Hey can you do prompt 162 for Mason Mount ? Please
Fifa And Cuddles~Mason Mount
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back again with a Mason imagine. everyone liked the first one so I thought why not write another one.
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162-"C'mere, you can seat in my lap until I'm done playing."
No matter how tired Mason was after training, he always had time to play Fifa. If he'd arrive late at night after match, he'd take a shower and at least play one game.
But his girlfriend y/n, hated how this game was able to steal her boyfriend's attention from her. It always seemed that his PS5 had his attention 24/7, when she barely saw him because of their busy schedules.
She watched Mason from the door of the living room, with her hands crossed over her chest. He still hadn't noticed her, because of how focused he seemed on his game.
She let out a sigh and called out his name, he hummed but didn't even glance at her.
"can you come cuddle? I'm tired and I just want you next to me" she whined walking inside the room
Mason paused his game and looked at her with a smile.
"C'mere, you can seat in my lap until I'm done playing." he patted his thigh making her smile
She walked closer to him, and he pulled her down on his lap. She had her back against his chest and her head laid in the crook of his neck
She breathed in his scent and exhaled in satisfaction. Her arms wrapped around his torso while his went aroud her shoulders
She placed a kiss on his neck and glanced up at him. She admired all his features and smiled at herself. She felt so lucky to have him
"staring is rude darling" he said, not tearing his gaze away from the TV, but a smirk was plastered across his face
"you're just so pretty Mase. I love you" she pressed a kiss on his jaw and nuzzled her face deeper into his neck.
He paused his game and glanced down at her, half asleep cuddling with his body.
He turned his game off and pressed a kiss on her forehead.
"I love you more princess. let's go to bed shall we?" when he didn't hear an answer he looked down at her and smiled at the sight of his asleep girlfriend
He carried her to their shared room and put her down on the bed. After changing his clothes, he made his way to his bed and made sure to cuddle his girlfriend all night long.
summary: reliving the harsh words that were shared between the pair, she came to a conclusion that love is definitely not easy.
warning: angst, mentions of curse words, brief injury description, and fluff at the end. happy reading, dolls! <3
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… [Y/N] STARED AT NOTHING IN PARTICULAR, her heavy eyes darting across the room with a vacant expression. Her mind relived back to the fight she had with Ben a few hours ago, lingering inside her mind making her want to slam her head against the wall. To say she was having a hard time was an understatement. Her workplace was a literal shitshow, with her boss always nagging and criticizing her every move. One of her closest friends got into an accident, and her important appointments got canceled last minute. At first, she thought speaking to Ben about her troubles would make her feel better, but knowing his critical state, she wasn’t so sure anymore. She thought her situation would get a little better by his presence but instead got a punch in her gut. His words pierced through her chest—like a knife was being held over a fire.
“You’re having a hard time? Fucking look at me, I can’t even walk properly.” Ben chastised, his piercing stare making her feel smaller.
She knew how much his knee injury took a toll on him. She’s been by his side ever since he hit rock bottom. From helping him take on his clothes to carrying him on her back— quite literally, was tough on her too, but she loved him to pieces and knew that he couldn’t handle it all on his own. They had their small moments, but this time his words remained glued to her brain, squeezing her skull and making her want to get on her knees and pour her heart out.
“Don’t do that. Don’t pull your shit onto me, alright? I’m so fucking sick and tired of you blaming everything on me. I gladly let you get vulnerable in front of me, but why can’t I get the same treatment back? You’re my boyfriend, aren’t you supposed to do the same thing?” [Y/N] snapped, her tone dripped with spite.
A lump formed inside her throat and she looked up, her eyes glistening from the light above her. She clenched her jaw, aggressively blinking to prevent any tears to fall. A dark cloud entered her chest, squeezing her lungs making her let out a shaky breath. Her lips grew thin and she loudly sniffled, rubbing her face with her trembling hand.
Her lips emitted another sigh before opening her mouth, “You can enter the kitchen, you know. It’s your house after all,” she spat, her voice hoarse and dry. She leaned her back against the counter, her arms crossed as she watched him enter the kitchen.
A look of shame was etched onto his features, his eyebrows furrowed along with a clutched jaw, and [Y/N] wondered if his jaw would break by how tight it was clenched. She watched him nearing her, his hesitant steps making her heart churn with every breath she took. His bright blue eyes were replaced with shallow and sunken eyes. She watched him open his mouth, but she shook her head.
“Don’t. I don’t wanna hear it,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, but he heard her. She looked into his eyes, her stoic expression slowly turning softer. The corner of her lips pulled down, shaking as she tried to stop the overwhelming emotion from taking over her. She brought a hand over her mouth, her eyes staring through empty space as her mind went into melancholia.
Ben’s chest tightened, feeling his throat close making him almost choke on air. The guilt was slowly, painfully eating him from the inside and he wanted nothing more than to take his words back, but he couldn’t and that left him with a heavy heart. His brows pulled up, knitting in the middle as he contemplated his next move. He knew she wanted distance, but he couldn’t help but inch closer to wipe away a lone tear from her cheek.
[Y/N] looked at him, feeling his hand gently drifting to hold the side of her neck as his thumb brushed her jaw. She allowed her body to sink into his warmth, her eyes closing in the process as she reminisced about his touch—oh how much she missed his touches.
Ben’s lip curved up slightly, slowly inching closer. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and gently titled her head with his hand. He watched her opening her eyes, her glossy eyes avoiding his. He opened his mouth but closed it, his words stuck in his throat. He sighed, his fingers softly drawing circles on her skin.
As much as she tried to keep it in, she couldn’t and her body betrayed her. She fell into his arms, her arms tightly holding his waist as she let her guard down. She gasped between her cries, making her have a hard time catching a breath. She felt his arms wrap around her, pulling her closer to his body as he slowly rocked them back and forth.
Ben sniffled, hiding his face in her hair, and squeezed her tighter, afraid if she could disappear at any second. He let her pour her heart out, her cries making his heart clench. “It’s okay, darling. I got you.” he whispered into her ear, profusely muttering his apologies.
She let out a whimper, slowly pulling away. She met his pained expression, his glistening eyes mirroring hers. “I’m sorry, Ben. I-I’m so so sorry.” she stuttered, her voice cracking making him shake his head.
Ben cupped her face with his hands, his eyes slightly wide at her words. “No, no, baby. I’m the one who’s supposed to apologize. You’re right, [Y/N], I’m your boyfriend. I have one job, and I can’t even do that. Therapy has been hard, along with training, but that doesn’t explain the argument we had. I’m the one to blame, not you. I acted like a complete fool and didn’t take your feelings into consideration. I know you’re in a rough patch right now and you don’t deserve that—any of it. I’m sorry for not being there for you enough like you’re there for me.” He expressed, his voice wavering.
Hot tears trickled down his face and he quickly wiped them with his wrist. He looked down, a deep scowl forming on his handsome features. Ben sniffled, “It makes me feel like a bad boyfriend. I feel so guilty and horrible at the fact that you put aside your needs aside to make me feel better. It’s not fair, [Y/N]. It’s not fucking fair.” he blubbered, his chin trembling like a child.
[Y/N]’s eyes softened, feeling her heart bleed. She reached out, brushing his hair away from his face before cupping his cheek. She leaned his forehead against his, her other hand grasping his trembling hand. She pressed light kisses on his knuckles before turning her gaze to him, already meeting his blue eyes lovingly looking at her like a lost puppy.
She gave him a tired smile, her other hand caressing his stubbed jaw. “You’re not a bad boyfriend, Ben. You’re doing everything you can to make me happy while you’re managing your injury, and that’s enough. I can’t imagine how hard it must feel to not play on the field. It’s your passion—your dream, and it sucks that you can’t be able to engage in the one thing that matters to you the most. I get that, baby. I don’t expect you to return my treatments because I know, very well, that it’s hard for you to do. But maybe a little extra attention would’ve been nice—just you listening would be enough for me.” she admitted, giving him another soft smile, her teary eyes glimmering in the moonlight from the window.
Ben clenched his jaw, biting his lip to prevent himself from breaking down. He nodded, his eyebrows knitted together, and inched closer to feel her warmth. “And I will. I will listen to you, sweetheart. God, I love you so much, [Y/N]. I don’t wanna lose you, ” he breathed, closing his eyes with a grimace, feeling his face bruised from all the crying.
She grabbed his chin, gently tilting it up as she leaned in. Ben’s eyes closed, his lips brushing against hers as he moved closer. “Oh, honey, you’re stuck with me whether you like it or not,” [Y/N] breathed with a small giggle before pressing a gentle kiss on his lips, which he responded with a sigh as he rested a hand on the curve of her hips, his other hand holding her cheek.
Ben slowly pulled away, his forehead leaning against hers. His lips curved upwards, a fond smile resting on his handsome features. He planted a chaste kiss on her lips before voicing his thoughts. “Sounds good to me, gorgeous.”
Hey can u write for Mason or Marcus where they had a loss/bad day and just want the reader to cuddle them while they cry
Knocked Out~Mason Mount
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Time: Chelsea vs Real Madrid, champions league second leg
Mason walked with his head down, down the tunnel.
4-0 and knocked out of the champions league. Not only did they not score, but also conceded 4 goals. This one was gonna hurt
y/n waited for Mason at the door of the lockers room. She knew he would be in a bad mood, but she also knew he wouldn't take his anger out on her
Mason appeared in her sight, she quickly walked to him and wrapped him up in a big hug
"I'm sorry Mase..." she mumbled into his neck, running her hand up and down his back. He just shook his head and let out a sigh.
They pulled away from their hug, her arms still around his neck while his rested around her waist.
"I'm just gonna take a quick shower yeah?" Mason said in a low voice. y/n leaned up and kissed his lips, nodding before he walked to the showers
The drive home was silent, y/n's hand in Mason's, rubbing her thumb over his knuckles. He looked at her and cracked a smile. He raised her hand to his lips, kissing it delicately.
Mason closed the car door and opened the door of his apartment, walking quickly to the living room. y/n followed him, watching as he dropped on the couch, letting out a huge sigh
"wanna talk about it?" she asked, sitting down next to him and placing her hand on his thigh
"I just feel like crying" he said, his voice breaking as tears started welling up in his eyes
"come here sweetheart" y/n mumbled, opening her arms
He threw himself into her arms, putting his head in the crook of her neck. y/n felt his hot tears on her neck, making her tighten her grip around him
He started mumbling incoherent things into her neck like
"I just want us to be as good as before" or "I miss how we used to play and win"
After about half an hour, he calmed down a bit, still sniffing he pulled his head out of her neck and looked at her
"thank you for being here for me. I know I can be tough to handle" he murmured, pressing a small kiss on her jaw
"don't say that Mase. you know I would never leave you when you're feeling down. I love you" she put both of her hands on his cheeks, pulling him closer to her face. She rubbed her nose against hers, making him smile a bit.
He leaned in and close the distance between them, attaching their lips into a short but passionate kiss.
"go to sleep love. you really need to rest" she.mumbled against his lips as they pulled away. He rested his head on her chest, while she ran her fingers through his hair in an attempt to comfort him
to think of all the shit he had to deal with over the last year with the new owners and the issues with the team for them to turn around and just sack him like that, as they said in their post 100 days they’ve owned the club and they’re just throwing away the one part that was keeping it all together fuck the chelsea owners, i’m gonna miss tuchel