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no way u really made me a character 🥺🥺 but on serious note,this series is mind blowing u guys have to read this😍😍

juno! j.b pt.3

my knuckles rapidly knock on mel’s door as i try to tame my breath. when the door finally swings open i see mel let out a long sigh, obviously not expecting me.

“what are you doing here, idiot? you told me i was supposed to get you at four it’s three!”

“i couldn’t do it. it reminded me of a dentist you know? and they had these stupid magazines with those quizzes on what season you are and then the receptionist kept giving me the evil eyes and kept trying to give me these weird condoms that made her boyfriends balls smell like pie and oh su-chin was there! did you know that the baby has fingernails? i mean can you believe it! fingernails!”

mel grimaces yet her eyes are amused.

“oh, gross. do you reckon the baby could scratch your vag when it comes out” 

i ignore her comment.

“i’m staying pregnant, mel”

she shushes me quickly.

“keep your voice down mate, my mum’s creeping around somewhere. she doesn’t that we’re you know”, her voice goes down into a whisper “…sexually active.”

what does that even mean?

“ oh… well i was thinking about everything and i thought ‘oh! there’s someone out there that would want my baby!’ you know like the women who can’t have kids or maybe some lovely lesbians”

“but…. you’ll get huge and your tits are going to lactate like a cow and you’ll have to tell everyone that you’re pregnant!” 

“i know but maybe they’ll all love me for being so caring!” 

“ or maybe they will also lose their shit and be super mad at you and possibly not let you graduate or most importantly let you go to the alps for spring break.”

“ i don’t care about the alps, jude and i were planning on taking a trip to portsmouth for spring break anyway.”

mel sighs in response, exhausted by the constant name drops of jude.

“well, maybe you could look at one of those adoption ads i mean they’re literally filling the newspapers at this point.”

“there are ads? for people to become parents?”

“oh yeah tons! you can sell anything from iguanas to exercise bikes to babies! it’s crazy what you can do!”  

“come on mel, you really think i want to scope out possible parents in the local newspaper! that’s so dodgy! it’s like buying clothes at the corner shop! i won’t be looking at the newspaper advertisements”

we sit on the bench under the pretty tree in the big park, as we look through the numerous amount of advertisements in the newspaper.

“the newspaper sucks.” 

it really does. never have i wanted to fall asleep more than i have when i was reading this garbage.

“i know juno, but at least it sucks for free and what else were we meant to do today?” 

she’s right of course, we have nothing else to do today. 

after mel finishes speaking, we continue to turn the pages in silence when she find a couple who’s teeth are as blue as water, their lips just as blue as them well. the articles reads “wholesome, spiritually wealthy couple who have find true love with each other.” 

she turns her head to face me, i’m guessing to check if i’m paying attention to the article in her hand, though i’m off in another world, looking at a selling for a piano. my mind goes straight to jude when i see the advertisement. 

“ did you see there’s a guy here who’s giving away a piano, free for the hauling as well! i reckon we should get it and haul it to jude’s house.

“you’re not listening”

“no, i heard you loud and clear but i just can’t give the baby to someone that will describe themselves as “wholesome” you know. to be honest, i’m just looking for someone a bit more on the edge.

“well then what do you have in mind, a family of disturbed loners who are into knife play and incest? cmon juno they’re going to be the person that’s going to have a human life! one that’s been inside of you at that!”

“no mel! i was thinking more along the lines of a graphic designer, in their thirties, and has a cool asian wife who dresses awesome and plays bass perfectly, but i’m trying to keep my choices open.”

“all right, oh how about this one? a healthy, educated couple who are seeking an infant to join our family of five, you will be compensated please help us complete the circle of love.“

nope. nope. nope.

“big no, they sound exactly like a cult and they have three kids already, greedy guys! not the one for mini me”

“y/n! you need to take a look at this one.”

mel points to the newspaper and i look down to paper. it reads “educated, successful couple who wish to….” 

but i don’t get to finish reading because i take a look at their faces. their beautiful faces that are pretty even in black and white, 

their names were betty and aaron jones.

and they were definitely the future parents of my baby.

jude sits in his room, listening to the playlist that y/n had recommend to him and the same one that played when they went to fourth base.

he stares at the pages of his yearbook, specifically at the photo of y/n and the message that she wrote for him, and him only. it says “hey jude! i hope one day you get off of this photo with your lotion that you not so secretly keep in your drawer! joking (well…) love y/n.

god was he in love with her, she was just so ugh. she was just perfect and somehow he was the lucky one that managed to see her in all her beauty. he was the one that got to see all her scars and insecurities and he was the one that kissed her there. he was one lucky son of a bitch that’s for sure. 

he doesn’t care if she doesn’t ever love him (the biggest lie on planet earth) all he cares about is that he was the first person that she opened up to and that even if she never loves him back, then he will watch from the side-lines, cheering her on no matter what she does. because he really loves her. 

jude reaches for the phone, the same one y/n has hanging in her room, debating whether or not to call her. he puts the phone down after a couple of moments. 

he’s brought out of his moment by a knock on his door, which is soon followed by his mothers head peaking through. 

“jude baby? are you coming downstairs to eat?”

“no, no i don’t think so. not really feeling it oddly enough”

“but you played for at least 5 hours today puppy, you need to eat and it’s breakfast for tea and i know that’s your favourite”

jude just places his hand on his stomach.

“y/n y/l/n called by the way.. while you were out. she wanted to know whether or not your coming to this performance on saturday.” 

“oh thanks for the message ma”

“judie, you know i feel about her, she’s trouble.”

“i know you’ve said…. maybe about fifty times.”

“i just don’t want you to consider her a close friend that’s all.”

she sighs and leaves jude to himself.

jude then only finally reveals what’s hidden in his closed fist. the panties that he kept from that magical night.

a/n: i really hope these are doing the movie justice! @taintedstranger i think you wanted a tag so i really hoped you enjoyed it!

the ONLY goalkeeper in europe to have an 80% save percentage in the championships league and in his domestic league ✨

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hii, idk if you like this because i’m bad at coming up with scenarios but maybe something with mason inspired by ‘style’ by taylor swift? I love that song and I know you’re a swiftie🥰

made your mark on me

- mason mount

Rust that grew between telephones was unbearable. It’s been a while since you have heard from Mason. You were wide awake despite the fact that it was late and the streets were quiet and peaceful. Lights from the street didn’t illuminate your room as they usually do,they were overpowered by fog. Silk sheets underneath you and the scent of musk remind you even more of him. His absence.

Moments spent together were replaying in your head and it kept your mind occupied from pictures that your friends sent you a few days ago. Him with another girl. Who is she and why were you replaced with her? “Please don’t be in love with someone else.” you whispered to yourself,hoping he would magically hear it.

Two of you weren’t official,but that didn’t make this any easier. Was anything he ever said to you sincere? Did he already forget about you? Forgetting him wasn’t an option for you,it’s hard not to remember with how much passion he kissed you last time. If you knew that was the last time,you would hold him as long as possible. Your hands were always cold,but he loved how they felt whenever you cupped his face with them.

Your thoughts were interrupted by an incoming call. From an unknown number? Truthfully,you didn’t have the energy to deal with prank calls or whatever that was. Whoever it was,they were persistent about hearing from you since you got another seven calls until you decided to answer the call. Before you even get the chance to ask who it was,you hear a familiar voice.

“Y/N,please don’t hang up and hear me out. Please.”

His change in voice didn’t go unnoticed,he sounded like he was crying,his voice more quiet and softer than it usually is. You took a deep breath and wanted to sound as calm as possible.

“You are unbelievable…but okay what do you have to say?”

He sighed,released you didn’t hang up immediately. Even if you did,he knew it would be well deserved.

“Wanna come for a drive? We should talk and I promise I will explain everything you wanna know.”

It was hard to say no to him,especially in the state you were in now. You needed him. So desperately to the point that it frightened you, what if he just wants to end things?

“I’ll be there soon and thank you. You have no idea how much I needed you this whole time.”

This was exactly why midnights brought you comfort. Your rides with no destinations. Waiting for sunrises if your schedules allowed it. Talking all night with no interruptions,laughing while blasting music, confessing how much both of you are scared of being vulnerable to someone.You quickly put on your coat and red lipstick because he would emphasize how it’s made for you. And because he loved ruining it and seeing it on his cheeks. It is safe to say that you made your mark on him, literally and figuratively.

The street was still dark so you assumed he hadn’t come yet and the anticipation slowly killed you. It felt like he called you hours ago. A few moments later,you heard a knock on your door and you opened it for him. He immediately embraced you tightly. “Never let me go,do you hear me Y/N? “ You cupped his face and even though it was dark,you saw pure bliss and love in his eyes.

“Wasn’t planning on it, but you were the one who left me and they saw you with some other girl.”

“What you heard is true,but I can’t stop thinking about us and I’m so sorry that it had to come to this. I’m an idiot for letting you go and possibly losing you for good. It’s not an excuse,but you already know how scared I am of ruining what we have and hurting you.”

“Do you think about me?” He raised his eyebrows at that question and sat on your couch and pulled you into his lap.

“Sometimes it feels like I think about you every minute,” he whispered.

“I hate how much I want you,” you admitted. “It’s a weakness.”

“Then it will be a weakness we share.”

“Speaking of weaknesses,” he started as he was taking off your coat, “you know what’s my other weakness?”

a/n: open for any kind of feedback and requests if you have any, i hope you liked it<3 to be honest, i wasn’t sure about posting this but i dedicate my first post to @yungbludz and @jesssssssssica 🥰 thank you so much for your support,advice and help with this!

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the moment i knew (m. mount)

TW: it's just sad :(

WC: 1.3K

A/N: this is part 1 of a multi part mini-series!!! each part will be inspired by a song, so this one is inspired by "The Moment I Knew (Taylor's Version)". i highly suggest listening to it as you read :)

"Surprise!" Dozens of voices shouted at you as you entered your apartment. You were taken aback for a brief moment before realizing what was going on. Your best friend Nicole, as well as a few other friends and family members, had gotten together to throw you a surprise birthday party. 

"Happy birthday, sweet girl!" A large smile formed on your mother’s face as she hugged you tightly.

“My little girl is growing up so fast” Your dad pretended to wipe tears from his face before he brought you into his embrace for a hug. 

"You always say that, dad!" You said. Your eyes darted around the room, looking for someone in particular. The party had been a surprise for you, but surely they hadn't forgotten to invite your boyfriend, right? 

You were suddenly pushed toward the large table that Nicole had set up in your living room for everyone to sit at. You were pushed downward into your seat, guests beginning to talk and make their way to the table. Nicole sat on your left, and the seat to your right was empty. You quickly took notice of that.

"Hey, Nicole?" You asked your friend, leaning towards her. 

"Where’s Mason?" Nicole thought about the guest list in her head.

 "I invited him. He said he would be here” You nodded at her answer, choosing to focus on the room full of the people you held closest to your heart. 

That seemed nearly impossible though. As the night went on, and as much as you tried to enjoy your time with your friends, you couldn’t get your mind off of Mason. You had imagined this moment in your head. You pictured him walking through your door with a large bouquet in his arms. He would immediately drop the bouquet and you would run into his arms, hugging him fiercely.

However, you were brought back to reality when you saw the front door crack open. Excitement filled you for a brief moment until it fully opened to reveal two of Mason's closest friends, Christian & Ben. You forced a smile as you made your way over to the boys to greet them.

You adored the two men, but you couldn't lie to yourself and say you weren't slightly disappointed. How is it that your boyfriend's friends arrived to your party before your own boyfriend did?

You gave each boy a hug before pulling away and starting conversation with the pair.

"Where's Mason at?" Christian asked you mid-conversation.

 "Uhh… I actually don't know" You tried to answer before you excused yourself and ran off to the bathroom.

Ben and Christian's faces were filled with concern as you practically ran from them. They followed you to ensure you were okay, stopping when they saw you sitting in the corner of an empty room, knees to your chest as tears started to fall down your cheeks.

“Are you okay?” Ben asked as he and Christian bent down to sit next to you.

“Mason’s never going to show up” You whispered as you looked up.

"He told me he would be here, okay?" Ben said, placing a supportive hand on your shoulder.

"He'll be here any minute. He probably got caught up with something" Christian threw you a soft smile. You nodded, wiping away a tear that had sprung loose. Maybe you were just rushing to a conclusion. Ben & Chris helped you up and you told them to go have fun.

Once they turned and walked away, you pushed open the bathroom door. When you were finally alone, the floodgates opened, and the tears seemed never-ending. They fell down your face in waves, ruining your mascara and red lipstick. You couldn't shake the thought that he wouldn't show up out of your head.

The emotions you felt throughout the night may not have all been good ones, but they all stemmed from love for the same man. No matter how hard you tried to focus on the positive, that he still had time to show up, it didn't matter if he was ever going to show up or not. It still hurt that he had disappointed you like that.

You fixed your makeup and exited the bathroom. As you made your way back to your table, you were met with Nicole.

"We're going to cut the cake" She smiled as she grabbed your hand and dragged you to your seat.

"Could we wait for Mason?" You asked quietly, slowly looking at Nicole for confirmation, but she frowned.

"It's getting late, and some of us have to leave soon" You nodded your head in understanding. As much fun as this party was, you were drained and wanted nothing more than to be in bed. Granted, you wanted to be in your boyfriend's arms, but by the looks of things, you wouldn't be having that.

You quickly checked your phone as Nicole went to grab the cake. You had tons of messages from friends & family that couldn't attend your party, but no texts or calls from him. Moments later, Nicole brought the cake into the room and placed it in front of you . Your mother placed two large candles in the white icing before grabbing a lighter and lighting the candles.

When the entire room started to sing happy birthday, you felt like it was going in slow motion. All you wanted to do was go to your bed and not leave, but instead, you pushed those feelings aside and blew out the candles.

~~~~~~~

It was past midnight by now, and everyone else had left. You dragged yourself to take a hot shower, hoping it would help you in some way. Afterward, you laid on your bed, scrolling aimlessly through Tiktok in attempt to take your mind off of the fact that Mason didn't show up to your birthday party. In fact, he still hadn't even called. He always seemed to be working; he never had time for you anymore.

The first few months of your relationship had been pure bliss. You both traveled together, trying different restaurants and exploring different cities whenever he had to go to another city for an away match. Now you couldn't even go with him like you used to. He always had to do press and additional training since he was still fresh off an injury. The only time you got to see or hear from him was when he called, or the sparse days he didn't have training, a match or any football-related interview.

But tonight's catastrophe took the cake. You were convinced that the other guests had noticed your boyfriend's absence, wondering why he wasn't here on your birthday. You couldn't even properly enjoy the evening, seeing as you were too busy wondering when and if he would show.

Just as you were about to call it a night and drift off to sleep, your phone rang. You examined the caller ID notification at the top of your screen, reading his name as any anger inside of you cooled when you accepted the phone call.

"Y/N!" He said. On the other end of the line, he sounded out of breath.

"I'm so sorry I couldn't make it tonight. I wanted to be there, but…" Before he could say any more, you interrupted him.

"Don't" You tried to ignore the hurt in your voice as you spoke.

"Y/n please-"

"It's been a long night, Mason. I'm really drained and I just really want to go to sleep" Your voice sounded broken.

"Oh okay. Well, I'll call you tomorrow. Maybe we can go out or something. Goodnight, Y/n"

"Good-" Was all you could manage to utter before he ended the call. He didn't bother telling you that he loved you. In fact, he hadn't uttered anything of significance throughout the entire duration of your phone call.

Your shoulders slumped as you dropped the phone onto your bed, crying softly into the pillow as you drifted off to sleep, dreading your planned phone call for the next morning.

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arsenal fans talking abt us being in the last 8 all like "they don't belong there they're 10th" bro you've not played in the ucl for almost 10 years you're worrying about the wrong 10

hey if we’re mutuals you can literally interact w me whenever. send me whatever u want i will probably be very excited

what a mind,this happens all the time🪄🫶🏻

sweet nothing p.g

a/n: this is for @betterthangetawaycar love you girly. also sorry if this wasn't good! i just wanted to release something for valentines day!

it's cute, the details and trinkets that gavi keeps because of me. i didn't even know he would collect these memories, only realising when i spotted the pebble that we had decorated many months ago.

i nearly forgot about that and it warms my heart that he hasn't.

they all say the end is coming and all of them are up to something, yet i can only find myself running home to him.

and the world outside, they're all pushing and shoving but he, being the angel he is just humming along to some tune that i couldn't recognise and i'm so happy because he doesn't ask for anything but for me to be happy.

as i walk past all the shining lights of the shops on the way home, i write all my thoughts down and make it into a poem and when i perform my piece to you all you can do is smile and say "what a mind"

and all i can think is how did i get this lucky?

everyone else is making time go faster, all of them rushing around and pushing and shouting. i don't have to deal with that because i have him and he makes time slow down for me.

i find peace in gavi.

all he wants from me is nothing, even when the voices that surround us and say "that we should be doing more" i can't because i'm too soft and in love for all of it.

i'm in love with him and his humming and his voice and his laugh and his face and his compliments and just everything about him.

and maybe it's because all he wants from me is sweet nothing.