Hi! Can you write something long about y/n being jealous of his stylist and he makes sure she understand she is the one ( go with how you want it ). Angst but fluffy thank youu 🙏
— jealousy jealousy. | m.m
summary - mason’s never-ending clubbing finally runs your patience thin, only for him to open your eyes to your real problem with it.
authors note - i loved writing for this idea for you anon it was soo much fun + was really enjoyable <3 i also decided not to use carlotta as the stylist, i took my own approach to this while following your request and didn’t wanna project any hate ! requests are open🤎
just a couple of nights, you recalled him promising to you all those months ago. it was only supposed to be a couple of nights in celebration of his well-deserved wins. how in the world could you tell him this was not okay?
overtime, you were accustomed to the sound of your front door cracking open in the middle of the night, followed by the pitter-patter of feet across the wooden landing towards your bedroom, where your mattress would be hit by his body collapsing onto it. gradually he would wriggle underneath the covers, his chest pressing to your back and his arm draping across your body, the pair of you drifting off into a deep sleep in one another’s arms.
when the dawn broke, you would be by his bedside with your hangover remedy - a mug of steaming herbal tea accompanied by a freshly flipped pancake, and your arms wide open to cuddle him into.
originally it seemed to be only his little circle of friends, all of whom you were familiar with and had spoken to at least once. until one morning, he subtly dropped an unfamiliar name in conversation which immediately struck a chord with you.
lucia. at the expense of ben’s pain from your twisting of his arm - physically and metaphorically - he disclosed that the mystery woman happened to be his latest stylist after his former returned to her hometown.
your trust in mason had never once faltered. he had given you no reason as to have that lack of trust. for a fact, he was not entirely open and honest about the newest woman in his life in the first place.
these occasional nights on the town were progressively mounding to much more than that, to practically every night of the week.
you could not deny that seeing mason truly enjoying himself was a sight to warm your heart so dearly. but, you desperately missed your boyfriend returning from a training session in a joyous mood. you desperately missed spending the sunset hours in your boyfriend’s company. you desperately missed lazing in bed with your boyfriend in the mornings, legs entangled beneath the duvet and your fingers interlocking together in the air.
now, the unfortunate reality of your life was that he retreated to his games room almost instantly to hide himself from the rest of the world, in a foul mood. in time he would traipse down the stairs dressed in another unusual attire, placing a soft kiss to your lips and calling out a speedy goodbye on his departure out the door. your previously loving morning was now a morning of separation, mason isolating himself to cure his hangover before darting off to continue the same day over again.
—
that hour of groundhog day had rolled around once more. stretched out across your sofa covered in a blanket, your laptop balancing on your thighs whilst an episode of The Chase played as background music to your working. yet your mind was unable to concentrate on the task at hand, for you were purely anticipating mason’s casual stroll down the staircase.
after what felt like a lifetime of waiting, a rapid tapping of feet against the wooden steps alerted your attention by your ears and head perking up. “i’m heading out with the guys, alright? i’ll see you later,” mason mumbled his typical mundane farewell as he scooped up his jacket and keys into one of his arms. as per usual, on his passing by he leant down to press a gentle peck down onto your lips.
normally, you would grip your fingers onto his clothing as tight as possible, hoping that some ounce of power in your strength may be able to hold him back just a little longer and somehow, in a hopeful universe, he would cancel his plans to spend time with you.
but any remaining will-power you had was absent on this occasion, as you were not in the mood to silently beg any longer. holding yourself to your plan, the instant his bottom lip grazed yours, you withdrew your lips from his and turned your attention back to one of the screens.
he did not budge an inch, instead straightened his back upwards to tower over you. mason’s hand then crawled up your back and clamped around your shoulder, his fingers slowly massaging against your skin and your muscles. despite your irritation with him in that moment, this relaxing touch lightened those tightening strains in your body and made it even more difficult to not give in to your urge; though you must stand your ground in denying him a reaction.
noticing his tactic was failing miserably, his hand detached from your shoulder and was wafted up into the air in some odd motion before he strolled away. “goodbye to you too i guess.” his believed slick mutterance beneath his breath was picked up by yourself, and every word until the last letter ignited that fire of rage further and spread rapidly to your tongue.
without another second to consider, the duvet and laptop were flung off to the side and you stood up from the sofa. the noise from your sudden movements and the rustling captured mason’s interest, as he halted on the spot and glanced back to look at you.
whenever those eyes stared back into yours, those vessels of hazel creme hypnotising you into retracting your imminent statement and urging you to fall back onto the sofa.
but the speech was already trickling off your tongue before you had any opportunity to stop it. “you know what mason? i hope you have a fantastic time drinking and partying and dancing. i’m sure it’ll be such a fun and unique experience for you,” you retorted sarcastically.
“what is your problem?” mason’s voice was swift in snapping back to your comment. his belongings had been dumped by the door for his arms to fold over his chest. “you told me you didn’t mind if i went out a couple of nights. why is that any different now?”
you almost had to pinch yourself to believe you were not being fooled by the words he was saying, your utter disbelief expressed through an accidental tutt bursting through your lips. “a couple of nights? a couple of nights mason? really?” you repeated, though all he responded with was a slow nod in confusion.
“it’s every night! you traipse down those stairs in those ridiculous outfits, sending me a half-assed goodbye so you can piss off to yet another random club lucia decided-”
“woah woah woah” he called out, bringing your effortless rant to a cease. “why did you mention lucia, and not somebody like nathan? what’s so specific about her?”
this burned both of your cheeks a deep shade of crimson. in hindsight, this may have been a mistake, and perhaps your eagerness got the better of you in the moment. your pondering silence had seemingly sent some message across to mason, an exasperated sigh passing through his lips as his arms fell to swing by his sides as he treaded closer by two single steps.
“i need you to be honest with me, please?” the calm tone of his voice was slowly peeling away the stern exterior and chipping away at the sombre demeanour you were displaying. you nodded in agreement.
“is this issue you have with me going out.. because of her?” he dared to the ask that one question you were dreading, as you could hardly decide on an answer when asking yourself.
you were not the jealous type, and mason was not the type to purposely act in a certain way to make feel jealous. you always knew just a little bit about the people he was out with, so that you trusted there was no chance they would make any moves onto him. but the mysterious nature of this woman was stirring an alien emotion for you to experience.
you let out an exhale of soft breath through a slit in your lips and brought your arms up to cross over your chest, clasping one hand around your elbow. “it’s not her, mase.”
your head remained bowed, and your eyes remained glued to the floorboards at your feet, not even daring to glance upwards towards mason for the unpredictable expression over his face. from this view you spotted his feet shuffling, before leaping into a pace from right to left.
“what the fuck then y/n?!” mason’s calm collection was shattered in an instant directly into a sudden outburst of vexetion that nothing you were saying was giving anything away.
“jesus, i’m young, i’m constantly here, there and everywhere. sometimes it’s just nice to head out with friends and.. and not have to worry. but i didn’t realise that having a girlfriend would leave me housebound for the rest of my life and carefully watching my every move incase you get needy!”
his outburst was brimming your eyes with bundles of tears. you couldn’t bare to look at the mason standing in front of you. the words he was saying, the way he was acting - this wasn’t anything alike the man you fell in love with all of those years ago, but more like a stranger you hardly knew.
a counter-argument was on the tip of your tongue, prepared to put mason back into his place. however, on the verge of tears, you regained your sense of composure before him. your arms slowly lowered back to dangle by your sides. your features lightened their rigidity. your eyes opened up to the world once again.
“mason, do whatever you want. go out, don’t go out. spend time with whoever you want. hopefully whatever you drink helps fix your perception of me, because god,” you let out a brief splutter of a chuckle and shook your head. “you are so far off.”
not wishing to waste another second in his company, you marched to the staircase and performed a speedy jog up it until you found yourself safe in the enclosed space of the bedroom. as a final dig towards him, you slammed the door shut and slumped your back against it.
“fuck..”
—
the whole apartment was reduced to complete silence. one at which was almost terrifying. not a sound nor a peep from either of the residents.
you could only assume mason had accepted your offer gratefully and continued on with his clubbing adventures; though your assumptions couldn’t be farther from the reality at present. there he was, laying flat across the sofa, staring aimlessly at the ceiling as his mind reminded him of all he’s put through over the past weeks.
he used this time to his advantage, by calling up his injured mate for a pep talk - one consisting of ben slapping mason into shape through the screen for being completely idiotic. this was not purely a shaming session, as he was now informed that you had been shown some of ben’s photography skills from their nights out.
what you were unaware of however, was that this peaceful period of solitude was about to come crashing down by a melodic tune of a fist knocking against the wood.
before you could even allow this person your permission to enter your private space, the door was already separated from it’s frame to lie ajar ever so slightly, and the person was treading over the carpet towards your ‘shielded’ spot leant against the side of the bed.
not a word was conversed between yourself or mason as he seeked you out and when he found you, he was not shy in making himself comfortable. his back slid along the bed and his knees bent until he landed on his bum, tucking his bent legs into his chest and fiddling with the socks over his feet with his finger.
the silence lingered for a long while. neither of you felt the need, nor could find the correct words to speak. respecting the quiet, mason’s hand reached into his pocket and gripped in his palm came a wallet.
“everytime i go out, i bring this with me. it was a present from my dad years ago and i haven’t wanted to part with it ever.” as he retold the story you knew alike the back of your own hand, your eyebrows furrowed into a crease over your forehead, wondering where ever this was going.
he plowed on with his presentation despite your confusion, unzipping the wallet and opening it up to display the inner design. one section was array with colourful cards in order, and the other side.. well it was not so empty like before. the slot was now filled by two folded up white paper pieces.
picking up on mason’s cue of laying them to rest on your lap, you unravelled them from their fold, assuming you would be presented with a receipt of some kind. however you were entirely wrong, for gripped inbetween your fingers was two polaroid pictures from your graduation day - one planned pose of yourself throwing your cap into the air, and the other a candid shot of you laughing with him.
“ben told me everything,” said mason. his sudden revelation, timed perfectly to your imminent crumble underneath his sweet gesture, darted your eyes up from the photographs to stare towards mason.
“what exactly did he say?” you couldn’t help but ask, although you were pretty certain of the conversation he was alluding to. the one at stamford bridge only a couple weeks prior, where your whole heart was poured out to ben, and made him swear he would never tell a soul. seems he didn’t stick to that for long.
“maybe.. you could just tell me instead.” mason’s head slowly raised upwards from it’s bow and tilted just slightly for his eyes to land upon you. that gaze into your eyes was one of knowing - every single word you spoke in confidence he know of, now he was simply seeking confirmation from the source itself.
accepting there was no outlet to escape through this time, you passed a deep exhale of breath through your lips and slumped your body against the bed’s frame as the pictures in your hands dropped to lay on your thighs.
“i just have to say it was never because i didn’t trust you mase.” you stated frankly. “i never had any problem with you going out. like you said, you’re young and it’s your life to live in this way. but the moment ben showed me those pictures i.. i..” you were slowly turning into a stuttering mess before him.
your fingers clutching to mason’s jumper around you for support, you continued. “something had felt wrong for a while, but i just could not put my finger on it. these pictures felt like i was slowly but surely losing you in some way.”
“mason, i hardly saw you, and we live in the same house. our lives were becoming more and more separated by the day, and it was as though you were slowly slipping away from me and everytime i tried to reach for you, you stepped one step further out of distance.”
your words elicited some sense of shame within mason that, without his knowing, you had these thoughts unexpressed. unbeknown to you however, ben had not shared this much but he felt rude to interrupt your ceaseless tangent.
“i guess it might have been a little bit of jealousy..” your admitting was inevitable for mason, and flared a smug smirk onto his lips. “but i constantly felt like a second choice to you. these other people, and especially another girl, were taking every free second of your time for themselves, leaving me to slot myself into any spare second you had. mason i don’t want to feel like a second choice any longer. that’s not something i signed up for, and not something i’ll put up with.”
voicing these pent-up emotions alleviated the heavy weight pressure these words possessed from your shoulders, to disperse into thin air as though it never truly existed. mason on the other hand, was experiencing an overwhelming sense of guilt in his own self. he vowed never once would be make anybody in his life feel as though they were a second choice. and here he was, blind to the reality that his own girlfriend - the most special person he could count on - was feeling this type of way about him.
initiating that initial contact as a way of amending his wrong-doings, his hand brushed up against your thigh awaiting that reaction of your jump backwards in a denial of his touch. yet you didn’t flinch nor budge, which was silent consent for him to continue along your body.
his fingers danced across your covered skin, up along your side and neck until his hand was aligned to your face. he used his index to tip your head upwards slightly to fully face him, before moving his other fingers to tuck a strand of your locks behind your ear, then allowing his hand to drop and cup itself around your cheek. this touch, even this smidgen of intimacy, was all you had desired for so long. the most you had felt was an arm across your waist or a light peck to the lips. nothing more, nothing less.
“you know you’re the only one for me right?” his voice then emerged before you had any opportunity to respond in such a way, with a rhetorical question he went on to answer himself.
“i’ve been all about you since day one, and nothing or anybody is going to change that. you make me feel things that i didn’t even know existed.. like how can you get incredibly nervous but so excited at the same time?” he chuckled, prompting a giggle to come through your lips, that instantly lit up his whole face.
“you told me you had trust in me. so i need you to trust me when i say that you’re it for me and nobody could ever come close to compare to the way you make me feel.” to seal his tear-jerking expression he planted a delicate kiss onto your forehead, letting his lips linger there momentarily before withdrawing them.
suddenly he was leapt from his seated position up onto his two feet, brushing down his clothes with his palms and examining himself in the mirrored reflection then extending two hands out. “now, if you’re up for it, i have a little plan for our evening together..” he babbled about his plans as you grasped onto his helping hands and hauled yourself up onto your feet.
mason seemed to be wholly engrossed in his own little universe, and possibly his child-like excitement was showing itself in his rambling, as he sauntered towards the chest of drawers in the corner.
unintentionally zoning out of the conversation, your mind was preoccupied with it’s own internal battle of impulse and reality. your id was screaming for your ego to surrender just this once, whilst your superego was pleading for just a little more grovelling from mason. though, the begging was overpowered, and as the balance was tipping, before you knew it, your legs were moving in a rapid charge towards mason.
luckily he was now facing you, however was far too engrossed in his deliberation between two sets of pyjamas in his hands to notice you. “hey, which of these do you prefer? i mean i have ones in this colour if-”
mason’s incessant talking was finally put to death by your lips smashing onto his with pure passion, as your arms curled around his neck to tug his head down to meet yours in the middle. he was not slow in reacting, his hands releasing the clothes to fall by your feet as his own arms engulfed around your body in a bear embrace. your fingers began to get lost in the loose curls on his head gently tugging at the stray pieces.
at last you withdrew your lips, only for your foreheads to settle on one another. your breathing was heavy, similar to mason’s in that sense. you watched as his chest slowly lifted, then descended once again.
“that was.. unexpected” said mason, humouring both of you into a breathless chuckle. as your head nodded along, your eyes guided along his upper body until meeting his across the short distance, that were already awaiting yours. “an okay unexpected i hope!”
“for sure..” he whispered. he planted yet another gentle peck onto your lips - unlike earlier, for this time there felt to be something more behind it - before letting his head flop down into a crook between your shoulder and your neck.
“hey y/n? guess what?” his finger poked into your side for your attention, and his head raised just slightly for his lips to enclose around your ear. you simply hummed in response, far too tranquil to even utter any words. “you.. got.. jealous..” breathed mason, followed by a hearty chuckle as his head leant back from your neck and further tilted backwards.
he then bent to the ground and lifted the clothes from the floor, firing one set into your arms and tugging the other to his chest. “now chip-chop! or i’ll be picking the movie!”
with this terrifying threat, he retreated through the doorway until you were alone in the bedroom once more. you hugged the clothes close to your heart, though were unable to speak, left entirely speechless by your boyfriend. how could a night of former despair and unanswered questions lead on to one of wondering how in the world you got so lucky.
fr it was amazing, him tammy, reece and jack were the only ones taking pictures and not going straight to their room. he was so nice and chatted with us a bit. fr the sweetest.
Hi, I don’t if a little F1 world will be ok for you, but I have to try ☺️ where you are working for McLaren in PR and dating Mason, he is with you at some race weekend and see more of your work and how you are close with the drivers and he get jealous? Some angst but happy end 😂
— send my heart racing. | m.m
summary - mason decides to join you for your mclaren race weekend to experience your livelihood first hand.
authors note - ahh my first fic back i hope you all enjoy ! firstly - i am in no way caught up on the world of formula one but since mase is in monaco right now i thought it would be a cute one to write as a little return ! pls remember i don’t fully understand everything that happens at race weekends so this is defintely not accurate <3 and secondly - i want to apologise for leaving for so long ! i know i have so many requests piling up right now (18 drafts and soo many in my asks) but i’m finished now until september so hopefully i’ll have all the motivation and time in the world to write out these cute fics for you especially when there’s a footie drought <3 hope you enjoy let me know as always + requests open - find my masterlist here
formula one had always been a huge interest of yours. from the little age of three racing the toy cars with your brother along the shopping aisles, to cancelling plans for race weekends with your dad, to now, working for mclaren up close and personal with the lifestyle you grew to love - it was your childhood dream come true.
and while mason may not be as immersed in the formula one world as your family are, he always tries his hardest to be supportive. you’ve even caught him searching up all of the specific terms you’ve thrown into conversation on occasion.
and gosh, isn’t he understanding. he understands all of the travel commitments associated with sporting events. he understands that visits are fleeting and you are always looking ahead to the future. and even when you’re together there’s always something that needs sorted out, and he allows you with ease to do so.
often your personal achievements are watched through a screen’s pictures - however this time was entirely different, as today, mason would actually be by your side for a race weekend.
unfortunately you didn’t receive that “mid-term break” mason was having from the premier league season to travel off with one another - but instead of cooping himself up in his gaming suite playing for hours upon hours with his teammates, he would be living your lifestyle first hand at the racetrack.
so here you stood anxiously awaiting the final guest arrival of the day - and for you, the most important. as you twirled the lanyard around your body, you realised how this was the moment of truth, really.
the man you have been boasting about for years. the man who’s achievements you have not been shy in showing off to your colleagues. the last name you’ve been displaying on the back of your shirts.
your unsettled stomach - for the race and mason’s arrival alike - was being soothed by the waves roaring crash onto the wooden blocks of the deck. by the water there was a whole crowd of paparazzi raising their cameras high into the air, hoping for one single glimpse of mason’s speed boat revving into the dock for even a single photo of him. the moment was one of utter tranquility and peace.
that was until, however, the loud drum of an engine approaching the docking area drew every single eye in the place directly towards the sound.
the cameras flashes were so incredibly blinding you could hardly spot mason amongst it; but slowly from the abundance of white lighting, a shadowy figure emerged.
his saunter by the water front and up the staircase exuded utter confidence, as his tongue rolled over his teeth in his inner mouth. he was not blind - he knew every single person was staring him down, the guys admiring his outfit choice, and the girls annoyingly drooling over far more than that - and he was soaking up every single second of this attention.
though, despite everybody dying for even the smallest of interaction with him, his focus was entirely upon you.
as he neared, the view of his outfit was much clearer and most of all, the effort behind it all tugged your lips into a wide smile. on first glance it would appear typical - a white tank top tucked into the usual black trousers, with an oversized jacket around him and paired with lace-up trainers. yet looking deeper, throughout there was flashes of orange colouring, in the rim of his shoes and on the buttons of his shirt - all a nod towards the mclaren colours.
you followed suit in stepping towards him, slowly picking up the pace into a slip that brought you even closer even faster. he stopped to a halt on the decking and broadened his arms out alike an eagle’s wings - and you flew directly into them.
your leap into his arms was supported by mason’s arms snaking around your waist to overlap on one another, as your arms looked around his neck to snuggle your body in tight.
you moved your head back slightly gripping his jawline in place as you peppered delicate kissess all over the other side of his face, muttering “i’m so happy you could make it baby” that burned his cheeks a deep shade of crimson under your touch and the smile on his lips only grew in size.
safely held in his arms his embrace around you loosened for his fingers to interlock and lay on the bottom of your back, with his thumbs out ever so slightly to stroke gently over the exposed pieces of skin.
“i wouldn’t have missed it for the world, my love” he whispered back, and as he pressed a light kiss onto your temple, you rested your chin down onto his shoulder blade and stared up toward him.
despite the rest of the crew in slight chaos, with people rushing from one side to the other in preparation for the impending race, mason’s arms wrapped around you was utter and complete tranquility. you found yourselves wholly and completely relaxed in each other’s arms, as though the rest of the world disappeared, leaving only the two of you alone.
“how does your first race weekend feel? really experience it from the sidelines?” you asked. you moved your fingers from his jawline to curl them around the back of his neck as you broadened your arm out at the surroundings.
his eyes followed your arm and his head nodded along slowly before turning back to face you. “i am very excited! but your dad has asked me to take a thousand pictures for him, so maybe i’ll be watching through a screen most of the time.”
“typical dad, huh?” you chuckled shaking your head and tilting it back slightly onto your shoulders, as your hand flattened onto mason’s chest.
as your head lifted up again, and the distance between yourself and mason was even smaller, you slowly moved your head in towards his; however the bellowing of your name and the beckoning wave of one of the other girls brought you back into the reality of your chaotic work.
you glanced over towards the tent, and with a sigh passing through your lips, you turned your head back towards mason - displaying an expression of a pouted out bottom lip, your eyelashes fluttering and your eyebrows furrowing.
“come on, don’t give me that look! you have to go, it’s your job, they need you!” mason’s fingers then unravelled from your back to set you free, that only broke you a little more that you couldn’t spend every second in his company.
but being the typical mason mount with his crystal ball magic, he leant forward giving you a gentle peck on the lips and cradled his hand around your cheek. “i promise i’ll be here once you’re back, okay?” he reminded, to which you nodded giving in to him.
your impatient colleague bellowed your name once again, the exasperation in her voice far more evident, that humoured both you and mason to stare at one another with a similar expression. then as you skipped away from him, you began to walk backwards facing him, mouthing an “i love you” and blowing an abundance of kisses before disappearing away into the tent.
mason made his way over to nathan and co, leaning his back against the railing and clasping his fingers around it from behind, as he swung back and forth. “oh so he finally decides to join us then?” nathan teased as he puckered his lips in his direction followed by the others in the group.
“oh shut it” mason chuckled rolling his eyes at him, as he shook his head and motioned his head towards one of the table displays, where you were now moving between the different tables speaking individually to every invited guest. “think about it.. if it wasn’t for my girlfriend, we wouldn’t be here.”
“mason surely forgetting you’re one of the biggest football players in england?” nathan asked narrowing his eyes in mason’s direction; yet mason had drowned out the whole conversation, and was paying attention to you across the room.
you were simply doing your job, tending for every person within your own team and those beyond it; yet to him, he found your compassionate and caring side admirable, and was only even more grateful to see this in person.
“but i get you’re proud of her, so i’m sure it can slide” nathan added on to the end of the conversation; and with that, mason zoned back out of the conversation.
from across the room, you spotted the whole group staring towards you and alike mason, you sent a cheeky grin in his direction, raising your hand to wave at him, to which he waved back.
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