Football Imagines

Small Things -Mason Mount

Summary: It's the small and simple things that Mason loves so much about his girlfriend.

Author's Note: istg, writing this fics only makes me feel even more lonely. I'm a sucker for domestic!mason. I just want him as my boyfriend!!! is that too much to ask??? well IT IS! anw, MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN XD PLS SEND SOME IN!!!

Warning: ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE

Seeing the state of her boyfriend, Y/N chuckles, "Don't just stand there like a creep, Mase!"
Mason saunters to where she stands, ignoring the way his cheeks heat up as he puts the grocery bags on the kitchen counter. He pecks her lips and smiles, "Can't get enough of this sight, if you ask me,"

"Move in with me," Mason blurts out. He doesn't fail to notice the way she stops her movement abruptly. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you. Just a thought, you know," She hums, nodding her head.

Mason scratches his neck, trying to ease his nervousness, "But I think it's nice. You don't have to drive all the way from your place to mine. And I think we're stable enough to live together,"
Y/N turns her body facing him. She looks into his brown eyes and smiles, "Why don't you shower and we'll talk about this later after dinner?"

He gets flustered by her answer and his mind starts racing. He only nods and goes upstairs. 'Shouldn't have said that out of the blue. Fuck.'

The thought of moving in and living together overwhelms her. Not that she doubts his feelings towards her, she just feels she's not ready. What if he changes his mind, what if he thinks this is all a mistake? Insecurity eating her up from the inside.

Y/N's setting up the table when Mason walks up to her, wearing grey sweatpants and a matching hoodie. "You smell really nice." She blushes at her own words. She was just thinking how good he looks and that thought just slips out of her mouth before she can even stop them. Mason throws a wink at her as they both sit down.

"How was your day, beautiful?"

"Good. My paper's almost done. I had nothing much to do today, though. I just missed you," She answers so casually, bringing up the fork into her mouth.

He adores her when she's being openly affectionate with him even though he knows that sometimes she's forcing herself. She's just not used to openly expressing herself -she was just not raised like that, nevertheless, she keeps trying with him. He likes to express himself and he wants her to do the same. He wants her to be comfortable with him, verbally and physically. However, he knows when not to push the limits.

She puts down her fork and raises an eyebrow at him, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Nothing. I'm just in love with you," His hand goes across the table, reaching hers, holding and squeezing it.

She squeezes back and the invincible dimples make an appearance on her face, "Well, congratulations! The feeling is reciprocated."

He laughs. He laughs a lot when he's with her. She's effortlessly funny, although sometimes awkwardly.

"How was training? Any tea to spill?" She asks.

He appreciates her very much. She always listens to him rambling about his day. Mostly about how his training went, sometimes about some project that he's in, sometimes it's about his niece, Summer. He's so grateful, that although she doesn't like football that much, she always tries to be at the match to support him whenever she can.

He's grateful for the way she is. She helps him get through his injury or takes care of him when he gets sick. Those things are hard, even more so when he's frustrated because he can't play. And yet, she never complains about the responsibility that he thinks, it's weighing her down.