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Champion’s League Nights — MM JF JB

AUTHOR: idk if this is going to suck or not

SUMMARY: a match that reunites old friends and more…

WARNINGS: smut, nsfw content, +18

PAIRINGS: joão félix x reader, mason mount x reader, jude bellingham x reader

“Hey, I didn’t know you were coming.” Mason smiled at you, brushing a hand through his hair. The match was about to start, half an hour to go. You smiled at him, explaining that Christian was the one to thank because he had driven you there. Mason had met you around four months ago, at Christian’s birthday party and you two immediately went along well. For external reasons— which to the American player were still unknown — you two decided to not take things to the next level. You both knew there was a lot of attraction and tension but you liked to dance on the thin border between friendship and relationship. After you started to come to London for work more often it was easier for you two to see each other more often. You had gone on a few dates, but nothing happened, not even a kiss. Mason was a true gentleman: always driving you home after, texting you in the morning to know if everything was alright, occasionally buying you presents because “they reminded him of you”. Some would have said you two should have dated but you enjoyed this for the moment and Mason, well Mason was fucked. He was completely and utterly whipped for you.

“See you later? Wish me good luck.” And with a wink he left. It was supposed to be a simple match. You didn’t know much about football, you were learning a bit more thanks to Mason. Not that Christian hadn’t tried to educate you on this but it was funnier to piss him off on purpose by ignoring him. So you didn’t know the names of every player present on the field.

“Fuck me…” was what you thought when midway through the game you began to take notice of the names on the back of the players— in your defense you had spent most of the time looking at Mason.

“And that’s a goal for João Félix, Chelsea number eleven!” You wished Christian had warned you about all of this. You and João were no strangers, yes you hadn’t heard from him for over two years but you couldn’t erase the two and a half years you had spent together back in 2019. Maybe if you had checked your Instagram more often you would have noticed the hundreds of posts the Portuguese had put on his profile, saying he was there on a loan. You looked at the brunette running around the pitch. He had grown a lot: he was probably taller, bigger and his hair was shorter. He looked more like a man and less like a kid. You had broken up on good terms, well if that was a possible thing when you broke up with someone. The reason? You couldn’t bear a long distance relationship. As much as you loved him it wasn’t working out, between your job in Germany and his in Spain things were too complicated. So you let go and moved on. It wasn’t easy, you could still remember the calls in the middle of the night and the tears. But it was all in the past. You shook your head, focusing back on the game. The time signaled that it was around the eightieth minute.

“Borussia Dortmund equalizes the score with number 22: Jude Bellingham!” If God really existed he was having a laugh at you. Your eyes moved around the pitch to see the tall Birmingham boy celebrate with his teammates. You had met Jude when you worked in Germany. Nothing happened at first, you had just come out of a long and important relationship and Jude was busy with his career. Not to mention he was actually younger than you, still of age but you were a bit thrown off by it. It wasn’t until his ninetieth birthday party that things changed drastically. You were brought back to reality when the speaker announced five more minutes of play time.

“And it’s a draw for Borussia Dortmund and Chelsea.” The match came to an end and you let out a sigh, looking at how the played a tie was the best result they could get. You waited a bit in your seat, knowing Christian always took the longest of time to shower and get dressed after a match. When you finally stood up and headed towards the changing rooms you started to see a few players coming out. There were also some family members and girlfriends or wives around, so you didn’t feel out of place.

“Y/n? Is that you?” You turned around, moving your eyes from the field to whoever was speaking to you. João stood in front of you, his bag on his shoulder and a shocked face on. You gulped and curved your lips into a smile. You hadn’t seen or heard each other in a while. You had left on good terms, if that was even a thing for ex’s.

“Hi João, great match. Congratulations on the goal.” You approached him, a bit awkwardly. The Portuguese smiled, thanking you. Out of all the places he imagined you to be at, this was definitely not one of them. He hadn’t seen you in so long, why were you there? He knew you had moved to Germany for work but why were you at the game?

“Why are you here? Are you with-” he was interrupted by the arrival of both Christian and Mason. You gulped, now this was going to be very embarrassing. The American boy pressed his lips together, stopping himself from laughing. Christian loved to make fun of you in awkward situations and you knew he was going to take the piss later but fortunately in that moment he could read the room and stop himself from making fun of you.

“Hey, I see you met our latest entry. He’s J-” Mason tried to introduce you two, his hand resting on your back. Mason could be very touchy-feely, you didn’t mind his hands on you but you could see João frowning at all this friendliness. Was there something he didn’t know of?

“Yes, I know y/n. She’s my ex.” The Portuguese didn’t even try to word it in a way that wouldn’t have made things awkward. Mason gulped, suddenly feeling at unease. His ex girlfriend? He really had no idea. You coughed, trying to cover up the embarrassment you were feeling. João looked between the two of you, wondering what was going on, what he had missed.

“Well… I’ll see you later, okay?” You interrupted the silence, sure you weren’t going to stay there with both of them. You escaped the situation before it could turn even more awkward. João and Mason watched you walk away, both of them still rather confused. João was the one to look away and glance at Mason. What did you have to do with his teammate? There was something about the way he stared at you walking away that didn’t sit right with him. Before either of them could speak again the rest of the team joined them and headed towards the exit.

“We are going. I’m not reversing the car and taking you back home. It will be fine.” Was what Christian kept saying to reassure you at least five times. After that little encounter you had with the two Chelsea boys the last thing you wanted was to attend a party where they were going to be at. You didn’t even know why they were celebrating, they hadn’t won the match but it was probably just an excuse to go out. What you didn’t know was that things were going to get messier the minute you stepped foot in the club.

“I must be daydreaming, aren’t I?” You heard from your shoulders as you talked to Christian. It didn’t take you much to recognize the Birmingham accent. You slowly turned around and met the tall and young Borussia Dortmund midfielder. Jude had a smirk displayed on his face, as if he was pleased to see you there.

“Jude. Nice to see you, how are you doing?” You greeted him. You hadn’t seen the brunette in months, hoping he’d forget about you or at least about how you had left things between you two.

“ ‘m alright. Better now that you’re here, I didn’t know you were coming to the match. How come?” His flirty comments didn’t go unnoticed by Christian who simply tried not to laugh at you and your bad luck. He thought you knew all of them were going to be there but obviously you hadn’t really watched a lot of football lately to know about them being at the same match. You didn’t mind talking to Jude, he was a nice guy, very flirtatious but still a gentleman. But in that moment, when Mason could walk in any minute it was risky. Especially because you knew Jude’s big mouth wouldn’t have spared you of a flirty comment and Mason would have been left confused.

“Christian invited me. Can’t say no to this pretty face, can I?” You giggled, looking briefly at your best friend who simply raised his brows and bit his bottom lip to prevent himself from laughing. Christian knew about this thing you used to have with Jude, it couldn’t even be described as something more than just a thing. You were bored, he was funny and gave you a lot of attention. What stopped you? Nothing. Jude nodded and gave Christian a small smile.

“I thought you moved back in Madrid.” He stated, sipping on his drink. You furrowed your brows, realizing only a second later that was the lie you had told him to get him off your back. You hadn’t been so nice to the Brummie player. You liked Jude. Just not like that.

“My plans canceled last minute. I like Germany better.” Lie. Such a big lie. Every person who had known you for more than ten minutes would have known no place could compare to your Spain. But Jude seemed to buy your lie. The english player offered to buy you a drink and you agreed, after how you had left things with him it was the least you could do. Christian watched you follow the brunette and lost you in the crowd, shaking his head and chuckling to himself. You were getting yourself in big troubles.

“So why did you leave me that night? Was it really that bad?” Jude couldn’t hold back anymore. He had to ask you this. It caught you off guard, you coughed in surprise as you sipped on your drink. He stared at you with an amused yet perplexed look on his face. You instantly went back to the memory of your last encounter with the Dortmund player…

“Your parents are going to get suspicious.” You giggled as the brunette closed the door behind you. He had drunk enough to feel slightly tipsy, but he was more horny than anything else. Jude had decided to celebrate his birthday plainly. No big party, no liters of alcohol, no club. Just his friends and family. And you. Jude acted like a thirteen year old whenever you were around. He liked you. A lot. You were just a couple years older, as much as you liked to mess around you felt the responsibility of not going too hard on him.

“I don’t care. Fuck, you got me so fucking hard, baby.” He whined leaning against the wall. You glanced down to his black jeans and noticed his bulge. A little giggle escaped your lips. You had never done anything physical with the Birmingham boy but you surely shared a fair amount of make out sessions. It wasn’t the first time he had gotten hard by you. Jude glared at you, because he didn’t find his condition funny.

“Want me to help, birthday boy?” Those were words he liked to hear. Jude didn’t even think about it twice, having waited for this moment for months. He simply nodded eagerly and waited for your next move. However, you had had an idea in your head, different from what he expected. You stepped closer, cupping his face, grazing your thumb against his cheeks.

“Get in front of the mirror, handsome.” You asked him and he complied. Jude was thrilled, was he finally going to live his dreams? Before he could lose himself in the track of thoughts, you rested your hands on his hips, staring at him through the mirror.

“Can I?” You asked pointing at the buttons of his black shirt. The brunette nodded and let you unbutton them. He licked his lips wet, almost scared you could hear his heart pound against your hands. But you could tell he was excited yet nervous. You could tell he always lost his breath whenever you were around. Or else you wouldn’t have been there. You wouldn’t have been at dinner with his family and friends. He was lucky you were good with parents, so his weren’t suspecting a single thing. When you had undone his shirt, you left it open to show off part of his chest and abs.

“Unzip your pants, birthday boy.” You stated firmly. Jude nodded, wasting no time in doing what you just asked him to. He left the zip open but didn’t move any further, waiting for your instructions. You smirked at him through the mirror, you could almost hear his own thoughts. His face spoke louder than anything else.

“Touch yourself for me, will you?” You sweetly asked him. Jude’s breath hitched in his throat as he took in your words. The brummie nodded again, like a lost puppy and lowered his gaze to his crotch. Slipping his hand past his boxers he took ahold of his cock and then looked back at you. You were standing behind him, hands moving around his torso, caressing his body without moving too low. It was torture.

“Shit-” he hissed as his hand began to move. He wished it was yours but he could get off to the image of you staring back at him. You wanted to consider this as your gift for him. A pretty good one. His chest rose and lowered quickly, his breathing getting uneven and shorter.

“I know you want me to touch you…” you stopped to look at his reaction: his eyes were silently begging you. This was all he ever wanted, well at least for the past two months. You chuckled, seeing him struggle to keep his composure, it was so entertaining to watch him lose it for you. In a certain way it boosted your ego.

“But I want to see what you do to yourself when you think of me… Let me watch.” You whispered next to his ear, looking at his Adam Apple bob and a grunt and swear word leave his plump lips. You would’ve felt bad about playing with him if Jude actually had feelings for you. But it was just his hormones speaking, he wanted to fuck you not marry you. So why not mess with him a bit more? Get under his skin? Give him a little taste before depriving him of anything? Of any touch, look, taste? It could be sadistic, but you could tell Jude enjoyed you playing with him.

“Fuck, y/n… Don’t look at me like that, baby.” He whined, hand picking up the pace as he briefly closed his eyes and swallowed hard. You giggled, depositing a kiss on his neck. He was struggling to hold back himself from cumming, he was that excited.

“Or what?” You teased. Your hand moved to rest on his stomach, caressing the skin. You could feel his abs tensing, you could see precum leaking from his cock. This was going to be fun.

“Or I’ll cum right now…” he shyly admitted, embarrassed. You giggled again, removing your hands from his body. You moved them to rest on his back, scratching it. You knew where his mind was going, his eyes were turning impossibly darker as his head wondered. The fuckboy facade had dropped so easily, you had to laugh at his submissiveness.

“No, keep going.” You demanded. He nodded, slowing down to stop himself from releasing too quickly. As time went by, you got more handsy but never even slightly thought of touching him where he wanted you to. He started to get loose, louder whimpers and praised leaving his mouth. He started to whine too.

“Please- let me… Fucking hell-” you gripped his arms, digging your nails in his skin, slowing him down. You briefly glanced at the clock: you had been gone for ten minutes, you had around five more minutes before anyone started to notice your mysterious and suspicious absence. You kept whispering words of encouragement in his ear, stopping him whenever he was close and spurring him on to continue whenever he was far away from his release. It was sick but he loved it.

“You know what? Maybe I should go back there, I’ll just tell your parents you are not feeling great…” you bit your bottom lip to hide a smirk. Jude visibly panicked, shaking his head as he saw you stepping aside to look at him. The tall and intimidating player was putty in your hands and you were taking advantage of that. He stared at you with his big brown eyes, begging you again. His hand was wrapped around him, your eyes falling to see the red tip leaking precum.

“Y/n, don’t- please don’t leave now… Fuck, please.” His dark and watery eyes stared at you in confusion. You almost gave in.

“What do you want?” You asked, leaning against the door and staring at him in the eyes. Jude gulped, licking his lips wet. He wanted so many things but didn’t want to risk his chances. He looked so lost, you adored the look in his eyes of pure adoration and submissiveness.

“I just- Just talk to me, like before, yea? Please…” he asked. You pondered your options: you could’ve left him there, make up a decent lie for his guests and not risk getting caught or you could’ve stayed, watched him crumble under your gaze. Jude was silently begging you. He was yet to meet a person like you, that had him eating in the palm of their hand. He was down bad.

“I’ll give you five minutes.” You said firmly. He nodded, picking up the pace of his hand. If he wanted this he needed to be quick. But Jude didn’t have such problem when the cause of his boner was standing right in front of him. You sat on the sink, watching him, every move and every face. He was close, you could tell. You took ahold of his hand and put his two digitals on your lips. A wicked smirk spreading on your face. You kissed the fingertips, playing with them. His mouth was left open when you took both of them in your mouth, past your lips.

“Fuck, shit- Can I… please can I cum?” He whined, his chest shaken by short breaths as he tried to wait for your answer. You smirked and nodded, watching as he groaned and came undone. Jude had never witnessed something so erotic and he found it embarrassing to think he had just come like this. The brunette gasped, pulling his fingers out of your mouth to clean himself up.

“This was- you’re something else, baby.” He mumbled still in a haze. You giggled and pecked his cheek, standing up from the sink. Jude looked at you through the mirror.

“I know, birthday boy…”

Jude couldn’t explain or begin to comprehend what happened afterwards. You disappeared, put up a wall and left him outside. Things weren’t that serious between you two and Jude was okay with it but suddenly, after his birthday, you started to distance yourself from him until he didn’t hear anymore from you. Months later there you were: so beautiful he could look at you the whole night. The smile on your lips was always the same, it had never changed. The look in your eyes was so mysterious and challenging, it pushed him to do more and more just to impress you. Jude couldn’t lie: he had had a crush on you and decided to settle for whatever you had going on. He had tried once to ask you out but you politely rejected him and he was too scared to lose you to cut off your ties. So he stuck around, let you in his life and when you left he was utterly confused and a bit disappointed.

“Of course not, Jude. I didn’t think it was right of me to keep leading you on.” You saw right through him, it didn’t need a genius to figure out the brunette liked you. Jude bit his bottom lip, smirking and nodding. He knew this wasn’t the complete truth and he wasn’t so sure he wanted to hear it all. He was over it, over you.

“There you are. Oh I see you’ve met Jude.” Mason appeared out of nowhere with awful timing as he handed you a cup of whatever he had put in. Jude looked away from you and at the Chelsea player. At first he was confused as to what Mason was doing but then as the conversation started he began to realize what was actually going on.

“Yea, I’ve met him a few times… Very nice lad, isn’t he?” You were playing with fire and Jude loved it. He loved the thrill of being around you. Your unpredictability was what kept him going and even though it was the reason you two had stopped seeing each other, after all this time it still turned him on. You were bold, you didn’t have any trouble sustaining their gazes. Sometimes it felt as if you were challenging him.

“Yes indeed. So how do you guys know each other?” Mason asked clueless. You glanced at Jude who hid his smirk behind his cup as he sipped on his drink. Mason knew you but he didn’t know you that well. You had avoided telling him about all your adventures with his fellow companions.

“I gave him a hand when he moved out to Germany.” The pun was intended and Jude knew it, although Mason didn’t quite catch it. It was a lie. You didn’t meet Jude under those circumstances, there had never been nothing platonic between you two. Well you pretended to have a platonic friendship, but Jude hung from your lips and everyone knew it. The brunette nodded, smiling. This was the y/n he knew, the one he liked. You were playing with fire as you talked to both of them for the following half an hour. You kept both boys on the edge, you could feel the tension. Mason wasn’t blind or stupid, he could see the way Jude looked at you. With hunger, desire, lust. Even if you hadn’t lied about the genuineness of your friendship, he was slightly concerned about the real intentions of the english player.

“I’m sorry I have to take this. See you later.” Jude felt his phone vibrating against his thigh and picked it up, leaving you two alone. You turned around to face the Chelsea player who had a weird smirk on his lips.

“He definitely wants to sleep with you.” He confessed and you giggled. Oh if only he knew… But there was no good in telling him the details.

“What if he does? Would it be a problem, Mount?” You asked, challenging him. His smirk grew wider as he took in your “threat”. He couldn’t quite decipher the look in your eyes, what it meant. But he liked your teasing and challenging. Mason wasn’t the type of guy to act all jealous, especially with a girl he wasn’t even dating— although things between you two were complicated. But he couldn’t lie to himself and say he appreciated the way Jude’s eyes laid on your figure.

“Would you let him?” He replied with a question. Your smirk widened and you debated whether or not tell him it wasn’t polite to reply to a question with another one, but the look on his face intrigued you. It didn’t take a genius to see that Mason considered you more than just a friend. Therefore, it was up to you to decide how you felt about him. The Chelsea midfielder stared at you, waiting for one of your usual comebacks.

“Who told you he hasn’t already?” You giggled and watched his reaction. Mason sometimes couldn’t tell whether you were messing with him or if you meant what you said. Either way he simply shook his head with a small smirk, hoping you were just trying to annoy him. Soon the topic was dropped, Christian and Kai joining you guys to take you on the dance floor. None of you were excellent dancers, but every chance you got was a good moment to tease Mason. It wasn’t until the third song that you began to feel his hands on you.

“Handsy, are we?” You joked, not able to see his face since he was standing right behind you. Mason smiled though, knowing that you were more than okay with it since your own hands guided his on your body. The English man rested his head next to yours, taking in your inebriating scent as you moved to the beat. Everything about you drove him wild: from your eyes to the way you danced, from your smile to the way you joked, from your body to the way you talked. Mason sometimes was scared you could hear how loud his heart beat whenever you were around him. But as you two danced together, bodies pressed against each other someone else was staring right at you two.

“Ex fling?” Jude asked the minute he saw João leaning against the wall, a drink in his hand as he stared at you. The Portuguese player took his eyes off you to identify who was speaking to him and once he noticed it was just Jude he forced himself to smile.

“Ex boyfriend. You?” He asked. It had been years since you two had broken up, nevertheless watching you dance with another man right in front of him wasn’t on the top of his wish list. Jude almost felt bad for thinking there was someone— João— who was having it worse than him.

“Ex fling. We saw each other during last summer but then she disappeared. Now I see why.” Jude explained, for some reason he didn’t feel embarrassed about it as he talked to João. Probably because they were in the same situation. The loan player nodded, listening to his words. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t moved on and hooked up with other girls, because he had. Yet there was something in the back of his mind that bothered him.

“We dated for two years, then she moved to Germany and broke up with me. It was years ago though.” He finished by taking a sip of his drink. He didn’t want to get wasted but maybe having a bit of alcohol in his system would have helped him get over this nonsense. Jude nodded in reply, for some reason it was the type of behavior he would expect from someone like you. With that being said, he still felt attracted to you. You still held your power over him, as if he was wrapped around your finger.

“Do you still love her?” Jude asked with no problem, taking the first sip from the beer he had just got. João was a bit startled at first, clearly not seeing it coming. Did he still love her? It was a fair question, the way he was acting was confusing. But were there still feelings?

“No… I mean, it’s the type of love you will always feel for someone you’ve been with for a long time but I am not in love with her anymore… She just has a way to get under your skin, you know?” He said, taking his eyes off you a few times to glance at Jude who nodded, completely understanding his point of view. You could be so good yet the minute you left them, you were pure torture. Jude struggled to keep his head busy as he watched you dance along with Mason.

“Yea… She got us wrapped around her finger, doesn’t she?” He chuckled. There was no use in denying it. They both knew the truth and honestly there were high chances you knew it too, but pretended not to. You rested your forehead against Mason’s as you swung you hips to the beat. Your legs began to hurt but you were having too much fun. Mason might not have not been the best dancer, but he wasn’t afraid to try things out— which to you was more attractive than anything else.

“Are you taking me back to your hotel room, Mount?” You asked at some point, lips against his ear as he held you close. Mason smirked, knowing you were trying to break him. But he knew this game and even if you always managed to win, he tried his best anyway.

“Would you let me?” He asked, his lips now inches away from yours. But you weren’t giving in. Of course you had thought about him under those circumstances but teasing was always the best part. Look at Jude: until he cracked and gave in everything was fun and games, then you got bored and disappeared. However, something within you told you it could be different with Mason.

“Depends… Would it be worth it?” You asked, your noses brushing against his each other. You had stopped dancing, just slowly swinging. Mason found your comebacks amusing, you were just trying to test him and he knew it.

“Come and find out yourself.” He firmly stated. He didn’t want to sound cocky nor insecure, therefore this was the best answer he could come up with. By the looks of it, it worked. You smiled and nodded. The sexual tension had been so high between the two of you, there was no reason in denying it or postponing the inevitable. Mason took your hands in his, walking away from the crowd and towards the exit. You quickly turned around to see if you could spot Christian but you met the eyes of the duo who had been staring at you the whole night. Someone else would have immediately looked away, felt embarrassed. But you didn’t. You simply smirked at them and have them a little wave before turning around and following Mason.

“Good luck for him… He’s going to need it.” João scoffed, finishing his drink and leaving it on the counter for the bartender to pick up. At least he wouldn’t have had the vision of you grinding against his teammate in front of him anymore.

“He’s going to need more than that, mate.”

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series:

invisible string by @invisiblestringmm

where one night fling with mason turned into something impactful. he is unaware that you have a daughter together,but fate has a plan for you. it’s one of the best pieces i’ve read here and while you read it,you cannot feel immersed with story.

just pretend by @gavisuntiedboot

this should be turned into a netflix show. while you wait for an update,you will definitely want to reread it.

worlds collide. by @blubffsd

so much drama. listen to the great war by taylor swift while reading.

juno! by @jesssssssssica

it’s gonna be impossible not to fall for jude after you read this. also very impossible not to check her other work😉

we’ll be allright by @footiehoemcfc

mason angst at it’s finest. very rereadble.

champion’s league’s nights by @yungbludz

there is no better crossover,even marvel doesn’t come close to this. my personal multiverse of madness.

sunshine becomes you by @oh-saints

never knew i needed grumpy martin x sunshine reader before i saw this.

to have and to heal by @yellowkitkieran

where martin navigates the ups and downs of parenthood all on his own, and he’s struggling. that’s not to mention football, life and... love? her other stories are also 10/10.

envolver by @pedriscroquettes

loved every single word here.

a mountain to climb by @mountttmase

you will go through every emotion with this one.

his girls by @pulisicsgirl

is there anything better than christian in general? yes and it’s dad!christian.

almost always by @greykitkepa

thank you for your service and spreading kepa propaganda by writing🫡

one shots/headcanons

can’t sleep (without you) by @julianalvarez9

leandro is the cutest sleep deprived thing and it’s safe to say she did him right with this one.

headcanons by @starsshoppin

i couldn’t choose just one,all of them are masterpieces. head of headcanons and probably one of the first accounts i followed here.

silent treatment by @masonspulisic

angst with mason by her never disappoints.

pretty face,pretty boyfriend too by @masonmtxo

jelaous mason>>

dating pablo gavi by @i9messi

exactly how i imagine dating him would be like.

the great war by @mounts89

as if this already wasn’t my fav song from midnights..

comforting words by @mqsi

if barca losing means we get masterpieces like this,we won after all.

red card by @pedrisbanana

i will never see the barca lockroom the same way.

mornings with you. by @luvgavii

prime example of “how is this her first imagine?”

mistletoe by @ktsfootballff

the twist at the end?? love love this and her work in general.

the 5 times he knew by @888bear

who doesn’t love good old childhood friends to lovers?

wherever you are by @swimmingismywholelife

so so beautiful.

headcanons by @minnlix

again,it was hard to choose just one because all of them are *chef’s kiss*

nsfw alphabet by @footballfeverr

mindblowing. that’s all i have to say.

insta au’s

needed some space by @ithinkimokeei

queen of insta au’s as far as i am concerned.

flashing lights by @gavislover

oh my god.

oh,baby! by @kepamount

pure entertainment.

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CAPTAIN KEPA YOU ARE SOMETHING SPECIAL

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?