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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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Masterlist 🥰

Who I write for 🥰

This is everything I’ve ever written, I think 😂 I’ll try and keep it as updated as possible 🥰

James Maddison

Ben Chilwell

Mason Mount

Dominic Calvert Lewin

Trent Alexander Arnold

Dele

Harry Winks

Tyrone Mings

Jack Grealish

Jadon Sancho

Eric Dier

Sour album prompts

Christmas 2021 prompts (in complete)

Insta files

Updated: 20/02/2022

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.

precious baby

i’m so sad for them and for mason especially we all know how much he wanted this and now he had to be the one who missed i’m actually in tears he doesn’t deserve this i’m he’s going to feel so guilty

me : i'd never bark for a man

*mason mount*