don’t take me for granted-mason mount
pairing: mason mount x reader
summary: “but every time i leaned over and said i’m sorry you said it was fine. you squeezed my hand and said it’s fine. i love you. don’t worry... it’s fine.”
warnings: angst with a twist at the end
word count: 1,2 k
life is good.cause we fucking did it. it couldn’t have gone better.
you looked beautiful tonight.the entire night, while i was talking to all these smiling,sweet,rich people who one month ago wouldn’t give me the time of day... i would look across the room and see you. and i’d think, god,she is the most beautiful fucking creature on planet earth.and the sexiest. there’s truly no one sexier. even christian said it.
speech he gave after being voted as the best at fifa awards left you…speechless.you had no intention of talking to him so you just looked at him confused.
he recognized your “what is that supposed to mean” look because let’s face it,he knew you like the back of his hand.
not in a bad way. a good way. a respectful way. but it’s true. every time i’d see you... he continued to talk while kissing the back of your neck,with your glass of old fashioned,smiling and chatting it up,i’d think to myself:
“god, am i fucking lucky.”
nobody in their right mind would have energy to start an argument after a long night of pretending to be interested in people you’ve never seen before. thankfully,there were few familiar faces who made this night bearable. however,some of them turned it into the worst night ever. including him. you didn’t want to raise any suspicion so you dryly smiled at him.
what was that?
what?
that smile?
what?
it was a fake smile. i thought you are going to be a little bit more excited for me. don’t think your behavior went unnoticed. it seemed like you were not yourself tonight, especially around my mum. what’s wrong?
point is… i don’t have nothing to say to her. which is the reason i didn’t talk to her.
it’s just... she notices.
really?
yes.
how do you know?
i just do.
really?
well she sees how you are with other people... you’re talkative, you’re funny.
what can i say, i’m personable.
right. which makes her insecure.
what? other human beings with personalities?
no. it’s the fact that you’re not yourself and she knows it. can you just tell me what happened?
tust me. it’s not a good idea. let’s talk tomorrow.
but i know you’re upset at me.
it’s not a big deal.
i can’t go to sleep knowing you’re angry.
i’m begging you. nothing productive is going to be said tonight.
how do you know?
because i know you.
you turn and walk down the hall toward to bedroom,already regretting you said anything because he is not gonna let it go now.
as you were taking off your jewelry,you look at him in the mirror,realizing this is gonna be a long night. truthfully,you didn’t have one of those in a while- at least not this sort of long night.
really... you wanna go there? it’s your speech, mason.
why do you have to find something... anything...the most minor fucking detail to harp on, to fucking ensure that there is no possible fucking reason to celebrate.
you didn’t thank me, mason. that’s not a minor fucking detail. that’s a big one.
oh give me a fucking break. when i said you’ll find the most minor fucking detail and turn it ugly... i fucking meant it.
but i’ve thanked you a million times before. you know i’m thankful. you know I’m appreciative. and you know it was a mistake, so why turn it into anything more?
because it is more.
you can’t be serious.
i’m dead serious.
then you’re out of your mind.
and you’re hyperbolic.
i’m not. it’s hysterical to think that forgetting to thank you is symbolic of anything other than me legitimately forgetting to fucking thank you.
you looked at him in the mirror and turned to him:
mason,you thanked a hundred fucking people. you thanked your agents. your teammates. your parents. your fucking third grade teacher and the kid who was playing with you at academy when you were eleven years old and saw whatever-the-fuck.
i didn’t thank the guy who saw me scoring a free-kick identical to one i scored in 2020?
you know what i mean -
you don’t have to be sarcastic and petty about it. i forgot to thank you.i am sorry. i am genuinely sorry.which is why i apologized a hundred times during the awards. i couldn’t even focus on the awards because i felt so guilty.
that’s a shame.
but every time i leaned over and said i’m sorry you said it was fine. you squeezed my hand and said “it’s fine. i love you. don’t worry... it’s fine.”
well mason,i changed my mind.it’s not fine.
how can you just change your mind?
honestly... it’s really fucking easy.
that doesn’t seem a little crazy to you?
not at all.
really?
nope.
why?
because while i was sitting through awards it was fine,then every single person from your dad to declan came up and said, “i know you’re probably a little upset he forgot to thank you but i know how much he counts on you.”
they said that?
they told me not to read into it.
what does that mean?
that’s funny you say that... that’s the exact same thought i had. but let’s not digress. because as the night went on, i became less fine with it.
before you could continue why you weren’t fine with it,he asked you to sit next him. even though this was probably your worst fight ever,you missed being close to him and how could you refuse?
because it’s not just about you forgetting to thank me. it’s about how you see me and how you view my contribution, not just to this relationship, but to your work. after listening to you complain about new coaches,new methods,waking up in the middle of night when you were crying about not being good enough and not wanting to leave your childhood club,supporting you when you wanted to quit football completely…
i really hope you don’t actually think that i don’t appreciate everything you did for me. for us. if it wasn’t for you,i wouldn’t be here where i am right now. i would still be mediocre. there is a reason why they say that after every great man is a great woman. you are the most loving and patient person i know. thank you for everything, i don’t know how will i ever make it up to you,but i’ll do everything in my power to make you the happiest woman in world every day until we die. i’m so sorry. thank you. thank you for loving me. for making my life anything but mediocre. we make the best team and i love you,baby.
i love you too,just don’t take me for granted.
great... are we no longer fighting?
you look at him and smile and then it turns into a laugh.
what? don’t tell me you already know what i wanted to ask you. he smiled for first time since you came home and but it felt like forever since you last seen his contagious smile- one of many things that made you fall in love with him.
you shrugged your shoulders, completely oblivious on what is he talking about until you saw him getting on one knee.
will you marry me?
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holy hell it's actually happening
chelsea players (especially joão) are 100% masters at foreplay.. where is the finishing product tho?
i curse this guy everyday for ruining our beautiful football club 💔
note: i have no clue about spanish & catalan and i know that pablo's english is not the best but this is a fic, so let's act like his english is good ;) kinda short but i hope you'll enjoy this one xx
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p.s: pardon me if there is any mistake, i'll edit this asap 😊 thank you for reading xx
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TW: it's just sad :(
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A/N: this is part 1 of a multi part mini-series!!! each part will be inspired by a song, so this one is inspired by "The Moment I Knew (Taylor's Version)". i highly suggest listening to it as you read :)
"Surprise!" Dozens of voices shouted at you as you entered your apartment. You were taken aback for a brief moment before realizing what was going on. Your best friend Nicole, as well as a few other friends and family members, had gotten together to throw you a surprise birthday party.
"Happy birthday, sweet girl!" A large smile formed on your mother’s face as she hugged you tightly.
“My little girl is growing up so fast” Your dad pretended to wipe tears from his face before he brought you into his embrace for a hug.
"You always say that, dad!" You said. Your eyes darted around the room, looking for someone in particular. The party had been a surprise for you, but surely they hadn't forgotten to invite your boyfriend, right?
You were suddenly pushed toward the large table that Nicole had set up in your living room for everyone to sit at. You were pushed downward into your seat, guests beginning to talk and make their way to the table. Nicole sat on your left, and the seat to your right was empty. You quickly took notice of that.
"Hey, Nicole?" You asked your friend, leaning towards her.
"Where’s Mason?" Nicole thought about the guest list in her head.
"I invited him. He said he would be here” You nodded at her answer, choosing to focus on the room full of the people you held closest to your heart.
That seemed nearly impossible though. As the night went on, and as much as you tried to enjoy your time with your friends, you couldn’t get your mind off of Mason. You had imagined this moment in your head. You pictured him walking through your door with a large bouquet in his arms. He would immediately drop the bouquet and you would run into his arms, hugging him fiercely.
However, you were brought back to reality when you saw the front door crack open. Excitement filled you for a brief moment until it fully opened to reveal two of Mason's closest friends, Christian & Ben. You forced a smile as you made your way over to the boys to greet them.
You adored the two men, but you couldn't lie to yourself and say you weren't slightly disappointed. How is it that your boyfriend's friends arrived to your party before your own boyfriend did?
You gave each boy a hug before pulling away and starting conversation with the pair.
"Where's Mason at?" Christian asked you mid-conversation.
"Uhh… I actually don't know" You tried to answer before you excused yourself and ran off to the bathroom.
Ben and Christian's faces were filled with concern as you practically ran from them. They followed you to ensure you were okay, stopping when they saw you sitting in the corner of an empty room, knees to your chest as tears started to fall down your cheeks.
“Are you okay?” Ben asked as he and Christian bent down to sit next to you.
“Mason’s never going to show up” You whispered as you looked up.
"He told me he would be here, okay?" Ben said, placing a supportive hand on your shoulder.
"He'll be here any minute. He probably got caught up with something" Christian threw you a soft smile. You nodded, wiping away a tear that had sprung loose. Maybe you were just rushing to a conclusion. Ben & Chris helped you up and you told them to go have fun.
Once they turned and walked away, you pushed open the bathroom door. When you were finally alone, the floodgates opened, and the tears seemed never-ending. They fell down your face in waves, ruining your mascara and red lipstick. You couldn't shake the thought that he wouldn't show up out of your head.
The emotions you felt throughout the night may not have all been good ones, but they all stemmed from love for the same man. No matter how hard you tried to focus on the positive, that he still had time to show up, it didn't matter if he was ever going to show up or not. It still hurt that he had disappointed you like that.
You fixed your makeup and exited the bathroom. As you made your way back to your table, you were met with Nicole.
"We're going to cut the cake" She smiled as she grabbed your hand and dragged you to your seat.
"Could we wait for Mason?" You asked quietly, slowly looking at Nicole for confirmation, but she frowned.
"It's getting late, and some of us have to leave soon" You nodded your head in understanding. As much fun as this party was, you were drained and wanted nothing more than to be in bed. Granted, you wanted to be in your boyfriend's arms, but by the looks of things, you wouldn't be having that.
You quickly checked your phone as Nicole went to grab the cake. You had tons of messages from friends & family that couldn't attend your party, but no texts or calls from him. Moments later, Nicole brought the cake into the room and placed it in front of you . Your mother placed two large candles in the white icing before grabbing a lighter and lighting the candles.
When the entire room started to sing happy birthday, you felt like it was going in slow motion. All you wanted to do was go to your bed and not leave, but instead, you pushed those feelings aside and blew out the candles.
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It was past midnight by now, and everyone else had left. You dragged yourself to take a hot shower, hoping it would help you in some way. Afterward, you laid on your bed, scrolling aimlessly through Tiktok in attempt to take your mind off of the fact that Mason didn't show up to your birthday party. In fact, he still hadn't even called. He always seemed to be working; he never had time for you anymore.
The first few months of your relationship had been pure bliss. You both traveled together, trying different restaurants and exploring different cities whenever he had to go to another city for an away match. Now you couldn't even go with him like you used to. He always had to do press and additional training since he was still fresh off an injury. The only time you got to see or hear from him was when he called, or the sparse days he didn't have training, a match or any football-related interview.
But tonight's catastrophe took the cake. You were convinced that the other guests had noticed your boyfriend's absence, wondering why he wasn't here on your birthday. You couldn't even properly enjoy the evening, seeing as you were too busy wondering when and if he would show.
Just as you were about to call it a night and drift off to sleep, your phone rang. You examined the caller ID notification at the top of your screen, reading his name as any anger inside of you cooled when you accepted the phone call.
"Y/N!" He said. On the other end of the line, he sounded out of breath.
"I'm so sorry I couldn't make it tonight. I wanted to be there, but…" Before he could say any more, you interrupted him.
"Don't" You tried to ignore the hurt in your voice as you spoke.
"Y/n please-"
"It's been a long night, Mason. I'm really drained and I just really want to go to sleep" Your voice sounded broken.
"Oh okay. Well, I'll call you tomorrow. Maybe we can go out or something. Goodnight, Y/n"
"Good-" Was all you could manage to utter before he ended the call. He didn't bother telling you that he loved you. In fact, he hadn't uttered anything of significance throughout the entire duration of your phone call.
Your shoulders slumped as you dropped the phone onto your bed, crying softly into the pillow as you drifted off to sleep, dreading your planned phone call for the next morning.
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