grand gesture (mason mount)

you do a genius verified video for your new song which is about mason

warnings: fluff

You explained your frame of mind, where you were at the time when you wrote the song. It was pretty self explanatory, the subject influence. You were in love and were realizing just how much that person meant to you.

The influences you drew on for the track were different. Since it was a detour from your usual mid or high tempo stuff, you worked with new producers who helped you to become more comfortable with trusting your voice to carry a minimally produced track.

Verse one

That first night when you held me I couldn’t sleep

Thought your eyes were closed, but felt em on me

My heart in my throat, my tongue in my cheek

Couldn’t believe this wasn’t a reverie

“A lot of people actually thought I was talking about, you know.” You laughed. “But it’s really innocent. I was just talking about a very specific cuddle, the first one we had.”

You had only know Mason for two days at that point. While visiting one of your friends, she mentioned that one of hers was going to swing by. It was obviously not a problem for you, to be honest you weren’t expecting much.

When the door rang and she welcomed him in, you were glad that you’d done yourself up that morning. Mason wore that gorgeous grin of his as he introduced himself. His sweet yet woodsy scent engulfed you as he gave you hug, his stubble just grazing your cheek. 

Still, you really didn’t feel like thatabout him. He was chill, super funny, all around good vibes. Hours passed with you all sat in her kitchen just talking about anything. Mason even ordered takeaway for everyone. You ate it while watching a film. 

If anyone asked, you couldn’t tell them which one it was because you spent half the time looking at him. And he was looking at you too. Both of your gazes often met, with him pulling a funny face or you rolling your eyes at some corny dialogue. 

Before he left he said it was nice to meet you, hoping to see you again soon. That time came quicker than anticipated as your friend decided last minute the next day that she was going to have a small get together. 

Ben, who you’d seen her cozied up to on some of her stories, came over and finally got your seal of approval. Mason came with him, that grin of his in tow. You two were joined at the hip all night, drinking and dancing and laughing. 

So many hours had passed, you didn’t realize that it was well into the next morning when he was still there. I find myself not wanting to go, he murmured into your shoulder, his arms around you from behind. Stay then, you stated as if it were obvious. 

Your friend and Ben had passed out hours before in her room. You silently rifled through her drawer, knowing here she kept the oversized stuff she stole from her exes. Mason gladly accepted the comfy change of clothes, crawling into the guest bed with you. 

Your heart was doing all kinds of backflips as he slotted behind you, arms pulling you in close. You fit so perfectly, so naturally together. His lips grazed the soft skin of your neck and then paused. Is this okay? You nodded, shivers shooting down to your toes when you felt the kiss. 

Every minute that passed didn’t do so without awareness. You were comfortable with him, yet sleep evaded you. When you turned to look at him, he was looking back. In that moment you knew that something was building. 

Chorus 

Ask me for the world

And I’d give it to you

More than that, way more than that

I know you see 

What you mean to me

Anything, I’d give you anything

“When I fall, I fall so fucking hard.” You smiled. “I just want to give the person I love everything, and then some.”

The look on your friend’s face the following morning when you walked out into the kitchen with Mason was priceless. She couldn’t believe that after he left, placing a small kiss to your cheek, that nothing had happened. 

He was the perfect gentleman, you beamed. 

That much held true when he finally asked you out on a proper date. Mason went the whole nine yards. He picked you up, got you flowers, took you to a dinner that wasn’t too fancy where you could have a good chat. 

Your cheeks ached with how much he made you smile that night. And they continued to do so the more you got to know him. He was so bright, and just more amazing than anyone you’d ever met. There were so many things that you wanted to do with him, for him. He had your heart since the moment you first saw him. 

Verse two

Baby don’t cry

I hate to see you down

Don’t you know your smile is my favorite?

Just lean on my shoulder

In my arms, it can’t hurt ya

Love when I give you my hand and you take it

“No one likes to see the person they’re with in pain.” You sighed. “My boyfriend has a high stress job, and a lot of people, unqualified people, think they have a right to make shit comments about him. Don’t do that.” You pointed to the camera. “I’ll find you.”

Being with a footballer was so much different than any of the other relationships you’d had before. He was the first boyfriend you had that was in the spotlight like you. With that, you knew came a lot of hate, but you’d never seen anything like what he had to go through.

After bad matches and losses were the worst. Mason took his job seriously, loved his club to bits. Nobody hurt more than he did when he couldn’t help the team get a result. All of that was just made worse when he had a bunch of people wishing him harm and saying that he was overhyped. 

You didn’t know how to deal with it the first time it happened. He looked so sullen, his eyes downcast, mouth turned downwards. You asked him what he needed from you. 

Just…hold me? You pulled him into your arms, his head on your shoulder. You rubbed his back in soothing circles, humming some melodies you’d been working on. The tension slowly drifted from him, his body relaxing as you pulled the duvet over your bodies. 

Bridge 

Didn’t know how much you meant to me

Til I couldn’t breathe without you

Always felt like I was lost at sea

Took one look in your eyes and I knew…

“I was in a sort of doing my own thing stage when we met, I honestly didn’t think I would end up in a relationship for a long, long time. But then I met him and now I’m whipped.” You laughed loudly, a few crew members joining in. 

Trying to think back to a time before Mason felt nearly impossible. He took up so much of your mind, your heart. Every second of the day when you weren’t with him, you looked forward to finally seeing him again. 

How couldn’t you? He was everything you could’ve ever wanted in a partner. Just as you were there for him during his hard times, he was there for you. Mason made you cups of tea when you were stressed about deadlines and shows, cuddled you after long hours of practices. 

He made you feel like the luckiest person alive. When he would do the smallest things for you, like tell you how pretty you looked that day or send you messages through the day encouraging you.  

And when he made grand gestures. Inviting you over to meet his family and telling them how much he loved you in front of them, or scoring at the Bridge and running over to where you sat to blow you kisses. It all made opening your heart to him feel like the greatest return on risk there ever was. 

Outro

How much I love you

Wanna give it to you

How much I love you

I wanna give it to you…

“Admittedly that part is a little insinuative, but it’s a double edged thing. I was being cheeky and sweet.” You winked. 

There was no denying how much you loved Mason. You let him know every morning when you woke up to your favorite egg head as you called him affectionately. 

You wrote this song for him with every intention of releasing it so that the world knew just how much he meant to you too. It was your own grand gesture, though you weren’t sure it would get as many views as when he did your TikTok dance challenge as a goal celebration. 

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“Isn’t this too much for a party?” I ask Leah as we leave her house.

“You look perfect” she says. “Mason will be at your feet.”

“When will you realize that saying those things is having the opposite effect? The more you say it, the less I like him” I say, getting into the car that was waiting for us.

“Sure” she says behind me.

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When we arrive, the party is already packed with people, the music way too loud. And I don’t recognize anyone.

“Told you your look wasn’t too much” Leah says as a group of girls walk pass us, all of them dressed as if they were attending some music awards or something.

“Let’s go find something to drink” I say.

We are in a corner, looking at everyone trying to find a familiar face, when I see him. Ben Chilwell. Chilly. He walks in with a guy I’ve never seen before, wearing just a sweatshirt and some jeans, his hair free of the gel he loves so much. All girls turn to look at him, and he just smiles them. Damn, his smile is even better in person.

“You are drooling” Leah says.

“What?” I say, moving my hand to my face.

“It was a joke, you silly. But seriously, I don’t know why you like him so much.”

As I’m about to answer back, I see him looking at us, and I feel my heart skipping a bit.

“Leah, he’s coming” I say, nervously grabbing her arm.

“What are two Arsenal girls doing at a Chelsea party?” Chilly asks, arching an eyebrow. He knows who we are? Who I am?

“Mason invited us” Leah says. “Well, he invited her and she dragged me here.”

“He did?” Chilly asks me.

Fuck, he is talking to me. Me! I only manage to nod as an answer, not able to say a word.

“I saw you during the last national break. You seemed to get along pretty well.”

Did he just say that he saw me during the last nationa break? I know Mason was there too, but he paid attention to me. Oh… my God. And again, I just nod. God, I’m making a fool of myself.

“He doesn’t seem to have arrived yet, tho. Do you want to find somewhere to sit?” he says, offering me his hand.

“Ok” I say, managing to talk for the first time, praying that he can’t notice my hand shaking. I turn to look back at Leah, to see if she is coming with us, but she’s just giving me her usual murderous stare. Which means she disapproves and will definitely be mad with me at the end of the night.

Chilly takes me to a sofa next to a window, his arm casually resting on the back of it, his legs very close to mine. But before I have time to freak out about it, he starts talking about everything and anything, making me relax. After a while, we both are deep in conversation, laughing from time to time.

“Should we get another drink?” he asks.

“I’m fine.”

“Then wait for me here, I’m gonna get a refill” he says as gets up and disappears among the crowd.

When he comes back, he sits even closer than before, his arm around my shoulders, his fingers sometimes playing with my hair or touching my skin. When he talks, he does it very close, his lips constantly brushing against my ear, setting my skin on fire. If it wasn’t dark, people could definitely see that my face is the same color as the Arsenal shirt.

“Why don’t we go somewhere a bit more quiet?” he asks.

“Where?”

“Just follow me” he says, getting up and taking my hand. As we start walking among the other guests, I try to look for Leah, but I don’t see her. The one I see, tho, is Mason. He looks very serious, his eyes fixed on Chilly and I. The moment he realizes I’ve seen him, he looks the other way, acting as if someone has called his name.

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“You seem to know your way around the house” I say to Chilly when we make it upstairs.

“Puli and I like playing basketball together, and sometimes I spend the night here. And speaking of basketball,” he says, stopping in front of a door “you seem to be pretty good at it. Maybe we should play together one day.”

“Yeah, sure” I say.

He just smiles, opening the door and gesturing me to walk inside.

“This looks nice.”

“Here is where I usually stay” he says, closing the door. “It has the best views in the morning with the sun shining through.”

“Views to a garden” I say with a chuckle, looking outside the window.

“Sometimes they improve. Like right now” he says behind me, hugging me and kissing me on the neck, goosebumps all over my body. “You aren’t with Aaron, are you?” he asks while leaving kisses on my collarbone.

“With Aaron?” I ask, confused.

“I’ve seen you on his Instagram. You seem to get along pretty well, always posting about the other” he says, one of his hands moving to my leg and slowly going under my dress.

“We’ve been friends since we were kids, just that” I say, trying not to sound as normal as possible and not as if I’m freaking out because Ben fucking Chilwell is touching me everywhere. 

“Good” he says, moving both his hands to my waist and making me turn to face him. “He’s a big guy and I don’t want him to kill me when he finds out I’ve done this” he says before kissing me.

At first I don’t do anything, but when he kisses me again, this time with more passion, I let myself go, throwing my arms around his neck, kissing him back.

“Why don’t we get a bit more comfortable” he says after a bit, his lips still very close to mine. Again, I’ve lost the ability to talk, and I just nod, letting him walk me towards the bed. When the back of my knees touch it, he slowly pushes me down until he’s lying on top of me, kissing me again, his hands all over me.

“You can stop me whenever you want” he says to my ear.

“Ok” I whisper.

“Any time” he says, his right hand now under my dress, playing with the hem of my underwear. I stay silent, letting him know that he can keep going. He moves his fingers under the fabric, going down, my body tensing in anticipation.

“Fuck” I say when I feel him touching me.

“Do you want me to stop now?” he says, stopping to look me in the eyes.

“No. Not now.”

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“Finally!” Leah says when she sees me coming back to the party. “Can we go home now? I’m bored and everyone is too drunk.”

“Sure” I say, following her as she starts walking towards the door.

“I just called for a car. It’ll be here in 5 minutes.”

“Ok.”

“So…” she says, crossing her arms over his chest. “How was it? As good as you had dreamed it to be?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Oh, c´mon. I know you went upstairs with Chilly. And I know you didn’t spend all this time just talking about the weather.”

“We didn’t have sex if that’s what you are implying” I say, mimicking her pose. “Not really.”

“Oh, I see” she says, giving me a mischievous smile. “Tongue or fingers?”

“Leah!”

“He seems to be into fingers. Mason definitely into tongue.”

“Shit, Mason!” I say. “Is he still around? Have you seen him?”

“Now you remember he exists?”

“Ugh, he’s gonna be so pissed. I should go say something if he still is around. shouldn’t I?”

“He left not long after he saw you disappear with Chilly” Leah says. “And you are right, he didn’t seem very happy. So those fingers better have been worth it.”

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“It’s official. Mason is angry with me” I say to Aaron while out having a drink, enjoying the beautiful weather. “He texted me the day after the party, and since then, radio silence. No more texts to wish me luck before a game or likes on my posts. And it’s been a month.”

“He has his reasons to be angry, doesn’t he?”

“But I already apologized for not talking to him at the party.”

“That’s not the only thing he’s probably mad about. He invited you to a party, and you ignored him to go have sex with one of his best friends.”

“We didn’t…”

“You didn’t that day, I know” Aaron says, cutting me half way through my excuse. “But you have since then, haven’t you? And Chilly has probably shared that with him. Which sucks.”

It does suck. And it is very likely that Ben has told him. Since the day Mason give him my number, we’ve been going out a few times, most of our dates ending with the same question: your house or mine.

“Great” I say with a sigh, sinking on my chair. “So what do I do now? Should I text him? Ask him to talk? I don’t want to lose his friendship.”

“You can try.”

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“He took a whole day to reply. And since when getting another stupid tattoo is having a busy week?”

“He’s mad and hurt, and doesn’t want to see you. You should respect his choice” Leah says, adjusting her ponytail before we go out for today’s game warm-up.

“He’s behaving like a child” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

“You both are. And I don’t get why you worry so much about him. You have a boyfriend now, don’t you? The one you wanted. You should be happy, not worrying about Mason.”

“He’s not my boyfriend. And Mason is my friend. Or was. That’s why I’m worried.”

“If only you had listened to Aaron and I…” she says, getting up and joining the rest of the team.

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The game is a complete disaster. My head definitely wasn’t where it should be, and I miss all the chances I have, especially when the team needs me the most. That leads us to losing the game, Chelsea taking advantage of it and snatching the first position on the table from us. And we are playing against them next.

Half way through that week, I go out for dinner with Chilly, Jack and his girlfriend, who have come to visit from Manchester, someone spotting us and sending the photos to The Sun.

“At least you look cute” Leah says, scrolling through the article.

“That’s such a relief” I say, rolling my eyes.

“Is it too bad online?”

“My Instagram notifications were going crazy, I had to log off and let Eliza handle it. But before I did, it was bad, yeah. Someone was saying that two people dating don’t hug the way Ben and I do, and that he looked disgusted kissing me. It was a blurry photo taken at night, you couldn’t see a fucking thing!”

“And what does he say about it?”

“He doesn’t care. He told me to ignore it and move on. As if it was that easy.”

“What a supportive boyfriend he is, isn’t he?” Leah says, teasing me.

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“According to The Sun and everyone who has seen the photos, he is.”

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The game against Chelsea goes as bad as the previous one, and we lose 0-3 at home, my performance being, again, the worst. I dare to check my phone while waiting for Leah to leave the stadium, hoping that maybe Mason has sent me an encouraging message or something. But looks like he keeps ignoring me. He’s probably too busy with that American girl his fans were talking about and that was at his last game.

“Twat” I mutter as Leah approaches.

“Who?” she asks, opening the car.

“No one” I say, getting inside.

“You better stay away from all social media for a while, let Eliza and your team handle it. People are gonna definitely go after you because of Chilly.”

“I know” I say, letting out a big sigh, checking my phone again to log off of Instagram. “What the fuck.”

“What?”

“Die you Chelsea whore. This is what happens when you sleep with the enemy. I hope Chilwell’s dick tastes good. Fuck you, whore. And those are just the comments that popped in the notifications right now, there are many more.”

“Idiots” Leah says, definitely getting mad. “Have they forgotten everything you’ve done for this team and club?”

“Well, I guess it’s time for a social media detox” I say as I delete twitter and Instagram from my phone.

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I’m making myself some dinner when my phone pings. A new message. A new message from Mason. Mason!

My hands were shaking as I typed that. Why? Why am I so nervous?

He isn’t mad anymore. He wants to talk.

“Yes!” I say, doing a stupid dance. But then I smell something. Something burning. “Shit!”

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The following weeks go much better. We win our league games while Chelsea misses some points, which means that we are on the lead again. I’m playing a lot better, and even though I don’t get to score, I feel like I am helping the team again. We’ve also played our first quarter-final Champions game against Real Madrid, a 0-0 in Spain, the second leg happening today.

And like Mason said, I do score on that game, my goal being the one allowing us to make it to the semi-finals.

Who:Mason Mount x Original Female Character
Words:1629
Disclaimer:I do not know Mason Mount or anyone else mentioned in these writings.
Note:So the first chapter was just mainly an introduction, this chapter is nearly double of the previous chapter and I hope you all like it.

July 31st, 2017. Arnhem, Netherlands

The weather was quite chilly for a day in the middle of the summer. Not that it was a strange occurance in the Netherlands. It was one of the things I disliked the most about living in this country. I am someone who preferred the sun and the warmth. Unfortunately that was not going to happen anytime soon.

Despite the dreary weather, I knew that I would have to enjoy the summer as much as possible before it was over and before I would start on my last year of education. Just one more year and then it was time to find work. Something I just didn’t want to think about just yet. I actually liked my school years until now.

The voice of my friend next to me pulled me out of my thoughts.

“Iris? This is like the third time you blanked on me, what’s going on in that head of yours?” Marie asked and I quickly blinked, a guilty expression on my face. “I’m sorry Mar. What were you saying again?”

The blonde sighed - clearly exaggarating, the smile on her lips giving that away as well as she looked at me  over the edge of her sunglasses, bright blue eyes looking into my own hazel ones. “I was asking if you were up for going out for a drink this afternoon, after I finished work. It shouldn’t be a long day and they say that the weather will only get better by the end of the day. Pretty please?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. It was an ever returning question from Marie whenever the weather was nice in the city. “Fine, we are going out for a drink, but we are going to bring our own drinks and we are going to the park,” I encountered. Marie squinted her eyes for a moment, but then nodded. “Deal. I’ll ask Frances, Yvette and Sanne as well to see if they want to come.”

Even now I could already tell that the park was going to be packed. The park in the middle of the city was one of the most beautiful places in Arnhem, at least in my opinion. Whenever the sun was shining, it was busy. The slight slope in the grass made it a perfect place for sunbathing but also to have some barbecues in the summer. It was as if a big part of the city made its way into the park and my friends and I were definitely no exception.

The morning at our secondary school was one that finished pretty quickly. Marie and I were busy with our second year, with two more years to follow after this. After that university would probably follow if we were to choose for that, but so far I have not been interested in that. It meant more years at school while I knew what I wanted the most; I wanted to do something physical. I wanted to mean something for people, I wanted to travel. I did not want to get back in the school benches once more when I was done with this level of education.

So while Marie left to get to her job, I went back home. A home where a young brother had been bouncing around the house for some time now because our local football team Vitesse had been having a good pre-season so far and new names had been signed. With the Johan Cruijff Shield coming up at the start of the season, the football vibe was big in our house, with my brother bouncing off the walls. I liked football too but I had to admit that I didn’t like our own competition much. That’s what you get when you get hooked on the Premier League. The pace and level of that league was so much higher than our Eredivisie so who can really blame me, right? So where Sam - my younger brother - had a yellow and black obsession, I had a red one. A Liverpool shaped one.

The moment I walked into the house, it was clear that my mum was pissed off. “Sam de Jong, how many times do I have to tell you that you don’t get to kick that ball around inside.” The sight of shattered pieces on the floor that had previously been a longdrink glass came into my view as I walked into the living room.

“I’m sorry mum! I was trying to score the winning goal.” I couldn’t help but laugh at the words of my ten year old brother. As soon as I saw the look on my mother’s face, I bit my lower lip to stop myself from laughing.

“I just came by to let you know I’ll be at the park for the afternoon and also probably for dinner,” I quickly said, before leaving the room again so I could get upstairs, not wanting to witness the disaster that Sam was about to face.

It was only a short visit at home. While I freshened up after school - and listened to my mother yell at Sam while making him clean up the mess that he had made, I quickly looked through some messages on my phone where the other girls already showed that they had bought drinks and food already for the park.

Once I got the message from Marie that she was on her way to the park, I left the house as well. The park was only a short walk from my house but because I was known as the lazy one of my friends (and it was probably true as well), I picked the bike as my form of transport to the sunny greenery in the centre of the city. It didn’t take long for me to find my friends, who had perched themselves on a large blanket in the grass. Many people had thought the same thing as we did. Other little groups had formed on the grass, some guys were kicking a football around while yelling at each other. In English. Which wasn’t that rare here in Arnhem.

As I reached my friends, I just heard the last bit of a sentence Francis had said. “- is pretty cute.” I rolled my eyes at the words, Francis was probably one of the biggest guy crazy people I had met but I loved her for it. I followed her gaze and found the footballing guys on the end of it. Oh, and Francis had a preference for athletes.

“Of course you have found the cutest guy in the entire park already,” Marie said as she waved at me, holding out a glass with some fizzy drink in it. I looked over my shoulder and had to agree with Francis, however. The brown haired young man standing closest to us was not bad on the eyes. They were probably around the same age as us.

It was always good to spend free afternoons in the sun with my friends. For a moment there was not a worry in the world - although my mother would counter that at my age I did not have any worries. Laughing seemed to be the best remedy against long boring school days. I tried my best to zoom back into the story that Marie was telling. “So my brothers were in the backyard, mum kept yelling at them to grey inside for dinner, that they had to stop fooling around. They didn’t listen at all, continued playing rugby and next moment, the ball went through the window. Mum was livid.” I shook my head, a laugh escaping me as I thought back at the scene between my own brother and mother. 

“Your brothers aren’t the only ones good at breaking glass. Sam wanted to score the winning goal for the Johan Cruijff Shield and thought it was a good idea to do that inside. I walked in on -”

Before I could finish my sentence, this time I was interrupted by a sudden football hitting in the middle of our picnic cloth and knocking glasses over, the ball ending in my lap. I was too surprised to jump up like some of the other girls were doing. 

“I’m so sorry ladies, my friend over there did a terrible job controlling the ball.” A male voice spoke up in a British accent. It had to be one of the guys who had been kicking the ball around just a few meters away from us. A look up confirmed that it was the cute brown haired one who had come over to collect the ball in my lap. From up close he was even closer. Dark eyes matched his hair and a smile was on his lips, a shy one at that. He was our age, maybe just a bit older but when he smiled he had crinkles next to his eyes. It was Marie who found her voice back as the first one, of course she was. 

“You can definitely say that. He should learn how to play football.” The guy standing with us left out a chuckle, even though I did not understand why it was so funny what Marie had said. 

“I’ll let my friend Mitchell know.” His gaze moved in my direction, since I had the ball. “I really am sorry…” he trailed off, not knowing which name to add to the end of the sentence. A very smooth way to ask for my name although I didn’t even realise it. I scrambled onto my feet finally with the ball in my hands. “It’s Iris. Here’s your ball back.” I held out the ball to him, his fingertips brushing mine for just a second as he took it from me. 

“Thank you Iris. I’m Mason.”

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Like The Old Days - Chapter One - Mason Mount

Who:Mason Mount x Original Female Character

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May 5th, 2021. London, United Kingdom.

It was crazy to realize how I had gotten here. Crazy was probably the perfect word for it because if you had told me that I would be standing on the side of the pitch in a crazy Stamford Bridge after Chelsea had won their semi-final… I would’ve laughed at you. At that moment I would’ve told you that there’s no way I would study to become a reporter. A sportsreporter to be exact.

After my vocational school, I had decided to continue studying after all while I had been so vocal about not wanting to do so anymore. But I wanted to combine the thing I liked most - writing - with my passion which was sports. Simply because one person had been there to support me in that decision. He had told me to follow my dreams and work hard for it. So the best journalism education was my next destination, but to get there I was going to have to make it through my vocational school first.

I graduated two years later at the age of twenty at the vocational school but it had been pretty tricky, simply because of the fact that in those two years the person who had been the biggest rock in my life had to move away and the long distance relationship thing was not for me at all. I needed to have him close to me and that was definitely not happening.

I continued my higher education in journalism and now near the end of my second year and at the beginning of my internship abroad for a sports channel in London. And that was how I had ended up on the side of the pitch of Stamford Bridge. It had been a strange occurance because I knew very well that there was a chance to bump into familiar faces here. A place where I had never been before, but still a place with a lot of history in my past.

My focus had been terrible throughout the last minutes of the game, knowing very well that due to the goal I was definitely going to be facing my past. He didn’t even know that I had gotten into this internship since we lost contact a few years ago.

“Iris, focus. Where the hell are you with your mind? The whistle went off a few minutes ago.”

My hazel eyes focused on the man standing next to me. Luke was an interesting guy. He was a very direct one, which I appreciated. It was something I needed, probably a Dutch thing since apparently everyone knew I was one due to my own directness. But at the same time… He has this stare where you just didn’t know what he was going to say. A stare that made me uncomfortable and one that I was facing right now.

“I’m sorry, I was just thinking how I never thought I would end up here. Not important.” I quickly added the two words at the sight of Luke’s raised eyebrows.

“Well, think about that later. Tuchel is gonna be here soon. I hope to get interviews with Werner and Mount as well, maybe Zidane as well.”

And there was his name… I simply nodded in agreement, grasping my phone better so I could use it to record Luke doing his interview so I could learn from it later.

“I’m going to be doing the talking but after the interviews I want to hear from you what the differences are between doing an actual interview and doing the practice ones at the office.”

I nodded once more, not saying a word since Thomas Tuchel was indeed walking in our direction for the first interview of the night. My focus was on the two men in front of me, taking in everything that Luke was asking the coach. The way Tuchel sometimes seemed to be annoyed, probably because he was asked the same question over and over again by reporters. If I had learned something by now, it was that asking original questions when you were the third or fourth reporter in a row was terribly hard. You needed the quotes of the answers on your own documentation but at the same time you didn’t want to be asking the same questions.

It was the moment that Luke had gotten the last answer from Tuchel and he was preparing to walk away, that I pressed the stop button of the video I had made. Before I could look at the result of the interview, a voice made me turn into stone it seemed. And it had only taken two sentences to cause it.

“Iris? Is that you?”

Luke turned around at the mention of my name by someone who wasn’t him. No one else here knew my name. The man raised an eyebrow at me and I quickly shook my head before turning to face him.

“Mason.”

I’m just stunned people… How on earth did that thing on Jack Grealish get over 100 notes in just two days. Thank you all so much for reading and liking it, it means more to me than you all think <3

Anyways, I wanted to update you all a little on how I’ll be updating this blog. The weekdays will be used for a one-shot or blurb a day. The Saturday will be used to post a chapter of a story I’m writing, so tomorrow the first chapter of my Mason Mount story will be posted. Once a month I’m gonna post on Saturday night a theme for a blurb day / request day and then on the Sundays I’m gonna start posting those as much as possible!

Blurb day / request day will start in August and I hope you all will like it :D

Guess who found back her old writing from like ten years ago? THIS GIRL. So lemme tell you, I’m gonna start rewriting it - change a LOT knowing me, probably with different players as well. So be prepared for quite some writing people!

So writing these first few days made me remember about why I liked it all so much. Thank you all for being so receptive and please sent in some requests because that makes me even happier.

Everything I’m writing will be added to my AO3 page as well!