#football one shot
Do I do a part 2 of my Mason Mount Proposal imagine? (My Number 19)
“After proposing Mason’s family meet them in Ibiza and Y/N chats to them about wedding plans and finally gets to meet Mason’s niece. Mason talks about starting is own family?”
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“She’s My Girl”
Mason Mount x Reader
Warning - None? Fluff
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I remember Mason saying something about an online interview with Declan today, but I would be lying if I said I remembered what time it was at. So, you can imagine my surprise and embarrassment when I walked into my boyfriends game room to find him doing an interview with his best friend and Rio Ferdinand!
I do my best to leave the room quietly, but subtlety wasn’t exactly a skill I owned. Mase turns his head and smiles at me.
“Babe? Are you okay?”
I do my best to stay out of view of the camera and I mumble out an answer.
“I forgot you had your press junket, I just wanted to know if you wanted something to eat.”
As soon as the words left my mouth, I could hear Declan’s voice coming from the computer.
“Hey yo! Is that the Misses Mase?! Y/N!”
I walk over to the desk and give Dec a small wave trying to suppress nervous laughter as both him and Ferdinand peer at me. Mason senses my nerves and pulls me sideways into his lap. I curl into him and wrap myself into his hoodie as if to protect myself from this unfamiliar situation.
“it’s a good job I put pants on isn’t it” I whisper up to Mase as he chuckles at me.
The interview continues and overtime I start to feel more and more comfortable. I watch as they talk all these football and as Dec beats Mason on yet another FIFA game. Every now and then I get a question directed at me which I do my best to answer.
“So, Y/N what is it like living with Mase during Lockdown?”
I hear Mase laugh from behind me, his little giggle catching the back of my neck, tickling me slightly.
“Well, I have finally taught him how to do his own washing, so he doesn’t need to constantly ask for help and it gives his poor Mum a break”
Declan immediately bursts out laughing again as heat rushes to Mason’s cheeks. Feeling bad for exposing him to the internet I lean up to give a peck on his cheek.
I go on to talk about what we are doing to fill up the spare time we now have, and Mason mentioned the training schedules he gets from Chelsea while hoping to be back out on the pitch soon.
“Mason works so hard, and I don’t think that many people realise that and see how much he sacrifices so while we can I like to make sure that he has a couple of days off. Sometimes is movie nights and sometimes he is just enjoys gaming with he lads”
Mason gives me a quick squeeze of appreciation as Declan’s voice appears again, piggy backing on top of my answer with a story that makes everyone laugh.
“What is isn’t telling you is that when he is gaming, she uses it to get her cuddles in!” Mason jumps in to give Rio more context who looks confused at the quick switch up of conversation.
“Yeah, it will be 2am and she will come find me still half asleep because I’m not in bed yet. She simply walks up to me, sits in my lap, curls herself around me and falls back asleep, so whenever one of the boys screams down the mic I have to be like “bro shhh” and everyone just knows that Y/N is there”
I groan into my hands as Rio laughs along with the others. I suppose this is my payback for exposing Mason before…
“You’re so whipped bro!” Dec smiles, ignoring the fact that he is the exact same when he is with his lover.
Mason just looks down at me, his face glowing with happiness.
“She’s my girl, what can I say”
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“My Number 19”
Mason Mount x Reader
Warnings - High emotions? Fluff
Prompts-Comforting Mason after the Euros and the song “Marry your Daughter”
1.5k words.
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A holiday in the sun was exactly what the team needed after their devastating loss in the Euro’s final against Italy. I knew that it hit everyone hard, especially Mason. I remember watching him console his friends on the pitch with tears in my own eyes, as I stood beside his parents, but it wasn’t a time for me to cry. He needed me.
I simply opened my arms to him when he found me in the stands. He wasted no time embracing me, his weight throwing me backwards slightly. I catch myself and wrap my arms around him tightly, tracing small patterns down his back to try and relax him. The tears I caught him holding in on the pitch were now flying freely down his face, as he buries himself into the crook of my neck.
A hand of mine shoots up to his hair as I play with, knowing that it is these small intimate touches that calms him in heated moments like this one.
“You still made history babe; I am so very proud of you” I whisper into his ear as he breathing slow goes back to normal.
He looks up at me and my heart broke from him. I gently wipe away any tears still trapped on his face as he works his way to his parents who go through similar motions to me.
A few days later, we found ourselves in Mykonos. Over the last couple of days Mason has managed to put the loss behind him and thanked the fans for their support as well as addressing that there is no place for racism after virtual attacks appeared online towards some of his teammates. By the time we land his famous smile was back on his face.
A few others join us on the spontaneous get away including Dec who is dating my best friend , Chilly, Jack and Shaw with their partners.
I finish putting my hair up so that it doesn’t receive extensive damage from the pool when Mase enters the room.
“Dec and some of the lads have hired a yacht for the day, do you wanna join?
He hugs me from behind, humming to himself as I push down any fly away hair strands. I look at him through the mirror with a twinkle in my eye.
“Of course! Do you really need to ask Mase?”
I grab my beach bag and head out the room with my boyfriend.
The day was spent swimming in the sea, sunbathing and the boys playing basketball – all their practice at SGP paying off.
I ensure that Mason is covered in sunscreen after seeing Dec’s burnt arms and my best friend battle with him to put it on. Mase just lays on the deck as I massage the cream into his back, groaning slowly when I undo any knots in his muscles. This lasts all of five minutes before he is on his feet again answering Dec’s calls to hoop.
I sit to the side with the girls and watch as they pair up to score. The ball swings and hits nothing but net. A clean shot. I cheer out to him and watch as he happily jumps about and gives Dec a quick high five. He looks over to me and for a moment it is like time had stopped.
I take in his lean but muscular posture, his sun kissed skin, while taking in how his jersey fits over his shoulders before looking up to his face again.
Butterflies float around in my stomach as I stare into his deep brown eyes. They were like the window to his soul, showing just how kind and gentle he could be, while protecting those he loves fiercely and from his eyes came a sense of home, of belonging.
The honeymoon period of our relationship never ended and nor would it ever. His love consumed me, forever burning through me. It takes me a moment to realise what the man I am looking at is doing as he drops to one knee.
Time starting moving again but I feel like I am living in slow motion. I was aware of the sudden gasps and quickly following silence that happened around me, but I couldn’t focus on anyone but him. My faces scrunches up as a poor attempt to stop my tears as it finally clicks in me. He was proposing to me.
I thanked my luck that he waited till I was seated a one hand grips tightly onto the side of the sunbed while the other fly’s to my mouth to stop the loud gasps and cries from spilling out.
I watch as he delivers this beautiful speech, making me cry harder before asking the all important question. It takes me a minute to regain my voice from the shock.
“Oh Mason, look at state of me now. You know I’m an ugly crier!” I protest as he laughs nervously.
“I think you are beautiful” he whispers, using one hand to wipe my tears away and the other to keep a hold of the ring box.
He does his best to clear my face, but I know that he couldn’t do much; turns out my mascara wasn’t as waterproof as it said. That makes me giggle slightly as I open my mouth again. My voice was hoarse but at this point I didn’t care.
“Of course, I will marry you!”
At that, he wastes no time slipping the most gorgeous ring onto my finger, before picking me up and twirling me around as those around us erupt into cheers after that tense silence. Champagne is sprayed all around the deck as music begins to play.
Mason puts me back on my feet, but keeps a tight hold on my waist, unsure if I have recovered from the shock yet.
I lean my forehead against his and soak in memory.
“My Number 19” I whisper just before his lips capture my own, as if to seal the deal.
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Mason’s POV-
I have never felt so much relief as I did when Y/N agreed to my proposal. When she started crying, I panicked like never before, but I couldn’t do anything but wait. Then came the answer I have been waiting for the last 6 months. I wanted to sag in relief, but I had to keep my composure.
I remember that one moment 6 months ago, I had the ring, but I needed one more thing.
My legs felt as if they couldn’t hold me up as I stood before my girlfriends childhood home. I placed a firm knock on the door and wait until her father answers my call. I give him my best smile (while internally cringing at my actions) and settle instead on a firm handshake.
I force myself to calm down before stepping into the household. I can do this, it’s not like I am the only guy who has asked their girlfriend’s father for his permission to marry his daughter. Its old fashioned sure but not that rare.
I take a seat opposite him and get straight to the point.
“I want to marry your daughter” I blurt out, before adding a quick “sir” on the end.
His eyebrows shoot so far up his face I was actually scared that they would disappear. Not the reaction I would have wanted but there is still hope. I have to hope.
I listen to him intently as he raises his concerns, including our young ages and my career but I didn’t let them dishearten me. I knew that Y/N was the girl I was going to marry when I first met her three years ago. Even at 19 my heart knew that she was the one. I wasn’t going to give up.
“Sir, I hope you don’t mind forwardness but in this box is ring for your oldest, she is my everything and I would really like your blessing. I know that you have your concerns, but you honestly do not have to worry, I will treat her with the upmost respect.” I take a breath before deciding to take the final plunge.
“I’m gonna marry your daughter and make her my wife; I want her to be the only girl that I love for the rest of my life.”
I feel like an eternity passes before her old man looks at me again. I watch as his face breaks into a smile and I have to close my eyes to hide the tears that threaten to spill. He approved.
He stands up and gives me another firm shake of the hand.
“You’ve got backbone kid. I respect that. Go look after my little girl”
I didn’t plan on proposing on the yacht, I had a whole beach proposal planned for that evening instead but when I caught her staring over at me, I was mesmerized. Her smile was so bright, and her eyes shone with constant admiration and love. Stuck in that single moment I knew I had to do it.
I wanted to share this memory with her and the friends we call family; it didn’t matter if it was now or in a fancy setting. I just wanted her to say yes…and she did.
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“Stories to Tell”
Mason Mount x Female Reader
Warnings - None? Fluff
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I had imagined many scenarios when it came to meeting my boyfriend’s best friend. At a dinner event, the football awards, or even in training but apparently, I must have done something horrible in a past life as the reality was far worse then any expectation I’d conjured up in my mind.
I am sure many would be quite suspired if not happy to see Declan Rice stood at the end of their bed, but for me? Mortifying.
My eyes bulged so far out of my head; it was almost comical. I grab the duvet to ensure I am fully covered.
“Mase, Mase?” I hiss, shaking my boyfriend to try and get his attention. His only was response was to groan and turn into me, attempting to wrap me back into his arms.
Dec laughs quietly at his friend and stands watching, bouncing on his heels as I try again to wake the Chelsea player.
“Mason!Why the hell is your best friend stood in your bedroom?” My voice reaches an octave higher than normal as I cough to hide my embarrassment.
One eye opens as that finally grasps his attention. He lifts his head slightly and locks eyes with Dec before groaning and huffing out a small gravely laugh.
“Come on Dec man! What are you doing here? ” He flops back down onto the pillow, hiding under the covers.
Dec just laughs again. “You slept through morning training. I came to see if you were alright”
Dec holds up to see what must be a spare key to the apartment.
This leads to Mason shooting straight up and immediately glances to the clock on the bedside table.
He lets out a low curse and jumps from the bed, not caring that he stands in front of Dec in nothing but a pair of boxers and dishevelled hair. Huh? Must be a guy thing.
I on the other hand continue wrapping myself in the sheets of the duvet so that I don’t accidently flash our guest.
Mase grabs a tracksuit and quickly slips into it just as I speak.
“Well now that we are all up, why don’t you boys put the kettle on? Meanwhile I am going to find some clothes, hmmm?”
I watch as Mason laughs at my shyness and leads Dec out of the room so I can dress myself. I dig out one of Mason’s old Chelsea Tops from the back of the wardrobe along with some leggings. 15 minutes later I join the duo in the living area.
Mason passes me my drink and I say my thanks.
“So, you’re who Mase has been ditching us for” Dec winks, allowing me to see he is joking but I blush still creeps up onto my face.
“Y/N. It is nice to finally meet you” I hold my hand out which he gladly accepts.
I can hear Mason snort at my formalness and in response I give a light shove, making him laugh harder.
He stops for a moment to wrap me into a bear hug, and I can’t help but cradle myself into his side as he holds me closely.
“She’s shy at first” Mason dramatically whispers to Dec, as the sound of his laughter vibrates off us. Even though I am not looking directly at him I know full well that he has that certain smile plastered across his face.
“Well, you can’t exactly blame me! The first time I meet your best friend he finds us in bed together!”
It was Dec’s laughter I hear next.
“Well, at least you have one hell of a story to tell”
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“Hide Away”
Mason Mount x Female Reader
Warnings - mentions of anxiety, Fluff?
1.6K Words
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When people found out about my relationship with Mason, the sudden focus on me was a big shock to my system. I consider myself quite a private and shy person so when the news hit and there was a certain shift in my life, it took me awhile to work around the unwanted attention. I learnt how to navigate social media to avoid those who demand an insight into my life and did my best to not focus on any negative or hateful comments. Mason respected my decision to lay low, feeling slightly protective over me and cleverly deflects any questions about me that are aimed at him during sports press.
While these lengths help me continue with a semi normal life with the man I love, as with anything else there are drawbacks. The main one that haunts me is that I have found that I can rarely support him in person which means spending large amounts of time apart. While Mason found ways to manage this, by text messages to me or facetiming me after a match, the guilt of not being there like other girlfriends eats me up inside. What was it about me what meant I couldn’t behave like a normal girlfriend?
It was that thought that plagued my mind for weeks as the London Football Awards loomed. I wanted to be there for him on this big night, but could I handle the limelight? I weigh up the pro and con’s whenever I had any free time, but I fail to come up with a conclusion.
On the night of the event, I watch as Mase struggles with his tie in his bedroom mirror. I crawl off the bed and walk over to help him before he strangles himself.
He wraps his hands around waist and pulls me closer as I undo the mess that is his tie.
“I watched a bunch YouTube videos on this stuff! I don’t know where I am going wrong” he mumbles into my neck, peppering me in kisses.
I giggle as I pull from him, inspecting my work. I smooth everything out and smile.
Mason thanks me and we stand in silence for a moment. It was in that moment, seeing him suited and booted that I made the ultimate decision.
“I am gonna come with you!” I exclaim.
I watch as Mason’s face changes from shock to pure excitement like a boy on Christmas morning.
“What seriously? Babe you don’t have to, I mean I would love for you too, but I don’t want you to feel pressurized into going” he rambles on with himself.
Butterflies swarm my stomach as I blush at his concern. It happens each time, it is like the honeymoon phase never ended.
“No, this is your big night, I want to be there for you” I take a deep breath and push down any anxiety.
I can do this.
I have an hour before setting off and I have to admit it has to be the fastest time that I have ever gotten ready in.
I step into the living room where Mason is waiting. He looks up from his phone and his jaw drops.
The heat rushes to my cheeks again.
“You look beautiful” he says to me as I fasten my heels. I shake my head in disagreement, but he wasn’t having it; he walks over and plants a kiss on my temple.
“I’ll be right there with you the whole time” he whispers.
Mason sticks to his word the whole night, only leaving me when he went to collect his award on stage. We met up with a few other players including Tammy Abraham, Declan Rice and Harry Kane. Mason kept an eye on me throughout the event, giving me small comforting touches when he senses my anxiety spiking.
After the ceremony, when people start to gather around the bar and chat to one another I couldn’t help but feel out of place. Mase stays near but I let him breath. I force a smile on my face, not wanting to ruin his night as he laughs with his friends celebrating his achievements.
He looks over at me and I give him a small wave. I walk back over to him and speak lowly, “I think I am going to leave babe, you stay and enjoy yourself.” I go to kiss his cheek when he pulls me straight into his side and leans down to meet my level, so he doesn’t tower over me. He raises is voice so I can hear his words over the music.
“Nah darlin’ I will head out with you. Not having you face outside on your own”
I try to protest but he his mind was made up. He says his goodbyes, wraps me in his blazer and takes my hand.
I couldn’t help but wince as we are suddenly surrounded by crowds of cameras, I do my best to cover my eyes as the flashes attack me.
“Mason, Mason how are you tonight?!”
“Mason what do you have to say about the latest Chelsea news?!”
“Mr Mount, is this your girlfriend? How come are you never out with her?”
“Mount, Mount, have you heard from your ex recently?!”
“How is the England team preparing for the Euros?!”
“How is your friendship with Rice, going; is he here tonight?”
“Have your family met Miss Y/N yet, do you think you two will last?”
Mason’s grip tightens on my hand as I keep my head down, fighting our way through the sea of people. I feel my chest tighten and my breaths become shallow as my legs slowly turn to jelly. Am I having a panic attack?
We eventually make it to Mason’s Car; still able to hear the press around the corner, now harassing whoever was next to leave the venue.
“Are you okay to drive?” I croak out, struggling to find my voice.
Mase gives me a boy scout salute, “Sober as a stone”
I climb into the car at lighting speed, needing to find some familiar comfort.
Mase puts is hand on my knee, running patterns around it.
I focus on my breathing and attempt to calm myself, Mase doesn’t rush me to talk and eventually I even myself out.
“I am so sorry babe” I murmur, trying to keep my tears at bay.
“You have nothing to be sorry for! It Is me that is sorry, they are never normally like that. They just want a story for the paper”
The fact that my boyfriend felt like he needed to apologise for this ending of his night was the last straw. The thin barrier that was holding back my waterworks broke.
I cover myself ashamed of my actions but Mason tugs at me and pulls me into a bear hug, rocking gently side to side.
“I am so proud of you baby, you did so good” he mumbles into my hair as he continues to cradle me.
Eventually we pull away and I wipe away my tears. Some people may think that my actions were extreme, but I thank my lucky stars that I have such a sweet and understanding boyfriend.
Mason keeps one hand on the wheel and one hand on my lap, as we pass the paparazzi once more, they do there best to get a picture from inside the vehicle. I close my eyes as Mase speeds away.
The drive back to Mason’s apartment was quiet and I let out a sigh of relief. I remove my heels and flop down on the sofa.
I let out a small yawn, the events of the evening finally catching up with my body.
“Can I stay for the night?”
“Of course, you can sweetheart, you don’t even need to ask”
Mason leads me to the bedroom and helps me out of my outfit, giving a small massage to rid my body of the pent up tension.
I take off my make up off and slide back into one of Mason’s old football tops, letting the material drown me, as I inhale his scent. I climb into bed beside Mase as he wraps his arms around me. I rest my head on his chest and slowly start to relax to the sound of his heartbeat.
“I love you, Y/N. I Promise everything will be okay”
That was the last thing I heard before sleep overtakes me.
The next morning, I am woken by my phone violently going off and Mason’s side of the bed cold. He is most likely doing his morning exercise routine. I grab my phone and scroll through a batch of messages from friends and family telling me to check my Instagram immediately. When I opened the app, I see straight away what everyone was on about.
Mason Mount has posted a photo.
The photo Is one of me and him exiting the venue from last night I scroll down to read the caption and I feel the butterflies return to me.
“I didn’t want to make a statement about this as I believe it is a private matter, but after last night I feel like I should make people aware. I am in a happy and healthy relationship; I do not appreciate the waves of abuse my partner and I are getting simply for wanting privacy. I simply ask for a little more of respect if you see us out together. This isn’t a place for hate” – MM19.
I drop my phone like it’s a hot potato and scramble from the bedroom. I race down to the living room area and launch into a hug with him.
He catches me with ease, a small giggle parting from him.
“What was that for?”
“I saw your Instagram post” I reply, still clinging to him.
“Aww baby, its okay. I hope things ease up so that you don’t feel like to need to hide away anymore”
Here is part 2 of My Number 19! Should I do a part 3 of their wedding? Let me know ☺️
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“My Number 19” - Part 2
Mason Mount x Female Reader
Warnings- Mentions of anxiety and PDA. Fluff
1.5K words
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It has been three days since Mason proposed to me and I am still in disbelief. Three days of this ring on my finger, three days of constantly seeing this physical symbol of our love. I couldn’t stop glancing down at it. I watched as it would glisten in the sunlight and watch as it still shined brightly in the moonlight. With Mason’s return to the club for preseason looming, the both of us decided on a last minute trip to Ibiza, with his family expecting to meet us out there. Mason insisted on keeping our big news a secret until they arrived.
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Mason wasn’t a morning person at all so finding his side of the bed empty and seeing him up and about before sunrise on the day of our connecting flight surprised me.
I rub my eyes, clearing my vision to see him pacing across the room by the foot of the bed.
“Babe? Are you okay?” I ask him, muffling a yawn with my body still battling off any remaining thoughts of sleep.
His head shoots up and I see that he is clutching his phone.
“Mum says she and the others are boarding their flight soon. I am so nervous to tell her about us!”
I see that he slowly beginning to spiral so I pat the bed and beckon him over. He sits on the edge of the bed, his back facing me as I get up to massage his shoulders. He begins to lean into my touch and relax slightly.
“We are going to be just fine Mase. If my dad approved, then your mum definitely will”
Many hours later, after a flight, another hotel check in and some time to change Mason and I are reunited with his family. Both his mother and father had flown out including his older brother Lewis, their sister Jaz, her husband, and their little baby girl Summer (Mason’s niece). I was welcomed with opened arms like every other time I see them.
My finger felt bare without my ring, but I hadn’t wore it so that I didn’t ruin the big surprise. Mason held onto it and promised that it will be back where it belonged very soon.
Keeping the news, a secret was harder than I expected especially when Jaz and Debbie would joke around about how much Mason is in love with me. I would see their smirks when they would tease him about how sweet he acts when he is around me and how perfect we are for one another. Meanwhile his brother and father would tease him for being ‘clingy’.
Yet If I was being honest clingy Mason was one of my favourite sides to see. With his love language being touch he always near. Some touches were subtle, like how he would simply hold my hand while walking or touching your leg, thigh or knee while sat down, drawing patterns in that area.
Other touches were big displays of PDA like kisses on camera after a winning game, hugs from behind whether or not we are around friends and family and when drunk his obsession with my arse would come into play. Sometimes he would just hold it instead of my hand, tease me by giving it a squeeze or even give it a cheeky smack as I walk by.
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If I wasn’t with Mason then I could be found babysitting his Niece, Summer so that Jaz could spend some alone time with her husband. Babysitting was easy as Summer is a naturally happy baby who loved exploring. It only took her a couple of hours before she crawled over to use me as a pillow for her nap of the day.
Taking her out of the sun so she doesn’t burn or end up too warm I put her under our beach umbrella and lie with her on a chair. She snoozes peacefully as I loose myself in my most recent book. I look up a couple of chapters later to see Summer still sleeping onto of me and Mason in his chair beside my own.
I smile softly at him, still shielding myself from the sun as I ask if he okay.
He just nods, content in his surroundings as he presses a kiss onto the top of my hand.
“You are good with her you know.” He speaks lowly, his voice slightly gruff, as if he has just woken up from a nap himself.
My eyes subconsciously fall on Summer at his comment, as I brush her tiny baby hairs away from her eyes.
“Can you imagine us with a family of our own one day?” I watched as his Adam’s Apple bobbed with nerves.
“One day. You would be an amazing dad babe” I lean over to plant a kiss on his lips as he smirks.
“I said one day Mount, don’t you be getting any ideas now”
He laughs at my response just before I hear a whisper fall from his lips.
“One day … the Mister and Misses with mini Mounts”
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Later that evening, my nerves started to get the better of me as I waited to head downstairs for the family meal. I constantly smoothed down my red silk dress, found myself playing with hair over and over while pacing the length of the hotel room multiple times.
Mason came up to me from behind and held me tightly. He often does this to help calm me when my anxiety plays up. He peppers me with gentle light kisses as he whispers sweet nothings into my ear.
“We’ve got this darlin’, they are gonna be so happy for us. I can’t wait for you to take my last name”
He pulls out my ring and it slides perfectly back onto my finger.
The action takes me back to the day of his proposal and the same words fall from my mouth all over again.
“I Love you, My Number 19”
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I hold Mason hand tightly and do my best to hide the ring as everyone takes their seats. Chat flows easily and food is soon ordered. After the main course we collectively agree that the family have been left in the dark for long enough.
He faces his mother which captures the attention of everyone else at the table.
“Ma, dad, everyone, I have something I need to tell you”
Mason takes my hand and lifts me from my seat. He links my arm with his own so that the ring gleams and is in the eyesight of everyone at the table.
The first thing I hear is Jaz’s squeal as she is the first one to realise what is happening. She quickly covers her mouth as Mason starts speaking again.
“I would like to introduce you all to the future Mrs Mount!”
Tears welled in my eyes as I heard it being spoken out loud in front the most important people in Mason’s life. I watched as the family’s reaction goes from shock to excitement and happiness.
Jaz runs from her chair and tackles me into a hug. Debbie joins in as the boys congratulations Mason. There Is a mixture of small private cheers ranging from “This is amazing news”, “I am so happy for you” and “It’s about damn time”.
The evening continues with new discussions of wedding plans and if we have anything planned yet. His sister and mother couldn’t help but bombard me with all different types of dress, venue, and décor ideas. I didn’t mind much, I’d never felt happier than in this moment, planning one of the biggest day of my life with my future husband and in laws.
After telling our families about the proposal Mason I had both decided to enjoy the rest of the holiday and wait announce the news to the public. While the majority have been supportive of our relationship over the years, we do tend to keep our lives as private as possible, only really posting when we feel comfortable in doing so.
I woke up in Mason’s arms the next morning to find him frowning down at his phone, which seemed to be ringing out incessantly.
I lean up to see what was upsetting him only to have my own jaw drop.
“Mason Mount Married?”
“Did Mason Mount propose to long-time girlfriend y/n? See details here ”
“Mason Mount officially off the market forever?”
“Marriage for Mount, are children next?”
I scanned the headlines rapidly as more and more appeared on the screen.
The secret was out. So much for keeping it to ourselves.
After some investigating, we find that a few fans in the restaurant overheard the news and couldn’t help but take some photographs and share the news. I saw the blurry screenshots of me with Mason, with zoomed in images of my ring and us giving each other large amounts of PDA.
I let out a large sigh and bury myself into his chest. He kisses the top of my forehead.
“I know its not what you wanted but at least we don’t have to worry about telling everyone else. The important thing Is that our closest friends and family know”
I take a deep breath and take in his words, slowly realising that he is right. This is our special moment, and nothing will ruin it.
“I can’t wait to be your wife”
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“Caring for you” - Headcanons
NeutralReader AND Female Reader x Mason Mount
Warnings - Mention of pain and illness? Fluff
Requested? - Yes.
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When you are ill - Neutral Reader:
- When you are ill, Mason always wants to be there to look after you but you hesitate because you don’t want him to get ill. It mainly happens in December as you don’t do well in cold weather.
- Although you hate to admit it, Mason does have the stronger immune system.
- Even though you don’t want Mason to get ill as well he still comes over to look after you and you don’t really have the energy to complain.
- When you go to open the door for him, it takes you all all of your strength to get there and you almost pass out.
- “Whoa, easy now. I got you” Mase catches you before you hit the ground and carries back to bed.
- When you wake up again you find him lay next to you and a warm bowl of soup on the bedside table.
- Over the course of the week Mason stays with you, keeping an eye on your fever until it breaks, making sure you took your painkillers and that you were somewhat eating despite just wanting to sleep.
- Even after a week when your strength slowly begins to return, Mason didn’t want you to rush back into things so he stayed with you for another 7 days.
- When you were 100 percent again, you thanked Mason for his help and promised that you would spend some proper time together soon.
When you are on your period- Female Reader:
- Mason tracks your cycle via an app on his phone, so that if you need products he knows when to get them.
- Mase knows not to take your mood changes to seriously. He comforts and cuddles you when you feel down and gives you your space when you want to be alone.
- If your period arrives unexpectedly or a leak happens he refuses to let you be embarrassed.
- instead he runs you a bubble bath and lets you relax while he strips the sheets and puts them in the wash. (After you taught him how to finally use it properly )
- He often lets you nap on him if your cramps are particularly bad and always makes sure you have a hot water bottle on hand to help you.
- Your appetite fluctuated when you was on your Period so Mason didn’t force you to eat in case you were sick, but he does his best to make sure that you stayed hydrated and if you wanted snacks they were available.
- You are always happy to see the end of your cycle at the end of the month, thankful for Mason’s help and happy for the sign your body is healthy but excited to get back into your normal routine.
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“You Were Never Temporary”
Mason Mount x Reader
Warnings - ANGST (I’m sorry) but fluffy ending. Mentions of self doubt.
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“Oh my god, you’re in love” my best friend, Eden gasps as I watch him in the distance.
I turn to her with my tear stained face and scoff slightly.
“Wouldn’t you be?”
I was 15 then, 15 when I watched him pack up his things and climb into his parents car, ready to start his new journey for Chelsea FC. Host parents had been set up and his contact was already signed.
“They are gonna know my name, they are gonna know who I am” he used to say to me. Even when no one else believed in him, he always believed in himself.
He was right, they learnt his name. Mason Mount: The force to be reckoned with.
He became a far cry from the boy who I had let go that night.
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“Y/N please, please come with me; we can figure this out together, I promise” he had begged me. Running every scenario through his head, trying to come up with a solution with a million and one impossible things.
We both had tears running down or faces, our emotions raging and our voices hoarse. I remembered feeling like my heart was slowly breaking and it was agonising, but I couldn’t be the one to hold him back from his lifelong goal. I wouldn’t be. I had closed my eyes and begun my last words to him.
“I have to let you go. Everything in this life is temporary, I guess I was merely one of those things. I am happy to have been but now I’m letting go Mason. I’m letting you go.”
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He promised he would find me again, but I knew I would only distract him. He was destined for great things in this world, and I had to let him be free. So that is exactly what I did.
Over the years I have watched him grow from the shadows. Watched every win and every loss. Celebrated every win and mourned every loss. Seen how each time he picked himself up and kept on going, willing himself to go further.
While Mason was making his name known worldwide, I went down the university route, graduating with a degree in Media at age 21. I remember when the news broke that Mason had found a girlfriend. While I no longer saw him, Declan gave me a heads up before the press got a hold of the news, “given your history” he had said.
Eden, who had followed me to university simply looked over from her bed in our dorm and said “Do you still love him, even now? After all of this time?”
I gave her same smile that I gave her at fifteen.
“Yes”
“How do you know?”
“Because seeing him smile is the only thing I ever want to see, even if it’s not because of me” I had answered.
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A year later I stood inside Stamford Bridge waiting to see if him and his team could bring home the Champions League Trophy. I knew his family would be there, but I hoped I wouldn’t bump into them.
If only I had such luck. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to see them but rather I had no idea how I could face them, not after so long.
But his mother Debbie seemed to have other ideas, knowing that trying to avoid the women who has known me since I was a child was futile, I took a deep breath and took the seat she offered me. We talked about simple things but that changed as soon as her son began his decent onto the pitch. I stood to say goodbye, but she took my hand stopping me in the process. I was left speechless with what she said next.
“He misses you greatly, you know”
I couldn’t meet her eye.
“There is always that one person you’ve had feelings for since the moment you first met them. For my son that was you and I think for you, it is him. Whatever you may think or even believe, you don’t distract him, you empowerhim”
I attempt to still my shaking hands and the sudden chills coursing through my body.
“I erm- I…” I tried to from a sentence, but I felt as if my throat was closing up, crushing any attempt to get my words out.
“I best get back to my seat” I eventually forced out and spun on my heel, walking away without a chance for her to respond.
The entire match, I couldn’t help but replay the words in my head.
“He misses you greatly, you know”
“You empower him”
“Feelings from them since the first time you met”
She couldn’t be right, could she? Did he truly miss me?
I struggled to focus on the match in front of me, but I didn’t miss the goal that put Chelsea in the league or the way the team celebrated on the pitch the minute the final whistle blew.
I sat there in disbelief for a good moment or two as I take in the magical moment.
I watched as he held the trophy up proudly and embraced his family and friends.
He made it.
I wiped my tears and planned to slip out of the stadium quietly, but it seemed that the universe had over plans.
I heard him before I saw him.
“Y/N! Y/N! Wait up, please, tell me that it is you?!”
Hearing my name fall from his lips and the clear tone of desperation in his voice, threatened to shatter my heart all over again. Still my feet were rooted to the ground, refusing to move forward. My body involuntarily turned towards him, making us face to face after all of those years.
I watch as he almost falls to his knees, adrenaline was probably only thing keeping him up right.
“It is you, isn’t it? I’m not dreaming. It has to be, I would recognise those eyes anywhere”
My eyes, those in question had decided that it would be a great time to spring a leak once more, as tears of fear, pain and love fall down my already wet cheeks.
“Long time, no see, Mount” I whisper out, my voice cracking.
My childhood best friend doesn’t answer but simply surges forward and tackles me into a tight hug. I hear his gasps and figure that he has started to cry also.
When he pulls away, I find that he still gripping my hand tightly, afraid that if he let go, I would disappear. I wasn’t complaining.
He cups my face.
“I told you I would find you again” he whispers and, in that moment, the only thing I wanted to do was kiss him.
He looks me straight in the eye.
“Kiss me, please” he begs, as if reading my mind.
My fingers delicately trace his bottom lip. I couldn’t do this, not while I didn’t know the truth.
“Your girlfriend?” I questioned him softly. There had been rumours that there had been a breakup between the pair, but I needed to know. I wasn’t going to be branded a cheater or home wrecker.
“Split up, months ago. Promise”
His sentences where short and snappy, signalling impatience which made me want to giggle slightly, but even so he waited for me to lead.
After that I wasted no time, I bounced slightly on my toes to reach him as our lips finally met. The kiss was slow and gentle but still fuelled with passion like other. This kiss was years in the making and I wasn’t going to waste it.
When we finally come up for air, I hear him mumbling something against my forehead.
“You were never temporary”
I look at him, confusion written across my face.
“The day you left you said that you were simply a temporary thing in my life; But you wasn’t”
He cups my face in his hands again, staring into what felt like my soul.
“You were never temporary. Not to me, not ever.”
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Son Heungmin & Dele
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Dele is pretty sure Sonny has a secret girlfriend. But would he be happy if he found out who Sonny is dating? [Requested]
It was so quiet. It was so quiet that the sound of dripping water from the sink in the kitchen sounded so loud from the living room where they were sitting. The tension was immense. She and Sonny sat side-to-side on the armchairs, hanging their heads low, as they were shot by sharp judging glances from Dele who sat on the couch across them.
“Finally. I caught you in the act. God. I can’t believe both of you.” That was all Dele had said after Sonny had rolled down the car window, before he tried to get back to his friend’s car. Dele apparently had arrived ten minutes earlier before them; he meant to return a purse that she had left at his house last week. She had begged him to stay so they could explain to him. He’d refused at first, but she’d been on the verge of crying, so he’d let her drag him to her house.
But before they could explain, Dele had exploded first. He’d gone on a rant, mentioning about his suspiciousness, all the reasons, and reminding them about all the times they had lied to his face. Dele was angry, the confusion and upset strongly radiated off him and every word he’d said felt like a stab right on their chests.
And by the time Dele was done, the couple had already lost their words. They’d been preparing for an explanation for Dele, a calm and collected Dele; but now they were facing an upset Dele, who had just caught them in the act, so they weren’t really sure where to start.
“I don’t know whether I’m more angry at the fact that you’ve been dating behind my back for four months or the fact that you’ve gotten so comfortable lying to me,” Dele shot a look at Sonny before turning to her. “And you, oh God, I poured my heart to you and you lied to my face.”
“I promise you, it wasn’t easy for me. I hated lying to you…”
“No, Del, don’t blame her,” Sonny interrupted, straightening up his posture on the chair. “It’s all me. I’m the one who asked for this to be a secret.”
Dele scoffed as he shook his head. “Not even a word, Sonny. Not even… Anything. Only lies.”
“I know, I’m sorry. I was just not ready to share this with anyone. I just needed time to figure things out on my own.”
“But… It’s her,” Dele briefly glanced at her. “She is my best friend too and you want to leave me out of it?” The sadness in his voice didn’t go unnoticed.
“I never wanted to leave you out. I swear.” Sonny tried to sound as convincing as possible. Because despite it seeming like a lie, he truly meant it every time he said it. “I was scared that you wouldn’t approve. I don’t want you to feel like I’m– like I’m taking her from you.”
“Yeah, everything that you don’t want me to feel, I’m kind of feeling all of them right now.”
Dele couldn’t help it. She’d been friends with him first before he’d introduced her to Sonny. And over the years it had become the three of them. Now if the two were dating, where did it put him in this friendship?
She only sat in silence, listening to the two men talk. She had so many things she wanted to say, but she just didn’t want to make things worse. She figured that Dele was having a hard time to take this all in so maybe they needed to go easier on him.
From the corner of her eyes, she could see Sonny who was still staring at Dele, who had dropped his gaze to his knee. Sonny’s face was full of not only guilt but also worry. She could tell that her boyfriend was blaming himself for all of this mess. This wasn’t supposed to go like this; they’d hoped for a calm and mature conversation, not a heated and stressful one.
“I’m sorry, Del, it’s… It’s all my fault.” Sonny confessed. She was indeed right; Sonny was blaming himself. “I never wanted to make you upset. We didn’t mean to make you upset.” Sonny glanced at her and she gave a little nod. “We wanted you to be the first one to know because you’re the most important person for us. We just needed time.”
It was silent again. Dele pursed his lips as he folded his arms in front of his chest and started moving his right leg; a bad habit he always did when he was thinking seriously. Sonny turned to her and when she looked back, he cocked his head to Dele, giving a signal for her to say something. She bit the lower of her lips as she felt the nervousness building inside her again.
“I’m sorry, Del. We’re sorry. The last thing we wanted is to hurt you,” she finally spoke up. Her voice sounded so timid, and it was the reason why Dele immediately gave his full attention to her.
He was already heartbroken about this whole situation. He remembered how easy she’d told all those lies, how she’d tried to cover it and made him believe that she was clueless about it, when she knew exactly what it all meant to him. But still, his heart broke even more seeing the guilt that was plastered all over her face. He knew that she was genuinely feeling guilty.
“I don’t know, it’s just…” He sighed. “It’s just ridiculous how you guys even think that I won’t approve. Why wouldn’t I approve?” Dele shifted his gaze between the couple. “I love both of you. If you’re happy, I’m happy.”
There was not only a slow change of expressions on the couple’s faces, but also a change of mood in the room. The tension was somewhat floating in the air along with Dele’s words, which came off as a surprise to her and Sonny. The couple, clearly stunned, exchanged looks for a moment before they both turned their attention to Dele.
“So you… Approve?” She carefully asked.
“Why wouldn’t I?” He repeated his words. “But it doesn’t mean I’m not mad. I am still mad. You two lied to me, you need to make it up to me.”
She nodded quite frantically. “Yeah, we will, of course we will.”
Waves of relief washed over her and Sonny, and they both couldn’t suppress their smiles—hers being a lot wider than his. She jumped on her seat, clasping and tightening her hands together out of excitement.
“Thank you, Del. Thank you,” Sonny said. He really wanted to stand up and give his best friend a hug; it felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest but he tried his best to contain his emotion.
Dele let out a long sigh. “Can’t believe I’m gonna be a third-wheel now in this relationship.” He shook his head, still quite in disbelief with this whole situation. “And I swear, guys, you need to do better if you want to keep this relationship off the public’s eyes.” He got a grab of his phone and showed the screen to the couple. “‘Cause I know you wouldn’t want something like this to come on the media.”
“Can you please delete it? Please don’t let it out,” Sonny suddenly got tense again with horror in his face. On Dele’s phone screen was one of the photos Dele had taken, a photo of him and her in the car. The photo was quite blurry, but it was clear enough to see their faces, his Spurs jacket, and her Spurs shirt.
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep it to myself. It’s very good material to blackmail the two of you when any of you don’t want to comply.”
“Del–”
“I’m just kidding,” he muttered as he locked his phone and put it in the pocket of his jacket. His palms went to his thigh and straightened all the wrinkles on his jeans. He then stood up and the pair of eyes across him followed his movement.
“Where are you going?” She asked, a little bit startled.
“Home. I need space, I need to be away from the two of you.”
The couple stood up too as Dele started to make his way to the hallway, she trailed behind him. Both of them wanted to stop him; they wanted to at least give Dele a hug. Maybe that could comfort Dele a little bit and comfort themselves too.
“See you at training,” Sonny said, but Dele didn’t reply. She stopped and turned to Sonny who didn’t seem to be moving from his spot. “You walk him to the door, yeah?”
She nodded and quickly followed Dele. Dele stood at the small mirror near the front door, putting his hoodie on and making sure it covered him properly.
“Del… We’re really sorry. Please don’t be mad at us for too long?”
“It’s just stupid for you two to think that I won’t be happy if my two best-friends get together,” Dele answered as he reached the door. “Okay, I’ll be sad if you start doing inside jokes that I don’t understand and do things without me but…” He looked at her with a gentle gaze. “You guys are my best friends. My family.”
Her heart clenched at that, on how genuine Dele sounded. She knew she was gonna spend forever regretting lying to Dele, who was also like a brother to her, and making him upset. She and Sonny were just trying to protect themselves, but maybe they didn’t do enough to protect Dele’s feelings. Dele would make her do absolutely everything to make it up to him but honestly, she’d do everything.
“I know. We’re all family,” she nodded. “We love you, Del…”
Dele sighed and left the affectionate words unanswered. It was the last thing he heard before Dele walked out of the house and was welcomed by the cold air. He put his hands on the pockets of his jacket when he reached the front yard. As he passed the gate and walked along the pavement, he got his phone out of his pocket and unlocked it. His screen was still displaying the photo that he’d taken of his best friends. He swiped to the right and it was another photo of his best friend, kissing.
This was all just so bizarre. He felt his stomach twisting. But it didn’t feel uncomfortable. It felt… Funny. And then the corners of his lips tugged upright ever so slightly.
His best friends were dating.
At least now he could be at ease, knowing that Sonny was dating someone he could completely trust. And that she was dating someone who he knew so well.
Don’t get him wrong, he was still upset. But to be fair, he didn’t really mind being the third-wheel. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.
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Lie Again
Anyone You Like
She should just keep saying all the sweet things she always tells him. Lies, sweet lies, white lies, he’ll take it, because he doesn’t want to know the truth about the love she’s had before. [Inspired by “Lie Again” by GIVEON]
He wished that he hadn’t asked the question. Because he was now completely up in his mind, thinking about her answer.
He’d asked her whether the rumour was true, the gossip that went around at the club between the players and the staff a while ago, that she was dating a “coworker”.
She’d just chortled and slightly shook her head. “Do you really want to know?” was her answer and he’d been spending hours thinking about what it could possibly mean. The more he thought about it, the more he was sure that it was a suggestion that the gossip was actually true. She worked very closely with the first team. So to think that “the coworker” could be one of his teammates made his stomach twist and turn in the most uncomfortable way.
He’d brought her to Ibiza for a short getaway. They’d been seeing each other for a couple of months and he thought that this was the perfect time to finally go for a holiday together, just the two of them. In one of their conversations, some words had escaped her lips, “Well, I went here last summer”, and last summer was the time that the gossip went around; that was why he got reminded of the gossip and decided to ask about it.
He was waiting for her to get ready. They were going to go to the beach. He himself had put on blue floral pants and a simple white shirt that he’d unbuttoned all the way through. He was just lying idly on the bed, trying to catch glimpses of her in the bathroom—she was doing certain things to her hair.
After spending a few frustrating hours trying to remember which ones of his teammates that went to Ibiza last summer, which ended up with him not liking the names he came up with, five minutes ago he’d said to her, “It was true, wasn’t it?” followed by “I feel like I need to know” that didn’t sound so convincing. She’d just responded with a brief glance at him, probably surprised that he brought back the topic.
His nervousness built up as he waited for her answer. He watched as she tied her hair in a ponytail; he thought that it looked cute, but she let it loose in the end. He followed her every movement, feeling his heart jumping when she walked out of the bathroom.
“It was just a summer fling,” she said suddenly. He gritted his teeth, laying his eyes on her beautiful figure, holding his breath because the view was almost too much for him; she was wearing the coral red two-piece that he gifted her. “It didn’t even last two months.”
His heart dropped to the bottom of his stomach instantly once he’d processed her words. So it was true.
“I got over it so fast. I think he did too. The spark was gone so quick, you know, we just weren’t a match,” she continued, posing beside the nightstand as she grabbed her charged phone. “It was just so insignificant. I barely told anyone, so I was upset when everyone found out, I don’t know how they did. Maybe he told someone, I don’t know.”
So it was really true. He bit the bottom of his lips. He’d prepared himself for the worst answer and this wasn’t even the worst, but apparently it was still hard to take in.
“Do I know the guy?” He couldn’t even stop himself from blurting out the question.
She shifted her eyes from her phone to him. “You sure you want to know the truth?” His face appeared serious as he pondered. But when he didn’t answer after three seconds, she turned her attention back to her phone, typing in something quickly before setting her phone back on the nightstand.
Without any words, she got on the bed and shuffled closer to him. Locking her eyes with his, she straddled him and sat on his lap, and naturally, his hands found their way to her hips. As he wondered what she was doing, she leaned in and captured his lips with hers—and even in a confusing moment like this, the electricity he felt from the kiss was still so strong, almost overwhelming this time.
But then his stomach did an uneasy dip, when the disturbing thought came back. The thought that she’d probably done this with someone he knew.
“You think I won’t like the truth?” he asked as soon as she pulled away, searching for her face.
She stared at him in silence, carefully running her fingers through his hair, tilting her head slightly. “I don’t know. But I just don’t see the importance of you knowing the truth,” she shrugged. “Like I said, it was just a fling. I didn’t fall in love, I don’t think it was special or anything.”
He didn’t know whether the last bit she said was true, but even if it was a lie, he wanted to believe it.
He sighed as he ran his hands on her thighs. “I just hope it wasn’t one of my teammates…”
She smirked, dropping her hands to his shoulders before they quickly travelled to his bare chest. “Well, you know I’m quite… Selective. I’d only choose the best one, and I chose you.” She leaned in and pampered him with kisses along his jaw which earned her a little groan from him.
If what she’d just said was a lie, it would be the sweetest lie he’d heard and he also wanted to believe it.
He secured his strong arms around her, holding her tight, and buried his face on her shoulder for a moment, before he placed a kiss at the crook of her neck. “Thank God you chose the best one,” he mumbled as her giggles tickled his ear. He let out a long sigh. “But this one is special, innit? This one with me… Not just a fling?”
She pushed him gently by his shoulders and he leaned back again on the pillows. “You’re kidding me.” She got a sharp questioning look plastered all over her face. “Do you want this to be just a fling?”
He shook his head immediately, scared that he might have actually planted the idea in her mind that he didn’t want this to be serious. “No. Hell, no.”
“Good. ‘Cause I won’t let it be just a fling.” She stared at him. Upon her words, he felt relief washing over him as he caressed her waist with his thumbs. “Just because I did it doesn’t mean I’m doing it again with you. Aren’t we together because we both were looking for something serious?”
“Of course, of course we are.”
“Right. We are.” Her face faltered and his heart sank as he watched a frown start to appear; she dropped her gaze in the process. “This is why I didn’t want you to know about it. Yet. I’m afraid that you would change your mind.”
“What do you mean?”
She gave him half a shrug. “You might think I’m just a player, who likes to go around dating my colleagues.”
“Come on, I would never think like that.”
“Even now?”
He sighed as one of his hands travelled to her chin, slightly lifting it up so he could find her eyes again. “Even now,” he said, staring at her before his eyes shifted to her lips for a moment. “I’m sorry, okay? We don’t need to talk about it.”
“Okay.” She simply nodded and he mirrored the gesture. Without saying anything else, she leaned in for another kiss. And this time, with his heart pounding hard on his chest, he deepened the kiss.
But even after that talk, even after the best two hours that they’d spent out on the beach, after so many gazes from her that pretty much said “I’m in love with you”, after the heated and passionate moment that they had when they’d gotten back to their hotel room, he still couldn’t stop thinking about it.
That she’d done this before, that someone else had had her like he did before. He absolutely hated it. He kept wondering who had shared this—this connection, this intimacy, this passion—with her before.
She was now sleeping so peacefully beside him, a faint smile was graced upon her lips. He lied beside her, keeping a thin space between him and her, as he traced his gaze on her face, taking in her every beautiful feature. He could feel how hard his heart was pounding as he let the intense feeling wrapped around him—that he was in love with her.
But at the same time, his insecurity was eating him up.
Because somewhere in this beautiful land, she’d done all these things that they were doing, and what if it was more memorable than this one he tried to give her? What if, despite her saying that it wasn’t special, she compared him to that man she had a fling with? What if when she stared deep at him just an hour ago with her glimmering eyes as she laid on his chest saying “You’re the best thing that I’ve ever had”, someone from her past still crossed her mind?
He wished that it had only been him. But it simply couldn’t be true, so he figured that maybe he didn’t need the truth about everything—not about that colleague she had a fling with, not about any romances she’d had before. She should just keep saying all the sweet things she always told him; even though some of it could be lies, sweet lies, white lies, he’d take it. She didn’t need to be too honest and could just lie, lie again, until he believed that it had only been him to feel how wonderful it was to be kissed and touched by her.
Because he’d never fallen so hard like this, never wanted someone so much like this. He couldn’t even bear the thought of her being loved by someone else. So he’d just pretend that it had only been him to love and have her, because he knew that he could do it better than everybody else could.
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so, i have a love/hate relationship with this one. but this is the best i can do and i hope it’s not too bad for you!! tell me who you imagine this with~
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