Summary: you and Mason do the 'we listen and we don't judge' challenge
Word Count: 370 word, short little blurb <3
Authors Note: tbh not tiktok people but we thought this was a cute prompt. this is my first fic ever, pls enjoy! -🦷
You set your phone up on the bathroom counter while Mason adjusts his hair in the mirror.
“What are we doing again,” he mumbles, distracted by a patch of spiky hair.
“The we listen and we don’t judge thing,” you say as you adjust the phone, “people have been requesting it in my comments for weeks.” He nods, turning to kiss your cheek as you press record.
“We listen and we don’t judge,” You clasp your hands together. “Mase, we have to say it together!”
He throws his hands up, breaking into a small smile. You turn back to the camera, “Okay, I’ll go first.”
You turn to the camera and whisper conspiratorially, “Sometimes, when you’re at physio, I let the puppy on the couch.” He breaks into laughter, the two of you just barely managing to choke out “We listen and we don’t judge.”
Mason clears his throat and tries to supress a smile, “Sometimes instead of separating the laundry, I throw it all in at once.”
“Is that why my socks are pink?” You say in fake indignation.
“We listen and we don’t judge,” the two of you chorus. Trying to remain composed, you choke out, “Sometimes when you talk about golf, I think about what we’re eating for dinner instead.”
He turns to you with an overexaggerated pout, pausing to think for a moment. He turns away from you sheepishly, “One time while I was putting the dishes away, I broke two of your wine glasses and never told you.”
Your eyes widen and you turn towards him, “You told me they were at the back of the cabinet!”
“I’ll replace them eventually!” He protests, trying to wrap an arm around you. Looking at him with fake annoyance, you spit out, “Sometimes I eat in the bed when you aren’t home.”
At this, he looks at you horrified, “Babe, that’s disgusting…” You turn and hide your face. He takes this chance to say, “Sometimes after I put on my shoes and I forget something, I walk through the house with them on.” You whip your head around, your jaw dropped, “Mase!”
The two of you break out laughing, his arms wrapping around you, the video long forgotten.
You had only been dating Mason for a couple of months when he casually mentioned he’d been thinking about getting a dog. At the time, it was more of an offhand comment during a walk in the park, where he pointed out someone’s German shepherd and said, “I’ve always wanted a dog like that—loyal, smart, just... a proper companion, you know?”
You’d nodded, smiling at the thought of him with a dog, but you hadn’t realized how serious he was about it. So, when you walked into his flat one evening after work and were immediately greeted by a massive, fluffy German shepherd bounding toward you, you froze in your tracks.
“Oh my god,” you exclaimed, stumbling back a step as the dog stopped in front of you, tail wagging furiously and eyes bright with curiosity. “Mason?”
From somewhere in the kitchen, Mason called out, “Don’t worry, he’s friendly!” He appeared a moment later, drying his hands on a towel and grinning as he saw you frozen in the doorway. “Meet Ace.”
Your jaw dropped. “You got a dog? When?”
“This morning,” he said, crouching down to ruffle Ace’s ears. The dog wagged his tail even harder, leaning into Mason’s touch before glancing back at you, as if inviting you to join.
“You just—" you paused, still processing. “You just went out and got a dog?”
Mason laughed, standing up and walking over to you. “Okay, it’s not as impulsive as it sounds. I’ve been talking to a breeder for a few weeks. He’s a rescue, actually. They were looking for the right home for him, and I couldn’t say no when I met him.”
You looked down at Ace, who was now sitting patiently, staring up at you with the most soulful brown eyes. “He’s gorgeous,” you said softly, reaching out a hand.
Ace sniffed your fingers, then gave them a big lick, making you laugh. Mason grinned. “He likes you. That’s a good sign.”
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It didn’t take long for you to fall in love with Ace. Over the next few weeks, you and Mason worked together to settle him into his new home. You helped pick out toys, spent hours playing fetch in the park, and even stayed over a few nights to keep him company while Mason was out for late practices.
Before long, Ace decided you were his favorite. Every time you came over, he’d greet you at the door, his tail wagging so hard it looked like it might fly off. He’d bring you his favorite toy and rest his head on your lap while you sat on the couch, his big, warm eyes melting your heart.
One weekend, Mason had to leave for an away game, and he didn’t hesitate to ask if you’d stay with Ace. “He’d miss you more than me, anyway,” he joked, handing you the spare key.
By the time Mason got back, Ace had firmly cemented his spot as your biggest fan. Mason teased you endlessly about it.
“I don’t get it,” he said one evening, watching Ace follow you around the kitchen while you cooked. “I’m the one who feeds him, walks him, gives him treats, and he’s still obsessed with you.”
You shrugged, smirking. “Maybe he just has good taste.”
Mason rolled his eyes, but the smile on his face told you he didn’t mind sharing Ace’s affection. If anything, he seemed happy that the two of you got along so well.
Eventually, Ace became a symbol of your growing relationship with Mason—loyal, loving, and always ready to greet you with a wagging tail and a warm presence. And you couldn’t imagine life without either of them.
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Months turned into a year, and Ace had fully integrated himself into your relationship with Mason. He was always there—whether it was snuggling between you during movie nights, joining you for long walks on lazy Sundays, or sitting attentively by the table during dinner, hoping for scraps.
You and Mason often joked that Ace was the third member of your little family, but in a way, it felt true. He was always the first to greet you when you came over, and whenever Mason wrapped an arm around you on the couch, Ace would nudge his way in, settling his big head on your lap as if to say, Don’t forget about me.
One evening, Mason came home from training to find you and Ace sprawled out on the floor, playing with one of his new toys—a plush sheep that was already missing one ear.
“Having fun without me, are we?” Mason teased, leaning against the doorway with a smirk.
You looked up, grinning. “He’s very competitive. We’ve been playing tug-of-war for twenty minutes, and I think he’s winning.”
Mason walked over and plopped down beside you, scratching Ace behind the ears. “You spoil him, you know. He’s supposed to listen to me, but you’ve turned him into a softie.”
“You’re just jealous because he loves me more,” you teased, sticking out your tongue.
Mason laughed, pulling you into his side. “Yeah, yeah. But let’s not forget who picked him out in the first place.”
Ace barked as if in agreement, then flopped down with his head on Mason’s leg, his tail wagging lazily.
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Things only grew more serious between you and Mason over time, and Ace seemed to sense it. Whenever Mason wasn’t around, he’d stay glued to your side, almost like he was keeping you company in Mason’s absence.
One night, while Mason was away for an overnight match, you curled up on the couch with Ace, a blanket wrapped around you and a cup of tea in hand. The flat felt quieter without Mason’s usual energy, but Ace’s steady presence kept you grounded.
As you scratched behind his ears, you found yourself talking to him like he could understand every word. “You know,” you murmured, “if it weren’t for you, I’m not sure I’d have stayed over so often in the beginning. You made this place feel like home.”
Ace tilted his head, his big eyes meeting yours like he was trying to understand.
“And now,” you continued, your voice softer, “I can’t imagine my life without you—or Mason.”
When Mason returned the next day, you told him about your late-night confession to Ace, and he laughed, pulling you into a hug. “Well, that’s good,” he said, his voice warm. “Because Ace and I? We can’t imagine life without you, either.”
From that moment on, it felt like the three of you were building something real—something solid. Ace might have started as Mason’s dog, but over time, he became your dog too, a constant reminder of how much your life had changed since Mason walked into it. And every time Ace greeted you at the door, his tail wagging and his eyes bright, you knew you’d found something special—not just with Mason, but with the little family the three of you had created together.
summary : in which y/n and mason argue about their newborn babys favorite football team
face claim : not needed
notes : im a sucker for dad fics and as of right now mason is my no1 pookie 😝 also imagine hes still in chelsea cause i refuse to support any other london team #loyal (god i miss prime chelsea). ALSO.. if u dont support barcelona or chelsea .. idk i dont think youll like this fic so mby pretend its ur teams xxx except for Madrid 😊 (i dont hate madridistas but yk im a culer soooooo) im also now seeing that the font is apparently purple but im slightly colorblind so js ignore that thanks xx
pairings : mason mount x reader (dad!mason mount)
"NO SHOT, my baby is NOT supporting Barcelona" The Chelsea midfielder argued. You and Mason have been together for quite some time already (five years to be exact) and you've recently welcomed your firstborn son, Nicolas Mount into the world.
You were born into a family full of FC Barcelona fans, so naturally, you became one aswell. Even after meeting your boyfriend, a Chelsea player, he couldn't change your mind. Thankfully, these two teams are in different leagues so you don't have to worry about having an aneurysm everytime these two played eachother (except for the champions league and thats also just a maybe)
This was a conversation the two of you have had multiple times, even before your baby was born. It was always shrugged off but now, that your son is here. It was time to decide.
"How about everytime Barcelona plays, he wears their jersey but any other time it's your jersey?"
"I'd look unloyal and like im joining Barcelona" (ironic isn't it) the brown haired man laughs.
You playfully roll your eyes at Mason's remark, knowing that this debate wasn't going to end anytime soon.
"Oh come on, Mason. It's just a jersey, it doesn't determine his loyalty at this age, just the fact that he's not a Madrid fan"
"But it's the principle, Y/N. We can't have our little boy supporting a rival team right from the start," Mason chuckles, ruffling Nicolas' tiny hair as he sleeps peacefully in his crib.
You lean in closer, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Fine, how about this? We let him decide when he's old enough. Until then, we can take turns dressing him up in each team's gear. That way, he'll grow up knowing both teams and make his own choice."
Mason considers your proposal for a moment, a smile forming on his face. "Alright, deal. But I'm warning you, I'll be teaching him all the Chelsea chants in the meantime," he jokes, kissing your forehead.
"Okay but he has Catalan blood? He's gonna be a Culer by default"
"I'm pretty sure he's gonna be sick of both teams and become a Juventus fan by the time he can decide" The man jokes while looking at his son.
"Still better than Madrid"
yapfest part two, i put out a poll and yall said i should do this but idk if its good 😭 anyways hope you enjoyed
summary: mason’s not your boyfriend, but he might as well be. Especially when his mum thinks he is.
pairing: mason mount x fem!reader
an: in honour of the recent news. i’m glad he’s doing what best for him but it’s still sad, even though he’s (most likely) moving to my team!!!
word count: 1.1k
warnings: dodgy kissing bit xxx
feedback and reblogs appreciated!!!
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It was a cold Friday night, you were led on the couch with Mason like most nights, cuddled up under a blanket, a film muted in the background. It was like every other evening: the two of you sharing constant kisses and compliments and talking about your future plans together, but neither of you would have it any other way.
You were led against him this time, his arm round your shoulders. You were close enough to lay your head comfortably on his neck, where you would probably end up falling asleep later, but just far enough away that you had to lean over to kiss him, stopping you from doing just that the whole night.
He was quieter tonight than usual but you didn't mind. Silence with Mason was comfortable, you could sit by him for hours and not speak. You were both perfectly content with just being next to each other.
You knew something was on his mind but you weren't entirely sure what. You knew he'd tell you when he was ready, so you didn't mind and carried on focusing on the muted film, trying to grasp any idea of what was going on.
"I told my mum about you - us." He mumbled, a mix of pride and guilt flowing through his words. He didn't mean to mention you at all, not that he didn't want to but for the reason your situation was complicated: you both liked each other and knew that, both acting on your feelings for each other but with no label or exclusivity. He got just a little too tipsy at a family meal but could help but gush about you to everyone.
"Mum, have you seen her? She's so pretty and perfect, Mum. Look." He demanded, wobbling over to her, ready to show her the fourth picture of you tonight.
"Why haven't you told me about her before if you love her this much?" She was quite confused about the situation herself. She figured if he was with someone he would've told her like he usually does, but she'd also never heard him talk about someone this way before.
"Because she's too special, Mum. I don't want to lose her. Don't you think she's beautiful? You have to meet her. Have I told you how kind she is? Or about that time when we-"
He droned on about you for hours but he didn't care, he loved talking about anything to do with you, whether it was your plans for the week or how he watched you do your hair in the morning and couldn't fathom how you did it. His mum didn't mind either, not fully knowing the situation but knowing fully you were extremely special to him.
"You've told me twice, love."
"You have to meet her, Mum. I think I might love her- I think you'd love her. You have to meet her: my girl. My girl, Mum."
"How about you bring her over next time you come round? Next Sunday, or whenever you feel like it, she sounds lovely."
"She is lovely, she's just-"
"Mason, what?" You looked at him in shock: wide-eyed and mouth open. You didn't realise he would talk about you to people other than his close circle that barely had an idea of what was going on, let alone his mum.
"She thinks we're dating, she just assumed by the way I talk about you, and I really didn't want to correct her." He didn't really know why he admitted it but he also didn't regret it after looking at your face.
"Oh." You were shocked but smiling. The fact that he didn't correct her must be a good thing, right? You didn't really know what else to say - you wanted to know every detail of what he said about you but you were now also worried about what his mum thinks.
"She wants to meet you."
You didn't really know where he was taking the conversation - you weren't his girlfriend, why would he let her think that? And how were you meant to answer him when it could all get confusing and awkward with one slip up.
"Shame, she won't," you murmured, looking away from him, trying not to let him read your face - for signs of what, you didn't know.
He grabbed your chin, gently, pulling your face up to almost reach yours. "She is. This Sunday," he whispered against your lips, barely making a sound, then attaching his lips to yours before you could speak.
You let him kiss you for a moment before registering his words and pulling back, leaving your hands on his cheek and chest.
"What do you mean she is? Mason, we're not even-"
"Not yet, we're not. I promised her she could meet you, she's so excited please, baby. I'll promise you anything."
"Mase," you whined, letting him grab your face again before pulling you in to kiss him.
He was confident but soft, neither of you taking the lead, just letting your lips brush over each other. He was grinning more the longer you went on, and you could feel it making you more giddy and eager.
One of his hands moved down to your waist, pulling you in more towards him whilst the other moved under your jaw, holding your head up. Your hands were moving from his chest up to his hair, ruffling through it. He was tender and familiar, and you felt more comfortable than ever before.
You both were eventually forced to pull away but you stayed close, resting your foreheads close to one another. His hands was still holding your head up, keeping you close, as you both listened to the others heavy breathing.
"I love you," he confessed, tightening his grip on your waist, not letting you leave. He was still trying to get his breath back but couldn't resist staring at your lips, silently begging for more.
You moved your head back as far as his hand would allow you to take a proper look at him and take him all in. Your hands were still in his hair and it wouldn't take anyone long to notice how messy you've made it, along with his slightly swollen lips. He looked like the prettiest mess.
"I love you too, Mase. So much."
"Yeah?" He broke out into a massive grin, similar to you. "You do?"
"I really do." You felt warm all over, the joy bubbling up from your stomach. It felt like a moment from your dreams.
"Kiss me then." You couldn't help but comply, leaning back into him impatiently and sealing your lips together.
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Summary: Toxic friend and hot boyfriend, maybe an opportunity for some revenge
Warnings: Angst, mentions of toxic friend and partner, smut!
Notes: So long since I updated so, sorry for that. This may contain a lot of wrongs because I haven't really proofread it. So the smut is now time and all the others are in the past, flashback ish. Hope it makes sense.
Was it wrong? Probably yeah it was. But it didn't feel wrong when his lips met yours or when he touched you, no it felt fucking right.
You knew she would freak out if she saw you right now, probably scream and make a scene of what a shitty friend you were but that only made it feel even better. Knowing you pissed her off and got her back for all she'd done to you filled you with satisfaction.
It wasn't all about him but he knew that, you knew it wasn't all about you either. This was a source of revenge with a hint of built up tension.
You moaned as his lips traveled down your collarbone and chest, messy and needy. It was all a hot mess but you loved it, your arms hanging around his shoulders, fingers tickling his neck and combing through his hair as his lips wandered over you.
You and your friends had rented an airbnb in Greece for the summer, planning a well needed rest in a relaxing environment for a couple of weeks. The five people in your friend group, two external friends and five of their partners created a quite large group but that was common on your annual summer vacations. As long as everyone was nice and had a good vibe you didn't care.
There was only one creating tension, your childhood friend but there was nothing new with that. Everybody in the group knew her and her behaviors. It was just how she was, how she behaved and what she thought was cute. A real pick-me was what she was and a huge asshole at that. She never considered other peoples feelings or thoughts and not once letting somebody elses needs go before hers. In her world she was the queen and if anybody went up against her chaos broke out.
This had been the story since you were both five but it wasn't until adult-life you had understood how toxic it was and how much she was manipulating and changing you. But even with the knowledge she was still in your life.
This summer she had asked her boyfriend to tag along. He was the hot topic in your group as she always seemed to pick guys similar to herself, assholes.
But this time it was different. She had been bragging about him for as long as you could think of but for the first time she wasn't all talk. He was a footballer, something she never shut up about because apparently that was really important for everyone to know. She chatted holes in your head about how hot he was and how good he was in bed, you knew way too much without even having met the guy.
Your expectations were down the ground when you met him for the first time, expecting him to be rude or whatever but he completely floored you. He wasn't anything like her, he was sweet and funny, caring and soft. He was also unbelievably good looking, your eyes sticking to him way too often. The only question you had was how in the world she had gotten a guy like that. Someone who wasn't only way out of her league look-wise but also someone who was way too good for her. He was cheeky and flirtatious for sure but it wasn't her usual guy and it sparked something.
He made you feel like you skin was on fire. Fingertips leaving a trail of heat as they wandered down your body. You were on his bed now, his kisses making your head tilt back as he nipped at the sensitive skin. You couldn't recall the last time you'd felt this hot, like you were burning up but in a very pleasant way.
When his fingers reached the hem of your underwear you could no longer control the soft whines that left your mouth. The timid looking guy who had been so shamefully sweet and gentle was completely gone as he chuckled at you laying there, needy and whiny. He held a smirk on his face that told you everything you needed to know.
His face hovered over yours as he teased your clit carefully, almost mocking your needy state as his fingers just barely touched you before drawing away. It was such a risky thing to do, in a house filled with all of your friends and maybe also her. Yet here you were, letting him touch you in such an intimate way with no remorse.
The first couple of days were fine, Mason came into the group perfectly and she was suddenly more pleasant to be around whenever he was there. You didn't know if she honestly liked him or if he was just too attractive to give up but something made her stick around so far, something she usually never did. But again, he was something different.
It was one week in when you could see the usual pattern begin with her. The avoiding, icing and searching for validation started but Mason didn't seem to care. He held a nice smile on his face and searched for more company with you and the others instead which nobody had a problem with, well except from her of course. She was the one who should take distance and not the other way around. So the more he was with you and the others the more annoying she got, starting shit against him and you all for every small thing possible.
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"What?" she snarled in a monotone voice
You shrugged, not really doing anything to deserve the tone she was giving you from where she sat in the arm-chair with a grouchy look.
"You have something to tell me?" she scoffed at your nonchalant shrug, wanting more than that from you.
"No? What would that be?" you tiredly asked. She had been a real bitch the last couple of days, constantly nagging every single one of you, remarking and claiming something. You were still annoyed over how she acted last night towards Mason having had a go at him for sitting on the sofa with you and one of your other friends. The shaming was completely uncalled for and the poor guy had looked extremely uncomfortable as she cussed him out.
"Uh, oh I don't know" she sarcastically exclaimed, holding her hand in front of her mouth dramatically. "Maybe that you fancy Mason!"
You could't help the laughter that escaped your mouth at her words "I'm what?"
"You totally like him y/n, I don't get how you could do this to me"
Shaking your head was the only thing you could do "I don't fancy anyone!"
"Then explain last night" she huffed stubbornly, folding her arms over her chest stubbornly. "What to explain? You were a complete bitch and I just defended the poor guy when you treated him like complete shit and it was completely uncalled for!"
"Oh stop it, I did not treat him like shit and I had every right to call him out"
A scoff left your mouth "It was not right, he didn't even do shit just sat down in a sofa"
She clicked her tongue in annoyance but letting it go at that unfolding her arms again as she looked at you "Sorry I just actually like this guy and the way you were behaving was just not okay"
Steam was basically blowing from your ear as you swallowed thickly, telling yourself to let it go but fuck if you didn't wanna scream at her face.
Instead for shouting and slapping her you changed the subject "you actually like him?"
A shrug painted her expression "like and like, I mean he is extremely attractive and the sex is so so good"
Eyes rolling you left the room, having to unless she wanted a fist in her jaw. Of course she was only attracted to him.
His long sleek fingers picked up their pace, two sliding in and out of you whilst his thumb stroke your clit in small precise circles. You were close, so so terribly close, just lingering on the edge and you envied her for getting this for the last month. Suddenly it made sense as to why she had stuck around him. He was just that good, but of course he was much more than sex.
A cry tickled your tongue, the aware part of your being begging him to stop you from screaming out loud from the brewing orgasm that was just just there.
"Fuck Mason"
He still held that stupid smug smirk all over his face and he looked so proud and cocky. "Hmm, does that feel good?" he hummed, tilting his head mockingly as you nodded frantically, silently asking him not to stop.
"This turns you on, dosen't it. Knowing that we could so easily be heard and caught huh? You love it"
No coherent words left your mouth as he pushed you over the edge. It was euphoric, eyes squeezed closed, teeth biting down on his shoulder to keep quite.
He grinned at you as he helped you ride out your orgasm, his hand rubbing your hip gently as you collapsed in his sheets.
"You are so much better than I thought" you sighed out with a content smile on you face as he kissed your shoulder.
"What are you doing?" you asked from your seat on the couch, tilting your head up to look at her as she gathered her stuff from the hall-bench. "Uh, I'm going out" she shrugged, dressing in her jacket and fixing up her hair.
"Uhh, okay? What about our plans then?" you questioned feeling astonished by her unbothered state.
She pulled a face "You'll be fine without me" she waved you off "What about Mason, you gonna leave him here?"
"Yeah, what about it?"
A scoff left your mouth before you could stop it "Well maybe it is a bit rude, don't you think? You invite him on a holiday with your friends he has never met before and then you leave him?"
Her infamous eye-roll played in front of your eyes, her hand grasping her phone "He will survive, don't need to be so dramatic"
You shook your head as she walked out the door, slamming it behind her like a teenage kid. "Fucking stupid" you cursed out after her
"It's for the better"
You tilted your head back over the back of the couch, smiling as you saw Mason in the opening to the kitchen
"Hm?"
"I appreciate you standing up to her but it's for the better she goes huh?"
Your eyebrows raised at him in amusement "Things not going too great?"
The sigh he let out told you enough, chuckling you patted the couch, signaling for him to come closer.
He did so without hesitation, a smile displaying on his face as he plumped down dramatically. "So, tell me. How did you find someone like her"
He shrugged "Party, she got onto me, I was horny, we fucked and then it was repeated. One night she asked me to go with you guys and I didn't have anything else planned so I thought why not"
"Well, I guess. Although I would say you're stupid for going with her without knowing her"
"Probably your right, I mean this trip is fantastic and there are all nice people but phew she is...a lot"
You smiled, leaning back into the couch and tucking your legs underneath you "tell me about it"
He had you on your back, his dick filing you and making you feel fuzzy. His eyes glazed over as he leaned over you, prompting you to wrap your arms around his shoulders as he never let up his pace.
His hot breath fanned your face, small sounds leaving his lips as he started to get close.
"Fuck" you whined as his thumb traveled down your body and started to rub your sensitive clit. It was too much and too little at the same time, your orgasm crawling closer and closer before it snapped.
You were happy, content as you sat in the restaurant chair looking out on the cozy street. It was your fifteenth day here and things felt good, the group was great and it was a lot of fun and relaxing, just what you needed for the summer.
Mason really had came into the group great, everybody liking him and asking him to tag along since she didn't exactly try with him anymore.
It was light chatter, laughs and drinks in the afternoon lightning, it all made you feel like a teenager again. Summer with friends when there were no big problems, it was all light and easy.
The food was nice and the weather pleasant. You were sat next to Mason and one of your other friends. She was sitting opposite Mason, chatting with your friend who sat next to her.
"How was your food?"
You smiled at him, pushing the plate towards him, prompting him to taste as you hadn't missed the eager look he had given your plate all evening.
He chuckled, dropping his head as he realized he had been caught "Come on, it's fine, taste" you giggled, smiling as he took a piece of the pasta you had ordered.
"Fuck that is as good as it looks" he hummed in appreciation taking another spoonful of your food
"Your's isn't good?" you chuckled, raising your eyebrows "No no it is" he confirmed, smiling sheepishly.
Mason was easy to be with, easy to talk to and always funny to be around. He had spent a lot of time with you, talking about his family, his football and niece. Never a boring moment.
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"Are you done flirting so we can go?" Her dry tone made everyone look up from what they were doing, sensing a storm coming to ruin the otherwise great evening.
You sighed, clicking your tongue in annoyance as she glared at you, her arms folded over her chest. "What" you huffed out, trying to not trigger her further.
"What do you mean what, you have been flirting with him all night. He came here with me, not you so I don't understand what you are doing"
A dry chuckle escaped your lips, your body lightning up with annoyance and underlying anger. "Okay, well what if I was flirting with him, what difference would it make?"
"You know he came here as my guest, he is with me"
"Yeah I know that but I didn't feel like it was a big deal since you've pretended that he didn't exist this past week"
"Oh shut up I have not you're just so fucking jealous, aren't you? Can't even let me have him"
You shook your head "Let you have him, do you even hear yourself? You treated him like fucking shit and I can't even talk to him?"
"Stop acting like you're better than me all the fucking time, you're not!"
You pursed your lips, referring from screaming and making a scene in the restaurant. After this trip you would cut her off for good. At least that's what you wanted but it was also what you'd wanted to do for the past five years but somehow, somehow she always managed to claw you back to her possession.
Mason looked pretty uncomfortable as he sat looking down at the table, not knowing what to say or do in the whole ordeal.
"All I'm doing is talking to him and making him feel okay in the group, that's all and that's more than what I can say about you"
"Stop the bullshit y/n, you have heart-eyes for him, practically begging him to sleep with you"
You scoffed shaking your head feeling incredolous, not knowing what to do.
"You know what, fuck you" you spat, pushing yourself up from the chair and walking off.
You walked back to the villa, still fuming with anger and rage quickly discarding your shoes and taking a moment to just scream, let all frustrations out. You changed to your pj's before walking out to the terrace to cool down.
It wasn't even fifteen minutes until you heard someone enter the villa, knowing who it was before he even found you outside.
"Hey, you ok?" Mason smiled sweetly, popping his head out through the door
You smiled softly at him "Yeah yeah, all fine"
He nodded, walking to you on the deck and sat down opposite to you "She is always like that with you huh?"
"Well always and always, not when she wants something from me" you spoke in an annoyed tone, pulling a face as he chuckled at you
"Why are you friends with her then?"
You laughed, dropping your head back "I am not really but it's just... complicated"
Mason nodded, he could understand it with being childhood friends and all so he didn't bug more about it.
"Well if it makes you feel better I don't mind you flirting with me"
You laughed out loud, leaning back on your hands on the tree deck. "I don't think I'm flirting that hard"
"Nah not that hard but i'm just saying I wouldn't mind it"
"You want me to flirt with you some more? Tell you how pretty you are and how much I want you?" you joked, grinning at him as he pursed his lips, nodding "wouldn't mind it"
You laughed again, tilting your head at him as silence settled in the warmth of Greece.
There was tension in the air, hovering over you both as you sat there, simply looking at each other before Mason took the first step. "If i'm completely out of line here and misjudged the situation you're allowed to slap me" he smiled as he came forward, slowly meeting his lips with yours as you giggled at him, welcoming his lips greedily.
"I mean I know this was about revenge, but fuck me" he sighed stretching his body out on his bed, tilting his head back to look at you who sat against the headboard, you knee tucked up into your chest and a content smile on your face.
"It wasn't all about revenge" you smiled, feeling a warm feeling in your chest as he rested his head against your legs. "No?"
"No" you concluded, you weren't able to restrain yourself from running your fingers through his hair. His smile was dazzling, showing his perfect teeth and glimmering eyes. Convincing you that it truly wasn't all about revenge.
