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𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀

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summary: after a match, mason has to be interviewed as per usual. this one a little more exciting as the woman behind the camera is his girlfriend.

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mason mount x fem!reader

I LOVE THIS CONCEPT !! ps sorry i deleted it

writing this while pretending that loss didn’t happen,, fucking hell roll on west ham😅

warnings: fluff, there’s literally none, oh my bad writing

word count: 1K+

please don’t steal any of my work, thank you !

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𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 won their first match after a sour spat of defeats at the beginning of the season. The team was buzzing, the fans were wild, the stadium was loud as ever as the Liverpool fans poured out the premises as soon as they could.

Mason had carried the team, scoring two goals and gaining an assist with the third for Sterling. To say you were proud was an understatement. You watched him celebrate with the fans at Stamford Bridge, a home win for his belt of pride.

You could have stood their and stared at him all day like that. His wide smile and laugh you could practically hear from here, the crinkles around his eyes showing just how much joy he was in in that moment; leaving you content as you couldn’t wait for his big bear hug you would receive the second you were in private.

Your relationship with Mason was far from public, absolutely. Imagine the scandals if rowdy football fans found out that Mason Mount, Chelsea’s Starboy, was secretly living with his longterm girlfriend, who— might I add— is the voice you overhear on every Premier League match, before and after. The one holding the microphone to your favourite player spilling positives and negatives, after commenting on their performance for the previous 90 minutes.

People would jump straight to conclusions, assuming Mason was sleeping with you just to earn the positives from the press. Or if you making out with Chelsea’s heartthrob just to earn this job. It was a relationship written for the headlines. Hence, why you kept it so quiet for the current year long relationship.

A hand on your shoulder brought your attention off of Mason, turning around and seeing one of your fellow colleagues signalling that it was time for the interviews.

Now it wasn’t like you got unprofessional during these interviews, never to put it lightly. But yet again, have you ever had to interview your boyfriend who was probably the most annoying person to keep a secret? The man would crack a smile at anything and those wide eyes could be read by borderline everyone at home watching this on TV, not knowing the guy personally.

This was far from your first time interviewing Mason. But seeing his giddy run over to the platform and goofy smile on his face as he watched you set up the microphone for him, you knew you’d be in trouble this time.

You both straightened your posture as the voice of the cameraman was heard behind you, “And we’re rolling!”

You both looked at each other for a moment before starting, his smile widened and cheeks turned a blush rosey. You felt your skin get hot under his gaze, even though you’ve done this hundreds of times, Mason always had that effect on you.

You cleared your throat, “Hello, Mr Mount.” Mason snorted at the nickname and ducked his head down to laugh momentarily, realising he was on national television and had been called that name multiple times by tens of other people.

You closed your eyes and shook your head to restrain yourself from giggling along with him. “Congratulations on your two goals and assist.” You nodded at him adorning a smile, letting him know that you truly meant that comment.

He looked to the side to hide his growing grin and responded with a remark to your previous comment, “Thank you, Ma’am.”

“That’s—“ You cut yourself off with a small giggle that erupted from nowhere and coughed slightly to cover up your mistake, face turning red as you saw Mason pull his features together to stop himself from bursting out laughing. It wasn’t all that funny in reality, but when you’re in the moment, it seems like the funniest thing in the world.

Mason’s lips were pressed together tightly to stop laughter before it began, nodding at you to continue what you had started saying before you interpreted yourself.

“That’s alright, Mr Mount.” There was the nickname again, you paused to breathe before continuing. “How do you feel after a win so important like this? Liverpool are a tough team to beat, correct?”

Mason looked up at you with a grin, dimples prominent and hair messy on the top of his head. “Yeah, it was a tough game, great team and we just got lucky I guess. You know, when your missus is in the crowd, you gotta impress her somehow.” He winked, hinting at you but leaving the audience oblivious.

You blushed profusely, itching your neck to calm your nerves, the only man to make you feel this way watching you. “Lucky woman, huh?”

“The best.” He tilted his head, responding. His gaze was fixated on you, thinking you were the most beautiful person the ever grace the earth, wondering if he was lucky enough one day to call you Mrs Mount, ironically.

A hand on his shoulder shook him from his thought, looking up a meeting eyes with his Head Coach, Graham Potter.

“I’ll take it from here, Mason.” He nodded with wide eyes, initiating that if he answered one more question, the entirety of people watching on their TV screens right now would 100% figure out the relationship between the two of you, no one looks at someone that way if they’re only gonna spend the next minute and a half with them; more like the rest of their life.

Mason nodded at his Manager, smiling at you before he left. The cameras cut not long after you interview Potter, the man welcoming and open to answering your non-pestering questions.

As you were packing up your things, Graham tapped you on the back and said “You know you could just make out with Mason on camera and it would be just as obvious to what the Hell I just watched.” Chucking and slipping out the room as if it was nothing, leaving you stunned as it seemed that everyone was already aware of your relationship with Mason behind the camera.

this was SO BAD IM SO SORRY

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Warnings: angst, mentions of blood, mentions of injury. angst to fluff!!

Word Count: 6.8K

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Operation: Tartt’s Heart

Jamie Tartt x gn!reader

Summary: Jamie’s too scared to confess his (obvious) feelings for you, so when Richmond gets another clubhouse attendant who starts flirting with you, the team suddenly all become your guard dogs.

A/N: “Wah wah parasocial relationships are unhealthy” I don’t give a para-fuck. *points at a picture of Colin* This is my best friend. This is my best friend.

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With Richmond gaining more success after rejoining the Premier League, Rebecca had decided that it was time to hire another clubhouse attendant. It was honestly kind of sad watching poor Will do all the clubhouse chores by himself while also helping with practices.

When Rebecca brought Matt on, Will was relieved, now he didn’t have to take on as much responsibility as before.

Matt got on pretty well with everyone on the team, and all the coaches, he was nice enough, but when Matt had met you for the first time, and had decided that he was going to pursue you, the team was in shock.

Poor Matt had no idea of course, but it was kind of an unspoken thing that you and Jamie were together. Now, you didn’t use any labels, and you hadn’t even kissed each other, but it was clear to everyone that you were his, and he was yours.

You’d been close with Jamie for a while, and Jamie had thrived in your presence. He was more calm, he was less likely to have emotional outbursts. He seemed happier, hell, he even played better.

The team watched in silence as you danced around your feelings for each other. You were afraid you wouldn’t be enough for the star footballer, and he was afraid of loading all his baggage onto you.

They saw all of your longing glances, all of your fleeting touches. They saw Jamie race to clean himself up after practices so that you’d leave the building at the same time and he could offer to drive you home. They noticed that Jamie had started to keep two jackets in his locker, because you had a habit of forgetting yours.

Needless to say they were surprised when it seemed Matt had decided he was going to shoot his shot with you. Apparently he hadn’t gotten the memo.

It had started when Sam saw Matt hanging around you on the pitch. You’d gone down to talk to Ted, and had caught Matt’s attention. The two of you seemed like you were having a friendly conversation, until Matt’s hand brushed against your arm.

Sam waited until the end of practice that day, and pulled aside a few teammates to talk to them about it. He didn’t want it to get out of hand, especially if it was nothing, but he also didn’t want to see you pulled from Jamie so easily.

He told Isaac and Colin about it, and asked them if they’d noticed it. Both had denied seeing the interaction, but had made sure to keep an eye out.

Sure enough, the next day the pair had caught Matt walking with you down the hall, too close for colleagues. Isaac and Colin returned to Sam, and planned to gather some other Richmond crew. This needed to be stopped.

Operation: Tartt’s Heart was a go.

The group consisted of Sam, Isaac, Colin, Dani, and Jan. The mission: show you that you were destined to be with Jamie, not Matt.

It felt a little odd when you came into the Richmond clubhouse that morning, and were immediately greeted by Isaac and Sam. They were both leaning against the wall near the door, as if they had been waiting for you to come in.

“Good morning boys.” You greeted them.

“Good morning Y/n. How are you today?” Sam asked.

“I’m good Sam, thank you. Is there something the two of you needed?” You asked, shuffling on your feet a bit.

“No.” Isaac responded.

You nodded your head. “Okay then, I’ll see you later.”

You made your way down the hall, and had almost made it to the stairs when Colin swooped into your path.

“Hey Y/n, you going upstairs?” He stood blocking the way.

“I’m trying to, yeah.” You laughed.

“Cool, so am I.” He looped his arm through yours, and started up the steps.

Colin glanced behind him and gave a nod to Sam and Isaac, and shot a glare at Matt, who had been peeking out of the locker room door.

The walk upstairs was a little difficult, the stairs were clearly only built to have a flow of traffic going up and a flow of traffic going down, so having Colin on your arm while others were trying to pass by was a little difficult. Nevertheless you were in a fit of hysterics once at the top. Colin had nearly tripped over his own feet twice, and you had almost knocked into several passerbys.

“Thanks for the help up the stairs Colin.” You managed to get out in between laughs.

“Yeah, of course, always happy to help a friend.” He said.

You watched as he made his way into Doctor Sharon’s office for his weekly session. You walked into yours, then sat down, and got to work.

Not too long after you’d started working there was a soft knock on your door.

“Come in!” You called out.

The door opened to reveal Jamie, still in his street clothes. The black sweater and fanny pack across his chest was a sharp contrast to the light grey walls of your office.

“Hi Jamie, what’s up?” You ask.

Jamie fiddles with his hands a bit, the sleeves of his sweater creating paws over the bottom half of his hands.

“I was just thinking about getting some lunch soon, and I wanted to know if you wanted to come along?” He asks you. His eyes wander over your desk, but come back to you.

“Sure Jamie, I’d love to.” You tell him. You’d been slowly becoming closer with the footballer as of late, and you’d decided it was time to figure out if there was something more between you two or not.

“Great, I’ll see you later.” He says, walking back over to the door.

“Hey, wait, Jamie?” You call him back in. “Are the guys doing okay today? A few of them seemed kind of off earlier?”

“I’m not sure.” He shrugs.

You left your office around the time the team should be taking their consecutive lunch break, and waited in the hall for Jamie.

“Hello Y/n!” Dani greets you, a wide grin on his face.

“Hey Dani!” You wave. “How’s it going?”

“Are you waiting for Jamie? I’ll wait with you.” Dani leans against the wall next to you.

“Dani, you really don’t have to, please, go enjoy your lunch break.” You tried to persuade him.

“Oh, hello Y/n.” Matt greets you, exiting the locker room.

“Hi Matt.” You say.

You could see Dani straighten up out of the corner of your eye. He seemed to be standing taller, and now had his arms crossed over his chest.

“How are you?” Matt asks.

Dani beat you to a response. “They’re waiting for Jamie so they can have lunch together.” He says. Dani’s words were almost cold, like he was angry at Matt about something.

“Uh, yeah.” You furrow your eyebrows, trying to think of something someone could possibly do to upset the always-sunny Dani Rojas.

Jamie comes out of the locker room next, and looks between the three of you, a confused expression on his face.

“Uh, am I interrupting something?” He asks.

“Not at all mi amigo!” Dani replies. He pushed you towards Jamie, who catches you in his arms.

“Thanks.” You breath out, your heart beating rapidly due to the close proximity of the man you have a crush on.

You clear your throat, and pull away from him. You could feel your face heating up a bit.

“Um, is it cold out? I should’ve brought my jacket.” Your eyes are glued to Jamie’s until another person comes stumbling out of the locker room.

Jan Maas now stands in the hallway with the four of you, a Greyhound jacket in his hand.

“Here! Take this!” He thrusts the jacket into your arms.

“Thank you Jan, but I don’t want to take your jacket from you…”

“It’s not mine, it’s Jamie’s.” He gestures to Jamie.

“Did you go through my locker?” Jamie asks eyes wide, a shocked expression on his face.

Jan nods in response, his smile never leaving his face as he does. You can hear Jamie mumbling to himself over and over “don’t be a prick, don’t be a prick”

You turn to face him, and hold up his jacket. “Would it be okay if I borrowed this? If not, that’s okay, I’m sure I can borrow a coat from Keeley.”

“I’ve got an extra coat if you need one.” Matt speaks up, his voice only barely audible above the chaos in the hall.

“No, it’s alright, wear my jacket.” Jamie says, although his eyes are now locked on Matt. Who was this guy to think he could steal you away from him?

“That was a bit weird, right?” You ask Jamie once you’ve made it outside.

The two of you walk down the sidewalk, in search of somewhere to eat.

“Yeah, I don’t know what’s going on with them. All of a sudden it’s like they’ve all lost their fucking minds.” Jamie comments.

You laugh and lean into him a bit, causing Jamie to smile. It takes a lot of willpower to not wrap an arm around you to hold you to him, so he shoves his hands in his pockets.

You find a cute little sandwich shop, and pull Jamie inside. You get in line and order your food, reaching into your pocket for money, when Jamie presses behind you, orders for himself as well, and hands the cashier his card.

“You didn’t have to pay for me.” You tell him. You want to turn around to face him, but he has you trapped between him and the counter.

“That’s alright love, you can get the next one.” He says in your ear. You can practically hear his smirk in his voice.

The two of you sit down at a table and eat your lunch, chatting about everything and nothing. Near the end of your meal you notice a few tables down, a group of five men, all in Richmond jackets.

You lean over the table, and whisper to Jamie. “I think we have a shadow. Well, five shadows.” You nod in the direction of the table.

Jamie turns around, sees his teammates, then turns back to you, rolling his eyes. “Fucking hell.” He sighs. He puts his face in his hands, and you can hear him quietly chanting his mantra again. “Don’t be a prick. Don’t be a prick. Don’t be a prick.”

“Jamie?” He lifts his head to look at you. “Be a prick. For just two seconds.” You tell him.

Jamie stands up, and turns to his teammates, who all try to hide behind their own sandwiches.

“Oi! Would you kindly fuck off?” He points to the door, and suddenly all five of them scurry outside, each one giving you a brief goodbye on their way out.

He sits back down once they’ve all gone, and sighs. You can’t help but laugh and the tired, and slightly annoyed, expression on Jamie’s face.

“They’re twats.” He says, picking at his food.

“They’re sweet.” You retort, still smiling.

“It felt like I was sharing you with half my team.” He grumbles.

“Sharing me?” You ask. Now it’s your turn to smirk.

“Well, I mean,” Jamie stumbles for words. “It just feels like we kinda have this thing going on, if we don’t that’s cool, I just thought that maybe we did and-”

“A thing?” You ask, a teasing lilt to your voice.

“Never mind. It’s nothing.” He shrugs, and continues eating his sandwich. He’s building up a wall around his heart now, to try to keep you out.

You finish your lunch in near silence, making Jamie unsure of himself. Did he screw up? Did he ruin whatever was going on between you? Did you feel weird about him? Questions flew through his head, a mile a minute.

On the walk back to the club, you find yourself pulling Jamie’s jacket tighter around yourself. You can tell he’s tense, keeping his hands in his pockets, walking on the edge of the sidewalk.

Maybe you shouldn’t have teased him. What if he doesn’t like you anymore? Have you just ruined this?

“Jamie?”

He glances at you out of the corner of his eye. You take a deep breath before you continue.

“I like you. As in, I do feel like there’s a thing between us.” You tell him.

Your walk slows down, as if Jamie needs a second to process what you’ve said.

You’re just about ready to melt into the ground from embarrassment, when you feel Jamie’s hand slip into yours. His fingers interlace with yours, and he moves closer to you.

When you walk into the building, hand in hand, the team practically cheers. Well, that is until Jamie shoots them a look, to which they quiet themselves and let him walk you back to your office.

You stop at your door, not wanting to pull yourself away from Jamie just yet.

“You know, if looks could kill you’d be dead.” You tell him.

“What?” He asks.

“Matt. He was practically staring daggers at you.”

“Well he’s just going to have to get used to this.” He lifts your interlocked hands up.

He uses his other hand to cup your face, and slowly brings his lips to meet yours. The kiss is soft, but you can tell Jamie wants more. He moves so that you’re pressed between his body and your door.

You only push him away when you feel his tongue prod at your lips. He whines, his lips still chasing yours.

“You need to get to training.” You say, smirking to yourself.

Jamie’s cheeks are flushed, and his lips are a bright pink color, and a bit swollen.

“Babe, I’m already the star player, I think I can skip a practice.” He tries to kiss you again, but you hold a finger up in front of his lips.

“We can continue this tonight, after our date.” You wink, and push him back toward the stairs.

“We’re dating now?” Jamie asks sarcastically.

“We are if you ever wanna get any further than you just did.” You tell him.

“Yeah, we’re definitely dating.” He nods.

“Go! Get to training!” You laugh, pointing him away.

Jamie rushes back up the few steps you’d managed to get him down, and pecks your lips again.

“I’ll see you after love.” He tells you before he rushes down the stairs, trying to formulate an excuse for his showing up late.

———

When the team see Jamie rush onto the pitch with a new spring in his step, they know.

Operation: Tartt’s Heart was a success.

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