Football Imagines

Mason Mount | ii

hi, can you do a imagine with mason, in which the reader is Brazilian and takes him to Brazil on vacation to meet his family?

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"Mason... Breath."

"I'm breathing. If I wasn't, I would be dead."

"You know what I mean" I say, hitting him in the arm.

"Sorry, sorry. I'm just... I'm too nervous. In a few hours, I'll be meeting your family. And I will be doing it on a different country. In fact, I will be doing it on a different continent!"

"Glad to know you still remember your geography" I say, laugh.

"Thank you" he says, making a silly face. "But... What if they don't like me?"

"They will. They do. You've seen it when we've talked with them on Facetime."

"You mean when your mum talks. Your dad just stays there, his gaze focused on me. I think he hates me."

"He doesn't. He is just... You are the first boyfriend I introduce them to, you know? And you happen to be a football star. And football in Brazil is like a religion. It's a big deal."

"That just puts more pressure on me."

"I didn't mean to, I'm sorry" I say, squeezing his hand.

"But it's not just the way he looks at me. Have you seen his arms? They are like ten times mine."

"I'll say five. Ten is too much."

"Whatever. What if I say something wrong? Something he doesn't like? Just one punch and that's it, the end of Mason Mount."

"I'll protect you, I promise. Haven't you seen my arms?" I say, flexing my biceps.

"Those are really nice arms."

"I know. And they will protect you from anything and anyone, my dad included."

"Promise?"

"I promise" I say, moving closer to him and kissing his nose.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are ready to take off."

"I can't run away now, can I?" Mason asks.

"Nope."

"Ok, then" he says, taking a deep breath. "Next stop, Brazil."