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summary: you found it odd how a person you have spent the majority of your life with can turn into a ghost of your relationship.

masterlist part two.

mason mount x fem!reader

warnings: PURE ANGST, cheating mason☹️ talks of pregnancy but no one is preggers! i’m so so sorry for this

THERE WILL BE A PART TWO!!!

word count: 1.8K+

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 your phone for what felt like the one millionth time, and each time you were met with a disappointing stare from the reflection of your black screen. You wondered how long you had been waiting here for, stood in the hallway to the front door with your best dress hugged onto your frame and your heels digging into the soles of you feet. Each minute felt longer than the last, staring mindlessly at the door, praying for Mason to walk in any moment and apologise greatly for being late, saying training way prolonged and showering you with kisses for forgiveness.

You felt embarrassed to say the least. His favourite meal rotting away on the kitchen counter and the candles you lit earlier now probably melted down to a liquid. Let’s be realistic and say that this is far from the first time he’s done this; but that little hope in your head that told you ‘this is all a misunderstanding on my part, Mason will be home soon’ slowly fizzled away.

It was your 6th anniversary for God’s sake, couldn’t the man have a little decency to turn up to his own house on time and borderline remember the fucking date you got together, it’s not like it’s hard to remember; you’ve been doing it for six years.

You waited for a message, anything from the man you loved so badly; literally anything to say he atleast thought of you today.

After waiting another 30 minutes, you gave up. You took your heels off and trudged up the stairs, heat flurrying your body as the dress felt like it got tighter against your body, uncomfortable in your own skin as the tears dared to leave your eyes.

The dress you bought especially for the occasion was dumped into the back of your shared wardrobe, never wanted to lay your eyes on the colour Mason claimed he loved on you, the words he told you for six years, but now it all felt like a memory of the past.

It didn’t take long for you to clamber into your pyjamas and cuddling into yourself, fear bubbling inside you wondering where the hell your boyfriend was. You thought back onto what you were going to tell him today; that you were ready to have a kid with him.

For years Mason had pestered you and pleaded that you two were to have a mini me, and for years you worried you weren’t ready for such a commitment. He understood, but never let go of the dream of you carrying his children, a combination of himself and the love of his life. A sixth year anniversary felt like the perfect time to announce you were ready, ready to become parents in such an odd world you lived in. But Mason still hadn’t turned up to hear it.

Your phone pinged from your bedside, practically leaping across the double bed to reach your device; metaphorically crossing you fingers that Mason had apologised and was on his way. But what confused you even more was that his best friend was messaging you.

BEN

y/n i’m so sorry

Your heart skipped a beat, thinking to a worse case scenario. Had Mason got himself injured? Is something wrong with him? What had he done?

Y/N

what’s going on ben????

Ben had attached two images, they were so dark that you had to squint to see what was going on. But when you recognised that smile you’ve seen for more than 6 years of your life, you felt sick to your stomach.

There were pictures of Mason cuddled up with a brunette woman at some club, definitely taken today considering Mason had left with that exact same outfit on. His lips were attached to hers and smiled adorned their faces, his hands sitting on her waist were he used to hold yours. Snogging some woman when his girlfriend was at home ready to tell him she wanted to carry his kids. What the fuck.

Y/N

what the actual fuck

BEN

apparently he’s been seeing random girls like every other night

Y/N

is this fr

BEN

i swear i just went up to him and said what about you and on god he responded with “who’s y/n?”

Y/N

oh my fucking god

i’m not staying here tonight no way

how could he do this after 6 years is that a joke

BEN

i know kai and sophia have a spare room in their house, stay there for the night xx

i’m still so sorry y/n, mason’s heading home now xx

You’ve never wanted to throw up everywhere, you felt like your heart had been ripped out your chest and smeared across the walls of the shared home you once had with Mason. Six years of love and devotion down the drain and a future crushed right before your eyes. What person does that?

You wasted no time in grabbing a bag and chucking in any clothes that caught your blurred sight, tears streaming down you face and shoulder jerking with each sob that came out your mouth. Hearing the front door unlock was the last thing you wanted to hear in the moment; and hearing Mason shout up “Love, I’m home.” was the worlds welcoming to heartbreak.

How could Mason just waltz in here as if he hadn’t fucked the next girl that walked past him? That he doesn’t have a long term girlfriend who he’s known since childhood waiting at home for him with his favourites in the oven.

You jogged down the stairs with a bag in hand and face red with tears. Mason heard the commotion and turned the corner into the hallway, seeing you walk towards the front door.

“Hey, what are you doing? What’s all this on the table?” He referred to the meal you had cooked him for the anniversary, that memory long gone now that you realised that the man who had betrayed stood behind you; you physically couldn’t bring yourself to respond to him, feeling your words would betray you too.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” He placed a hand on your shoulder, turning you to face him. His eyes softer on your expression, his heart sinking when he saw your puffy eyes and runny nose, wondering who caused you this pain.

His eyes glanced down to your bag, “Y/N, what’s wrong? Where are you going—“

“How long have you been fucking her, Mason?”

He was taken aback, face frozen and mind running a thousand times and minute. How did you know? Who told you? It was never meant to be like this.

“Mason. How long have you been fucking her?” You demanded answers, feelings yourself slip out from his grasp now, there was no turning back; you just wanted an explanation to his actions.

He swallowed hardly, “If you’re talking about the blonde one that those fans saw, I was drunk out of my mind that night, she—“

“The one I saw, she was brunette.” You interrupted. A tear slipping from your eye and seeing Mason crumble infront of you, guilty for his actions and being caught in the act.

“How many have there been Mason?”

He shook his head, hands grabbing the roots of his hair as he tried to shake off the image of losing you from his mind; trying to ignore the fact that he’d lost you a long time ago. “I don’t know, more than a few but—“

“Fuck you, we’re so done. I can’t believe you.” You grabbed your bag from the floor and charged for the door, not before Mason placed a hand on the front door slamming it shut and his eyes watering.

“Y/N, please they didn’t mean anything, I love you—“

“Mason, I waited for you for over 2 hours, fucking prayed that you would come home so you could see that beautiful dress I spent over £200 on! I waited alone, waiting for my goddamn boyfriend to see me on our fucking 6th anniversary! Standing here like a fool ready to tell him I wanted to carry his own fucking kids!” You sobbed out, pulling away from any contact he tried to initiate with you, hitting his chest and crying hysterically.

Mason stood dumbfounded, “You were ready?” he whimpered. You swallowed your sob and nodded your head slowly. You felt weak, an idiot after trusting a man for so many years and letting him shit all over your relationship, was it your fault he did this? Did he resort to cheating because of you?

The man stood infront of you wanted to burst into tears. He grabbed your shoulders and bit back the sobs threatening to escape his throat, “I’m so sorry, you don’t deserve this. I truly love you so much, I don’t even know why I did it. You’re my everything.”

“I clearly wasn’t enough if you had to have other fulfil what I couldn’t give you.” You shook off his grasp and opened the door, taking one step outside and looking back into the house of so many memories, laughter and love; now all a distant torment of what could have been if you had been enough for him.

Mason watched you walk out, never shutting the door, refusing to watch you walk out his life. He pushed his head into his hands to find out what on earth possessed him to ruin the best thing in his life. The first time he slept with someone other than you, he got addicted to the attention someone gave him, he didn’t need to convince his girlfriend to take a break from university work to make love; someone obey his commands and he got used to the lifestyle. Wishing he hadn’t as the possible mother to his kids just walked out of his grasp, telling him face up that she wasn’t good enough, knowing damn well she was the best thing in his life; his constant.

The engagement ring tucked into the bottom of his kit draw felt hollow now, squashed underneath regret, wrongdoings and selfishness. He loved Y/N, really. And the worst part was he only realised it more then ever the second she stood a foot out of their his house.

Mason had no one to point the blame at, he did this to himself. He should feel the pain you had to go through when he hurt the love of his life in the worst way possible. He should feel the betrayal that no loved one could even imagine. And yet he had done it, and he felt every ounce of that pride ooze out with each second you had been gone. There’s no one to blame, rather than himself; and there’s no way of getting her back.

this sucks ass man but mason💔

Speed is just like me fr

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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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Erling Haaland: Height difference

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Erling Haaland x short! (female) reader

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Erling is massively taller than you and it’s so obvious. He easily towers over you, with you barely reaching his shoulder, even when wearing high-heels.

Hand difference is massive. His hand always envelops yours so easily, his is so big that you almost feel like a child holding a parent. But Erling loves it, always mocking you about it. 

By now, he’s used to being taller than most people, but it always surprises him how much taller he is than you. His shirts look like freaking dresses on you and he adores taking pictures of you like that, especially when you’re drowning in his Manchester City jersey. 

Play-fight is fun cause he always lets you win, being the big softie he is with you. You also jog together, Erling’s one step being equal to 3 hurried steps from you and you constantly have to remind him to slow down.

Hugs and cuddles are the absolute best. He’s always the big spoon with you nestled in his large chest, his big arms surrounding you and making you feel so safe. 

That’s something you love about him: his size gives you a sense of safety, he’s so big and strong that no one would dare to try anything with you when your huge boyfriend is around, not to mention his protective nature. I mean, who wouldn’t be scared of a huge giant Norwegian man? 

But the height difference also has its downsides: it’s complicated to kiss each other when you’re both standing, as the gap between you is so big that Erling has to bend a lot just to reach your face.

Your neck is tired of looking up all the time and it’s so easy for Erling to lose you in crowded areas, if he’s not holding your hand tight enough. 

Erling always pays double the attention so he never accidentally hurts you with his strength. That’s the last thing he’d want to do but it doesn’t mean accidents never happen. But he always makes up for it, helping you until you feel better. 

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Secrets Out (Hakim Ziyech x reader)

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“y/n/n , have you seen my warm-up jacket? I can’t find it” Hakim said while rustling through his bags. 

‘Oh you mean this one?” you said teasingly. Hakim turned around to see you wearing his jacket. Giving you a smile, he walked towards you, putting his arms around you. 

“You know, it looks better on you” he said, looking at you adoringly. Smirking up at him, “yeah?” 

Leaning closer to your lips, “yeah” he whispered until he finally pressed his lips onto yours. Giving you a sweet kiss before pulling away, “but i’m going to need that” he pulled lightly on his jacket that you were wearing. 

Giggling at him, “well since you asked so nicely”, stepping a bit back to remove his jacket, you handed it back to him. ‘Thank you Mrs.Ziyech’ he said before giving you a quick kiss 

“Your welcome Mr.Ziyech” smiling at him, you both start to get ready to leave the hotel and to the stadium. Today was the big game against Portugal in the World cup quarter finals. You were so proud of Hakim either way of the outcome of this tournament but you couldn’t help but feel him be nervous on the ride to the stadium to meet with the rest of his team. 

His hand intertwined in yours the whole ride there. After being married for one year you both knew each other like the back of your palm. Softly caressing your fingers over his hand to help him feel more at ease. He noticed this and gave you a soft smile before kissing your forehead, leaning more on you

When you both finally reach the stadium and facility, that’s when you and Hakim have to part ways so he can meet with the rest of the players. Giving you a quick kiss before anyone can notice, Hakim walks through the players gate while you go to meet with the rest of the family in the family area. While you and Hakim are married, the rest of the world other than your families doesn’t know about it. They don’t even know that he’s in a relationship. Hakim made it so that he can keep you safe from the harsh world of the media. 

Greeting his family, you sit next to his mom when you all make it into the stands, waiting for the game to begin. As pre-game warm ups start, you see your husband, Hakim, make his way on the field. Admiring him from afar, you can see he removed his normal wedding band that he had on this morning, to keep the press from asking not wanted questions. Instead, on the pitch, he wears a clear rubber band on his ring finger, to give him the comfort that he still has you with him at all times. From the press it’s hardly noticeable, you would have to grab his hand to notice it, making it perfect to wear in public outings.

“I’m happy you’re here, you stick by my son through everything, he loves you so much” his mom spoke, interrupting your admiration of Hakim. Turning to her, you give her a soft smile, “i love him just as much, and your- our family”. At this she in return gives you a warm smile turning back to look at her son, you do the same. “So when are you going to grow your little family?” she said casually, giving you a raised playful eyebrow. 

Laughing at the question, “I think Hakim right now needs to focus on this tournament but afterwards…we’ll see” you nudged his mom’s shoulder lightly, knowingly how much she wants to have grandchildren. 

When you see Hakim from far, you see he is looking at you two with a smile on his face. You give him a tiny wave, which he just smiles back acknowledging you secretly.

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During the game vs Portugal, clinging to your jersey that had your husband's name on the back, you felt on edge the whole time. While the team successfully gained a goal before halftime, there was still plenty of time for the opponent to score. You held your breath until you heard the final whistle blow. Seeing all the Moroccan players celebrate in the field, your vision goes straight to Hakim.

You see a big smile on his face and it only makes your smile grow bigger at this win for him. It was an incredible win for Morocco, you and his mom kept hugging in celebration of this victory to the semi-finals. 

In the middle of the team’s celebration on the field, you see Hakim run over to you and his family in the stands. Going to hug his family first, so the media won’t suspect anything, then he finally went to hug you. “I’m so proud of you,love” you whispered in his ear. You feel his smile grow on your neck and feel his place a gentle secret kiss there. 

In your little moment between you two, you both didn’t notice a couple of sneaky photographers who took pictures of the interaction. Already planning to publish once they got to their rooms. 

By the time you and Hakim were at the dinner celebration with his team and whole family, you noticed your phone and his phone started to buzz.  Taking his phone out, you see his eyes go wide, “oh no” 

You look over his mom’s lap who was sitting between you since not even the players knew that you and him were married. Looking at the article you gasped seeing the headline. 

“Hakim Zieyech’s secret wife seen in the stands at the Morocco v Portugal game???”

How did they find out? Where did they get that picture? What was your life going to be like now that everybody knows in the media? All these questions stir in your head until your thoughts are interrupted by Hakim’s hand grabbing your own, you barely notice now that he changed seats so that he is sitting next to you. 

Looking up, you see him looking at you with eyes of concern, not knowing how you are feeling. You just nodded at him that you are okay and he proceeded to look at his teammates that were sitting in the tables around him, some of them now seeing the article and shocked. 

You then see Hakim’s best friend, Noussair, walk towards your table with a blank face. You think he is about to be mad at Hakim for never telling his best friend about your secret marriage but instead his face turns into a big smile as he puts his hand on his shoulder. 

“Hakim, i’m so happy for you brother, but next time some big news about you comes out, i would like to hear it from you.” he said jokingly to him. Hakim just smiled back relieved that his friend wasn’t mad, in fact none of his teammates were mad at the kept secret,  they were just surprised they never guessed sooner. 

“It’s a good thing too I found out because after this tournament I was going to try my shot with your “family-friend ``'' Noussair tells Hakim teasingly , making everyone laugh including you except Hakim himself. You giggle at Hakim’s now hardened face, already knowing his jealousy is taking over now. 

Calming him down you kiss his cheek, your hand turning his face to look at you. “Babe, you will always be my love, no one else” you say to him. At this he puts his forehead on yours, sighing softly, feeling the jealous feelings fade away. 

Laughing his friend tells him,“Yeah Hakim, it was just a joke, everybody give it up for the love birds, Mr and Mrs. Ziyech!” Noussair cheers, making everyone cheer for you and Hakim. 

Feeling pure joy of finally not having to hide his love for you at least in front of his teammates, “I promise even now that everybody knows, I will forever protect you y/n/n. Kanbghik (i love you)”

“I know , I love you too” at this he leans to give you an official kiss, making everybody cheer again