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𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 | mason mount blurb
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Neither you or Mason were playing in the match today, Potter had decided to rest the two of you for the upcoming knockout stages for the UCL and Premier League matches.
It was cold out at Stamford Bridge, winter was rolling on fast and the temperature has dropped drastically in comparison to the summer they had previously had. The two of you had wrapped yourselves in the Chelsea coats, thick joggers and a beanie situated on top of your head. Mason had matching, his colours complementing yours and head tucked over your woolly hat.
You thanked your instinctive thoughts of bringing a blanket to the game, knowing neither of you were expected to step a foot on the pitch, you wanted to make it worth while.
Mason’s arm was hooked around your body, cuddling into your figure as your head rested more onto his shoulder; his fingers toying with the ends of your hair. The blanket was draped over your bodies, pulled up to your shoulders.
The match was borderline over, Chelsea with a 3-0 lead and you couldn’t be more happy: wrapped in the arms of who you love and your team thriving under recent circumstances.
The cameras panned to you unknowingly, the commentators mentioning how Chelsea’s two impactful players were stuck to the bench for todays match.
“And here is Mason Mount and Y/N Y/L/N, clearly” They paused to let out a chuckle, “They are not budging from that bench.” The cameras zoomed into your faces and position cuddled into each other. “You’re right, I think even if Potter asked them to come on, they’d refuse!”
The panel laughed at the relationship blossoming between two players, watching them maintain heat with each other, while their noses and cheeks were rosy from the cold.
Safe to say the media broke out after the cameras caught the two of you. Mason and Y/N was trending over all social media, Chelsea fans more than pleased to see the two lovebirds affectionate with each other, and the win of course!
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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𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞! | mason mount blurb
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You waited in the tunnel to walk onto the pitch you knew like the back of your hand, the sounds of fans flooding Stamford Bridge’s atmosphere. Your pacing alerted Christian beside you, who winked at you and gave you that little boost to reveal to the fans, the most recent change in your life.
Mason walked beside you, putting his arm around your shoulder and pulling your head to his lips; whispering “Let’s show them.” He slipped behind you and urged you to walk out, following Azpi and Kepa, noticing the spaniards turning around to you with a smirk on their lips.
The noise of The Liquidator bounded across the stadium, fans chanting and clapping to the anthem. Chelsea strode forward onto the freshly cut green grass, hoping for a win.
You heard the noise of a few fans clapping and gasping among seeing the change to you, specifically, Chelsea kit. Not the number change. Not the style of the kit. But the name you sported on your back.
The commentators paused on mentioning the starting XI and piped up at the back of your clubs shirt. “Wait. No way?” “Hold— show Mason’s shirt!” “Oh my days!”
The cameras panned to the back of you and Mason, zooming in on the removal of your last name, now changed to your first initial then MOUNT. Mason now sporting a M. MOUNT.
Audiences clocked onto the name change, gasping at the realisation that they weren’t even aware the star players were in a relationship, let alone married. Surprise! I guess?
help i don’t know but i’m depressed after that mnc vs che
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!
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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💔
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!
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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💔
𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄
*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ
summary: a visual on how you and mason went from childhood bestfriends to lovers, shown through instagram
masterlist
mason mount x footballer!reader
mason mount x fem!reader
warnings: nothing really, fluff???
social media one-shot
don’t steal any of my work please, thank you!
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📍cobham training ground
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masonmount guess who i just met😁
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y/n y/l/n WHAT
y/n y/l/n THE ONE DAY I’M NOT THERE TF
⤿ masonmount couldn’t relate🫣
declanrice 😳😳
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username1 who else is stalking masons profile rn
⤿ username2 me🙋♀️
username3 it’s so cute seeing how mase and y/n interacted back then
⤿ username4 fr they were so in love😫😫
📍that winning feeling
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y/n y/l/n we love a supportive best friend💔
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masonmount i’ll support you when you’re not licking my face
⤿ y/n y/l/n if you didn’t wanna be friends you could have just said☹️
⤿ username1 nah i love their dynamic still to this day
declanrice you two are cute👀
⤿ masonmount if you don’t shut it
username2 they’re so young🥺
📍it’s coming home
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y/n y/l/n sing it for us mase
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masonmount FOOTBALL’S COMING HOME
benchilwell now i’m the one stalking your page
⤿ y/n y/l/n CHILLY MAN
⤿ benchilwell how did y’all not know you were in love
⤿ masonmount it was a work in progress ok
username1 mason looks so young here
username2 supported england here, plays for england now wow
📍top of the league
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masonmount the goalscorer + the assist = leading the league💪
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username1 they look SO GOOD TOGETHER TF
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y/n y/l/n no# 18 + no# 19
⤿ masonmount my best girl🥰
bukayosaka CHILLY’S RIGHT YOU TWO WERE SO IN LOVE
⤿ y/n y/l/n SHUT UP MAN
⤿ masonmount OKAY WE GET IT WE’RE IN LOVE SHOCKER
marcusrashford how cutie patoties
username2 why are all the england squad commenting on it 8 years later😭
📍england squad alert
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masonmount looking onto the knockout stage, not anything else🙃
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username1 IS THAT Y/N??????
⤿ masonmount a gentleman never tells🤫
declanrice mase really said 😍
bukayosaka KALVIN😂😂😂 @kalvinphillips
⤿ kalvinphillips the moment i realised that i would win the bet🤑🤑
⤿ lukeshaw NOOOO
y/n y/l/n 🙃🙃
⤿ username2 WHAT DOES THIS MEAN:£:£):&/
📍birthday boy
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y/n y/l/n happy birthday to the love of my life! words can’t express how much i love you and how i’m so glad i didn’t hold that grudge against you when we were 5 when you booted that football into my face. my other half, the number 19 to my 18, my bestest friend. happy 24th and cheers to keeping it cliche around here!
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username1 OH MY FUDKSI GOD
benchilwell about time!😅
declanrice took you 14 years mate!
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username2 happy birthday mason!🥳
masonmount i love you💙
⤿ y/n y/l/n i love you more mase, happy birthday love xx💙
kalvinphillips hand over the money now boys
⤿ harrymaguire damn it
⤿ bukayosaka ffs
⤿ callumwilson you guys couldn’t have announced it a day later, i could have bagged some tenners man
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hate this but okay
heyyyyyyyyy
could I get a mason x fem footballer reader where the reader has a really bad injury that worries everyone especially mason bc there dating (or mason is in looooveeee, and so is the reader) I don’t want to be specific but like yk (you might not) when Azpilicueta got really injured by a player in the match today (chelsea v Southampton)
this would be very 👌🏼 and I just love your writing so much 🤭🤭🫶🏼🫶🏼
𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘
*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ
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can we talk about how tf the southampton player didn’t get a red ??? and i’m sorry but potter out👀
warnings: MAJOR INJURIES!! like azpi’s😞😞 hope he gets well soon xxxx fluff and angst and this is really short!! sorry!!!
don’t steal any of my work, thank you!
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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 it happened or how it happened, but the sharp stab of multiple studs hitting the back of your head at full force would make that information ironically knock right out of your mind.
Mason watched it all happen at once, further away from the scene in case of a counter attack. He watched the opponents swing the ball in from the corner, no where near a teammate until Chilly cleared it to just around your head height.
Your back was to the ball, unaware of your surroundings. The player, I guess, thought it would be a grand idea to try and volley the ball into the back of the net; completely disregarding his surroundings and how close your head would end up to his studs.
His right foot swung up and made harsh contact with your head, studs scratching the back of your skull and pulling on your hair. Mason watched you fall forwards instantly, landing on Kepa as his gloved hands came out and caught you, his face paler than a ghost.
Mason didn’t even wait to hear the referee’s whistle to signal a foul before he found himself legging it towards you, his girlfriend on the bring of unconscious and limp body dropping closer to the grassed floor.
The brunette pushed everyone out the way, including his own teammates to get to you. Ben pushing Mason closer to you and shoved a few opponents out the way, ignoring their protests and begs for an overturned red card.
Mason knelt down to your body, Kepa was shaking and refused to let his hand off the back of your head. “What happened, Mason? I turned around and she just fucking collapsed!” The spaniard rushed out, his voice wavering at his friends lack of movement.
“Some fucking prick lodged his studs into the back of her head!” He brushed the hair out of your face, eyes closed and cold. Azpi called the medicals over immediately watching Mason’s breathing quicken the more you showed lack of communication. Kepa removing his gloved hand off the back of your head, seeing some blood stains painting the palm of where he assumed the studs had landed.
Mason blinked looking at the blood, biting back the tears as he pushing everyone away from you. “Y/N, I know this hurts and you’re getting help right this second, but please tell me if you’re okay?” You didn’t respond. Mason swallowed hard and didn’t want to touch your face, afraid of hurting your head. He grabbed your hands as the Chelsea medicals sprinted to you and did the most treatment they could do on the pitch, before they knew you had to be stretched off.
Mason held your hands delicately, scared you’d snap under his touch; he pressed desperate kisses to your knuckles and the palm. “Please, baby. Please be okay.” He feared the worst, any wise boyfriend would if their girlfriend had around ten studs borderline lodged into your skull.
Chilly hovered over you and Mase, hands on your boyfriends shoulders and head hung low; praying on anything that you’ll be okay. Kepa was still in shock, rushing over to the bench to get rid of his blood stained gloves, the more he looked at it, the more he wanted to vomit; he could barely look at you unconscious.
“I love you, Y/N. Please.” Mason cried, gripping onto your hand the longer you lacked any sort of ‘life’. One of the medics tapped Mason and nodded at him with a smile, telling him you’ll be okay. He sobbed into your hand with relief. “She just needs to receive treatment from us and possibly a hospital but she might be out for a while.”
Mason didn’t care, he knew you were okay and signalled to Potter that he would come off as a substitute alongside you, he refused to leave your side. When you were stretched off, his hand never left yours. The crowd cheered you on in hopes of a quick recovery, and praised Mason on doing the right thing; all relying on that you’ll come back stronger.
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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑!
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summary: when fans find out y/n is realising a new album, it’s not hard to tell who it’s about.
mason mount x fem!reader
smau!
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑
summary: y/n still plays for chelsea, mason has moved onto man united. with old history bubbling on the pitch causes for tension and upset, told through twitter. (there will be a part 2!)
mason mount x fem!reader
mason mount x footballer!reader
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yourusername just posted!
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yourusername CHELSEA !!! best club in the world, best fans in the world … endless love for this club💙 Cole, tell me … “what’s the score?”🫡🫡
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user Y/N UR MESSY FOR THAT CAPTION
user mason humbled
user rip y/nmason ship ig😦
colepalmer10 4-3😂😂
nonzinooo LONDON IS BLUE
reece 😌
user NAH THE LAST PIC.☝️
axel_disasi someone in the last pic got a hattrick😇😇 @colepalmer10
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chelseanews Y/N and Mason Mount spotted after the Chelsea vs Man United game today. Mason is seen to have stayed behind in London while the rest of the United team returned to Manchester.
Those near said to have heard the argument spiral from Y/N bringing up Mason’s departure from Chelsea, some said she began crying because ‘she did not find out Mason was leaving Chelsea until he was gone’.
It looks as if Mason did not let his so-called ‘best friend’ know he was leaving Chelsea.
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user there’s no way …
user MASON.
user y/n omg i feel so bad😟
user FUCK OFF
user am i the only one who thinks mason mount is leaving united after the season
⤿ user that would be kinda crazy tho bc he JUST joined them this season
⤿ user ig but he didn’t join the bus back and stayed for y/n in chelsea?
⤿ user but they ended on such bad terms i dont think he would come back, and her career at chelsea could be in trouble then bc she CLEARLY doesn’t trust mason
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fabrizioromano 🚨 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 🚨 Mason Mount’s career at Manchester United is OVER!
After not returning to Manchester after their away game against Chelsea, Ten Hag has confirmed that at the end of the season, Mason Mount will no longer be a Manchester United player.
At the end of the season offers of up to €30M will be linked to other clubs. The biggest rumour being his return to Stamford Bridge, despite his feud with striker Y/N Y/L/N.
A club statement will be released within the next few hours, we imagine we have seen Mount play his last game in a United jersey.
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user WHAT.
user this is so poetic, mason leaving chelsea and him playing his game for united AT chelsea … it would kinda make sense if he came back
user MASON COME BACK
user this can’t be real …
marcusrashord 😔
⤿ user IT’S REAL
user good get him out
user y/n and mason will never be the same thoooo☝️
reece 🤔
⤿ user HOLY IS HE COMING BACK TO CHELSEA ??????
part 2 soon (!!!)
mason what’s your ring size😮💨😣