond on your hand & your pinned back with your grandmothers broach. Inviting all the family, even the ones you rarely speak too, all to see you go into the arms of your soulmate and live a happy and healthy life together... however your happy ever after ended shortly after.

It all happened one cold, dark night after a match which so happened to fall on your anniversary, celebrating 6 years together and 5 months married! You left early that game, wanting to get home before Mason to set up a late night anniversary celebration, however as you were driving the rain started to fall down heavier, causing fog to appear across the roads. You just about to make the last corner of your route, as a truck misses a red light and hits you head on... You couldn’t remember anything that night, but Mason did... he remembered getting that phone call, he remembered Ben racing him down to the hospital, finding out that you may not make the night and if you did you probably will never be able to walk again... fortunately for you it wasn’t as bad as they thought, with a successful surgery the doctors said that you may one day be able to walk again, but when... is still unknown.

The days were longer and the nights grew colder as you lost everything you have ever known to do... Mason was amazing, arriving late to training every morning so he could help you get ready for the day, getting you dressed before he took you downstairs, setting up your wheelchair, him being your own doctor as he served you up a breakfast along with a side of pain meds. & you were so grateful for him.. you really was, however a part of you felt like you didn’t deserve him, seeing him everyday rush home from training and hard games just so he could give you your next dose of meds... this wasn’t what he signed up for. Envy flooding though your veins as you seen couples walking hand in hand, all while Mason was pushing you. He deserved someone who could give him as much support as he gave you, someone who he was able to take to events or have at matches without having to think about you constantly... he deserved the world and at the moment... you weren’t able to give it to him.

“Right darlin... I won’t be long!” Mason whispered as he pecked your lips, moving your wheelchair closer to you as he moved you to the side, apologising as you hissed in pain. “Are you sure you don’t want me to phone mum? “ he offered, reaching out for his phone, until you stopped him.

“Mase..” you sighed, allowing him to put it back in his pocket as he took in your soft eyes “I’ll be fine baby... your only gonna be half an hour, I’m gonna be fine, I promise”

Kissing your temple, mason finally gets up “okay... please stay there tho.. I won’t be long, your wheelc-”

“Mason...”

“sorry” he chucked “I’m off... Love you”

“Love you too mase”

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You thought you would be able to do it... you should of been able to do it!! A simple task of getting a drink proved itself to be difficult as the breaks were off on your chair, causing you to crash on the floor, unable to move as puddle of tears grew beneath you.

“Baby.. I’m ho-” Mason sang, stopping in his tracks as he found you on the floor, soft sobs filling the silence. “Oh my god... (y/n)...” he gasped as he ran towards you, gently placing you back on the chair as your cries grew louder...

“What was you doing!?”

“I thought- I thought I could do it” You sobbed as he ran his fingers through your hair, something that was promed to calm you down “I should of been able to do it! WHY CAN’T I DO IT!”

Breaking down you fell into Masons chest, soaking his t-shirt as you let out all the hurt and pain from the past 5 months. Feelings of regret and guilt washing over you as he continued to comfort you over something that never should of happened....

“I won’t be angry you know...” you whispered, voice cracking as the words you’ve been holding in slipped out.

“what? angry about what?!” he questioned, looking into you yours eyes to see a different kind of pain... the pain when your about to lose something..

“if you left me...”

“what no (Y/n) I-”

“NO!...Mason just listen to me-” hissing in pain as you moved closer to him, squeezing his hand tight as you repeated the words that have been replaying in your head “you deserve someone better mason, someone you don’t have to physically move, someone you could take out hand in hand as you match each others footsteps. You deserve perfect Mason.. & right now, at this moment, I’m Nowhere near it...I’m a mes-”

Not being able to finish your words as Mason cut you off, lips crashing with yours as tears ran down both of your faces. The kiss feeling the exact same way it did 7 years ago, when you were both young and healthy and there wasn’t anything in the way.

“You may be a mess” Mason sighed as he pulled away, leaning his forehead on yours as he said the words you needed to hear... “But your my mess... do you think I care that I can’t walk next to you, that I have to pick you out of bed or that I have to wheel you around... I know this isn’t how you wanted our story to go... be neither but the most important thing is that I still have you by my side”

Taking you hand in his, he kisses your wedding ring, looking you deep in the eyes as recited the words you wish you could here for the rest of your life...

“I, Mason Tony Mount, Take thee (Y/FN), to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I pledge thee my faith."

“Mas-”

“I took a vow (y/n).. and I meant every word when I said for better or for worst...” Kissing your lips again as he holds you tight... “I love you (y/n) so much!”

“I love you more...”

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ohmyeyesmyeyes · 3 years

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Idk if you do one shots inspired in songs, but if so, Would you mind doing one with a Taylor Swift's song which is called "The 1"? With Mason Mount please

< i love taylor so much and i really hope i didn’t completely butcher this, but thanks for the challenge :) >

MASON MOUNT ONESHOT

the 1

( WARNING: little bit of angst and fluff?, swearing )

word count: 1.8k

Things don’t often go as we expect them to, and it’s often incredibly difficult to replan your life around that massive change and adapt your lifestyle so you can — in reality — live again.

It’s like trying to find your feet when you’re in the air — it feels impossible but you know with time you’ll eventually meet the ground again.

That’s what it felt like when you and Mason broke up four years ago.

You were fresh out of uni and at the time, you really thought he’d be it for you, and honestly, so did he. A break up thrown into the mix of having to navigate adult life just seemed to put a huge stopper on all your plans; the holiday you two had both booked for a weekend away in Ireland, the meals out with friends that you had to cancel, and the house showings you were set to attend.

Looking back on your relationship now, you realise it wouldn’t have been the worst thing to end up with Mason. All the years and effort and time put into loving him were — without a doubt — some of the best years of your life (at that stage in life), and did you regret it?

Not one single bit.

But four years is the perfect amount of time to heal, remove the salt from the wound and finish grieving.

But he was here. In real life.

You’d imagined running into him in the supermarket or on a night out with your friends, but a bus stop?

That one was weird. Mainly because you both hated catching the bus with a burning passion.

But it lead to a catch up over coffee.

It was a quiet place, out of the way of the usual lunchtime hustle and bustle in the city, and for that you were grateful. You could hear your own thoughts.

It was awkward at first, you couldn’t keep your eyes from fixating on his figure, his features, because four years can really change a person. He was much broader, his hair a little shorter, but he was still that same Mason you once loved.

You knew that because the first thing he did when he sat down was offer you that cheeky, charming smile that had you hooked from the second you met.

He’d asked how you were, and you answered honestly: you were living well, your best life, and to the fullest. And you knew and he knew that it wasn’t a lie.

He could tell by the smile on your face and the new, sparkling band on your wedding finger. He half expected that blow to sting a little — that you’d found someone and he hadn’t, but he was never one to be bitter whatsoever, at least, not when it came to you.

Instead, he offered his congratulations and the only inkling of regret he held was not being there when it happened.

I guess you never know, never know,

And if you wanted me, you really should’ve showed,

And if you never bleed, you’re never gonna grow,

And it’s alright now.

There was silence after that.

You had one thing on your mind, and you knew by the way he was looking at you that he was also thinking the same thing.

You took a sip of your coffee.

He mirrored your actions, seemingly startled when you placed your mug onto your saucer, the chink of porcelain against porcelain echoing around the small shop cutting through the previous quietness.

“I think I hated you for a while.” You murmured, and if Mason wasn’t leant over the table slightly, he would’ve missed the statement completely.

He nodded in understanding, his brown eyes shining with the faintest hint of guilt.

“I think I was so frustrated with the idea that we just…didn’t work, and I blamed it on you.” You paused, fingers twisting your rings.

He paused, mulling over his words, “And now? Still hate me now?”

You bit back a small smile and met his eyes, “No…I think it’d take a whole load of bad shit to get me to hate you.”

He smiled.

“That’s good to know.”

“I mean, I think it was a long time coming anyway, that break up.”

“It didn’t feel right for a while.”

“No,” you agreed, “as much as it hurt to admit, I think we just failed…as a couple. There was a point where we were just together for the sake of not giving up on the relationship, but with no real reason to continue.”

But we were something, don't you think so?

Roaring twenties, tossing pennies in the pool,

And if my wishes came true,

It would've been you,

In my defense, I have none,

For never leaving well enough alone,

But it would've been fun,

If you would've been the one.

He seemed to ponder over your words, and although he never voiced it, he came to the conclusion that you’d just put into words — perfectly — the itch that had been tickling his brain for the past few years.

“Despite that, you can’t deny that we weren’t something…” he started, before breaking off and shaking his head, as if the mere thought was ridiculous.

“We were something special. I think, had things stayed like they were in the beginning, that…you and I…” you waved your hand, tilting your head, and he nodded in agreement, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Me too. I think…in another life we could have made each other happy. It would have been fun.”

The words ‘if you would’ve been the one’ echoed in your head, and despite the passive aggressiveness of your conscience, you found yourself holding back a smile.

“Water fights in winter and eggs with ketchup…perfect. I’d never have gotten tired of that.” You mused, and he spluttered slightly on his coffee, laughing along with you in what felt like a decade.

I have this dream you're doing cool shit,

Having adventures on your own,

You meet some woman on the internet and take her home,

We never painted by the numbers, baby,

But we were making it count,

You know the greatest loves of all time are over now.

“Then again, who knows? Maybe you’ll fall over in the airport and some lucky person will help you off the floor—”

“You’re about to say something cheesy, aren’t you?” Mason covered his mouth, scrunching his nose in anticipation as you nodded.

“All this nostalgic bullshit has me emotional! I swear, just this once…just this once, and I promise you can laugh about it afterwards.” You swore, holding out your pinkie for confirmation.

He didn’t hesitate, and linked your pinkie.

“You’ll find someone else. It’ll be love at first sight—hey, let me have this moment…maybe love at second sight, knowing you… you’ll go to some really magical place and have the most amount of fun you’re ever gonna have…hikes, skydiving, looking after animals I’m sanctuaries…you’re gonna have the time of your life — like Grey and Swayze.” You sniggered, unable to hold in your laughs at the ridiculous scenarios.

Mason pulled a face, unable to hide a smile.

“Okay, okay. End of story: they’ll be perfect. The Chandler to your Monica or the Robin to your Ted. But, you understand what I’m talking about, right?” You asked, sighing out of frustration.

“You’re saying I’ll find my person.” He concluded, sitting back in his chair.

“Yeah.”

We were something, don't you think so?

Rosé flowing with your chosen family,

And it would've been sweet,

If it could've been me,

In my defense, I have none,

For digging up the grave another time,

But it would've been fun,

If you would've been the one.

“Like…your grandma and grandad. I want what they have.” Mason smiled.

“They’ll be pleased to hear that,” you said, “I don’t think they’re quite over us yet. You were too…you at family meals. They fell in love with you too.”

This time Mason really laughed. Really laughed. He threw his head back and the people working at the counter turned to look at him, fighting their own smiles at his carefree nature.

What you’d said wasn’t even that funny.

“Too me? Thanks, I think?”

“Oh, that’s definitely a compliment. You’re too damn charming for your own good, it’s a problem. You should come with a warning label on your forehead: EASY TO LOVE.”

“That’ll solve a lot of problems.”

There was silence.

It was relieving to say the least.

“That whole conversation was about four years too late.” You said, pursing your lips.

“Better late than never.” Mason murmured, his eyes trained on you.

The pressure on your shoulders was lifted. All the things that needed to be said were said.

As time passes, the wound heals — sometimes, but in your case, that was true, as hard as it was to come to that conclusion — and it suddenly became easier to recall the loss of what might have been without bringing you back to wishing it would be again.

It was nice.

“Would it be totally inappropriate—”

“Not at all.” You interrupted, shrugging at his raised eyebrows.

“You didn’t know what I was going to say.” He chuckled.

“I’ll have you know that years of knowing you granted me the issue of knowing what you’re going to say,” You said, pointing an accusatory finger in his direction.

“What was I going to say?” He challenged, “If you get it right, I’ll get you tickets to the next game.”

You raised your brows.

“Confident, are we?”

He shrugged, a smug smirk on his lips.

“I don’t think it’s totally inappropriate to be friends.” At your words, he slumped in his chair, hands going to cover his face.

“No.” He groaned, repeating the word like a mantra as you pumped the air with your fist.

“Three tickets to the next game in the bag.” You bragged.

“Honestly.” He whined, peeling his hands away. “Why are you so difficult?”

“You offered the terms.”

“Why am I so dumb?” He rephrased.

“Ah, I'm afraid only you can answer that one.”

“The brain cells I have left don’t have enough energy to come up with an answer to a question as philosophical as that one—yes, it was philosophical to me, okay?”

“I wasn’t going to say anything.” You promised, putting your hands in the air in surrender.

“Just remember who’s going to give you those tickets, yeah?” He teased, sitting up.

“Abusing your power, nice move.”

“Oh…shut up.”

“Weak.” You coughed, trying to disguise the fact you said anything.

He looked straight at you, highly unimpressed by your tactics.

“Very original.” Was all he said.

“Is it supposed to be this easy?” You blurted out, spitting out the words before you could rethink the consequences of them being thrown into the abyss between you and Mason.

He knitted his brows together in thought.

“I don’t know,” he answered honestly, “but we were friends way before, it’s not hard to fall back into old habits. I think that’s why it’s so easy.”

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Summary: Mason and the reader have an argument, but with Y/N already stressed from her mentally taxing job, disaster strikes for the young couple.

Notes: This wasn't requested, but I felt like writing something and my asks are dry asf. This is going to be a little mini-series kind of thing (if I can manage to keep my levels of motivation up). Also feels weird writing in 3rd person :/. So, yeah, requests are very much open! xx

Warnings: Seizures, mention of suicide, mentions of death

Just Tell Me It's Not The End Of The Line - Mason Mount

"Y/N, we barely spend time together anymore!" Mason said, voice raised slightly. This was a new experience for the both of them. Not once in their four years of being together had the two of them raised their voices at each other. I mean, they'd barely even argued.

"Mase, we can't help it, can we!? You're always at training during the day, I'm always on the night shift. I don't know what you want me to do! Seriously, tell me how I can fix this and I'll do it!" she said back, exasperated. Y/N had already had a stressful week, well a stressful couple of months. Her new job was mentally taxing, but something that needed to be done. Working at an emergency call centre wasn't the nicest of jobs. Sure, you got the calls of cats being 'stuck' up trees or calls from drunks on a night out, just wanting to say hello. But more often than not, Y/N had been dealing with the more serious calls. Either other operators (usually new) didn't know how to deal with these calls, or for some reason, all these calls just happened to be ones that she picked up. The last week had been particularly hard, having dealt with three suicides, two of which she had been unable to prevent, about a dozen calls from distressed children who had been unable to wake their relative from their 'sleep', and you get the idea.

"I don't know! I don't know if there's anything we can do! Even on your days off, all you want to do is lie in bed, in silence. It's like I don't matter to you anymore,"

"Mase, do you have any idea how hard my job is, the sort of things I have to deal with and hear on a daily basis!?"

"Look, Y/N, I don't know what you want me to say, but this relationship won't work if we barely see each other. Maybe we're best off-" But the rest of the sentence had cut off for Y/N, the room now appeared to be spinning, her left arm had fallen numb and limp at her side.

"M-Mase..."

"What!?" Mason shouted unexpectedly, frustrations growing at the situation. Emotions were running so high, the thought of having to split from his girlfriend of four years blocking out the obvious struggles Y/N was having with her speech.

"S-Something... S-Something doesn't f-feel r-r-right..." she slurred. And that's when it happened, Y/N fell to the ground, her eyes rolling to the back of her head and she began to convulse. Mason dropped to his knees next to her, panic flooding his face.

"Y/N! Y/N!" he screamed, reaching for his phone and dialling 999.

"Ambulance service," he said the second someone started to talk to him on the other end of the line. He was put through to someone and quickly began to explain what was happening.

"Move everything out the way so she can't hit her head, and start a stopwatch, stop it when I tell you to," the woman on the other end of the call ordered calmly.

"A stopwatch!?"

"Just do it," He put his phone on speaker ,before switching to his stopwatch on his alarm app, starting the timer and then proceeded to move everything in the close vicinity away from Y/N's head. He was then talked through how to put her into recovery position, laying her on her side to begin with and ending with tilting her head up.

The ambulance only took five minutes to arrive, but those five minutes were possibly the longest few minutes of Mason's life. He spent them trying to reassure both himself, and Y/N, saying things along the lines of, "You're gonna be okay," "Come on, baby, stay with me," "Please don't leave me," "I love you," and "You're gonna be just fine, the ambulance is on its way."

When Mason heard the streets fill with the sound of sirens, he rushed to open the front door before dashing back to his girlfriend's side. She was still violently convulsing. The ambulance crew ran in, making a quick job of putting Y/N onto a stretcher and carrying her into the ambulance. Mason followed closely behind, tears threatening to spill over and down his cheeks.

"Was anyone timing it?" the paramedic asked, Mason pulled out his phone, showing it to him and staring at it himself. Y/N had been fitting for about 8 minutes now, the paramedic immediately calling a medical emergency. A few minutes later, and Y/N's seizure had stopped, she was breathing, but unconscious. Mason sat next to her, holding her hand the whole way. When they arrived, Mason was forced to wait in the reception of the hospital, with the promise that as soon as they had any news, he would be the first to know. So whilst he was waiting he made some calls, first to her parents, next to her brother, Dan, letting them all know of the current situation, and finally to Declan, tears that had been developing since the moment Y/N's seizing had begun, finally streaming from his eyes.

"It's my fault Dec,"

"How can it be? She had a seizure, how can that be your fault?"

"We were arguing, I was shouting at her, and seconds later she was on the floor. What if I lose her Dec... I don't know what I'd do without her... I can't believe I actually thought I could end things between us. I'd be lost Dec, I'd be lost without her. And I almost ended things with her, just because she'd been struggling with work and not being able to spend as much time together because of it,"

"Mase, I need to go, I'm getting in the car now, let Kepa and Kai know. They're her best friends, they'll want to be there when she wakes up" Declan sighed, hanging up the phone. Dan stood metres away, listening to the whole conversation, racing towards Mason, his head in his hands.

"It was your fault! If she dies- If she dies, it's all your fault Mount!" he shouted, grabbing Mason by the collar of his coat and shoving him against the walls of the waiting room.

"I know! I know..." Mason cried as hospital staff rushed to pull Dan off of him.

"Sir, we're going to need you to leave until you've calmed down," the receptionist said, pointing towards the door, Dan went to protest, but looked at Mason's sobbing form and his and Y/N's parents stood there, giving him a look telling him to just leave for a bit. He turned around and walked back out of the hospital, going to calm down until someone came to let him know the state of his little sister. Paul, Y/N's Dad, walked over, pulling Mason into a hug, Claire, her Mum, unable to anything but watch the scene unfold.

"It's alright son, it's gonna be alright, it's not your fault, you couldn't have known that your argument would've caused this, and who says it even did, come on son, calm down," he looked at Claire as Mason's sobbing came to a stop. He lifted his head up and pulled away, sitting back down in his seat, not saying a word. Claire knelt down in front of him.

"If the seizure was due to stress, you and her arguing can't have been the only thing stressing her out, plus lets be honest, she'd forgive you for anything, she would, she loves you and she knows that you love her, anyone who has eyes can see that you love her," she said smiling, "ignore Dan, he's scared, and he's protective of his little sister, but that doesn't mean that what he said was right."

"How about we go and get some coffees, we might be here a while, you stay here, okay?" Paul suggested. Mason just nodded. He sat there, watching the door that Y'N had been rushed through, just waiting for someone, anyone, to come and tell him that his girlfriend was okay. After a few minutes someone did come out and was heading in his direction, he stood up instantly.

"Mason Mount?"

"Yeah," he replied, wiping the tears from his cheeks. He could only imagine how he looks right now.

"We've found a large blood clot in one of her brain's main arteries," Mason was stunned to silence, "unfortunately, the clot isn't responding to any of the medication and we're under a lot of pressure to get this done, as we don't have a lot of time..., we'd like to try a procedure called the clot retrieval surgery. We would feed a wire through an artery in her groin, up into the brain and pull the clot out. On one hand though, it is an experimental surgery and carries an element of risk,"

"What could happen..?" Ben asked, scared to know the answer.

"The clot could get pushed further into the brain, or the artery could be damaged in the process, we need permission from a family member to go forward with the operation. Is there anyone currently here?" the doctor finished.

"Yeah, but they're in the canteen. I'm her boyfriend, surely I can make the decision too?" the doctor nods, "Do it, if that's the only way," Mason said. Nodding, the doctor retreated back into theatre as Y/N's parents came back into the room with the coffees.

"What did they say?" her Dad asked. And Mason explained it all, how the surgery would work and the possibility of complications, and now all they could do is wait. Paul went out to explain it all to Dan, whilst Claire remained by Mason's side, her hand resting on his arm in attempt to comfort him.

"She'll pull through, I know she will, she's strong. You know she is," Claire's words of comfort put Mason's mind slightly at ease. But, all they could do was wait and hope for good news of the surgery going well. Mason knew he was in for a long night of worry and frustration towards himself.

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