#england squad

[number7or9]

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[footballfanficwriter]

A Happy New year

Summary:Jude and The reader are spending new year's eve together

It's new year's eve and Jude and I are spending time with his family, I would spend it with my family but everyone had their own plans .

I love coming over here cause I feel like I'm home when I'm here, the Bellingham family have made me feel so welcome and never made me feel like an outsider.

" hey babe, mom's asking if you want something to drink" Jude says

" no I'm alright thanks"

"Ok" he says and comes sits next to me on the couch

He puts his head on my lap and I play with his hair

"Can you believe it's gonna be 4 years since we've been dating" I say

" and 15 years since we've been best friends"

"That just shows you how far we've come"

" yeah, it does"

He lifts his head off my lap and goes in for a kiss

I peck his lips, but he doesn't look satisfied

"I'm not going to snog you in front of your family" I say

" they don't care about what we do"

"But I do"

"You're such a tease" he says

"Only for you love"

He puts he's head back onto my lap

" if you're going to sleep at least let me be comfortable as well"

"Fine"

He gets off my lap and I lye on the couch horizontally then he lies next to me an wraps his arms around my waist

" I love you" he says

"I love you more"

"You know, now that I think about it , I might be the best boyfriend you've ever had"

"What ?"

" yeah, remember Mathew"

"What about him?"

"Wasn't he that one who cheated on you, and had you saved as hoe 3 on his contacts"

"Ok fine I get it alright, but I'm also the best girlfriend you've ever had"

"Oh how so?"

"Remember Jade"

"Yeah"

"She was the one that was using you to get things she wanted, she was controlling you and your life"

" she wasn't controlling my life" he says

" she literally said that you should get rid of me and stop being friends with me"

"That one nearly ruined our friendship"

" imagine if you had listened to her"

"Then we wouldn't be lying on this couch and cuddling"

"I'm glad you chose me"

"I'll always choose you babe,every time"

"Well I'm glad and happy to hear that"

" we should actually be thankful to Mathew and Jade"

" why?"

"Because if they hadn't fucked up, we wouldn't be where we are now"

"Well I guess we should be thanking them then"

"How did we even find out about him cheating again?" He asks

"One of the girls that he cheated on me with approached me and told me "

"What a prick"

"Yeah, he was"

"I actually believed he loved me, he treated me so nice"

"Well he's gone now my love, and you've got me now"

"And I'm glad I do, cause I don't know where I'd be without me "

"Probably dead"

"Don't be so dramatic"

He laughs and I feel myself smiling at that

" you are one of the best things to happen to me y/n, I really am head over hills for you"

"Oh I'm sorry sir, but I didn't tell you, I'm head over hills for someone else" I say with a smile on my face

"Must you always ruin moments y/n"

"I'm sorry babe, I just had to"

"Yeah whatever you goof ,I'm quite knackered" he says

"It's ok babe, you can sleep"

"Ok"

He falls asleep rubbing my belly and after a while I fall asleep as well

♡

"Y/n, wake up honey, it's almost midnight"

" what?"

"Come on wake up"

I turn to see Denise looking down on me

"Where's Jude"

"He's already outside"

"Ok" I get up of the couch and go to the bathroom then splash myself with water , just to wake me up a bit

Then I start making my way out side.

I open the sliding door and see Jude standing there with his back against me as he's watching his cousins run around and act like kids while his aunts and uncles are sat at a table outside having conversations

I walk to him and wrap my arms around his waist

"Hey" I say

"Hey babe, sleep well?"

"Yup"

"Alright everyone 5 minutes left until the next year" Denise yells

Jude turns around and we're now facing each other

He let's go of me and backs up a bit

Then goes on one knee and pulls a ring out

I feel my eyes start to widen

"Jude get up right now"

"Y/n, I love you more than words can ever Express or explain themselves, and I've known you for 15 years of my life, you are my best friend and no one knows me like you do, no one knows how to calm me down when I'm upset like you do , no one knows how to cheer me up when I'm sad like you do, no one annoys me like you do and even though I hate it sometimes, I still love you because that's who you are and I love everything about you, so y/n Y/L/N will you you give me the honor of calling you my wife and making the luckiest man alive"

"Yes" I whisper

"Wait really?"

"Yes, you big goof ofcourse I'll marry you I would be an idiot not to" I say

"You don't have to say yes, the answer could be yes or no and you'd still be an idiot"

"What?"

"I'm joking my love"

He gets up and slides the ring onto my finger and we kiss eachother just when the fire works start shooting at the sky

"Happy new year babe"

"Happy new year love"

Just then my family appears out of no where

"Mom I thought you had plans" I say and I run to her

"Aww sweaty did you actually think we'd miss such an important part of you life"

" let me see the ring bro, how big is it" Gina my sister yanks my hand to see the ring

"Bitch" I say

"Nika come check this ring out" she says and calls my other sister

"It's so beautiful y/n we're happy for you "

"Thank you so much"

"Nice pick mate" Nika yells to Jude

"Thanks, took me awhile to pick it out" he says as he walks over to us

" now can I please have my fiance back" he says as he pulls me away from my family

We walk back into the house and start making out , then was both upruptly stop

" are you happy?" He asks

"I'm ecstatic"

"Well I'm happy you are, now we're stuck together for the rest of our lives "

"I actually should have said no" I say

" there you go again"

I laugh and lean in to kiss him and he kisses me back

"I love you"

"I love you more"

[psgirlie]

Witnessed cold cold Palmer ball today, Southgate needs to let him play more though

[cityzenchick]

Fond memories of John and Mase both playing for England .... look how happy Mason looks 😁 (mind you I would be wearing a big smile like that if I was standing that close to John!!🤭)

[jchnstones]

harry: she thinks she’s better than me, just know it. not a chance mate.

dec: oi, look at that precision. the accuracy. bloody beautiful sport. you seeing what I am? ahhh yes. just exquisite.

jack: can’t believe I’ve been dragged here. again. would rather relive the hangover from the parade tbh.

mase: happy to be here. what a great day m’lady!

trent: what’s for dinner?

[ohmyeyesmyeyes]

MASON MOUNT ONESHOT

ALWAYS ENOUGH

( WARNING: swearing, fluff, little bit of angst? )

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‘Are you here yet?’

Yet another text from Ben.

You sighed, picking up your phone to read it, before typing out a response that earned silence from the other side.

“We’re here.” The taxi driver said, pulling up in front of a familiar London townhouse, and an even more familiar figure pacing outside, his attention so focused on his phone that he didn’t even notice the doors of the taxi slamming.

“Thanks,” you smiled at the driver, taking your suitcase from their hands gently, but their gaze seemed to be on the footballer on the front steps.

“Is that—” they asked, stuttering in awe at the sight of Ben Chilwell casually waiting outside.

“Yeah,” you answered, and their gaze flickered back to you, almost snapping out of the adoring trance, “you a big Chelsea fan?”

“My entire family is,” the driver nodded, their eyes flicking back up to Ben every few seconds, who still hadn’t noticed your much anticipated arrival.

“I can introduce you if you want?” You asked, slowly dragging your suitcase up the stairs, your eyes still on Connor, the young driver (he’d told you he was saving up for university and had a couple of jobs on the side to save up money).

“Um…if it’s not too much trouble?” He asked, nervously scratching the back of his head as he fiddled with his keys.

“It’s fine, trust me, he’ll be more than happy.”

You lugged your suitcase up the stone steps, backpack in hand, and it was the nearing sound of hard footsteps that seemed to alert Ben to the commotion of the outside world.

His face lit up in relief and he pocketed his phone, rushing forwards to take your suitcase out of your hands despite your protests, not before pressing a quick kiss on your cheek in greeting.

“Thank god you're here—”

“Wait, before you tell me how amazing it is to see me, Connor — my taxi driver — he’s a massive Chelsea fan—”

At your words, Ben placed the suitcase on the floor, a smile on his face, the woes and troubles of reality wiped from his mind.

“He is.” You nodded, “he was really nice, too, very polite.”

“I’ll be just a minute. Here, let yourself in, I’ll only be a five minute walk away if you need anything. It’s amazing to see you.” And with that, he planted a key in your hand, pressing the cold metal into your palm, and he made his way down the steps, greeting a still-anxious Connor with a smile.

You wasted no time in sending one last wave to the boys at the bottom of the stairs, before twisting the key in the lock, throwing open the door and dragging all of your belongings into the hallway and locking the door behind you again.

At the scraping and the dull think of your rucksack on the floor, you half expected a sleepy Mason to emerge from the top of the stairs, but to no avail.

The curtains were all drawn, plunging the entire floor into darkness, the only slithers of light slipping out from the gaps next to the windows.

You slid off your shoes and shrugged off your coat, placing it on the hook by the door, and with an unexpectedly pounding heart, you snuck upstairs, making a beeline for the bedroom.

Mason was always a reluctant early riser, whether he liked it or not. The early times set for training seemed to have drilled an internal clock into his mind because whenever you stayed over at his, or he stayed at yours, he was always the first one awake. But it was an unspoken rule that he always, always, always had to get out of bed before 11.

That was the first sign that Ben was right, because Mason was still tucked away in the dark, his eyes glued shut and it was half past one in the afternoon.

The second sign: clothes and paraphernalia littering the bedroom floor. It was so cluttered that you struggled to differentiate between the bedroom floor and the various objects. Mason hated too much mess, he said it ‘clogged up his ability to think straight, and if he couldn't think straight how was he supposed to function properly?’

The only thing that seemed to ease your mind was the fact that he was shirtless. No matter the season or the temperature or the weather, Mason hated wearing shirts to bed. If he got cold, he’d pull the duvet right up to his chin and unconsciously search for a heater — which usually ended up being you, but you weren’t about to complain.

The only difference in this room was that the curtain blocking the light was pulled slightly farther to one side, bathing the far side of the room in the light glow of a March midday.

You sighed silently, your heart breaking for the boy curled up in bed, the duvet pulled down to his pants as he laid on his side, face resting in the gap between the two pillows placed across the top of the bed.

You didn’t bother to shut the door behind you as you tiptoed to the bed, half hesitating as to whether you should wake him up or leave him for a little while longer.

You carefully made your way round to the other side of the bed — it was unspoken, but it was typically reserved for you — and you lifted up the covers, crawling across the mattress and placing yourself next to him.

He didn’t stir, his small breaths continuing to tickle the ends of his hair, of which was the messiest you’d ever seen it. Locks were sticking out in all directions, as if he’d run his hand through his hair too many times.

You lifted yourself up on your elbow, glad your hair was tied up and out of the way, before pressing light kisses to his bare shoulder in attempts to wake him up without startling him too much.

It didn’t take long for Mason to stir, groaning as he tilted his head more towards you, eyebrows furrowed. His eyes were still shut and he muttered some incomprehensible babble, still half asleep.

You took the liberty of running your hand through his hair, nails scratching his scalp lightly.

He sighed in satisfaction, slowly peeling his eyes open.

“Hi,” You whispered, pulling your hand away.

He blinked, trying to comprehend you were in front of him.

Slowly but surely, the corners of his mouth upturned, and he offered a sleepy smile, his eyelids still heavy with exhaustion.

“Hi.” He whispered, burying his head further into the pillow and stretching out, before sighing and turning back to you.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, sniffing slightly as he furrowed his brows.

“Am I not allowed to see my boyfriend if I miss him?”

He rolled his eyes, scooting closer to you and interlocking your legs, putting his head on your shoulder as you rolled onto your back.

“I thought you had uni?” He murmured, breath tickling your neck.

“I finished term yesterday.”

“You did?”

You hummed, returning your hand to mess with his hair.

“So Chilly didn’t…mention anything?”

“He’s worried about you.” You answered, feeling him let out a huff. “So’s Tammy, and quite frankly, I am too.”

“You don’t need to be, I’m fine.” He protested, tightening his grip on you.

You rolled your eyes, scoffing in disbelief.

“So,” you reached your hand into the pocket of your hoodie, unlocking it and scrolling through your recent contacts, “if I ring Dec and tell him what you’ve been up to this week, he’ll also think you’re fine?”

At your words, Mason lifted his head up, scowling as he saw your thumb hovering over the ring icon on Declan’s contact.

“Fine.” he relented, not moving back to his previous position until you’d put your phone on the bedside table and out of sight. “I’m just having one of those weeks where I just feel rubbish and there’s no particular…” he trailed off.

“Reason?” You offered, feeling him nod in agreement.

“That’s it, I promise. You don’t have to worry.” He said, closing his eyes.

“Mase?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t believe you.”

He groaned, letting out a frustrated laugh at your persistence.

The reaction alone had you pursing your lips to stop yourself from smiling.

He untangled himself from you and sat up, the covers falling to his waist as he ran a hand through his hair and over his face, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Whenever he got himself worked up about something, it was always easier to let him sort it out himself and let him take his time instead of pressing him into giving a reason immediately.

Which was why got off the bed and made your way downstairs, opening the curtains and letting the light flood into the rooms. You entered the kitchen, pulling the necessary pans and ingredients from the cupboards.

You’d made a few pancakes by the time Mason resurfaced and showed his face, basketball shorts on and an old hoodie from the bottom of his wardrobe.

He’d seated himself at the kitchen counter, head in his hands and his eyes fixating on the plate of pancakes in front of him.

“Okay,” he started, and you took a sip of your coffee, placing some pancakes on your own plate and moving to sit opposite him on the stool, “you know how...with Derby and Lampard? He took me to Chelsea and it’s just...what if I’m not worth all the...you know?” He muttered, not daring to look at you.

You froze, your fork halfway to your mouth.

“Sometimes I just don’t feel good enough.” He finished, sighing and reaching to cut up his pancakes.

“You what?” You echoed, heart hammering in your chest.

“I don’t feel good enough,” he said smally.

“Mason, Mason, Mason.” You said, putting your fork down, “You have never been anything but good enough. More than good enough, actually. And if you ask anyone you know, they’ll say the same—”

“But, the fans—”

“Bullshit, the fans don’t know you. They don’t see the work you put into your performance, do they? Lampard picked you because he saw potential, and I’m willing to bet quite a bit of money on the fact that he saw a bit of himself in you. You are one of the most talented people I have ever met, okay?” You said softly, watching as he pursed his lips in frustration, putting his hand up to protest.

“You have to say that—”

“Just because I ‘have to say that’ doesn’t make it any less true.” You insisted, pausing as he softened his expression. “As for being a so-called ‘waste of time’? You’re anything but. Would Chilly have been waiting outside all morning if you weren’t worth it?”

“Chilly was here?” He asked, unable to hide the shock in his tone.

“Who do you think I got the spare key off?” You asked, offering a smile.

“I actually had one copied yesterday—” he knitted his brows together, making the movements to get off the bar stool to go retrieve it for you.

“I’m trying to tell you something important here and you’re ruining it by being thoughtful.” You laughed, stopping him from leaving by catching his hand.

“I’m sorry.” He sat back down, squeezing your hand.

“Don’t be. But before I forget: I was in Manchester last night and I should be in Portsmouth right now, but I’m here, and I wouldn’t be here of all places if I didn’t think you weren’t worth it…or important.” You shrugged.

“That just makes me feel guilty.” Mason winced, scrunching his nose.

“My parents have already had 18 years of me living with them, I think going home can be delayed a little longer.”

“You’re staying?”

“Only if you want me to.”

“Yeah, I want you to.” He said quickly, meeting your eyes.

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

“Thanks.”

“Any time.” You smiled.

“You really think I’m the most talented person you’ve ever met?” He asked, a teasing grin on his face.

“You want to go on Britain’s Got Talent?” You dodged the question, taking your hand out of Mason’s grip.

He let out a laugh, one you hadn’t heard in a while. It was hard not to reciprocate.

“So you’re ignoring me now?” He asked, leaning over his plate to try to invade your peripheral vision.

You shook your head, refusing to meet his eyes to hide the smirk on your face, “Your pancakes are getting cold.”

[masonsrem]

fuck me it actual feels like the euro heartbreak all over again, i had my hopes up

[mrsmount16]

heyyy please could u do one where he’s really soft to you in front of his or your fam and they think it’s really cute

Hey lovely, ofc I can. Sorry this has taken SO long, I honestly was so ill and had a huge migraine for at least 4 days straight. I'm feeling lots better now though and I'm getting through the responses :).

Warnings: None

Going on holiday with yours and Masons family was something that happened every year now. You'd been together for 4 years and three times you have been on a big family holiday and you was already speaking about the next. You loved spending time with all your families together, and it helped that they all got on well.

It was beach day today, so all the adults claimed their sun lounges and all the kids had their inflatables and ran off to jump in the sea and build sandcastles in the hot sun.

You and Mason were on a sun lounge, you between his legs with your back pressed against his chest. Chatting about anything and laughing about everything.

"You guys are so good together still after theses four years." His mother said looking over at you two.

"Isn't everyone like this if they're in a couple? Its normal mom." He chuckled.

"Yeah but, you know, you guys are together all the time, it's nothing bad I find it adorable that you love each other so much and it really shows."

You smiled and looked back at Mason, leaving a small peck on his lips.

"Yeah, I try to show how much I love him all the time. It's not easy when he's always away." You stated, looking at his mom.

"Yeah, I bet. Makes it all the more sweeter when he returns after a while though."

"Oh definitely. Even though I always miss him like mad."

Mason chuckled behind you.

"Whats funny?" You turned to look at him.

"You miss me and admit it." He smiled.

"Shh. I'm going to swim." You got up.

"Race you there." He jumped up and started to run backwards towards the sea "Come on slow coach."

You huffed and turned to his mom, shaking your head and laughing, grabbing a float and starting to walk towards him.

"I'm so happy that they stuck together." His mom stated to yours.

"Yeah, ever since he's been in her life she honestly has never been as happy."

"I agree, they were definitely made for each other."