Speed Is Just Like Me Fr

Speed is just like me fr

celebration - mm

starring: mason mount genre/content warning: fluff, bit of drama, one (1) mention of sex request by anon: hiii, i was wondering if you could write a mason x reader where she’s a football player on the lionesses and they’re dating in secret but she dedicates a goal to him? love your writing!! word count: 1,050 a/n: okay this turned out more dramatic than i expected, but i hope you like it anyway. happy reading! x

you could say your life has been successful so far.

you practised the sport you loved since you were little. you managed to finish school with good marks even when your club was the most demanding. you were called into international duty pretty soon, which surprised no one, because everyone could see you had talent. you were a rising football star, and you were thankful for every opportunity you’d been given throughout your life. but if there was one thing you would never be grateful for, was the mediatic harassment you had to live through every day for the rest of your life.

sure, being a lioness was amazing, but scrolling placidly on social media and stumbling into a post of yourself, criticising your every move, look and decision was awful, and it made you shiver in anger almost every time. so when you found yourself in a relationship with the one and only mason mount, you had been strictly private since day one. but you couldn’t lie, it was a little saddening to be unable to post and brag about your amazing relationship.

when mason was asked one day about his love life, he had been unable to hide the fact that he was seeing someone, but never explicitly saying anything. your lips, on the other hand, were hermetically sealed. you never gave any information about your personal life. and yes, people knew you were friends with some lads from the men’s national team, but mason and you were incredible in playing the part of just friends. he was the best boyfriend you could've asked for, respecting your privacy wish from day one. he never argued, never demanded, always put you before anything else, even himself at times. you rarely went out in public together, and if you did, you had to arrive at the place separately and even wear a disguise if possible. you were a little more free when one of you was playing in another country, though, knowing media coverage would be more focused on the game itself.

but a relationship with so much secrecy can grow distant.

it was one cold, windy night when mason had arrived at your door, knocking relentlessly until you had answered with such a fright, and he let himself in immediately. he looked desperate, a bit annoyed, too. you, in your shocked state, asked him what was wrong.

“i can’t do this anymore,” he had said, marking your heart with a small crack, matching your voice.

“w-what?” it had come out more like a whimper than a question.

“y/n, i can’t keep up with all the lies and the secrets, i can’t,” his tone was rushed, as if someone was chasing him. you came closer to him and grabbed his arms so he could start to calm down a little, but he evaded your grasp almost violently, “no, don’t shush me. you know what? if you’re not ready to handle a public relationship, then maybe you shouldn’t be in a relationship at all.”

his words had you shaking in rage while you turned his ultimatum into an argument. it evolved into a full screaming match, both of you breaking and throwing things around. but somehow, in the nick of time, you’d managed to slow things down and turn it into angry, make-up sex. mason fell asleep next to you right after, the adrenaline from earlier draining rapidly from his body. you couldn’t sleep. getting up to clean the mess you’d made during the fight, you started crying in silence as you picked up pieces of the ceramic vase you loved, now shattered, its fragments scattered on the floor. you were not crying about the vase itself, but rather about how it represented your relationship, in a way. although you could glue the pieces back together, some tiny fragments of it would be gone forever. when you were done, you sat on the couch, allowing yourself to sob freely while you thought of what could’ve been if he had left that night.

mason was right, although you hated to admit it. you couldn’t let your fear of criticism control your life, you had to do something about it and you had to make things right. it wasn’t fair for him, you were being too selfish. still sniffling, you made your way back to the bedroom and laid beside him, your heart breaking once more when he absentmindedly pulled you closer to him. you were definitely the worst girlfriend in the world.

it was two days after the fight that you thought of a way to make it up to him. you’d talked about it, of course, but even after you’d admitted your mistakes and the relationship was saved, you couldn’t just leave it like that. he was hurt because he couldn’t just love you like he wanted, you were hurt because of his unthoughtful words, but you knew it was up to you to make it happen, you knew he would continue respecting your desire of a private personal life.

although the game had been difficult, with none of the teams taking the lead in almost the whole encounter, you knew you had to change that. the clock marked the 78th minute of the match, and you managed to slip through the defence and kick the ball straight and deep into the net. your teammates ran with you in a frenzy as you made your way to the camera, your fingers marking a letter ‘M’ just over your heart. you smiled widely, hugging your girls as you finished celebrating.

mason, who was watching from the stands and on incognito mode, nearly cried when he saw your celebration. it was thoughtful, yet private, perfect for him and for you. but he didn’t expect what happened after the game, when you were asked about that odd celebration, simply replying, “it’s… my boyfriend’s initial. he’s here, somewhere, of course, he’s always there to support me when i play… except when he can’t make it because he’s playing, too. i always go and support him, as well.”

watching the interview from one of the screens, he felt his heart was about to implode, knowing fans would be fast to connect the dots and start with the theories... it was basically like going public, wasn't it?

It's horrible some of the comments I have seen, people say that they are going to support their team and then when they get kicked out they have the meanest things to say and is absolutely horrible. If you have left a vile comment on harry Kane's instagram then you can unfollow me because the things I have seen on there were horrible. If you say you are going to support your team that means you will be with them through the whole thing whether they win or lose, not until they are losing half way through a game. If england won the world cup it would have been a totally different story and none of this would have happened, and I just think its horrible that if they don't win a game or step up to become better thwn someone or a group of people have something to say about it.

im in love with your account ♡ and the mason x footballer reader stories they're like so so soooo good !! 🎀

ahh omg, thank you so much !! this means a lot 💓💓

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

summary: after harry finds out it’s you on the other side of the wall, he becomes extremely jealous on the way the other guys are flirting with you during ‘sidemen blind dating’

masterlist.

harry lewis x fem!reader

wroetoshaw x fem!reader

warnings: none really? really short one-shot,, sorry !! fluff, flirting, suggestive themes and dirty jokes and answers i guess :))

thanks for the request @hoperu14 !! (ps, i’d like to apologise SO BADLY ! you requested this in january and i’m such a dick and forgot about it and now it’s finished and i left it to rot in the drafts for ages,, i’m so so so so sorry and i hope this was worth it </3)

don’t steal any of my work, thanks!

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𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘’𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐒 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓, his hands rubbing on the joggers accompanying his legs. His neck cracked multiple times and eyes screwed shut in displeasure. His right leg was bouncing up and down in anticipation, shoes squeaking on the floor with every tap. A small whiteboard was placed on the floor, underneath this chair; written in a bold, black pen saying the number 4.

Ethan was sat behind him, eagerly shoving his phone in his face to show him a tiktok that had made him crack up. Harry wasn’t exactly paying attention however, he was more concerned on who the hell would be next to appear behind that black screen just a few meters away from him.

The sound of heels clacking against the marble flooring made all seven of them straighten their posture, wiping on a pretty smile for the cameras. Ethan slid his phone into the pocket of his joggers and nudged the dirty blonde next to him in a suggestive way; leaving the man confused of his sudden excitement at the new voice.

Harry’s ears perked up at the familiar sound, the tone that would echo in his mind for ongoing hours whenever they opened their mouth. His mind went blank when the woman behind the screen introduced themselves, missing the key part of whether it really was who he thought.

His fingers picked at the corners of the whiteboard, pulling out the cardboard shoved in between and flicking it mindlessly onto the set’s flooring. He furrowed his brows listening to the soothing voice, if it really wasn’t you, then he’s just fallen in love all over again with a clone of you.

“If you were to meet me at a club, what would your first pick up line be?”

The men all pondered for a moment, minds reeling on what to say; and what would get under Harry’s skin to confess. “Boy number one” You queried.

Simon sat with a smirk on his face, Harry sat behind him. He puffed out his chest a little and rubbed his hands together. “I would tell you a joke about my penis, but it’s too long.” The sidemen gasped along with you, a quietened chuckle from your side while screams of laughter appeared opposite.

Hearing you (what he guessed was you) laugh at that joke, fuelled something inside Harry that he had yet to experience in 25 years. His friends flirting shamelessly with you while they absolutely know that Harry is head over heels in love with you? His oblivious brain couldn’t comprehend that this was ultimately a set up, a very clever set up that was.

“Boy number three?” You smiled from the other side of the wall. JJ cleared his throat and Harry groaned into the palm of his hand, Ethan slapping him on the back repeatedly as giggles unconsciously slipped from his mouth.

“What’s your name? I want to get it right when I shout it later.” JJ said with a straight face. Everyone around him screamed in shock and even Tobi fell off his chair in pure flabbergast. Harry bit his lip to stop himself saying anything that would get him in trouble, anger and jealousy bubbling up in his stomach.

The remains sidemen who weren’t already on the floor in tears of laughter, looked at Harry and the red flush that had adorned his face. His skin becoming hot and neck flaring in a heat rash. Sure he could handle the calm, minuscule jokes and pick-up lines on anyone, but on you? Nope. Nah— He wants you and boy, was it had to contain.

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The video had wrapped up about 10 minutes ago, much to Harry’s hopes. He stormed out of the set and to where he knew you’d be waiting. He opened the door harshly, greeted with you sat on your phone, legs crossed over one and other.

“Glad you told me you were going to be in the video—“

“So you do like me, huh?” You interrupted him with a smile dancing on your smug face. Harry was taken aback; how did you know?

“What?” He sputtered out. He rubbed his hands together, eyes blown wide and gulping hardly the more you stared him down.

“The guys, they told me this whole thing that you’re crazy about me? And God, I didn’t believe it because well… it’s you— and then they dragged me into this video spontaneously and showed me exactly how you were reacting. Was that all part of the video or do you really like me, Harry?” You stood up and walked closer to him, almost chest to chest.

Harry blinked in pure shock, his heart raising the closer you got. “Wait. Rewind, what do you mean by ‘it’s me?’” He breathed rabidly.

You looked down at his lips for a split second. “I like you, it what I’m trying to say.”

Harry smiled almost instantly, shaking his head with a breathy chuckle falling from his mouth before pulling you in by your face and smashing his lips onto yours.

His hands slid down to your waist and wrapped his strong arms around your figure, pulling you closer to his body warmth. You smiled into the kiss, fingers playing with his hair and pulling on the small strands. Harry pulled away momentarily, “God, watching them flirt with you was torture. I like you so much, Y/N.” You laughed at him before pulling his lips back to yours.

Unbeknownst to you two, the sidemen all watched from the door Harry thought he had slammed shut earlier. They all high-fived each other and skipped away like little school girls knowing that Harry had got his girl.

this was so bad omg i’m so so sorry