Tomsparkyr - TOMSPARKYR

𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐃

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

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+

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

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

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💔

thank you for all the fun with dave the cat and his friends, for saka’s spelling school, for the lions’s dens and the diary rooms, for the sharpshooters, for the heartwarming celebration for a special kid, for the putting sunscreen on and taking turns on the misty fans, the chilling in the pool on the floating bean bags, for the cycling with sunglasses on, for the food getting destroyed by birthday confetti, for the shirt getting ruined by bird poop, for the little competitions in the gym, for the foot tennis and basketball sessions, for the kit bag episodes, for the iconic celebration, for all the fun in training, for the fight on the pitch, for the beautiful goals, for a good tournament, for all the banters and the love. see you again in march❤️

the world cup every 10 minutes:

Speed is just like me fr

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!

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

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.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

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

Erling Haaland: Height difference

💢 All the works are pure fictions, for entertainment purposes only so please, read it at your own will.

Find more at: Masterlist

Erling Haaland x short! (female) reader

AN: Please like, reblog and give me feedback!

--

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. 

----------