YOU (2018 -)

YOU (2018 -)

A wingmans broken promise

Trent and Andy - the most precious and well spoken about duo in premie league football. Trent had come into the team and fallen straight into a friendship with Andy and life hadn't looked back since. Andy was a strong character - loud, excited, joyful and most definitely hard to understand but his sister on the other hand was not.

From the moment you came into this world there was a man on the look out for any protection needed towards you. Your older brother Andy was your best friend yet enemy. Being the youngest and the only sister to Andy he became very protective very quickly. You had grown up surrounded by your brothers rules - no boys, no boys and certainly no boys, as soon as you turned 18 things changed. You had developed a relationship with a friend from uni and robbo had no choice but to let it progress but he had to watch the boy hurt you too often. You ended up letting things go and living a single life. As soon as andy moved to liverpool you where right behind him wanting to start your career there, including that you met some of your brothers friends which came with a price. Of course you where going to fancy some of his friends I mean what was not to like? Tall, handsome, fit, well mannered and had there lives sorted out but Andy didn't see that. Andy saw loud, annoying, cocky, arrogant and far less inchoone within there emotions than they actually where. You promised your brother that there was no chance of any relationship progressing but you couldn't tell the future. You had met trent when you where staying at andys for a few days due to house work at your place. Trent was polite, well mannered and showed clear interest in you and you couldn't help but fall for his mannerisms. After your meeting there was a series of messages and calls exchanged between the two of you and the next thing you knew you where sneaking around in a secret relationship you couldn't get out off.

"I wish I could do this everyday" trent mumbled into your shoulder as his fingers ran up and down your naked arm infront of him. The sun was gently coming up and there was no sighn of life except you and him. More often than not you where staying within trents four walls, hidden from the worlds eyes which could end the most magical situation.

"I know babe" you gently whispered back with a smile at the feeling off his skin decorating yours. There was no doubt in your mind that one day you would be doing this with the whole world knowing but as off now this was a secret worth keeping.

"If your brother weren't my mate I'd of told the world by now" trent complained back breaking the contact from your arm and laying down on his bare back. You frowned at the loss of touch from his body.

"We can't though trent" you bitterly said hating every meaning off the word secret in this given moment. You sat up from your position in bed looking at the wall infront of you not liking where this conversation may end up.

"But why can't we? Yes your brother is my mate, Yes he's a teammate of mine but do these things really matter when we have this. What we have is special y/n" trent said abruptly as the antagonising thoughts sat inside his head. He had been keeping a cool head for days, biting his tongue, pretending he weren't hurting and especially not letting himself tell the world about you both.

"Because trent I like the way it is right now! I don't want to tell everyone and the whole world know, do you know how scary that is?" You blurted out right back at him not really understanding the motive he had behind this argument so early in the morning.

"No y/n I don't understand how scary it is because emotions like that sort of go out of the window when you love someone but I'm not a 100% sure if you would know what that's like seems as you obviously have your head in different place" trent bellowed to you letting any sighn of frustration slide off his tongue. You where slightly taken back at the heat this conversation had suddenly discovered in the space of what seemed like two seconds.

"Your pathetic trent" you mumbled clambering out the bed whilst throwing on your hoodie from the night before and some leggings. Trent watched you frantically collect your things from his floor and didn't realise the mess he was making.

"Where are you going?" Trent asked laying on the bed whilst tapping the pads of his fingers against his stomach.

"Home" you mumbled throwing your bag over your shoulder and looking him dead in the eyes. You couldn't stand this conversation with him because more than likely it was going to be you in the pit of hell due to your reluctant behaviour.

"Stop being silly and get back in bed" trent said desperately wanting nothing more than a bicker to happen but he knew his outburst was one to many minutes early causing a rippling effect of an argument.

"I'm not being silly trent I'm being mature and thinking with a clear head which is something you can't do as you have been awake for what 20? 25 mins? And you have already told me your views upon this!" You shouted back pointing between you and him in annoyance. Trent didn't mean for this to happen but all he had to do was own his shit the best way possible.

"What you going to do y/n? Complain to your brother a boy has fucked you over and then when you decide you want attention come running to me... is that what your going to do?" Trent smugly said clambering out of bed and running his large hands through his hair.

"You know its not like that" you mumbled quietly hurt by what he thinks off you. You watched trents arms rag the curtain apart revealing the bright sun into the room filled with negativety and anger.

"Then what is it like?" Trent snapped back with his arms falling to his sides watching you in disbelief. He couldn't understand why you didn't want the world to know you where both together.

"I cant explain it to you trent you don't understand! And I don't think you ever will... you think I can just tell the world about you when I cant, all I want to do is keep you to myself and not let anyone ruin it" you shouted back throwing your hands in your hair before leaving the room completely. Your feet took you far away from trent, way more than you originally thought. You couldn't stand to live with yourself whilst battling the guilt that weighed you down on your shoulders. You got into your car quickly starting the engine wanting to hide in your bed until later in the day away from any trent.

Hey, do you want Rachel to take you to the game tonight or are you making your own way there? Can't wait to see you cheering your lovely, amazing, funny and handsome brother on! Bye.

Robbo said on his message causing your eyes to divert over to your phone at the side of you. A laugh fell to your lips at the clear sarcasm in your brothers voice which he never failed to leave behind. You couldn't wait to just chill out at anfield tonight and forget about the bullshit within your relationship you just needed a bit of joy.

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"How long is it till kick off?" You asked Rachel whilst sitting down in the executive box having a clear view of the pitch. You and Rachel had blossomed an amazing relationship since her and Andy got together as you had alot in common. There wasn't much you would keep from Rachel other than your biggest kept secret; little white lies where in place sometimes.

"About 2 minutes babe" she replied taking off her sunglasses and looking across the field to see her boyfriend jumping up in the air getting ready for the coming 90 mins. You couldn't believe how easy it was for Rachel and Andy, it seemed as thought their relationship had no complications yet yours on the other hand seemed to attract the worst.

"Oh not bad then, I can't wait" you softly said wanting the next 2 hours to take you away to some place more positive. The words of you'll never walk alone sang through your ears and you where in a moment of peace - no trent, no shouting, no mess, it was perfect.

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The match had been as straight forward as telling the time - Liverpool 4 - 0 with 5 minutes added time it was definitely interesting. You where on the edge off your seat the whole time watching the game unravel and often sending your eyes over to the right back running up and down. The game started to become tighter than before - anfield was erupting in more louder, cheerful songs and everyone's bums left the warm red seats. GOAL. Anfield lit up in pure joy at the 5th goal being sent flying into the back of the net by yours truly. You couldn't believe it Trents name flew out your mouth reminding you of one to many drunken nights in random hotel rooms with no care in the world. Rachel didn't batter an eyelid at your sudden outburst of celebration as she knew just how excited you could get, just like your brother.

Anfield was starting to disperse leaving discarded seats yet to be sat on again for another 90 mins of incredible memories. You and Rachel made your way over to the executive lounge waiting for the players and especially Andy but of course the rest of them. You felt a nerve rush through your body sending anxiety and worry to take over.

"Oh if it isn't my two favourite girls" Andy shouted coming threw the doors grasping onto his bag whilst hugging his girlfriend in pure joy. Your brother walsed over to you throwing his large arm around your shoulders whilst looking down at your small frame. Andy had a tenancy to forever cuddle you after a game to secretly tell you how much he loved you and enjoyed you being there to support him but of course those words would never leave his mouth due to how 'cool' of a big brother he thought he was.

"You proud of me?" Andy asked with a laugh whilst you looked up to your much taller brother.

"I don't think she is babe I think she's more proud of Trent you should of seen her" Rachel laughed having no motive as to blow your cover. She didn't know and of course she thought your excitement was the games adrenaline getting to you, not the pure joy from seeing your boyfriend smash a worldie into the back of the net.

"Oh is that so?" Robbo asked pretending to be slightly annoyed at the news.

"Don't be daft, you know I'm proud of you" you admitted with a smile whilst pushing your hand against his body to pull him off of you. All of you sat down at the table next to thiagos family getting ready for a well needed meal. Everything seemed peaceful, there was a nice atmosphere in the air no drama or worries just you and the people you loved.

"Trent lad my sister is happier for you than me" robbo shouted over to the door at the sight of his Wingman appearing in the doorway. Your face dropped you didn't know what was about to fall from trents mouth. Trent was not expecting to see you tonight after the outburst this morning but he couldn't stop his head from jumping a million times at the loving sight of you.

"I'm sure she's just joking lad" trent replied back with a smile rather dull compared to how he normally is with him. Robbo didn't take it to heart knowing he was probably just missing his family or wanting to get home. You needed to speak to him. The relationship between the both of you couldnt be left like this, there had to be change even if it ment you not being stubborn for one day. You walked over to trent as you noticed him behind the door talking to someone out of sight of your brother.

"Can I speak to you for a sec?" You asked him watching the coach walk away from him. Trents face became soft at the sight of your familiar expression.

"Yeah of course" trent replied softly with no incline to signal any hint of tension between the two of you from this mornings events. You couldn't understand if he had forgotten or was playing a huge game but whatever it was you couldn't work it out and it surely wasn't going to be good.

"Look I'm sorry I shouldn't of been such a bitch and kept this from everyone and I understand how bad you must feel I'm really really sorry I didn't mean for this to all ha-" trent lips crashed into yours stopping every panicked word fall from your mouth. Your heart skipped a beat at the so public display of affection. Your hand travelled to the back of his neck feeling his warm skin decorate your hand like fine jewellery at a formal event. It was just you two. The whole world was none existent. Love was speaking in your ear telling you just how much this relationship was needed within your life.

"What the fuck trent!" Andy screamed from the door watching his wingmans lips smash into his little sisters. Your bodies set apart and look right at the man with noting but anger written on his face. What where you supposed to do? Say? Or think?

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*mason mount*

this was AMAZING

could you do another Mason one where y/n is a player for the lionesses and chelsea women and its the Women’s Champions League Final and she scores in like stoppage time for something?

p.s i love your writing <3

i am so sorry this took so long, i’ve started it and then deleted it started and deleted it sm times and i think this is the best version of it so far although it’s still quite mediocre so i apologise for that. Thank you for the request and the love <3

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⭑ pairing: mason mount x fem!reader

⭑ word count: 2037

⭑ warnings: mention of injury

also i love barcelona women and this lowkey acts like their defence is shit and yeah so ig warning for that.

The clock had been ticking down, the score on the board had read Barcelona 4, Chelsea 4. To say the comeback had been exceptional would have been an understatement. From an own goal from Chelsea in just the first minute of the game and then just 13 minutes conceding a penalty. Then a further two goals from Barcelona had practically stomped on every Chelsea fan who had been watching's dreams.

When you had all went into the tunnel at half time, you all knew that when you went out again you all had to play your heart more than you all already had. Within the first 30 minutes of the second half, chelsea had already gotten 3 of their four goals back and were now just waiting on that sweet fourth goal to send then to extra time.

And although chelsea's start in the game had been slightly slow, soon enough that fourth goal had came in the hands of you, after being brought on as a sub in the 85th minute due to a Sam Kerr injury, you knew that everyone you knew was watching and that somewhere in the stands your boyfriend Mason had been watching you running with the ball. The goal had practically been a given, a mistake from the defenders leaving you with a clear path to travel up the pitch and strike the ball past the goalkeeper.

The girls had all toppled you, the hugs giving you such a feeling of pride in playing for chelsea and you knew that you were all finally back in it, that in extra time you could win this. Whilst celebrating your eyes roamed the crowd, searching for the familiar brown eyes of Mason and when you saw him you could just see how proud he was of you, and you of him for reaching round 16 of the his competition.

And after what had felt like an eternity the ref blew her whistle, extra time. Another 30 minutes to prove they were the better team and they were going to do that. As you had gotten back to the team, Emma pulled you in for a hug, as did the other girls, celebrating like they had already won despite the time still being left to play.

The first half of extra time had gone past in a blip, you could barely feel the time passing whilst you were on the pitch, something which you enjoyed as not knowing whether you could take your time to make passes or have to make them quick and precise added to the adrenaline of the game. For the first half Barcelona had gotten a short on target first and then Chelsea but still nothing had gone out of it yet.

Then the second half had been just as tame, a couple shots from each team here and there until with just a minute and a half to go, both teams getting ready to brace the dreaded penalty shootout, Barcelona conceded a corner. It had been taken quickly, but as the ball flew through the air guiding towards any chelsea player it could, it felt like an eternity.

It was short, it was sweet, but as the ball collided with your head you couldn't bare to look at it, not even once you had gotten back to ground, until the ball had hit the back of the net did you let out that breath. You were tackled to the ground, each girl piling their way on top you, even the girls on the bench and subs running onto the pitch to enjoy their celebrations.

But even as they got off, you stayed, you couldn't believe it. Staring up at the ceiling inside an empty stadium, the only sound around you was your attempt to catch your breath in the cold air and you couldn't help the smile that broke out across your face as you still laid on the grass.

And soon enough, the referee blew her whistle. It was over. You had done it, after coming back from 4-0 down at half time, Chelsea had found away and won the final 5-4, your goals bringing the trophy home to London and you couldn't have been happier. Instantly, joy took over every one of your senses and the fact your body had been screaming for rest. The smile that you wore on your lips couldn't have been bigger.

Chelsea were the European Champions and you had been the one to win it for them.

At the sound of someone calling your name in that all familiar Australian accent you were brought back to the empty stadium and now back on your feet running over to Sam, wrapping her in a hug and feeling the smile on her own face against your neck as she hugged you back. "You did it."

You retracted your arms, looking down at her swollen ankle which had an already melting ice pack around her injury and grimaced at the painful look of it. "We all did it, you girls won back 3 goals!"

“You’re right we all did it.” Sam looked over your shoulder for a quick second, noticing someone who had been patiently waiting behind you two, waiting for your celebrating together to end. “I believe someone behind you also wants your attention.”

Not even having to turn around to look at who at was, an even bigger smile broke out across your face. “You don’t mind if i…” Sam shook her head, turning you around herself and pushing you forwards towards Mason.

You relaxed into him as soon as you got in his arms, the familiar scent being able to make you feel at home wherever you were. Mason was your comfort person, without a doubt and you really had no clue of what you would do without him. “I told you, everyone knew you could do it.” Mason mumbled into your shoulder as he squeezed you even tighter than you thought he could. “I’m so fucking proud of you, you don’t even know.”

He pulled away, finally allowing his hand to stroke over your cheekbone before bringing you in for a kiss, although keeping it very much PG knowing the amount of eyes thay had been on the two of you at that moment. Mason let your lips go, and as he looked down at you, you could feel the same exact butterflies he had given you the day you met. He looked at you the very same way, but his now full of love, love for you. “The boys were all watching from Cobham, we even got Tuchel to watch for a bit.”

You laughed at him, and you couldn’t stop the smile you already had on your face from growing even bigger at the fact he had gotten them watching and that they had all seen you score the two goals that you had. “Thank you, for being here.” Now it had been your turn to move your hand to his face, the pads of your fingers lightly skimming over his jawline where your favourite sight of his stubble had been growing in and then along his cheekbone.

“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.” Just that small sentence alone had been enough to make your heart burst with even more joy, he had truly been the most perfect human being. “I’m so proud of you, have i mentioned that?”

You faked thinking for a second before grinning at him. “Hm once or twice.” The hand you had on his cheekbone slipped behind his soft brown locks, bringing him down to meet your lips once again.

This type of kiss had been your favourite, it wasn’t intended to lead anywhere and you didn’t want it to. It had just been a way to show your appreciation and love for each other and you couldn’t have asked for more than that. You could already feel yourself melting into the kiss, almost forgetting where you had been as you kissed him. It had all been perfect, the goals, the trophy the same and him being there.

He pulled back slightly, enough so that he was still lingering over your lips. “I love you.” It was a simple phrase, one that he had used many time, and would use many more times for what you could both wish to be the rest of your lives together, yet every time it felt like the first time he ever told you and you could never get sick of hearing it again.

Mason pressed his lips against yours in one final motion, a small but memorable peck on them before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you as humanly close to him as he could. “Wonder what the papers are gonna think about ‘mr and mrs chelsea’ both winning the UCL.”

You laughed at his use of the nickname tabloids had given you both, dubbing you ‘mr and mrs chelsea’ the second you both had confirmed the relationship on your Instagrams and since then the name had unfortunately stuck, as cliché as it was. But then again nothing had really been as cliché as a workplace romance, had there?

“Glad your feeling confident Mount, it’s a good look on you.” You winked at him and felt Mason slightly move his hand lower from your waist to the small of your back. “I should go back to the girls, getting our medals and pictures done soon so better enjoy the celebrations while the last.”

Mason begrudgingly let you go from his hold, and pressing one last kiss to his cheek you made your way back to the girls, Emma making sure that every single one of you had looked your best, fixing hairs that had been out of place and she had been determined to get every single wrinkle out of the kit that she could.

You had been put third in the line, and as you neared the stairs you could feel your nerves kick in. Although you weren’t 100% as to why, you had already won the trophy and the medal had been yours. But just the thought of possibly knocking over the trophy whilst doing the traditional kiss on it or tripping on the stairs plagued your brain.

Though when you had snapped out of your thoughts you had already been on the other side of the podium, your brain going on autopilot whilst you had completely overthought everything and as the stand where the trophy was lifted began to fill with more chelsea players finally Magdalena moved closer with the trophy in her hand.

Every women in the stand had their hands drumming against either themselves or the boards that surrounded them and cheered as confetti released into the air and your captain raised the trophy into the air. The flash of camera’s had practically blinded you although the feeling that came along with holding the trophy had been worth it.

Apparently one of the photographers had noticed Mason stalking you in the stands and called him over for a picture holding the trophy with you and after checking it had been okay with you, Mason hopped over the barrier and walked over to you and the photographer.

With one handle in your hand and the other handle in Masons, the two of you lifted the trophy together, the flashing once again blinding you for a second. To take a break from the flash you turned to face Mason, seeing him already looking at you, the same proud expression on his face. “That’s perfect, keep it there.” You drowned out the words of the photographer as you looked at Mason.

“I love you” He mouthed, a soft smile on his face, the crinkling by his eyes just adding to the genuineness of the smile.

The look on your face had mirrored his, and so did the words you mouthed to him.

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