Ooh I didn't know you were taking requests, if you don't mind could I request either a Mason or Ben angst with a lot of jealousy that could maybe turn in to a bigger problem that they have to resolve x
Mason Mount Imagine | eleven
Author’s note: Made it about Mason because I think more people will be interested, but Ben also features in it and is the reason why everything happens. I hope you like it, and as always thank you for reading and in this case for your request too! 💜 (Female reader/pov)
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“And how is your French going? Have you already said something you shouldn't?” I say with a teasing smile.
“Ha ha ha” Ben replies over facetime, rolling his eyes. “You are so funny.”
“I know” I smile. “But have you spoken in French already or not?”
“Yes, I have. I went to the grocery shop the other day and the cashier understood me perfectly. You should have seen the way she smiled at me.”
“That probably was because she found you pretty” I laugh.
“Whatever” he replies. “Anyway, when are you and Mase going to come visit me? I miss you, guys.”
“And we miss you too, Ben. Don't we?” I ask Mason.
“Yeah” he says, his eyes focused on the game he's watching.
“When you said you were moving to Strasbourg I googled it and during Christmas it looked beautiful. Or at least in the photos I saw. So maybe we could go around that time. What do you think, Mason?”
“Yeah” he replies again, still looking at the tv.
“I don't know if coming during winter is going to be the best choice, tho. We both know how easily Mason gets cold” Ben says.
“As if you were any better” I snort.
“I am” he replies, sticking out his tongue. “And I have to go, I'm meeting some of my teammates for dinner. Talk to you soon, ok?”
“Ok” I smile. “Have fun, Ben.”
“You too” he winks before hanging up.
“You could have been nicer, you know?” I tell Mason.
“Uh?”
“With Ben. You could have been nicer. He's one of your best friends.”
“I'm sorry if I'm not in the mood to take part in your flirting.”
“Our what?” I laugh.
“Your flirting. Every time you facetime you sound more like a couple than friends.”
“That's nonsense, Mason.”
“Is it?” he says, finally looking at me.
“Yes, it is. We just talk like two friends do. Haven't you listened to me talking to my girlfriends? I'm the same with them, we tease each other the same way.”
“But they are your girl friends.”
“Wait, that is the problem here? That Ben is a guy?”
“No” he says, back to looking at the tv.
“Then why did you emphasize that they are my girl friends? Can't I have friends who are men?”
“Of course you can!”
“Then what is the problem? Why is me being friends with Ben different?”
“Because he…”
“He?” I say, arching an eyebrow.
“Because you used to fancy him.”
“I… Oh my God, Mason. Are you jealous?” I laugh.
“Should I?” he says, looking at me again.
“Of course not! Ben is my friend and you are my boyfriend! I love you!”
“Are you sure about that?”
“About what?”
“About me being your boyfriend. About loving me.”
“Mason, what…”
“Because you used to fancy Ben, remember? The night we met you were there to meet him. He was the only reason why you attended that party, because you wanted your friend to introduce you to him.”
“Yes, I know. But then I met you and I forgot about Ben.”
“But only because he ignored you the whole night and you were pissed at him” he says, crossing his arms over his chest.
“That's not true and you know it, Mason. I met you before I met him, and when we were finally introduced, I chose to stay with you instead of having a drink with him like he asked me to.”
“You did that because you knew he wasn't interested in you.”
“I did that because I liked you. Because I was having fun with you and wanted to get to know you better.”
“Yes, me. The second prize. The consolation one.”
“What? That’s bullshit, Mason.”
“That's the truth” he says, getting up from the sofa and leaving the room.
“Bullshit” I say, following him. “You are no second prize. You are the most amazing guy I've ever met and among many other things that's why I love you. Because you are fun, and charming, and caring, and loving, and obviously hot, and…”
“And so is Ben.”
“No, he isn't.”
“Then why are you friends with him? Why are you so close?”
“Because... Ok, fine. He is some of those things too and that's why I like him and we are friends. But it isn't the same. I don't love him. I don't feel for him the same things I feel for you.”
“Yeah. Ben doesn't make you feel like he's a liability” he says when we both make it to the kitchen, opening the fridge and getting a beer.
“What?”
“I'm a liability. I've just made your life miserable since we started dating.”
“Mason, what are you talking about?”
“That I made you move to a different city to be with me, away from your friends and family, and for what, uh? To take care of me because I've been constantly injured. You probably started dating me expecting to have a good life, and you've gotten a shitty one where the only thing you do is play nurse. And not in a fun way.”
“That I what?” I say, raising my voice. “Mason, are you implying that I'm with you because you have money? Because you can give me a good life?” I say, air quoting the last two words.
“Why else would you be with me and willingly go through all we've gone through?”
“Maybe because I love you?”
“Or because since you couldn't get Ben you decided to stick with me to get closer to him until the moment you get a chance with him. And when that happens you will leave me to be with him, the one you always wanted, and forget about me” he shrugs.
“I can't believe what I'm hearing, Mason. I can't fucking believe it” I laugh.
“Your life would have been a lot better with him. Admit it.”
“Would have? Are you sure of that? Because since you and I started dating, he hasn't spent most of his time injured too. And worse. He didn't get to play for six months, had to leave his club during the winter to play for another, and then the next season he had to leave and move to a different country. How is that better, Mason? How? And don't say that because he's the one I've always wanted.”
“But it is the truth, isn't it? You fancied Ben and went to that party because of him, not me.”
“I did, yes! But then I met you and I fell for you, not him! You!”
“Yes, me. The consolation prize.”
“The… Oh my God, Mason! Stop it!”
“Why? Does hearing the truth hurt?”
“The… Fuck you, Mason. Fuck you.”
“What… where are you going?” he says as I leave the kitchen and grab my car keys.
“Away from you. That's where you want me to be, don't you? Far away.”
“I don't…”
“You don't what, Mason?” I say, turning around to face him. “You don't want me to go? After all you just told me, after all your jealousy and the way you insulted me, now you don't want me to go?”
“No” he whispers, looking down at his shoes.
“Unbelievable” I laugh. “Make up your fucking mind, Mason! What do you want? Do you want me to stay or not? Do you want me to be with you or with Ben? What the fuck do you want?”
“I just... I...” he mumbles as he looks at me, tears starting to roll down his cheeks.
“You what?”
“I don't want you to go, but I can't help but feel like I don't deserve you! That you should be with someone else, someone better than me!”
“Someone like Ben?” I say crossing my arms over my chest.
“Yes! Because he isn't this insecure pathetic man who keeps sabotaging his relationship because he thinks he isn't worthy of the woman he is dating. Because he keeps thinking he is not worthy of her love and her time. Because you keep making sacrifices for me and to be with me, and what do I do for you, uh? Just fail again and again, on and off the pitch. I just want to make you happy… for you to be happy, and I can't. I can't do that. I just fail and fail and…”
“Mason” I say before wrapping my arms around him when he starts crying, his sobs shaking his whole body. “It's ok, Mason. Let it all out.”
“My life has been a complete disaster since I left London” he says when he manages to find his voice again. “Everything that could go wrong has gone wrong. From my fitness, to the way the team is performing and all the issues at the club, to us.”
“Things between us haven't been a disaster, Mason.”
“But I made you leave your home for me, and what have I done in return? Just fail. Get injured over and over again. I haven't been enough for you. I am not enough for you.”
“Mason” I say, moving to cup his face and make him look at me. “You are more than enough for me.”
“I'm not. If I was, I would have not let you down over and over again. If I was, I would be on the pitch making you proud every day. But I'm not. I'm just sitting on the stands, watching my team suck.”
“You can't save the whole team, you know. It is a team, not something individual.”
“But I could help! I could make you proud!”
“Mason, you make me proud.”
“Sure” he snorts.
“You do” I say, caressing his cheek and wiping away some of his tears. “Because you don't give up, Mason. And you are right, things have sucked a lot lately. It's as if someone has a voodoo doll and is having the time of their life by making you suffer since you moved to Manchester. But despite all that, you haven't given up. You've kept fighting, moving forward, training your ass literally and figuratively to be at your best and help the team. To be back on that pitch. And you've done it. You've been back and you've shown how good you are. Because you are good, Mason. One of the best. And that's just as a football player. Because as a person you are the best I've ever known and one that makes me proud every single day. Because despite life sending you blow after blow, you keep moving forward with that smile of yours I love so much, the one that's all dimples. You don't fucking give up. And that's why I love you, Mason. I love you and I'm going to keep saying it until you stop this nonsense about you not being worthy and me being better off with someone else. Because I'm not. I love you, I want to be with you, and please stop me before I start rambling. You know that when I start it's hard for me to stop.”
“Yeah” he chuckles, finally smiling even if it is just a little bit. “But I… I needed to hear all this.”
“Then I will repeat it as often as you need it. Because you aren't any consolation prize, and I don't regret a single thing that has happened since the day I met you. Nothing. Because you are worthy and I love you, Mason. I freaking love you, you hear me?”
“I freaking love you too” he says. “And I'm sorry I said those things earlier. The jealousy and me implying that you just were with me because… Because the life I could give you. That was… God, that was horrible” he says, running a hand through his hair. “But I just… I…” he says before starting to cry again.
“Mason, I think you need to talk with someone" I say, hugging him again. "Someone who isn't me or a friend or family member. Someone… professional. I think you've been keeping inside a lot of things since we left London, and even though some of them are now out… There is more, isn't it?”
“There is, yes” he sighs.
“Then this is what we are going to do" I say, moving to look at him and wiping away the last of his tears. "Tomorrow I'll drive you to training and we will go talk with Rúben. Tell him you need someone to talk to and ask him if the club could help us find that person.”
“You… you would do that for me?”
“I would do anything for you, Mason. I am here for you. Always. And do you know why?”
“Because you freaking love me?” he says with a little smile, the dimple on his left cheek showing.
“Exactly. So if you are ok with it, that's what we will do tomorrow. Let me help you, Mason. Let us help you.”
“Ok” he nods.
“That's my boy” I smile. “Now, why don't we go grab that beer you left in the kitchen, get one for me too, and lay on the couch and watch “The Great British Bake Off”?
“And end up ordering something sweet because you always get hungry while watching it?” he says with a teasing smile.
“That's very likely to happen, yes” I laugh. “Shall we?” I say, taking my hand on his.
“Let's go. But first…” he says, his thumb caressing my knuckles. “First let me apologize once again for being a dick and for the things I told you. For hurting you the way I did.”
“Apology accepted l” I say, kissing his cheek.
“Thank you” he says. “So cuddles, beer and bake off?”
“Cuddles, beer and bake off” I reply. “I love you, Mason. Never ever doubt that.”
“I love you too” he smiles, that dimple on his left cheek showing in all its glory.