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julianalvarez9 · 8 months

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CHANGE YOUR MIND / MASON MOUNT

SUMMARY: You never really liked Mason Mount, even before he came to your club. Turns out, he's a very persuasive man, who will do everything he can to change your mind.

PAIRING: mason mount x ten hag!reader

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

WARNINGS: mason is a lovesick fool, use of ten hag as a plot device i'm so sorry

AUTHOR'S NOTE: it's been agesssss since i've posted something, so here's this! (something's that's been sitting in my drafts and i didn't dare finish for almost a month!). would reallyyyy love some feedback!

Your eyes go wide at the sight of him, resting calmly over the cap of his car, hands hiding inside his pockets. Mason looks straight out of a movie; one where the protagonist is waiting for his lover outside of their home. You try to not think about that, or about the warm feeling in your chest, as you angrily make your way towards him.

Once you reach him, you're ready to voice your concerns about his presence in your parents' home. "What are you doing here?".

The urgency in your voice only made the Englishman grin harder, if that was even possible.

He shrugs, clearly not preoccupied about the matter. "Came to see a friend, offer her a ride to work". You roll your eyes, annoyed, because obviously, this is Mason. This is the same insufferable guy you've got to know for months now, ever since he signed for Manchester United.

By looking at the watch on your wrist, and knowing your dad's entire routine, you know you two are running out of time. "C'mon, Mount, you need to leave!", you urge, and he tilts his head in confusion. "What? Why?," as if his entire life, at least, sport related, wasn't threatened by the man about to walk out the door.

"Did you hit yourself on the way here? Did you happen to forget who I live with?".

He shrugs, again, claiming "I don't mind". A second after, "he actually likes me. More than you do, at least". It's not the first snarky remark he throws your way, but it's still too early for you to pretend he hasn't got a special capacity for getting under your skin.

"I'd like to see if he continues to like you when he sees you talking to his daughter in his front yard".

You're right about that.

Yeah, Mason is your dad's new shiny toy, awarding him with being a constant feature in the starting eleven in every United game, but you doubt he'd be alright with whatever he's trying to do. After all, he never liked any of your past boyfriends, or friends who he -somehow- recognized as undeserving of his little girl, his only daughter. "I think he will," Mason says confidently, "I'm actually a great son-in-law, you know?".

You swear it is too early in the morning to have rolled your eyes the number of times you have in his presence, during the past three minutes. You ask, hopeful that the sly remark works to get him off your back. "Has being this cocky actually helped you, in some way?".

When his smile falters, you grin. It's probably the first time he doesn't have something, anything, to hit back, and you consider it a win for your side. "It did," he answers truthfully a beat after, and now his smile is bigger than ever. "Look, you're smiling at me".

You try, hard, to stop your cheeks from going red, but the way you can't really hold his stare any longer is a win for him. He basks in this feeling, knowing himself to be able to make you nervous must be a good sign, right?

At least, he hopes so.

"Okay, stop fucking around or you'll be late," you warn, coming close enough to him to push him off the hood of his car, and towards the driver's door. You try to ignore the way your fingers burn after touching him, deciding not to acknowledge the warning signs that something had changed in the past few weeks. You don’t despise him nearly as much, but you’re not keen on the idea of him knowing about it. Yet.

Mason opens the door of his car, and gets in. You nervously watch back, to the entrance door, after seeing what time it is. 9:13 AM. Your father will be out the door, any second now.

You hope that, the next time you look to the street, the car will be gone, and any trace of the Englishman vanished, like a dream. But instead, when you turn again, the tinted window of his car is down, and he's looking mischievously at you. "Already caring for me? that's new, Ten Hag".

"Go away, Mount".

Hearing the door open, just a few seconds after seeing Mason's car disappear from your street, makes your blood turn cold. The piercing question from your father doesn't make things better. "What are you doing over there?". There’s nothing you could possibly say that will convince your father, and saying the truth isn’t a possibility right now; so, instead, you defuse the question. "Nothing, nothing. Are you ready to leave now?".

The way to Trafford Training Centre is quiet. Your father isn't one to talk much normally, but the silence squishes you until you feel like you're holding your breath. He knows, you're sure, and you’re gonna make Mason pay for it.

That’s it, if you reach the training ground alive.

"You know, I think Mason is a good kid".

The affirmation is nowhere what you had expected your father to say, so you can’t hide the furrowed brows and defensive tone that comes along with it. "We're in first name base already? Wow, that's new".

The car stops in the red light, and your dad takes the time to turn his head in your direction. He sees your fixed gaze ahead, brows still furrowed, and his head tilts in confusion. "And he's trying really hard to get in your good graces".

"That's not true".

A beat.

"I saw him this morning".

After that, you're left waiting; either, for the disapproving voice in his tone, the yelling, or the pointing out reasons why you shouldn’t be this close to a player, much less someone like him. But instead, he’s silent. And somehow, the silence is scarier.

The air feels thick, and it’s scarily similar to how it feels when a storm is brewing. Hot, too heavy, and like the entire sky is about to fall apart. And a few minutes after, with the car finally parked, and the training center standing tall just a few meters ahead, Erik begins to talk.

“I don’t have a problem with it. Whatever it is”. In other circumstances, you’d laugh at the way he signaled with his hand when saying it, almost like dismissing the entire ordeal, as if he still, so many years after introducing other boyfriends in the past few years -not one that’s worth mentioning, though-, refused to acknowledge that his little girl is not so little anymore.

��I know I always said it’s not a good idea. And I still don’t think it is,” he remarks, but holds a finger up before you can’t argue against what he’s saying, “but, as I said, he’s a good kid. And, most importantly, he’s aware that if he breaks your heart, he won’t play anymore, so-”.

The horror in your eyes must be evident, because he starts laughing before you can tell him off because of his antics. “Dad!”.

“So, you can go out with him. Just don't break his heart, yeah?” You can’t even respond because he gets off the car then, taking his things with him before closing the car door. Yes, you come in together, but since you insist on keeping family business out of the club, Erik begins making his way in alone. “Could really use my star player having a great season".

In the distance, you can see Mason; he’s smiling widely, with a coffee cup in his hand, and standing just by the door. He opens it, to let your dad in, and you shake your head in feign disapproval. “Right, Mount?,” Erik calls, alluding to his previous statement; the one he can’t possibly have heard, given how far he was when he said the words. Between the three of you, you’re not the only one that knows that it’s a test, so Mason answers accordingly.

“Yes, sir, of course”.

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lovinnscarletknight · 4 years

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Video messages - Tony Stark!Dad x reader

-- Imagine being Tony Stark’s daughter and you disappeared when Thanos caused the blip. He leaves you a series of video messages talking to you about what is going on and he never loses hope.

I’ve had this in my drafts for agesssss and finally thought I should publish it since I haven’t posted in months.... enjoy, it’s probably sad.

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“February 2019” He cleared this throat carefully sitting back in his seat, “Hi Y/N, I figured that maybe videos of everything happening would be easier to show you when you come back rather than trying to explain it to you” Tony was sat in his chair and it was quiet. He looked too sick to be up and talking and definitely in a bad shape, “After everyone disappeared, I was stuck on that planet, in that ship, with Nebula for five days. Just stuck floating in space. She looked after me, she did her best. I had said goodbye when Carol showed up, she brought us back to the compound; Pepper was there and part of me was hopeful that we could get you back. But every day – it just gets harder not waking up to see you. I miss you”

“May 2019” Tony had gained some weight and was now sat in a different environment, in fact, he was sat in Y/N’s bedroom, “Pep and I have moved out of the compound, I built a house for all of us, me, you, Pep and, your little sister” Tony smiled as he held up a sonogram and Pepper happily laughed as she sat carefully on the bed, “We are actually in your bedroom now, don’t worry, I didn’t decorate, I left that to Pepper. It’s really quiet without you. I made your favourite last night, famous spaghetti, it didn’t taste the same; I know that sounds weird but it’s true. We also got the freezer stocked with cookie dough, we know you’ll be back soon and we know how much you love ice cream” Tony smiled gently and Pepper placed her hand on his shoulder, “We love you, we really do”

“August 2019” The room was lit and the background was different, he was sat on the decking outside, a glass of whiskey in his hand, “It’s been seven months since you disappeared. It would be your seventeenth birthday today. God – seventeen, where has the time gone?” He stared at the drink in his hand wiping a tear that fell from his eye, “Pepper is doing well. We decided to name her Morgan, little Morgan Y/N Stark. Pepper wanted your name in there too, she misses you. I don’t know what to say anymore. Part of me knows that I need to let go of you and continue our lives; I know the last thing you would want is this. You hated the attention” He sighed wiping his face with the back of his hands, “I love you”

“December 2019” The Christmas tree was up, it wasn’t dressed to what it normally was but a simple star sat on top, very few presents sat wrapped underneath differing much from last year, “Merry Christmas honey. I raised a glass for you tonight, Pepper raised a juice box” Pepper stepped forward waving, her pregnant stomach huge compared to the last time she had appeared on screen, “Morgan is due next month, the twenty- third. We really hope that you’ll be back with us by then, but chances seem low. We’ve got some Christmas presents too for you, I know you don’t like them but” Tony shrugged and looked at Pepper who quickly wrapped him in a hug. Tony sobbed harder before Pepper leaned forward switching the camera off whispering soothing words to her husband.

“January 2020” Tony smiled bright holding Morgan wrapped in a small pink blanket, “Y/N, this is Morgan, your little sister. Say hi honey!” Tony titled Morgan so the camera could see her little sleeping face, “She looks just like Pepper, but she’s got our face. You would love her Y/N; she is so small and precious. The birth went as planned, no complications; Pepper is resting but I’ll get her to pop in later. God – I can’t wait for her to meet you Y/N/N. See you soon beautiful, I love you”

“June 2020” Tony sat in the wooden seat looking tired, “Hello Y/N. It’s been a while since the last time I made one of these and this is going to be the last one. I can’t keep doing this knowing that I could be holding on to some hopeless dream that you’ll come back but also because if you do than it’s going to be too hard for you to see everything you have missed”

“I can’t expect you to be ok with us moving on with our lives but I also need you to know that not a day goes by that I don’t think of you” He nodded towards the camera, his vision now blurry, “I would give anything in a heartbeat to have you back here with us. Losing your mother hurt, then we lost your brother which was painful, but losing you? I can’t formulate how much this hurt. We were there for each other; we were all we had at one-point Y/N. It was me and you, against the world but I fucked that up, and no number of apologies or tears is going to fix that”

“Seeing you grow up so quickly these past few years has made me so proud to be your father” He shuffled in his seat wiping the fallen tears, “I will think of you every day when I wake up and every night before I go to sleep and all the time in between. You’ll always be with me Y/N, and I know right now, where ever you are, I’m with you. You know why right?” He smiled softly, “Me and you, we’re a team. I love you always Y/N”

“August 2023” Tony felt weird sitting down like this after such a long time. His hair had lightened, his face more worn and wrinkled but he looked happy, “It’s been three years since I last sat down to talk to you. As promised, not a day goes by when I don’t think of you. Today you would have turned twenty- one, finally legal to drink – although I knew those parties you went to had alcohol, I wasn’t stupid” He smiled, a small projection of what was in front of him lighting his face.

“Steve came and spoke to me today. I know, I’m just as shocked as you are. He thinks that we can go back in time, retrieve the stones and then use them to get everyone back. I was hesitant, I’m not going to lie Y/N. I couldn’t lose everything we’ve built to get crushed again but, turns out, I’ve figured it out. The whole-time travelling thing, I mean shit” A small voice repeated the curse word and Tony turned away from the camera scolding his youngest daughter, “You want to say hi to Y/N” Morgan agreed before clambering up her father’s legs to sit on his lap, he pointed at the camera and Morgan smiled and waved, “Morgan knows this is going to work, right?” the young girl nodded her head, “You’ll be home soon Y/N/M, we’re in the home stretch now and I can’t wait to see you again. I love you honey”

“I love you 3000 Y/N” Morgan beamed as Tony lent forward and the screen went blank.

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Sorry for not posting in so long but hope you enjoyed!

Requests are open and I’ll take anything except smut :)

- Angela x

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