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mbappesupremacy · 2 years

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insecurities | mason mount

pairing - mason x reader

word count - 1k

warnings - none

author's note - this might be shit, idk.

"can we talk?"

that is the dreadful question you're met with as soon as your boyfriend comes back from his morning jog.

and he's aware that it's probably way too early for this conversation, but he needs to be with the team in a few hours and he just can't leave without telling you what's been heavy on his mind lately.

"um, yeah," you mutter in response. and your voice is so quiet that if mason wasn't solely focused on you, he probably wouldn't have heard you. "yes, we can talk."

"okay," mason returns softly, "i'll see you downstairs then."

watching him leave the guest bedroom you found yourself sleeping in these past few days, you slowly untangle yourself from the sheets before pulling your jumper sleeves over your hands, struggling to ignore the loud thumps inside your chest.

and you drag in a shaky breath in a poor attempt to compose yourself as you slide your feet into your slippers before padding across the tiled floor, making your way downstairs.

your movements are hesitant and awkward as you join the midfielder at the dining table, a silence - unforgiving and dreadful - immediately filling the morning air around you.

mason takes you in as you sit in front of him. you hadn't been looking at him properly, no. you'd been fidgeting, playing with the loose string on the sleeve of your jumper — looking more nervous and shyer than usual.

honestly, he wasn't sure what to do when it came to you. lately, especially. you'd been shutting him out, drifting farther away from him each passing day, and his heart was starting to ache.

"what's wrong?" he starts quietly.

"huh?"

"you've been distant, what's wrong?"

"nothing's wrong, mason. what are you talking about?" your voice is so still. it isn't shaking or raspy or anything at all. it's just so quiet, and still.

"you haven't gotten close to me in days, y/n. like, we live in the same house but i feel like i barely see you anymore." his brows furrow together, his weary eyes remaining on you. "what did i do?"

"i–" you falter, your heart sinking at the look in mason's eyes. and you hate yourself for making him believe that he's at fault, when in reality it's just your insecurities that are making you act the way you are. stupid little things that have been invading your mind constantly lately.

"mason, you didn't do anything wrong. i promise."

"so then what is it? what's bothering you?"

you shake your head, a less than convincing smile on your face. "i promise it's nothing. school's just been exhausting, s'all."

the expression on your boyfriend's face gives you the definite conclusion that he doesn't believe you. he knows you're lying to his face.

and you don't even mean to, really. you see, growing up you were always made to feel like your feelings were invalid, so you learned to keep them in.

you never wanted to be a burden to anyone, which is why you didn't speak much on how you truly felt. you learned to handle things on your own, locking yourself in the bathroom on heavy days and crying to yourself without bothering mason.

"don't give me that." mason replies earnestly, "i'm sitting here now asking what's wrong because i care and i want to figure out how to fix it. meet me halfway. talk to me." he mutters, hands limply falling to his lap as he stares at you desperately.

glancing at him for a brief moment, you quickly look away again. hesitant. unsure.

your mouth opens, and closes, and you swallow your words. "i'm fine, it's nothing–" but then you cut yourself off at the disappointed look on mason's face.

you can tell he's tired of the same old 'i'm just stressed about school' excuse, and honestly, you're also tired of using it.

dragging in a breath, your shoulders loosen, your eyes dropping. "w-well um, i know this is gonna sound stupid but," you swallow the lump in your throat, "i'm insecure about the girls in your phone, even though i'm aware that it's strictly business or friendship..."

the silence is loud and unsettling as mason takes in your words, and you regret even speaking up when you see him pull out his phone from his pocket before gently sliding it across the table to you.

your eyes instantly widen as you immediately feel bad. "n-no mason, i trust you. i was just–"

"baby, please." a quiet sigh falls from mason's lips, "the password is your birthday. day, month, year."

and as you hesitantly grab the phone, typing in the password, you can't help but feel like you're invading your boyfriend's privacy.

going to his messages, you view his chats with the girls you were iffy about, and you let out a breath you weren't even aware you'd been holding when you see no hint of any flirting or infidelity.

"is that alright with you?" mason asks as you slide the phone back to him. "anyone you want me to get rid of can go now, just let me know."

you shake your head no, biting the inside of your cheek as your gaze falls to your slightly trembling hands. "look mason, i'm sorry. you've reassured me countless times, i know. i swear i don't mean to feel this way, i don't mean to doubt you. it's just–"

"hey hey," mason coos, reaching over to grab your hands in his. "it's okay."

honestly, he really understands. he understands that it's nowhere near easy for you to be with somebody like him. he's aware that his fans don't make life particularly easy for you with how they constantly call you 'unpretty' and how they're always so vocal about how they wish he was dating someone else instead, even going as far as making fanpages and edits of him with other women.

he hated that you had to go through that, and he really wished things were more simple.

"i love you," he places a finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him. "more than anything. that's why i'm with you, it's because i love you and only you. please don't ever doubt that."

#mason mount #mason mount blurb #mason mount x reader #mason mount one shot #mason mount angst

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masonscig · 1 year

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AAAAH can I just say I am so soft that you remembered me and zuri🥺

I completely get why Sofia would feel pressured to say yes, it's a loaded question. Especially with her feelings about her mortality (which I'd love to hear about btw if you're down to share👀👀).

Zuri ends up saying that she's curious when she's asked about the blood drinking. She's always been a big supernatural fangirl so her answer would usually be a yes lol, but she's worried that she's only valuable to people now (ub, the chamber, rebecca - especially rebecca) because of her blood. After the brief conversation with her LI (i still have her romancing everyone💀) about her blood and them being tempted by it, she isn't keen on the possibility of having those thoughts confirmed.

Also, re: the chamber. How did Sofia feel about them before and after meeting them? And how does she feel about not being a detective anymore?

Which just sooo...uuuuaaah. I feel like it's WAY too soon for that, I don't don't have words to express how bummed I was when I read that. Especially since the detective can't say no. They've only had that title for a couple of months. I get that they're so involved that it makes sense for them to eventually be a full on agent, but in the 3rd book of a 7 book series? With the detective barely getting a chance to think about it?🧍🏽‍♀️

YES OF COURSE !!!! <333 oh my gosh there are so many wayhaven oc's that just float around in my brain – even if i'm not active, i'll think about them sometimes and be like "hmm i wonder if (insert mutual) is working on something (insert oc) related right now :)" i love zuri !!!!!!!

ok this is probably gonna be long so i'm preemptively putting the rest under the cut

AH !!!! i love mortality talk hehe okay so i've written this in fic form before more fleshed out than this but here's a tl;dr version <3 so sofía's whole thing is that she struggles letting go of who she thought she was going to be and reconciling with what her life is – she's always wondering what her life could've been if she'd done a, b, or c. and with mason, it's the first time she's really able to let go, because there aren't any expectations – except for turning. sofía knows if she chose to turn, it wouldn't be her choice. she'd be turning for mason. and a huge part of her character is the fact that she's taking her own agency back by not turning – truthfully, i still don't know if she ever will! if she made the decision it'd be in old age (okay time to laugh about mis/hka's whole 'de-aging' thing, because she's afraid of being 40 years old i guess) TY FOR ASKING I LOVE TALKING AB THIS STUFF

also ZURI !!!!!! i just want to hug her and tell her she's worth more than her blood UGH also all of ub needs to give her a smooch and tell her everything is okay </3 she's precious 2 me !!!!!! i really hope that by the time that we get blood drinking in canon, she's more comfortable with it <333 she deserves a lil bitey bite KFMKDKMDF

OOF THE CHAMBER.......... so many thoughts. so so so many. none of them good honestly LMAO so i think sofía was nervous/scared to meet them at first, because although she's able to woo over most people with her trademark friendly/genuine approach – the whole thing just made her very uneasy. afterwards, she felt even worse – a lot of her discomfort comes from her feeling like overall she has a lack of agency in any situation relating to her job, and meeting an even more authoritative, what-we-say-always-goes-no-matter-what group that's expecting her to kneel at their feet and blindly serve them, is fucking with her mind. she was accepting of the existence of supernaturals in book 1, but truthfully, the more she learns, the more i think internally she's starting to freak out.

also! i think that she's deeply upset about not being a detective – not because she ever wanted to be a cop in the first place, but because for years, she's held onto the idea that this year is the year she'll go to med school. "i can leave this job at anytime. this is just temporary." but the more that she gets sucked into the supernatural world, the more she's having to divorce herself from the version of herself that she's always wanted to be. (she wants to be a person who helps people, even though she already is, but she never thinks what she's doing is enough)

SORRY FOR THE DUMP ABOVE DKMFMKDFMKD i just love talking about her so much ugh im sorry

ALSO YES TO THE LAST PARAGRAPH !!! dude. it's SOOOOO soon. and i know from the stuff mis/hka has said, i highly doubt that this is a setup for something later – like even the idea that mc joins the agency and is immediately terrible at the position for narrative purposes – or even the idea of mc being forced to join for surveillance purposes – i just don't trust her with those types of complexities

#TY FOR THE ASK <33333 MWAH this was so fun to read and respond to !!!#im sorry i took so long i wanted to wait until i was settled and ready to type out a thoughtful response #but also !!! i love zuri !!! she is so great !!! idk how you feel about me going through your oc tag but –#i think i will have to scroll through your zuri tag to get more content of our girl <333 #i can't stop thinking about this book and all the discussions its posed but like. how i don't think any of these –#ideas are going to come back in the end ?? so much of this book throws shit out the window #maybe its a set up for book 4 but... i dont know if i trust that #asks #twc book 3 #twc book 3 spoilers #twc spoilers #oc: sofía olmos #<- i'm tagging my girl bc i talk about her quite a bit in this ask <333

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mountswhore · 3 years

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angst request : "was i not good enough for you". you find out by masons friends that he cheated on you and he also had a history of ill-committed relationships

𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 — mason mount

summary: you hadn't felt so welcome into mason's friend group, and now you knew why: they felt bad for you.

notes: this is short because i don't like writing mean mason :(

You'd met Mason at a Chelsea game. You were the lucky fan in the front row to strike a conversation with him, and before the day was done, he'd asked for your number. You'd gotten to talking, enjoying spending time together, a few dates ending in a few kisses. Things were going well for the pair of you. Up until last week.

"I want you to meet my friends."

It was a sentence you were over the moon to hear, Mason felt like you were worthy enough of meeting his friends. He'd arranged for a barbecue, inviting some friends over, as well as you. You were nervous to say the least. You had only met Chilly once, and that was just a brief 'hello' as he walked through the tunnels.

Today you'd get to properly meet them, hoping they liked you enough. And Mason seemed just as excited. As you had gotten to his that morning, he was raving about how gorgeous you looked and how excited he was to introduce you to his bestest friends. This man made you feel like an Angel, and you felt weightless every moment you were with him. Your smile hadn't left your face when his friends had arrived, all rushing over to greet the girl sat by the barbecue with a drink in her hand.

"Hey, I'm Y/N." You spoke, but that's not what they heard.

"Hey, I'm the next girl on Mason's to-do list, I'll be here for the next month." That's what they actually heard. Ben's heart broke at the sight of you. You were pretty, bubbly, you seemed so sweet and innocent, but you'd fallen for Mason's wicked game, like every girl had. He knew how this game played out, and he didn't want to see it happen to you.

He still spoke to you, made conversation with you, hoped you didn't see him as a bad person once you inevitably got screwed over. It was torture having to hear you ramble on about your hobbies and interests, because he could only imagine how you felt when this was over. Everyone knew this would end soon, apart from you.

When the day was done, and Mason was bringing in all of the empty plates and bottles, you stayed seated by the grill. You felt uncomfortable. Even after his friends left, you felt so out of place. They hated you, you could see that. You'd had exes in the past, who's friends loved you and still kept in contact. You knew when someone liked you, and these men you'd spoken to for the past few hours didn't seem that way. They all gave you a look, sharing the same look with each other, only talking and huddling when you'd disappear. It was like you'd been stabbed in the heart repeatedly.

That night, in bed with Mason, you'd brought up your worries with him. Your head against his chest, Mason scrolling on his phone as you tried to sleep. "I think your friends hate me."

"What makes you say that?" Mason laughed, taken aback by your statement and putting his phone down.

"The whole day, they've been giving me weird looks. As if they know something I don't." You explained, a downcast tone in your voice. Mason held you tight to his chest, hands sliding slowly down your back.

"They were telling me how lovely you were in the groupchat," Mason pointed out, "so I think they might have just been nervous. I'm still nervous around you, you're a stunning girl."

"Thanks, Mase."

Three months in, you couldn't be happier. You and Mason were going so well, you'd met his family and he met yours. You'd still have date nights whenever possible, the man devoted all of his spare time to you. It was safe to say you were falling, you were just too scared to admit it just yet.

"Babe," you heard from the bathroom, Mason trailing out as he fiddled with the drawstrings on his sweatpants, "the boys invited me out tonight, is it okay if I go?" You were in bed, midway through a book and unable to take your eyes from it.

"Sure," you replied, you trusted him and you didn't mind him going out with a few friends, you trusted them too, "I'll probably be asleep by the time you get home, so I'll see you tomorrow."

"You're the best." Mason cooed, leaning over the bed to give you a quick kiss before getting ready.

You had no idea what was about to happen. You had no idea of the events that would occur this evening. You'd finished one more chapter, cooked some dinner, and headed to bed. Meanwhile, Mason was out drinking with some friends and necking on with another girl, glued to her side for the remainder of the night.

When you'd woken up the next morning, you were confused. Mason's side of the bed was empty. You held your hand over his side of the mattress, and it was cold, like he hadn't even slept on it. Grabbing your phone, you had no texts or calls from him. It was strange. You wandered around his large house, trying to find your boyfriend, but it seemed as if he hadn't come back last night.

"Mase?" You asked into your phone, after he'd picked up on the second call. You heard some shuffling, and a small groan on his end. You were now on the couch, in one of his hoodies, watching some TV.

"Yeah, baby," he spoke, his voice hoarse from the lack of sleep he'd gotten, "I'll be home soon, I stayed at Chilly's last night because I was too drunk."

"It's okay," you smiled into the phone, knowing tired Mason meant cuddly Mason, you could barely wait for him to return, "I can't wait for you to get home." Mason chuckled at your giddy voice, but his heart was beating ten to the dozen after leaving this girl's house.

"I'm heading home now, see you soon." He spoke, quickly ending the call. He was hoping you wouldn't smell the other girl on him, hoping you couldn't see what he got up to last night in his eyes, he was hoping you were none the wiser. He regretted it, sure, but what you don't know won't hurt you.

You were waiting at home when you heard someone knock on the door. Thinking it might have been the post man, you quickly wrapped a blanket around you and ran to open it. But it was Ben. He was the one who gave you these weird looks, that spoke to you like a lost child. You didn't have much patience for him, only putting a smile on when you were around him and Mason.

"I need to talk to you," Ben spoke hastily, inviting himself in and sitting on the couch, "I don't have much time, I need to tell you this before Mason gets here."

"I thought Mason was at yours?" Now you were definitely confused.

"No," Ben sighed, hand on your knee. This man was the weirdest you'd come across, "Mason spent all of last night with another girl. That's where he is right now. He lied to you."

At first, your heart felt like it was beating outside your chest, but then you began to think about it. Why should you trust Ben, the weirdo who gives you nothing but creepy looks? This man made you feel so unwelcome from the moment you met.

"Why should I trust you?"

"It's happened before." Ben confessed, sighing deeply. He was ratting out his friend, but you deserved to know the truth, even if it hurt you, "you're not the first girl he's cheated on, he goes through them in months. I don't want you to be hurt by this."

Why would he lie about something like this? It was clear he was being honest with you, his eyes trained onto yours as he spoke. Your heart was truly breaking in front of Ben, so much so, you couldn't keep it in. He caught you as you leaned forward, weeping into his lap and wanting the ground to swallow you up.

Mason made you feel like nothing short of royalty. And he'd done this. Not only that, but you had to hear it from his best friend. "He's completely fucked me over."

"I know," Ben whispered, comforting you as you wept, "I'm so sorry, Y/N, you're such a nice girl and I don't want you to be hurt by him and his dick-ish way with girls."

You looked up at Ben, and he could see the exhaustion in your eyes, despite waking up less than an hour ago. You wanted to be done with all of this, having gone through it with your exes one too many times before. "Thank you for telling me," you whimpered, Ben wiping the tears from your cheeks, "I guess you're not so bad after all."

"Huh?"

He had no idea you felt that way about him, so you quickly sat up and corrected yourself. "I always wondered why you gave me such weird looks and spoke to me like a lost child, I still wonder now."

Ben stood up, picking his phone and keys up from the coffee table and giving you another sympathetic look. "Because I felt bad for you."

It wasn't him long until Mason had walked through the front door, immediately approaching you on the couch to give you some affection. Making up for sleeping with another girl, no doubt. You remembered what Ben said before he left, that you had a place at his until you found yourself a place, you just had to promise you'd end things with Mason.

You looked at Mason, hoping to remember the good things about him. The memories of him picking you up on a late night, just because he wanted to see you. The memories of your dates, your kisses, the funny things he used to do and say. You hoped one day you'd forget he was a cheater, and maybe you could be friends.

"What's up, doll?" He asked, the pet name stinging you now, as it used to give your butterflies.

You couldn't even look at him, hiding you face in embarrassment. For these past few months, Ben and his friends had looked at you with pity, not because they didn't like you. They felt bad for you.

Mason grabbed your hands, forcing you to look at him. He wasn't violent, just desperate. Did you know what he got up to last night? If so, how?

"Was I not good enough for you?"

The question knocked the wind from his chest, as he leaned back on the couch. His head in his hands, he couldn't bare to look at you. You were just another girl on his to-do list, and soon enough you'd be replaced with another girl. Who would fall to the same fate as you did.

"I'm sorry," Mason sighed, regret coursing his veins now, "I'm really, truly sorry."

"I don't think you are. Judging by what I've been told, this is a monthly occurrence for you." You stated, scoffing as you stood up from the couch. The feeling of being in his house made you sick, you needed to leave. "I'm leaving."

"Wait, Y/N, please," he whimpered, reaching out for your wrist, but you shook out of his grip, a grimace on your face, "please, stay. I want to make this work. You're different."

You were different. He was just stuck in his routine now, and hurt you in the process. The girl he really, really liked. You had brought out a different side of him, he found himself with sore cheeks from laughing all day, and helplessly falling for you. You were enough for him, more than enough, but you weren't enough to break him out of his cycle. Maybe if he gave it more time, he'd realise just how good you were for him.

It was too late to beg for you to stay, as you were now in his driveway with some bags, getting into Ben's car. It was too late to get you back, he'd hurt you and now he had to deal with the consequences himself.

#mason mount x reader #mason mount smut #mason mount imagine #mason mount blurb #mason mount #mase #money mase #mason mount one shot #mason mount request

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ksqwildwest · 2 years

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(Eyy, welcome back to the blog mate!!) For the prompt list, maybe 46 or 25?? You can do whatever one you feel more like writing.

Thanks for the ask! It's good to be back!

Good night kiss

I've had a terrible day at work so just kiss me

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Karl flopped onto his bed face first with a tired sigh. The day had been a long one. Between getting up before the sun due to a bad dream to Crops getting out and causing trouble, his day had been tiring. He just wanted to sink into bed and sleep. Unfortunately, he had drunk some coffee shortly after Crops had gotten out, to keep him going until he caught the cannibal. The coffee had worked, but now it was working too well.

"Karl?"

Mason and Jack poked their heads into the room. John had told them that Karl had went up to "go to bed" before midnight. That was worrying. Karl going to bed before the sun had fully set was a sure sign of either the end of days or that he had a bad day.

"Mm, hey," Karl crooked dryly, "Is it mornin' already?"

Mason smiled as he sat on the end of the bed, "Nah, it's not even past midnight yet. You feelin' alright?"

"Not really," Karl answered honestly as he gently grabbed Mason's sleeve and pulled him down to cuddle, "Long day, that's all."

Jack joined into the cuddle pile on the other side of the bed, "Sounds like you should be snoozen' right about now, mi amor." He gave Karl a quick peck on the cheek.

"I really want to do that," Karl sighed heavily, "but I had coffee earlier."

"You wan' us to stay with you until you fall asleep?" Mason asked as he wrapped his arms around Karl and gave a soft kiss to his nose.

"Hmm," Karl hummed contently, "s'nds good."

The three cuddled while Jack and Mason took turns telling him about their own days. From Connors brief attempts to drunkenly fight a cactus to having to catch Jack's run away horse again.

Karl's soft snores could be heard in a lull of the conversation. Light kisses were pressed against his head.

"Good 'ight, Karl. Good 'ight, Jack."

"Good night, mis dos amores."

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Mis dos amores = my two loves

It's short, but honestly, that's what these are supposed to be, short and sweet. If I don't answer your writing request right away, it's never because I delete them, I just haven't gotten to them yet. This ask was from that brief period where I first tried to get back into running this blog again, but got swamped with life stuff. It was a long wait, but here it is.

#tftsmp #tftsmp wild west #tales from the smp #karl jacobs #short #karlnapity #jack kenoff #tftsmp mason

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infernwetrust · 3 years

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f**k, i luv my friends [Fem Reader x Michael Langdon x Jim Mason x AHS 1984]

BRIEF INTRO: This takes place in alternate universe, combining Cody’s characters Michael, Jim, Duncan (supporting), and Xavier. The 1984 gang is included as well. The Michael for this series is a cross between Sojourn and F&R.

Summary: You and your best friends gather around the beach for some fun. The beginning of this series.

Warnings: A WHOLE LOTTA CUTE SHIT.

WC: 3.0k

A/N: Holy fucking shit I’m so excited to share this massive series I’m working on with you guys. I don’t know what to call it yet so for now under my master list it’ll be called “THE BESTFRIENDS UNIVERSE”. This was inspired by the artist renforshort and her song “f**k, i luv my friends”. There will be PLENTY of smut, angst, fluff, and MORE across this series. I am so unbelievably excited. If you would like to be in my tag list for this series please let me know! My ask box is open, so if you have any ideas or requests for this series, please, please, please ASK ME. There is no plot to this, therefore there are no limitations. Thank you so much for reading! -Juno

You smiled as you took a sip of the drink your boyfriend, Michael had made you. As you sat in the sand between his legs, him laid out on his beach towel, arms behind his head, eyes closed as he breathed in the ocean air. Your smile grew even wider as you scanned the rest of the beach, spotting the rest of your friend group. There was Xavier and his girlfriend Montana, who stood barely in the water, arms wrapped around each other as they kissed slowly under the sunset. Then there was Jim and his girlfriend Brooke who lay on their surfboards lazily, letting the waves carry them away, being careful not to get too far away. And then Chet and Ray, each with a bottle of Jack in their hand, taking sips as they took selfies and laugh at what you were sure were their usual stupid jokes.

You curled your toes as you took another sip, loving the feeling of the sand between them. How did you get this lucky to have this many people in your life that loved you and you loved them too? What had started as a small friendship with Montana, turned into something so huge. She introduced you to her boyfriend, Xavier, who then introduced you to the rest of their group, including Brooke's boyfriend, Jim. All of you met in freshman year of college and have been friends since. Michael was the last to enter the picture, but how everything changed when he did.

While you had finally found a stable friend group that you quickly grew to love, you were longing for something a little bit more. And that's when Michael came in and swept you away. He had come in as a transfer student from another college, sophomore year, and what a coincidence that you had him in all of classes first semester. He was a face you saw regularly around campus and you couldn't help but be drawn to his quiet nature. Slowly you began talking to him and you noticed how timid and reserved he was. He didn't really go out of his way to speak to anyone, besides when you would speak to him. He would give half smiles, and either one word or half sentences.

Soon you began walking with him to all your classes, the two of you never leaving each other's side. You'd help him with his homework for a class he didn't understand all too well and in return he would do the same. Lunch and dinner together became a regular thing. Your friends noticed your interest, often glancing at the two of you from another table afar, giving smiles and making stupid faces. When it came down to exams, you two met up every night 2 weeks prior, in the library, studying diligently, learning from each other's notes. He opened up to you rather quickly after that and when you were sure that he was comfortable enough you introduced him to everyone else, who immediately took a liking to the blonde boy with the soft, but vibrant blue eyes.

It was the small and subtle acts between the both of you, that drew you closer together. When you could sense that Michael was getting overwhelmed in a social setting, your hand found it's way into his, giving him a reassuring smile before the conversation continued. Or how when he spoke to you, you tuned everyone else out in the room to let him know that it was about him and no one else. It was you rubbing his back when he got frustrated, throwing his textbooks to the floor because he simply did not understand or when he would get into a spat with his older brother, Duncan over the phone.

It was him, picking up your favorite snack and coffee from the grand cafe before your 8AM. It was him, walking you back to your residence hall in the middle of the night to ensure that you made it safely. It was the way his blonde hair moved with the wind, the endless laughter, the stressful nights. Before you knew it, you had fallen in love with Michael. 9 months of an unbreakable bond.

You still remember the first time he kissed you. Both of you stood drunkenly in the middle of a frat party, not really wanting to be surrounded by the crowd of sweaty bodies and other screaming young adults. You screamed in Montana's ear over the loud music that you and Michael were going to step outside for some fresh air. She drunkenly gave you a thumbs up, not be able to remove her lips from Xavier's who roughly grabbed at her ass, pulling her closer into him. You finally felt like you could breathe once the cool air hit your skin.

As you stared out into the distance, you couldn't help but feel like a set of eyes were burning into your skin. When you turned your head, you met Michael's gaze and before you could even ask him what was wrong his lips were on yours. He quickly pulled back, shocked by what he did and he moved his lips to say sorry, but you grabbed him by his shirt, pulling him back towards you. A fire danced inside the both of you as he wrapped his arms around you, you doing the same. You could feel yourself melting away at his touch, his soft lips against yours, the occasional brushing of noses. For the first time, this was a kiss that felt right. You felt safe in his hands and knew you wanted to be his.

"Y/N!" Xavier called out to you, immediately snapping you out of your thoughts. The air had gotten a little bit cooler, which you welcomed. You looked over in his direction. He motioned the action taking a picture with a camera, and bringing his fingers to his lips like he was smoking. This signaled to you that he wanted you to come over with your Polaroid camera and that he going to light another joint. You enthusiastically gave him a double thumbs up, letting him know that you'd be over there soon.

You turned around to look behind you, down at Michael who looked so peaceful as he became one with the beach. His mouth hung open slightly and you knew that he was falling asleep, which caused you to giggle, moving a strand of his hair behind his ear.

"Hey..." you said softly, running your hands down his chest, watching as his eyes quickly fluttered open in a daze. He groaned sleepily, a smile forming on his face when he looked into your eyes. He grabbed onto your hands, holding them in place and running his thumbs along them. "Don't tell me that you're falling asleep already. Our night hasn't even really begun."

"I was resting my eyes." he said, chuckling a little bit at his obvious lie.

"You can do that for the rest of the night when we get back. Xavier wants to take pictures."

"Why is he so obsessed with taking pictures?" Michael questioned, propping himself up on his elbows as you rose to your feet, dusting the excess sand off you. He couldn't help but bite his lip as your bikini top fit you perfectly, combined with the booty shorts you wore that was snug to your figure. He ran his hand through his messy hair, sighing.

"We're making memories Michael." you answered. "I don't want to hear anything when you literally have all the Polaroid pictures I took of us and everyone else scattered around your dorm room and on your car dashboard. You love taking pictures as much as he does. You're just feeling lazy."

"You enjoy reading me to filth, don't you?"

"Only sometimes." You walked over to your belongings, grabbing your camera and your tripod. Michael soon got up, also dusting the sand off of himself, shaking his hair in the process before following you down to where everyone else was.

"We were hoping you two would join us soon." Montana said, smiling at you and Michael. She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug that you gladly returned.

"Well don't you look more alive than ever, Mike." Xavier said to his friend. "Enjoy your nap? I mean we've been here for like what, an hour?"

"Fuck you, Xavier." Michael said, shoving him playfully in his shoulder earning a smirk from him. "It could have been a longer nap. It should have been."

"You don't want to miss out on this do you?" Xavier questioned, waving the joint in front of Michael's face. "It's your favorite strain, wedding cake."

"I suppose you have a valid claim." Michael answered, reaching for the joint, but couldn't grab it because someone else did.

"Don't mind if I do." Jim said, grabbing the joint out of Xavier's hand, immediately putting it between his lips and lightning it.

"Eager are we?" you asked Jim as you set the camera up, earning a smile from him as he stuck his tongue out at you, walking back over to Brooke who now stood only a few feet away, conversing with Chet and Ray.

"That's why I rolled two." Xavier said, taking another one from behind his ear and handing it to Michael. "Too many of us for just one, right?"

"More like Jim will inhale half of it before passing it to anyone else." Montana chimed in, rolling her eyes as she rested her elbow on Michael's shoulder, letting the smell of the freshly lit joint consume her.

"That sounds more like it." Michael said as he exhaled, passing it to Xavier.

"I strive to be a stoner like him though." she continued. "Detached from reality for most of the day, but still functional? That sounds like heaven."

"No it sounds like Jim's tolerance is through the roof." you said, to which Xavier nodded in agreement.

"He's been smoking since he was like 12. I'm jealous." Xavier said, handing the joint off to Montana who took a few hits before passing it to you. As you inhaled, you felt your body relax tremendously. A few more hits and the joint was back in Michael's hand.

"Okay everyone!" you yelled, getting everyone's attention. "Camera is all good to go!" You took a couple pictures of Montana and Xavier, your heart too warm at their various poses. He would wrap his arms around her from behind or she would climb on his back, wrapping her arms around his chest. A couple of off guards of the two were taken as well. You told them to act natural, just to converse with each other as you snapped pictures. Pictures of you and Michael followed. He made sure to always make a statement in the pictures that he took with you. He stood behind you, a hand wrapped gently around your throat as he snapped your head back to make you look at him, blissful smiles on both of your faces.

"Hey!" he yelled towards Jim who had his phone in his hand, taking Snapchats of everyone and posting them to his story. "Take a picture of Y/N and I like this. I want to post it to my Instagram." Jim gladly did as Michael asked, immediately sending the photo to him after so that he would have it to post later. The next picture was simple. You and Michael stood next to each other, his arm wrapped around your shoulder and yours wrapped around his waist, the both of you giving a soft smile. The final picture was of him holding you in his arms, legs wrapped around his waist as you pressed your lips against his, the both of you smiling in the kiss.

Jim and Brooke were wild and spontaneous and you loved it. Taking pictures of them were by far your favorite. Brooke held Jim in a headlock, a wild smile across his face and gripped onto her arm as you took the picture. Then she got on his shoulders, Jim holding her securely in place as her hands laid in his hair. Their last picture was of them, backs to the camera as they held hands, staring off into the sunset. You quickly turned the tripod around, taking an off guard of everyone who sat to the side around the fire. Xavier held the joint in his hand, mid sentence in conversation with Chet. Ray, Montana, and Michael were laughing their asses off at God knows what. All the emotions you were feeling inside, you swear you could cry at the sight. You fucking LOVED your friends.

You gathered all the boys up for their group photo. Xavier stood next to Jim, arm around his shoulder, hand slightly over his chest. Next to Jim was Ray, with a tooth pick in his mouth as he leaned into Jim's shoulder, his arms crossed over his chest. Michael stood next to Ray, his hand place on Ray's head as if he were holding a basketball, his other arm wrapped around Chet's shoulder, hand perfectly displaying a middle finger in the middle of Chet's chest.

"God, I fucking love y'all." Brooke said as she stood behind you, watching you take the picture.

"They're cute, aren't they?" you asked, putting on your best focused face as you snapped the picture. You told them to hold their pose as you snapped a couple more, wanting everyone to have a copy of that picture.

"Too cute for their own good." Montana said. "A bunch of shit heads."

"Our shit heads." you said. "Okay guys! Just two more. One of us girls and then all of us together and then we can figure out plans for dinner!" You bit your lip, holding hands with Brooke and Montana as the 3 of you stepped in front of the camera. Montana stood in the middle of you and Brooke, throwing her arms tightly around your shoulders, bringing the two of you closer to her. She stuck her tongue out for the photo, while you held up a peace sign with your hand, a wide, closed eyed smile on your face. Brooke held onto Montana's arm, her own wide, but opened eyed smiled, forming across her face. You can tell that Michael had taken a few extras for everyone else, consider how many time the cameras flashed behind your closed eyes.

Finally, the moment you, and you're sure everyone else was waiting for. The big, family, photo. Xavier and Chet took the ends. And in this order everyone stood: Xavier, Montana, You, Michael, Brooke, Jim, Ray, and Chet. You set the timer on the camera, all 9 of you trying to come up with different poses quickly for the camera. Your favorite one as you went through them had to be the one where you and Michael sat in the sand in front of Brooke and Jim who now stood between Xavier and Ray. He let you wrap your arms around his torso, your nose nestled perfectly into his cheek as you gave him a small kiss.

"Okay." Xavier sighed as he hopped into the drivers seat of Jim's midnight blue Tahoe. Jim himself in the passenger seat. Brooke and Montana took the second row. You and Michael snuggled together comfortably in the very back row, your feet sprawled out in Chet and Ray's laps as they both got lost in their phones scrolling through Facebook and sharing memes with each other, which reminded Michael to post the picture of the two of you Jim had sent to him. "Anyone have any dinner ideas before we leave? Anyone in the mood for anything particular?"

"Honestly could just keep it classic and go for a burger and a shake right now." Ray said from the back.

"Ooo, from where though?" Jim asked, turning around to look at him. "That shake sounds really fucking good. Chocolate shake. I want a chocolate shake."

"Tommy's!" Montana, Brooke, Ray, and Chet said in unison.

"Michael? Y/N?" Xavier questioned, pushing his sun glasses down so he could look at the both of you.

"A cookies and cream milkshake is calling my name right now." Michael said as his hand lazily brushed through your hair.

"You had me at burger." you agreed.

"Tommy's it is." Xavier said, finally starting Jim's car, his blue LED strips, dimly illuminating the car, the last song on his phone beginning to play as Xavier single-handedly backed out of the parking space.

Despite how tired everyone was, the car ride was far from silent. For the first 30 minutes anyways. It would take over an hour and a half before you all got back into downtown LA. You finally sat up in your seat, Michael throwing his arm around your shoulder to keep you close to him. So needy , you thought, but you loved that about him. He always wanted to be close to you. He always wanted to touch you. He made sure you felt loved and secured. You watched at the front as Jim and Xavier currently sang and half danced to the song that played. You glanced at Brooke and Montana who had fallen asleep rather quickly, heads leaned against the car window. Chet and Ray had resorted to playing Among Us to pass the drive time, Michael soon joining them.

"Okay, fucking seriously." Michael said as he furrowed his eyebrows, pissed that he was killed by the imposter yet again. And the imposter just happened to be Chet, but of course he kept silent, not wanting to alert Ray. You giggled to yourself, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. You wiped them anyway, inhaling deeply before exhaling.

"Everything alright?" Michael asked, noticing your change of mood. "Why are you crying?" He made sure to whisper, not wanting to draw attention to the both of you.

"Michael." you said. "I love you."

"I love you too, Y/N." he smiled.

"And all of our crazy friends."

"I love them too." he laughed.

Fuck, I love my friends

Without them, I'd be dead

I know they're the only ones who'll love me till the end

We're all such a mess, lonely and depressed

Been so long and I can't wait to see them again

Fuck, I love my friends

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Oh ok! This is my weird prompt/pair: Cher (when she was calling herself Bonnie Jo Mason) wrote that song about how much she was in love with Ringo (which is a bop). So I would love to read a story when she met Ringo (before she was famous) and he knew about the song and he is awkward and cute with her... I don't know, I can't even write prompts decently. I mean it's a weird pairing. I know... ^^'

well, it is peculiar but i’m always up for a challenge and i’m also desperate to please,

so! i hope this is alright! ♡

1964.

The auditorium was completely empty except for a few stragglers and a band of four mulling around on stage, checking the instruments and goofing off. Ringo was one of them, sitting behind his trusty drum kit and checking out if it was up to snuff.

John and Paul were deep in conversation about one thing or another, Ringo couldn’t tell from where he sat. Probably about songwriting. George was only slightly further away from the duo, holding his guitar while staring at them in silence, wearing a smirk.

They were in Daly City in California. A lovely city, really, if only it weren’t so humid. Ringo didn’t do well in humidity. When they weren’t playing or practising, they all lazed about in the cool waters of the hotel’s swimming pool.

Ringo sighed as he watched the Lennon-McCartney discussion. The spotlight of the stage highlighting them well. Lightening their hair colours, showing off a large mixture of brown. It must be warm under all that light. It was warm from where Ringo sat and he had practically no light.

They had only been arguing for a few minutes by now and he was anxious to start practising. It was the first show of the North American tour and he was eager to get started.

The double doors at the end of the auditorium creaked open and through them stepped out a well-dressed man in a suit and tie. It was their manager Brian Epstein.

Brian came down a narrow path that lead through the rows of chairs towards the stage. It was a determined walk, one with a set goal in mind. He didn’t once stop but turned left by the stage towards the door that lead to multiple hallways, “come along, Richard. Someone’s here to see you.” He said as he passed the boys.

“Ooh, someone’s in trouble,” cooed John as he looked at Ringo with a big smile. Paul had turned to look and lightly slapped John on the shoulder as George yelled out with a smirk, “you’re one to talk.”

Ringo was confused but still stepped off the stage to follow Brian. Was he in trouble? He hadn’t done anything wrong that he was aware of. And Brian didn’t seem mad or even looked the part. They walked through the hall in silence and when they neared the end; they stopped in front of a simple white door. The green room.

Brian said nothing and politely knocked on the wooden door where after he opened it and stepped inside.

In the room, there were two other people. An old and tired looking man wearing a suit and tie. He was standing beside a couch on which sat a young woman who immediately stood up as Ringo entered the room.

She was stunning; with long dark hair, straightened and neat bangs that accentuated her large eyes that were highlighted with thick lines of dark highlighter. She wore dark pants, a light beige long sleeved shirt covered by a fur vest. She looked familiar, but Ringo couldn’t quite determine why.

Brian looked at Ringo, standing so he faced both him and the young woman.

“Richard, this is Cherilyn Sarkisian. You may also know her as Bonnie Jo Mason.”

So that’s where he remembered her from. Last year a single was released, and sadly not to very much success, called ‘Ringo, I love you’. It had caused much jokes and laughter from the other boys on Ringo’s expense. And many had thought that it was a man that sang, to much confusion. Even though it clearly stated the name ‘Bonnie’ on the record. Either way, Ringo was really just flattered by it.

She looked nervous, fidgeting with her fingers, but giggled lightly as she looked at Ringo and said, “you can just call me Cher.”

There was a short moment of silence as Brian and the male stranger went to the other end of the room to ‘give the kids some privacy’ as the stranger had put it with a chuckle.

Ringo was unsure of what to say and the feeling seemed to be mutual as Cher glanced to and from him and her hands. But it was brief and was interrupted when the stranger loudly coughed from his end of the room.

It seemed to start something in Cher who looked at Ringo, “I hope you recovered well from your stay at the hospital in June.”

He nodded ever so slightly, “thank you. I did.”

And then it was a return to silence. It wasn’t for the lack of conversation nor did he feel particularly uncomfortable. It was just… sudden, with the back thought of the other boys probably waiting for him always in mind.

She was pretty, which could be factored into it. Not that he was any awkward with women. Just hesitant, at first. But if the song was any indication; he knew what she thought of him.

“I’m… sorry if I interrupted anything,” she looked at him with dark brown eyes, “I weren’t aware that I was going to meet you before a few moments I got here.” It was followed by several giggles, her deep voice sounding graceful.

“Oh, it’s alright,” he found it easy to join in on her laughter and joined with chuckles of his own.

“So, what… What are you doing in Daly? Do you live here?” He asked tentatively. She was terribly cute so, admittedly, he had trouble leading the conversation.

”Oh, no. I’m playing at a venue further in town with my boyfriend Sonny. My friend just decided to take a small detour.”

Oh. A boyfriend. Of course. Not that he was thinking of trying anything but that tidbit of information still felt like a small shove. He glanced over to Brian and noticed that he was starting to make his way back over to them and Ringo felt the rush of a deadline and quickly blurted out;

”I liked the song!”

He winced at the volume and mentally cursed at himself as it seemed she was taken by surprise.

”I mean… The song… R-Ringo, I Love You. It wasn’t that bad.”

She smiled slightly with an even slighter nod.

”Not that bad?” she quoted him, and he realized it wasn’t much of a compliment. Brian was nearing, together with the man he still didn’t know the name of.

He nodded, ”it was good.”

Wait, was it narcissistic to think so? Huh.

”Now then, Richard. Let’s get you back out to the boys, ” Brian said as he came nearer and placed a hand on Ringo’s shoulder. ”Ms Sarkisian, you’re more than welcome to watch,” Brian offered.

She shook her head. ”I would love to but I have my own practising to get to, ” she politely smiled and glanced to Ringo.

”It was nice to meet you, ” she reached out a hand that Ringo was quick to shake but halfway through turned her hand to place a light peck on its back. Her slender hand was soft to the touch and smelled of aloe vera. Handsoap, possible.

He was gently pulled out the room as he kept looking over his shoulder to, not stare but, look at Cher.

He returned to the auditorium where soft guitar strumming was overheard and he felt his heart flutter at the comfort it brought him.

The playing stalled as he nearing the stage and he heard a short whistle but couldn’t get himself to pay attention as he still thought of the dark-haired young woman, Cher.

#anonymous #ask #request #the beatles #ringo starr #cher #bonnie jo mason #beatles fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #didn't write as much as i wanted to during the week #turns out there's less hours in the day than what i want it to have #and the i got suck yesterday and was sick the entire way home yay #idk idk idk #also a slight correction for anon; cher didn't write the song #a group of four men did including phil spector #who's worked with a lot of musicians including the beatles #he's btw in jail currently for murder which i just found out #yowsa

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