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𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄

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summary: mason and y/n being in love on the pitch for 90 minutes plus. (and Tuchel being here for it)

masterlist.

mason mount x fem!reader

mason mount x footballer!reader

warnings: fluff, bitch talk from you and mount, just adorable-ness, i love reece james, an all around cute fic :)

word count: 1.1K+

notes: in this fic, boys and girls can play on the same pitch together without it being deemed dangerous, hope you enjoy!

don’t steal any of my work please, thanks!

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“𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌 thinking he’s the best captain in the world, strutting on the pitch, this isn’t a catwalk mate.” Mason mumbled in your ear, arms crossed and neck angled towards you as the two of youse eyes followed the poor captain of the opposing team, simply doing his job.

“Even I could be a better captain than him.” You squinted your eyes and grumbled the words, lips wetted as they were lodged into your tongue poking out your mouth; staring down each player that walked into the pitch. Waiting for the reaction when they realised which two star-players were on the pitch.

“I know, and that says a lot.” Mason nudged his elbow into your forearm, smirking but eyes still faced forwards. You slapped an arm his way, whacking his stomach as a reflex from his subtle dig at you, a joke at the little co-ordination you had to be an official captain.

Neither of you knew the cameras were settled directly on you, filming every little twitch of the eye lid when a new face entered the pitch; the bitchiness rubbing off you as a very obvious matter.

“And here we have people, is Mason Mount and Y/N Y/L/N appearing to have finished their warmup.” The commentators addressed.

“It seems the two of them,” They paused for a laugh, “Are not too fond of the team greeting Stamford Bridge.”

“They don’t look too happy, do they?” The studio chuckled at the faces of disgust painted on your features, you and Mason looking at each other with wide eyes and then you standing up on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear definitely about someone. “I would have to say, I wouldn’t be too happy either if I entered the pitch and I saw my opponents were Mount and Y/L/N!”

“They’re on a roll recently!”

“They’re on a roll all the time, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a drastic loss in the stadium whenever Y/N and Mason are playing together.” The commentators showered you in praise.

“I doubt Tuchel would want a loss this week and with the Final approaching fast, putting the two star players in is genius from him, I’d say.” The camera panned to Thomas, a grin slithered on his face watching the two of you smirk mischievously at players, knowing he taught you well and how he couldn’t keep you away from each other for longer than one minute. Maybe, this match might be the match Mason pulls his socks up and confesses his attraction towards you; Tuchel has had enough of hearing it, someone else can deal with him now.

“Anyway, after the short break: we’ll be back and kick off will begin. Chelsea vs Norwich. Who’s going to win?”

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“𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄 a hat-trick, you have to go out on a date with me.”

“What?” You stopped in your tracks, panting heavily as you followed Mason to the corner to celebrate his second goal. Your heart was beating heavily in your chest, did you hear that correctly? Did the man you’ve been pinning over since the moment he kicked that ball in your face and nearly broke your nose on the first day of training just ask you if you wanted to go out on a date? On a technicality aswell?

Mason grinned from one ear to the other, slowly pacing to the camera in preparation for his celebration he’d been planing with Reece James for weeks. “I said: If I score a hat-trick, you have to go out on a date with me.”

Okay, so maybe you did hear him correctly.

The words struggled to leave your lips, hands sweating and eyes blinking rapidly as you saw Reece lean over the stands with a large note crushed in his palm. “What? I-“

“I’ll take that as a yes then.” He bit his lip, whistling to Reece as took the signal and chucked the paper into Mason’s hands, his fingers unscrambling the paper and lifting it to the camera for his ‘celebration’.

The note read: ‘If I score a hat-trick, this lovely lady will go out on a date with me :) —>’ There was an arrow pointing in the direction you stood in, little hearts scattered on the sheet as the crowd at home and in the stadium could read it easily.

The stadium irrupted with cheers and hoots, hollers heard around the thousands of fans waving their flags in the air and hearts raised with their hands.

Your cheeks blushed and tint pink, Mason turning to see your beauty and quickly pecking the side of your head before running back to the pitch to score that final goal, 20 minutes to make his dreams come true.

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‘𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐀 hat-trick for Mason Mount!’

‘Wow, it’s unbelievable, honestly. This is the moment we’ve all waited for people, Mason’s celebration.’ The commentators went silent, leaning forwards in their seat as Mason jogged towards you.

Mason yanked your hand and dragged you to the corner, right in front of the endless amounts of screaming fans and phones filming the two of you; just knowing that the media would get a field day off this.

He grabbed your waist and brought you face to face, chests together and a beautiful smile plastered on both of youse faces. He shook his head at you, “How’s that date sound?”

You bumped noses with him, eyes closed and skin radiating heat as he was so close to you. “Dunno, that last goal was pure luck—“

You didn’t have time to finish before Mason smashed his lips onto yours and felt his heart become one. The fans went wild, even the opposing team cheered loudly. His tongue moulded with yours in the most PG way possible before parents would force their kids to look away from the screen.

His hand slid under your jersey and one fell to your leg, pushing you back slightly so you’d dip backwards, his form hovering only just above yours. It was a moment to remember, really. Like that moment the price finally gets the princess in the most cliché way possible, but still having the box of tissues beside yourself.

Your hands toyed with his hair, hearing the final whistle blow didn’t interrupt the two of you, it only egged you to have time to continue devouring each other for the first time. His cheeks were cold under your touch, obviously from running around in cold wind before hand, it all worth it as his 3-goals not only scored a winner for Chelsea, but a winner for his girl.

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“𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐋, 𝐖𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐃 there was meant to be a Mount and Y/L/N interview after the match, where are they?”

Thomas shook his head, “Nuh uh, we are not going to disturb them on their date—

I’ve waited too long to see the double trouble get together and standing here for 2 minutes is not going to stop that. I’ve gained too many wrinkles from their pinning, I can’t afford to earn more, the team themselves give me enough!”

ahh hope you liked :) not edited!

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precious baby

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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