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You'd quickly gotten used to the whispers and gossip surrounding Mason in the few months you've been together. He told you to ignore the noise, but only after apologizing a million times over the span of the first week of dating. Once you were touted as someone who was going to stick around the attention thankfully died down. Which allowed you and Mason to be as normal of a couple as you could get with his career in the mix. Everything was going smoothly until a couple of months in when you got a controversial job offer.
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It's a Monday when you hear back from the hiring manager at the job you applied to weeks earlier. After hanging up the first thing you want to do is tell Mason but you hold back, figuring it would be better to do it in person later. Your day seems to go ten times slower as you count down to when you can go home to talk to your boyfriend. The minute the clock strikes 5 you're out of your seat, grabbing your belongings before bolting. The tube ride home is nerve wracking as you anticipate the reaction from Mason.
Once you step foot into Mason's house you quickly kick off your shoes then drop your things on the floor. You immediately go on a hunt for the footballer, finding him on the couch engrossed in a film. The sight makes you smile so you approach him, placing your hands on his shoulders when close enough, he jumps slightly then turns his head. "Hey Mase" you murmur, "how was work?" He asks then takes your hand to kiss it, you shrug then bite your lip. "I have to send in my two-weeks notice" you reply trying to ease him into the news you've got, this makes him sit up and pause the film, "what! Why?" you smile, "I got the graphic design job with the Spurs" he blinks but doesn't say anything so you continue, "they called me this afternoon to tell me" he squeezes your hand gently then smiles, "that's amazing Y/N, too bad it's not with Chels" you laugh then pull your hand from his to round the couch and sit next to him. "Chels doesn't need a new graphic designer Sam is amazing, plus there would be so many rumours about me getting the job because you play for them" Mason sighs but pulls you to his chest, "yeah I know, the Spurs better treat you right" you snuggle into him, "I'll give 'em hell if they don't" he chuckles then kisses your head, "I wouldn't expect anything else" you smile then tighten your hold around him as he hits okay on the film, the two of you spending the evening on the couch in your own little bubble of happiness before everything goes to shit.
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By the time your first day at Tottenham rolls around Mason has accepted that you will be working for his rival team. He even offers to drive you to the training grounds where you are meant to sign your contract and meet the team. When you try to decline he basically pushes you into his car, the reasoning being that he wants to support you no matter what. You sit in silence outside the Spurs training ground, a nervous flutter in your stomach, "you have no reason to be nervous" you look over at Mason who proceeds to take your hand, "I can't help it, this is a big step" he leans over the centre console, pressing a kiss to your lips. "They're gonna love you" he murmurs when pulling away, you bring a hand up to his cheek, "thank you for this Mase" you whisper, he smiles and kisses your head, "anytime, now go show them how amazing you are" you press one last kiss to his lips before unbuckling the seatbelt, grabbing your bag and slipping out of his car. Turning back once to wave before entering the training ground.
In the blink of an eye the first week on the job is done and you find yourself fitting in perfectly. You're blinded by the success of the first week so you don't think before posting about the new job on social media. The media immediately jumping on the announcement, coming to conclusions that aren't true. A couple of hours after posting you realize your mistake. You're sitting on the couch in Mason's house scrolling through social media, falling into a pit of comments spouting out speculations. That's how Mason finds you when he enters the living room, you don't hear him approaching until he slides the phone out of your hand, making you jump and snap your head upwards. "What's got you so engrossed?" He asks before looking down at the screen of your phone, you stay silent but bite your lip unsure of how he'll react to the comments. "Shit Y/N, what is all of this?" you sigh then hang your head, "I was so happy about my new job that I posted on Instagram and I didn't think and now it's an explosion" he stays silent so you look up to see him scrolling, his eyebrows furrowed as he does so, "you earned that job because you're amazing at what you do, what these trolls are saying is wrong and just plain stupid" he mutters in frustration.
"What if they're right? what if the Spurs chose me because -" Mason cuts you off by placing a hand over your mouth, he puts the phone down on the side table then crouches down in front of you, "don't ever think that an organization as great as the Spurs would hire according to who your partner is, they're not idiots and you are sooo talented, you could get a job anywhere and absolutely smash it" he explains, tears start to blur your vision at his passionate speech. He pulls his hand away from your mouth so you shoot forward, wrapping your arms around him nearly knocking him over, "Mase I love you so much" you blubber into his shoulder, he tightens his arms around you, "i'll always love you" he replies and lowers you to your knees on the floor with him.
"I want you to know that I will be here if you ever need me, supporting you is the easiest thing in the world, so don't think that this is a one way thing because I might be the one on the pitch but you are doing everything off the pitch" you bury your face into his shoulder, "stop I'm a mess" he pulls you in closer, "never Y/N" you sigh then finally move back to look at up at him. He smiles so you lift a hand to his cheek, "I love you and I want you to know that this job doesn't change that, let's promise not to listen to the gossip" he nods then presses his lips to yours, "I promise" he murmurs into your lips.
