Celebration - Mm

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?

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

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐓

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

summary: forbidden love from opposing teams was never one to stop mason, especially when it’s y/n he’s got his eyes on.

masterlist.

mason mount x footballer!reader

mason mount x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, pinning, small sexual references i think, nothing major? football ig

note: men and woman play on the same team in this !

word count: 1K+

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

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𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍’𝐓. 𝐇𝐄 knows he shouldn’t. The underlying weight of that thought lingering at the back of his mind 24/7 urges him to resist. He can’t, borderline. Most likely get fined, slammed in the media, and at risk of his reputation at Chelsea. But that’s what happens when you fall in love with a girl at Arsenal.

But it’s you, for God’s sake. You. Arsenal’s sweetheart, the face of the team. The fan’s favourite, Mason could name about every Arsenal supporter who has your name on the back of the shirt; chanting your nothings as you step a foot on the pitch. They worshiped the ground you walked on. And so did he.

As he warmed up on the pitch and relished in the noise of Stamford Bridge, the fans clamouring in and always one for an interesting match; Mason felt a nudge on his upper arm, looking beside him to see Raheem nodding his head towards the tunnel, shooting him a wink doing so. Mason turned his head to see what the fuss was about, and then he saw you.

He stood up from his lunge and swallowed harshly at your presence. You strutted out onto the ground you’ve scored countless goals at, suffering loses and multiple wins. Your hair was pulled into a high ponytail with a hairband supporting the stray hairs; Mason had never seen a more beautiful sight.

Straightening his posture, he ran his fingers through his hair and raised his eyebrows to Ben asking a quick ‘Do I look okay?’ in which the young left back nodded with a smile on his face.

Everybody in the squad knew about Mason’s boyhood crush on you, even the new head coach Graham Potter had caught onto the why Mason had coincidentally clicked on the same match highlights in which you scored a hattrick in multiple times. They all teased him, of course; Why wouldn’t they? Mason Mount, Chelsea’s starboy has fallen smitten for Arsenal’s leading lass, Y/N Y/L/N.

Mason made his way over to you tying your laces for the warmup before the London head-to-head match, not before Reece wolf-whistled causing Mason to snap his head back to his squad with a look making them all topple over in fits of laughter, Kai holding onto Trevor as they broke into smirks.

You perked your head up at the forthcoming presence, assuming it was Bukayo or Aaron, but why would they be wearing blue?

“Hey, Y/N right?” The british accent stuck out, your head tilting upwards to make eye contact with Mason, his brown eyes sending a wave of nervous bubbling in your stomach the more you realised just how much more attractive he was in comparison to seeing him on screen.

You smiled up at him, “Yeah, you’re that Mount boy aren’t you?” You teased back, causing Mason to start blushing furiously under your gaze; feeling like he was a school boy all over again. He swallowed harshly before finishing what he started. “I just wanted to wish you luck on todays game.” He blurted out before realising what a complete idiot he must of sounded, cringing when he saw your brows furrowed and head tilted.

You laughed lightly, “Aren’t we literally playing against each other in a London Derby?”

Mason licked his lips and looked you up and down, breathing in heavily before raising his brows and shrugging his shoulders, brushing off the embarrassment. “Just being nice before you lose to the best club in London.”

Your eyes widened and your mouth fell agape, causing Mason to laugh loudly and lean into your body slightly. He swiftly wrapped his arms around your shoulders, making you a blushing mess, before giving your left shoulder a tight squeeze and whispering, “Good luck.” Before he let go of you and waddled back to his team, a bright smile adoring his face when he realised just how close he has gotten to his childhood crush.

The match ended 90 minutes later, you and Mason neither subbed off; unfortunately you getting the shorter end of the stick as Chelsea secured the win with a 2-1 to the home fans, the away Arsenal fans already leaving the second Mason scored the extra time winner.

You sighed into your hands and crouched onto the pitch, breathing heavily as the full time whistle sounded. Sweat trickled from your forehead, hands clammy now the equaliser goal from yourself seemed worthless now.

Feeling a figure crouch down in front of you allowed you to lift your head with a fake smile, before seeing the brunette with a sympathetic look in his eyes. He whispered a small “Hey,” causing you to sniffle in the cold weather, Mason held his hand out for you to get up, you obliged.

Once you stood up, you pulled the under layers down to your fingertips feeling the adrenaline wear off and the breeze start to hit you. Mason looked you directly in your eye and admired you. He thought you couldn’t look more perfect.

“Good game.” He nodded. You smiled at him, not fake this time, and squinted “Good goal, Mount. Screwed up my winning streak.” You laughed, seeing Mason chuckle make you jitter.

He shrugged his shoulders, “I tried to warn you!”.

You and Mason swapped jerseys afterwards, Mason’s younger self internally freaking out that he had a hold of the jersey’s owner who he occasionally plans out their wedding and how well her name would fit with Mount. And also the fact he saw you take off your shirt.

Mason jogged into the Chelsea changing rooms, swinging your jersey around his head and cheering. The other boys looked over and begin jumping up and down, throwing empty water bottles around and all over the love-sick boy, and how he had gained atleast some progress on Arsenal’s golden girl.

It wasn’t until later at night when Mason got a notification, that maybe, he had made a bit more progress than he had imagined.

Y/N

hi mase, fun seeing you at todays match. had a great time talking to you!

wanna go out for coffee tomorrow morning?

Safe to say, Y/N did not stay a red for too long. Maybe it was her boyfriends influence to come to Chelsea. Only if Y/N could handle to constant messing from Mason’s teammates; but in fairness, Mason got the girl. Football’s Romeo and Juliet. Mason and Y/N.

this is ugly af but i miss mason so

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

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invisible string - part two

cold was the steel of my axe to grind for the boy who broke my heart

pairing: reader x mason mount  summary: It’s been you and your daughter until life decides to prank you by putting her dad back into your life. The only problem is that he doesn’t know he’s her dad. warnings: fluff, a bit of angst, a bit of swearing. warnings: agnst, fluff, swearing and smut. if you’re a minor, for heaven’s sake, do not interactauthor: this is my first time writing mason smut and i felt like he was judging me while i wrote it, so it’s safe to say i’m extremely embarassed. don’t forget this is FICTION! the parts in blockquote are for the flashbacks!

word count: 2.797k

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