#grace clinton x you

[daniswoso]

You like me?

Grace Clinton x Reader

Summary: Grace likes you, but you don’t know it; you also like her and you’re sure you have no chance.

Warnings: some swearing, not much else.

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“You asked her yet then?” Ella asks, her, Mary and Alessia sitting down by your side. You shake your head solemnly and look out to where Grace was messing around on the training pitch with Beth.

It was a sunny day and the way the light reflected off her simply gorgeous eyes made your heart skip a few beats. “Not yet, I’m not even sure she likes me man.” You groan, sagging against the comfortable sofa.

“Jesus- Y/N, we’ve been over this. She’s so into you! Anyone can spot it from bloody miles away.” Alessia grumbles, scrubbing a hand over her face with an exasperated sigh.

“Y’know what, if anyone had told me I’d be helping two lovesick kids figure out their feelings for each other in Spain? I’d tell them to fuck off. But here I am. So c’mon,” Mary claps her hands and drags you to your feet. “get a move on. Tell her.”

You glare at her and defiantly sit back down, folding your arms. “We’re not kids, grandma. We’re adults, I’ll have you know. I pay taxes.”

“Okay, yeah sure whatever. Just piss off and let us do our puzzles.” Mary pokes you in the sides as you yelp, your sliders nearly falling into the pool as you practically leap off the giant chair.

“Dickhead! Youse lot sat down next to me!” You shout over your shoulder as you walk off, nervously approaching Grace. You’re about to ask when a ball comes flying at your face and you find yourself flat on your ass and dazed, barely aware of the small trail of blood making its way down your chin from your nostrils.

“Jesus, Clinton! You’ll damage the poor girl if you carry on!” You hear Beth shout as you blink back to reality.

Grace hoists you up, murmuring apologies and taking you to get cleaned up, dragging you to her room and into the bathroom.

After a minute of silence you speak up, “I could’ve walked you know?”

“What?” Grace asks, stopping and looking up at you from where she’s knelt down on the floor.

“I could’ve walked.” You repeat again, chuckling and helping her look for a first aid kit, cold cloth still firmly pressed against your nose.

“Oh, uh yeah. Sorry, you just, I-“

“Clinton, mate, it’s fine. Don’t sweat it.” You chuckles, triumphantly pulling the first aid kit from the cupboard with a grin, unaware of the utter heart eyes Grace was sending your way.

Eventually, you’re patched up. Not quite sure what to do, however, you sit there awkwardly while Grace cleans up the plethora of cloths and bandaids she’d gripped from the medicine cabinet to get the first aid kit.

“Hey, Clinton?” It’s then when you remember Alessia’s words,

“She’s so into you! Anyone could spot it from bloody miles away!”

“I like you.”

“I like you too, Y/L/N.”

“No, I like like you. Like… Like like.”

“Are you fuckin’ concussed?” Grace chuckles, but she’s somewhat concerned as she starts gripping your face softly in her hands, urgently but with the utmost care, her thumbs widening your eyes manually to check your pupils.

“No. I’m not. I like you, Grace. Mums.” You breathe out, the fear of rejection gripping your heart with enough force to squeeze it in half.

“Y/N… Shit…” She begins, and you’re sure this is it. The whole “but we can still be mates!” routine youd heard from many girls in the past. Until you feel her lips against yours, soft and tender and moving against you in a way that makes you convinced her lips were made to be against yours.

“I like you too.”

“You? Like me?” You ask, lips swollen and cheeks flushed. Her appearance mirrored yours in a way, although she looked considerably more pretty in your opinion.

“Yeah. Quite a lot actually, and for a while.”

She barely has time to finish her sentence before your lips are against hers again, and when you part you rest your forehead against hers, breathing heavily with the biggest smirk on your face.

“Buzzing.” You breathlessly say.

“You’ve been hanging out with Lessi too much.” She chuckles, making you slap her shoulder softly.

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A/N: Small one, but hope it’s enjoyed nonetheless.

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[gracesboo]

WITH YOU ⟢ GRACE CLINTON

synopsis, you and grace's relationship always happens to soften people—especially your lionesses' teammates.

author’s little note, my very first tumblr post!!!!! and it’s about my wife, obviously 🙄 hope you’ll enjoy it, i actually loved writing it, even if it's quite short and not proofread 💖 my requests are open if you want me to write about something in particular xx

when the two of you can't help but show some extra-affection to each other, despite your teammates' teasing.

"did you even watch the tik-tok that i sent you yesterday?" mary whines, her hands landing on her hips when grace culpably smiles, the dirty blonde's cheeks heating up in guilt. "mate, seriously—" the goalkeeper is about to ramble about how she never watches the videos she sends, but her complains are immediately silenced by your arrival in the room.

grace's world can't help, but stop turning when your figure is in her field of vision.

not caring anymore about the goalkeeper's complains, the midfielder gets up from her box and makes her way to you—shoes-less, but that's the last thing she's caring about right now.

she hasn't seen you since yesterday's training, the both of you usually going out or hanging out after it.

unfortunately, you had some important meetings, which she really wanted to go with you, but celin proposed her to drink a coffee at her place—the girl wanting to catch up with her best-friend.

which means that you haven't seen each other since yesterday's afternoon (if we do not count the constant exchange of messages during the rest of the day, and the call that lasted more than an hour the same evening).

so, you have to understand that, at this exact moment, all she wants is to have you in between her arms, body pressed up against hers, face mushed against the skin of your neck and your yummy smell all over her.

and since she wants it all, right now, she does not care about whatever obstacles whose on her way—the first and actual obstacles being ella and alessia, who do not seem to want to let you go; too busy bothering you.

"oi! leave me girl alone" your savior loudly says once she's two feet away from you, attracting the duo's attention.

"awww, your little girlfriend is coming to your rescue [nickname]!" ella shouts, as usual, and alessia can't help but chuckles at her best-friend's extremely loud voice.

"shut up, tooney—oh, and hi baby" you grin, feeling grace's arms wrap themselves around your waist. "how you doing?" she answers to your question by nodding her head, before laying it on one of your shoulders.

"'missed you..." the girl mumbles, loud enough for you to hear—but also for the two shit-grinning girls in front of you.

ready to hear the girls' never-ending teasing, you feel your girl's fingers tightening on your hips, the dirty blonde making herself comfortable while alessia's fingers are pinching your cheeks. "how sweet, our little babies are in love" you roll your eyes, the shadow of a little smile dancing on your face.

their banter continues for a few more minutes, during which you make your way to your assigned locker; putting on your boots and leaving your sweat-shirt for your training one—grace still clinging on your back.

yet in her own world, who actually revolves around you, the midfielder finds it a little bit hard to enjoy your presence with two annoying girls shouting in y'all ears.

"are the two of you done?" she grumbles, her lips moving against the skin of your collarbone, since it looks like she's trying to become a whole new part of your body.

tooney and less exchange a glance full of amusement.

“no!" they shout, and it seems like grace doesn't need more to get up from her seat, leaving you on it.

you frown your eyebrows, but your pout doesn't stay any longer, because the second that follows her departure, you feel your butt abandoning the wood of your bench.

"what the—babe!" a surprised scream leaves your mouth.

grace's hands have just lifted you up, making your legs wrap themselves around her waist and your arms around her neck. you laugh, and your girl can't help but laugh too—her fingers sneakily trailing up your thighs and possessively sitting on your lower back.

under the screams of your crazy teammates, grace leaves the change-room with yourself trapped in her strong arms.

when you're always matching, whether it be your sneakers, your clothes or even your accessories.

"always late" rachel playfully rolls her eyes, faking annoyance, when she sees you entering the restaurant.

"not too much on me girl now, daly" grace immediately snaps back, laughing when she feels the older girl's foot hitting her leg.

giving your walking figure her whole attention, the girl smiles while taking a look at your appearance.

the two of you are wearing the almost exact same outfit, and she can’t help but be proud of herself for putting your matching shoes and sweatshirts on this morning.

“hi! sorry, i’m a bit a late” you give the girls a guilty smile, tightly hugging each one of them before taking a seat next to your girl, whose eyes didn’t leave once your silhouette. "hello babe" she gently grabs the back of your neck when you finally greet her, bringing you closer.

taking advantage of your teammates discussing about what their orders' gonna be, the dirty blonde presses her lips against yours—having missed the feeling of them.

"looks like we are matching, my love" grace grins, while you're putting the little strays of hair coming out of her low bun behind her ear. "you look stunning" she smiles once again, before letting herself melt on your front and take a deep breath of your scent.

"you look gorgeous, are you kidding me" the two of you laugh, eyes locking and smiles reflecting each other's.

but your little sweet moment is brutally cut off by millie's loud disgusted noises, snatching an eye roll from you and the midfielder.

soon enough, the lunch comes to an end, the latter having passed extremely quickly—leaving you and grace happy to have spent some good time with your teammates, outside from training and weekly games.

when it's time for everyone to quit the restaurant, gracie is the first to get to her feet and hold up her hand in your direction, waiting for you to grab it and walk out with her; hand in hand.

"oh. my. god" the two of you turn around when you hear beth loudly gasps, the girl bringing her hand to her mouth in an exaggerated manner, her blue eyes set on your matching outfits. "you sneaky girls decided to match without warning anyone?" you chuckle, and gracie frowns her eyebrows.

"we didn't even concerted each other! and why should we have told you?" she asks, the sassy little girl she used to be coming out of her.

the blonde's eyes widen even more, the girl taking a few steps in your direction to have a better analyse of your matching adidas and ralph lauren's sweatshirts.

"because we are teammates? we could have all come with the same outfits, like a gang or whatever!" she explains, moving her hands in the air during her speech that attracted the other girls' attention.

"you're not me girlfriend, i don't care" grace shrugs her shoulders, a playful smirk sitting on her face while she's pressing her hand on your lower back, silently asking you to walk with her.

behind you, you hear beth and the girls loudly gasp—snatching a loud ass laugh from you.

when you get tired of her slick-backs full of laziness, and you decide to make them better—for her greatest pleasure.

"ready to win baby?" grace asks you, standing in front of your locker, her pearly white smile bringing you comfort.

looking up at her much taller figure, you smile right back at her, tying your laces and taking a last look at your hair in your little hand mirror. "i am, but you're definitely not with this hairstyle, baby" you refer to the hair strands coming out of her bun, already grabbing your hair supplies out of your wash bag.

"babeee, seriously, you're not—okay" she whines but changes her mind once she feels your glare on her, huffing a little while taking a seat on your legs.

"gracie pooh does not know how to brush her hair?" you hear georgia laughs, the girl tying her boots and taking frequent glances in you two's direction.

picking up the first thing which passes under hand, the dirty blonde throws it in the blonde's direction, hitting the latter's back with it. "shut up, it's [nickname] who hates my hairdressing skills!" she laughs, but stops immediately when she feels your hand yanking her brand new ponytail. "ouch! babe!" it's your turn to laugh, your fingers starting to hurt from the effort they're making.

it only takes you a few more minutes to perfect the girl's slick-back, hair-spraying and sliding your fingers on the front of it, using all your attention and dedication to make the little baby-hairs stay in place.

"all done, pretty girl" you squeeze your girl's hips, packing your beauty supplies in one of your many bags.

grace smiles, turns around on your lap and tightly wraps her arms around your neck, while making sure to not screw your own and perfect slick-back bun. "thank you so much, me hairstylist" and with that, she loudly smooches your lips, a shit-eating grin making its way on her face.

when you always find a way to mention each other, even when there's no need to.

[CELIN BIZET & GRACE CLINTON PLAY ROLL THE DICE]

"okay grace: would you rather never put up a christmas tree/decorations, or, have them up all year around?" the interviewer asks, chuckling along with the two girls on either side of her.

"all year around!" grace does not hesitate, and celin can't help but laugh again, knowing her best-friend's love for christmas. "come on, i love christmas!" the now brunette says, grinning.

"not in my house, nope" celin shakes her head in denial, not quite okay with the girl's answer.

"me girl would hate me for that! she likes christmas, but not to the point of having the house decorated for it everyday" she explains with shiny eyes to the camera and the interviewer, the latter nodding her head to the girl's words.

"that's why [nickname]'s my girl" the blonde girl shrugs her shoulders, smiling to the camera and to a frowning grace.

it's her turn to shake her head from left to right, her now in disagreement with her best-friend's says. "no, no, no, she's me girl. definitely not yours" and she rolls her eyes with that, snatching laughs from the two girls next to her.

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[DAY ONES QUIZZ WITH ELLIE ROEBUCK & Y/N Y/L/N]

what is each other’s karaoke song?

"oh, it's gonna be tuff" ellie mumbles while chuckling, grabbing her pen to write her answer on the cardboard. "what did you write?" she tries to peak at yours, but you immediately take it away from her wandering eyes, tutting to yourself.

"cheater alert" you point the blonde on your right, tucking your card under your chin.

the media team behind the cameras finally tell the two of you that you can show your cards to each other, which you do. "'pour some sugar on me' that's mad lame, what?" you laugh with ellie, the girl hitting your leg.

"'i wanna dance with somebody" is so basic mate!" she says while playing with her braid.

you roll your eyes, turning in your seat to look at the camera. "okay, maybe it's basic to you, but to me it's literally the song i sang with my girl on our first date, so, technically, it's not basic!" you explain to the goalkeeper, your manicured hands playing with the papers laying on your lap.

"always talking about her girl..." ellie fakes annoyance and rolls her eyes in an overdramatic way that have you chuckling.

your face purposely going blank, you lock eyes with the blonde in front of you. "yes, and? do you have a problem with my girl, mate?" she holds her hands up in surrender, denying any form of accusation. "that's what i thought..."

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[SPURS SNACKS - FINLAND VS ENGLAND WITH THE TOTTENHAM HOTSPUR WOMEN]

"[...] i'm interested in what you guys have" olga smiles, turning in grace and jess' direction, obviously curious about what type of food they're about to eat.

not waiting any longer, jess takes a hold of the dish bell and holds it up.

"excuse me?" the dirty blonde mumbles while taking a look at the plate sitting in front of her. "it's like, dog food" olga and eveliina burst out laughing, jess chuckling before observing and smelling the contenant of the plate, eyebrows frowned.

"it's deer jerky" the man behind the camera says, making grace and her teammate's eyes widening.

"a deer?! i'm not eating a deer! are you mad?" she speaks out, under the two blondes' laughs.

despite her shocked expression, it only takes her and jess a few minutes to try and take a bite of the meat. munching on it, the two british girls exchange a few glances, the both of them not really knowing what to say about this.

"did you had this before?" grace finally asks, olga and eveliina taking a piece of the deer jerky.

"not dried, but as a meat, yes" she nods along the finish's words, putting the food away and thinking back about what she just put in her mouth.

looking up from the table with shiny eyes, she locks eyes with the media team behind the camera. "you have to hide this video away from me girl, she's never gonna kiss me again after that!" her three teammates can't help, but laugh at the midfielder's desperation.

"[name] don't watch this video" jess tells to the recording camera, shaking her head from left to right.

"yes baby, that's not what you think" the girls laugh, and with that, the video carries on.

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[READ MY LIPS WITH Y/N Y/L/N & NIAMH CHARLES]

"g'day mate" you smile while talking, playing with the paper card in your hands.

niamh frowns her eyebrows, before shouting. "tampax!" the whole media team laughs, and you can't help but wear a confused face.

"mate, are you kidding me?" she laughs and takes the headset out of her ears, handing it to you. "tampax... that girl is mad" you mumble in your beard, putting the earphones on and snatching a chuckle out of your teammate.

"okay, ice bath" the brunette says, spelling out every syllable for you to get the word.

"ice spice?" you sit up in your chair. "the boy's a liar, the boy's a liar..." you sing a little, niamh and the cameraman making fun of you, before deciding to make you guess another word.

smiling, the girl reads the word in her head and then looks up at you. "midfielder" you try to read on her lips, but to no avail. "mid-fielder" she repeats, spelling the syllable one by one.

"mate, i don't get it" she nervously laughs when you mumble, trying to find a way to make you have it.

"oh, i know! your girl!" you frown your eyebrows, pushing your back against the back of your chair.

"my girl? what about my girl...? she's gorgeous! gorgeous?" niamh shakes her head in denial, repeating the word over and over. "she's... mine? i don't know mate—oh!—wait! midfielder?" the brunette screams a ‘yes’, sighing loudly and deeply before passing to another word. "shout out to grace clinton" you wink to the cameras, grinning from ear to ear. "love you baby" you whisper one last time, and turn in niamh's direction to guess the other word.

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[mysunshinetemptress]

Jealousy,Jealousy

Leah Williamson x reader

Warnings: Not my best, but also my first work back in a while

Your relationship with Leah was still new, so new that the only people who knew about you were your teammates, close friends and both families.

This was the argument you used against Leah whenever she thought someone was hitting on you. A statement that couldn't save poor Grace from Leah.

It was a cold afternoon when Arsenal faced off against Tottenham at the Emirates. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as the rivals clashed on the field. Leah’s gaze wandered up to midfield where she found your eyes softening as she caught you already looking at her, you were a source of comfort amid the fierce competition.

As the final whistle blew, signalling Arsenal's victory, relief flooded both the players and fans across the stadium. You however happy with the victory went around the Tottenham girls congratulating them on a well-played game amongst the players, Grace Clinton, Tottenham stargirl, approached you with a charming smile. "Hey, great game out there." You thanked her before pulling the younger girl into a hug "I could say the same soon you'll be coming for my starting spot on the senior squad" Grace laughed grabbing your arm "I'd prefer to play with you not in your place" You couldn't help but smile wider at the compliment "Thank you" Grace squeezed your arm her eyes looking you up and down as you turned oblivious in search of your girlfriend. "Hey would you fancy going out with me sometime?" she asked, her eyes lingering on you as you turned back to look at her. You politely declined stating you didn't see her like that but you would love to be better friends, but Leah's keen eyes caught every exchange and she couldn't help but give in to the tiny green monster you often called it, jealousy ran through her as she felt herself getting more annoyed the longer you talked to the younger midfielder. In the changing rooms, Katie, the lively midfielder, wasted no time teasing you about the encounter. "Looks like someone's got an admirer," she chirped, nudging you playfully you hit her arm lightly "Fuck off Katie please." Katie laughed "what I think it's cute but i don't know how your missus would feel about the competition." you turned looking to your girlfriend.

Leah, usually composed and confident, couldn't shake the nagging feeling of jealousy. Her usually bright demeanour dimmed, replaced by a subtle pout. The protective instinct surged within her, igniting a fire fuelled by possessiveness and affection.

You thought you had settled all of Leah's jealous feelings, especially towards Grace but you were proven wrong during the latest England camp. Grace had clung to your side the minute you entered St Georges Park and your girlfriend could do nothing but sit in a huff and glare. "Leah stop staring at the kid like that." Leah turned to look at Lucy "She has stolen my girlfriend and I want her back, Y/N has told her already she's not interested and yet she won't stop swinging out of her and batting her eyes like come on take a hint." This continued on for the rest of camp and anytime Leah was set up against the young midfielder she made sure to add in an extra shove much to your dismay. Leah only seemed to relax when you both were left alone in your shared room. This however ended one night when Leah was woken to a sharp knocking on the door, you turned slightly squeezing her mumbling that you would get it before she lay back down closing her eyes. You rubbed your eyes turning the lock on the door to be met with a teary-eyed Grace "Oh Grace are you ok." Grace shook her head "I...I'm sorry I had a bad dream and I couldn't sleep and I just can I stay with you." you nodded pulling her into the room, Leah turned over sighing unable to fall back to sleep without you beside her "Who is it." Leah sat up when you didn't respond eyes turning to glare at the younger girl who was now clinging to your arm "Just Grace, go back to sleep Le, she's staying the night I'll see you in the morning." Leah wanted to protest, to say that she shouldn't be out of her room after curfew and that she was only using a bad dream as an excuse to sleep in the same bed as you but then she thought back to all the times she did the same thing for years trying to spend every second together until she finally worked up the courage to ask you out. Huffing Leah turned to look at you as you climbed into bed eyes softening when she copped her jumper you were wearing.

Leah relaxed again once camp was over and she could put distance between you and Grace, only it didn't last long as now the younger midfielder wouldn't stop blowing up your phone. Leah knew she had to do something to show Grace you were hers and with the final North London derby of the season due to be played at Tottenham Hotspur Stadium Leah couldn't think of a better time to do it.

During the next match against Tottenham, Leah's demeanour shifted. Her tackles were sharper, her presence more commanding. She positioned herself strategically, ensuring that no opponent came close to you without facing her wrath, especially Grace.

As the game progressed, Leah's protective instincts intensified. She intercepted passes meant for you, shielding you from potential harm. Her eyes blazed with determination, a silent declaration of her commitment to keeping you safe, to keep you to herself.

After the final whistle, as the team celebrated another hard-earned victory, Leah pulled you aside. Her eyes softened as she cupped your face gently. "I couldn't bear the thought of anyone else trying to take you away from me," she confessed, her voice laced with vulnerability.

You wrapped your arms around her, reassurance flooding through every touch. "I'm yours, Leah, I'll only ever be yours" you whispered, pulling her into your arms.

At that moment, amidst the cheers and the camaraderie of the team, Leah realised that her jealousy stemmed not from insecurity but from a deep-rooted love for you. And as you stood together, she knew that nothing could ever come between you. Not some random girl at a club and certainly not Grace Clinton

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[woso-dreamzzz]

Injured (Jenni's Version): Future

Grace Clinton x Reader

Summary: You need to leave

"Mami! Mami! Mami!"

You smile slightly, continuing to pack your suitcase as your son lays back on your bed.

"Yes, my James?"

He grins at you. "Can I come?"

You shake your head. "You know you can't."

"But why?"

"Because Paris is a long way away from Lyon." You add another set of pointe shoes to your bag. "And I need you to do a very special job for me."

You sit down on the bed, patting the spot next to you.

James is more than happy to crawl towards you, leaning close to hear his special job.

"You're a very responsible boy, aren't you?"

He nods. "I helped Mummy pick up Ollie's poo yesterday on our walk!"

Ollie's your family dog. Grace had gotten him for you when the first two rounds of ivf didn't take and you'd been so down about it. You were right in the middle of your third round and losing hope when Grace had come home with a German Shepherd puppy.

You called Ollie your good luck charm because two weeks after you'd successfully potty trained him, you fell pregnant with your other golden boy, James.

"That's very responsible!" You tell him," Because I need a very responsible boy to help me out."

"I'm responsible! I'm responsible! What is it?"

"I need you to be in charge of the house while I'm gone," You tell him," That's why you can't come with. You've got to make sure Mummy doesn't order takeout every day and cleans up Olivia's toys when she's done playing."

Olivia's the other light of your life, your nearly one year old daughter.

You didn't particularly want to leave either of them but you'd been called up by the Paris Opera Ballet to be their guest Principal for one of the shows they were putting on and you loved dancing in their venue.

Originally, you were going to say no but Grace pushed you to accept. She was more than capable of looking after both of the kids at once.

"I'll make sure Mummy eats healthy and cleans up!" James tells you," Can I go tell her I'm in charge while you're gone?"

"I'm sure she would love that."

James goes bursting out of the room and you take the time to finish packing.

Ollie whines a little as you zip up the bag.

"I'm sorry, Ollie," You say, gently stroking his head," You know I'll back soon."

Ollie's the family dog, technically, but, secretly, you know he's yours. He had been incredibly protective over you when you were pregnant with Livy and he had been super excitable as a puppy when you were pregnant with James.

Fully grown now, he loved being in the same room as you. He adored the kids and Grace, of course, but you had always been his person.

Frankly, you were getting a little worried he was lonely in the house alone all day so you and Grace had been in talks about getting Ollie his own puppy.

It was only fair to Olivia as well.

Ollie grew up with James. It's only right to have a puppy for Olivia to grow up with too.

But, that was a conversation for when you got back and after your planned trip to Spain in the summer.

It would be nice, you think, to have a puppy for Ollie to be the best big brother too just like how James is the best big brother to Livy.

Ollie follows you down the stairs, his favourite tennis ball in his mouth as you start pulling your suitcase down.

Grace appears at the bottom, hurrying up to swap the bag with Livy and carry it the down for you.

"Careful, beautiful," She says as you swap," You don't want to strain anything before you go on stage." She winks at you and you roll your eyes.

"Did James tell you I've left him in charge?"

"He did," Grace replies with a grin," I think he's already planning on demanding Big Bed access."

"Don't let him," You remind her but your wife just shrugs.

"I don't know. He's making a convincing case. Says that it would be cold without you and he should be there to warm it up."

"If you get him in the habit of sleeping in our bed while I'm away, Grace Clinton, then you're in trouble and I'm choosing what breed the next puppy is."

"Oh, come on!" Grace is laughing though so you know she isn't taking your empty threats too seriously. "Cab's here though. You finished up just in time."

"Okay." You pull on your coat surprisingly well for someone balancing a baby in the other arm.

You litter kisses all over Livy's face as Grace calls James to the door.

"I'll miss you, Mami," He tells you and you crouch down to give him kisses too.

"I'll miss you too, James," You say," I love you, baby."

"Love you too."

He curls into your arms and your rock him side to side softly before pulling away.

"Remember, you're in charge, okay? So I want you to boss around Mummy and make her eat healthy, deal?"

He nods. "Deal."

"I'll see you in a week, amor," You tell Grace, pecking her lips a few times and laughing when she tries to chase your kiss each time.

"Love you, beautiful."

"Love you too."

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[pelova4president]

Wingteam

Grace Clinton x Reader

Summary~ You thought you could trust Beth with your secret crush… you thought wrong.

“No Beth, i don’t like her!” you groaned. Why did they always do this to you. Everyone had their suspicions about your crush on the young Spurs talent but they didn’t have to out you like that, in front of the girl herself. You looked away from Grace with red cheeks and gave Beth a warning look.

Beth’s been a sort of mom to you. You stayed at her house when you started playing for the blue and white club. You were just sixteen and your parent lived at least four hours away. Traveling to training every day just wasn’t realistic like that so Beth took you in.

It’s been three years since then and you’ve finally moved out. Beth still had a room ready for you when you wanted to stay over but you both knew it would be better for you if you got your own apartment.

Your captain’s always been noisy. When you lived with the player she was asking for all your latest school and relationship drama. Most times you gave in and told her the gossip but you held some information to yourself, like some of your crushes. But now that you don’t share an apartment anymore she got even more noisy, she felt like she didn’t get all the details of your life so she was digging deep for your secrets.

Beth had invited you over for dinner one evening in the hopes to get an update on your seemingly dead love life. As soon as she opened the door she was asking you the most out of pocket questions.

“So you’ve got a crush hm?” she grinned. Ofcourse she knew you had a crush on someone but you had to deny. “Don’t know what you’re talking about old lady.” you shrugged her off, walking into the living room. Beth rolled her eyes at your nickname but didn’t give up.

“I know you’ve got one, come on tell me. I’m basically your mom by now. You’ve got to tell me kid.” she argued. Beth was pulling the ‘i raised you card’ and you had to give in to her. “Whatever, yeah so what? You’ve had crushes too.” you drowned in her couch cushions.

“I knew it! Oh my god is it someone from the team?” you blushed at that, how did she fucking know. “No way! It is! Is it Celin? Wait no no, is it Lenna? Oh my god is it Clinton..” you looked down. Beth’s mouth fell open, “No fucking way.. your crush is Grace Clinton.” she gasped.

“Don’t fucking tell anyone Bethany England. You may act like my mom but you’re not mom enough to go around and tell everyone and their gran my secrets.” you sighed. Why did you even come over in the first place.

“You know me, i wouldn’t tell a soul!” she said, her hand moving to her heart offended. You looked at her with a raised eyebrow, “Yeah, right..”

And just like you expected she just couldn’t keep your secret to herself. In no time Martha knew and told Rebecca who told Rosella and she basically told the whole team. And now you had to deal with their teasing too.

After winning a big North London derby a few of the girls went out to celebrate, including the smiling girl you’ve had your eyes on. And just like always, after a few shots and drinks Celin demanded everyone had to play a game.

“Everyone! Truuuuuuth or dare now.” she yelled across the room. It was hard to not participate or to get out of it since Celin and Grace would literally force you to sit down and play along.

Most of your older teammates had already gone home to their partners, boring. So you sat down in between Charlie and Lenna who had joined you earlier. Grace and Celin sat across from you, together like always.

Sometimes that made you a little jealous but you knew Celin had a boyfriend and Grace probably didn’t like her like that. And Lenna told you Grace saw Celin as her bestfriend, they were like sisters.

When Celin had everyone sitting in a circle the fun could begin. She dared Rosella to down two shot at the same time.

Lenna got asked who she wouldn’t let her kid date and after a bit of poking for an answer she said Celin. Charlie had to tell everyone her worst sex story, and surely no one could top that.

When it was Beth’s turn to ask someone she chose you. She was out to get you and you knew it. “Hmm truth or dare, pipsqueak?” she asked. She knew you absolutely hated that name, she was just trying to embarrass you.

It didn’t matter what you would chose, none of the options would be in your favour. “I hate you, dare.” you murmured under your breath. “Sorry, didn’t hear you there. Speak up.” she grinned from ear to ear.

“I said dare” you repeated. You didn’t think her smile could get any bigger but it was taking up her whole face now. What was she gonna say…

“Hmmm.. what should i say…” your captain pretended to think. “I dare you to… play seven minutes in heaven with…” she was teasing you, you knew it. This fucking hag. Beth was really playing out a whole theatre performance. She was looking around the room, pointing with her fingers until her pointer stopped. Grace.

“I dare you to play seven minutes in heaven with Clinton.” she finished. You looked at your older teammate like she had just murdered your cat.

“You’ve already rejected your last truth so you can’t back out of this one.” your new Australian teammate reminded you.

You looked at Grace with pink cheeks. Grace gave you a shy smile and nodded, signalling she’d participate.

As you walked towards the nearest door you heard your football mom shout. “Have fun! But not too much!” did she really have to embarrass you so much in front of your crush..

Grace opened the door for you like a real gentlewoman. When she closed the door you looked at each other for a bit. You didn’t know what to say so you became red, your ears felt like they were on fire.

“Look, if you don’t want to do anything we can just talk for the next few minutes. All good.” the blonde spoke up. You looked up at Grace and knew that this was probably the best chance you would ever get. That and Beth would probably murder you if you didn’t make a move.

“I do not not want to kiss you.” you whispered softly but loud enough to reach the ears of the English girl. “Hmm, what’d you say. Didn’t really hear you?” she grinned.

Looking at her face you could see she had heard exactly what you had said. But how could you resist such a pretty face with those beautiful eyes and cute freckles. “We can kiss.” you spoke, this time louder.

Grace took that as her chance to take your face into her hands. Her thumb was tracing your bottom lip until you looked her in the eyes. “That’s all i needed to hear pretty girl.” she breathed.

Her pink lips finally touched yours. She was sweet just like you had imagined. She deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring your mouth. Grace was rough this time, biting your lip and exploring your body with her hands.

And when the two of your broke the kiss, completely out of breath she spoke again. “Fuck, how much i’ve been wanting to do that. Seeing you staring at me in training gets me so worked up and you just didn’t seem to make a fucking move. Had to do it all myself hmm.” she laughed.

“Beth’s done half the work. You’ve got such a big ego Clinton, give the granny some credit.” you rolled your eyes.

Still, you’d never admit that Beth has actually helped you with all her secret spilling.

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y/n_y/l/n you’ve got such a big ego 😒

↳ graceclinton_x you love it tho 🫶

↳ y/n_y/l/n no, i don’t.

↳ graceclinton_x no need to lie love, i know you do

lennagw finally!!!!!! done with this shit

↳ charli_grant me too couldn’t see that shit show for an extra day

↳ y/n_y/l/n grace wasn’t that bad..

↳ charli_grant … wasn’t talking about grace

celinbizet she’s stolen my bestie

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↳ celinbizet fuck you grace clinton

bethanyengland4 all thanks to me, yet again

↳ graceclinton_x i’ve done all the hard work, i’ll give you 50% creds max

A/N made the fic different than i wanted but yeah didn’t have much inspiration

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[pitchsidestories]

New Romantics II Grace Clinton x Bronze!Reader

masterlist I word count: 2534

a/n: hi, this is inspired by the cute request here. Anyone interested in a part 2 ?

You stood at the window of your London flat, taking in the view over the city. It was a surprisingly nice day but the restless feeling in your chest kept you from enjoying it. Your girlfriend watched you from the sofa on the other side of the room.

Unsurprisingly, as she had been called up for Englands Senior squad before. Something you have also wanted for a long time. And you were hoping that today would be the day your wish would come true.

A sudden buzzing sound jolted you from your thoughts.

It took you a moment to realize what was happening. You met Grace's eyes as you looked at your phone on the coffee table. It was still buzzing, the screen lit up with an unknown number.

“That’s her number, babe. Go and take the call!“, Grace exclaimed, bouncing on the cushions of the sofa.

“Okay, okay, calm down. You’re even more nervous than me.“, you joked before taking the call. “Hello?“

“Hello, y/n. It’s Sarina. I’m just calling to inform you that you made the team and we can’t wait to meet you.“, the national team coach immediately got to the point.

You could not stop yourself from beaming: “Thank you, Sarina. This call-up means a lot to me.“

With her typical dutch accent, she replied: “You really deserve it. I hope to see you soon.“

“I can’t wait.“

Your cheeks already started to hurt from smiling as you ended the call.

Grace walked over to you and wrapped her arms around you: “I can see from the look on your face that you got the call-up. Congrats.“

„Thanks.“ You shook your head in disbelief: “We’ll be going to the England Senior National team together. I’m so excited!“

You quickly pulled away from your girlfriend's embrace and turned on some music. You took Graces hands in yours and started moving the rhythm.

The midfielder laughed, trying to follow your movements. You had to admit that even though celebrating your call-up to the national team with a dance party was something you usually did when you played for youth teams, it never lost its fun.

However, one sudden realization made you pause after two songs.

“I guess I should tell my sister the big news…“, you said suddenly.

Grace turned off the music and gave you an amused look: “I wouldn’t be surprised if she already knew.“

“You’re probably right. Lucy loves to chat with Sarina about womens football, maybe she gave her a hint during one of their conversations.“, you laughed, thinking back about the time your sister had told you about her discussions with her coach.

“Probably.“, your girlfriend agreed.

With a look on your phone, you had to correct yourself: “In fact, Lucy is already calling.“

Eagerly you answered your phone: “Hi, Luce. Sarina called me up for the lionesses!“

“I know! About time that you finally join the grown-ups.”, your big sister responded in a jokingly tone.

Amused you shook your head: “About time? Lucy, do I have to remind you that you were 22 when you joined the senior England team and that I just turned 21 in February?”

“Excuse me? Do you know who I had to compete with? Alex fucking Scott.”, she huffed.

“Yeah, yeah you had no chance before that I know the story, you told it many times.”, you teased her while the Barcelona defender could hear Grace laugh in the background.

Because you two were on a video call you were able to see Lucy lifting an eyebrow in this exact moment unlike her eyes her ears were hearing everything:” Who is with you? Is that Grace?”

“Yes, that’s Grace, we celebrated our call ups together before you called and interrupted us.”, you explained smirking.

She rolled her eyes at you:” Sorry, that I wanted to congratulate my sister.”

“No, it’s cute.”, Grace interjected.

You both wrinkled your nose, pretended to be disgusted by her comment, while the defender was the first to speak again:” Ew, don’t call this cute.”

“Yeah, we’re not cute we’re cool sisters.”, you added.

“I’m going to hang up now. I’ll see you in camp.”, Lucy declared. You both didn’t need to say anything more because you two knew that the other was excited and happy to meet her sister again.

“Goodbye, Lucy.”, you waved at her before ending the video call.

Still smiling you turned around to face your girlfriend:” Where were we before she came between us?”

 “We danced but don’t worry I ordered our favourite dinner to celebrate this special day right.”, she winked at you.

Beaming you placed a kiss to her flushed cheek:” You’re the best.”

“If I was a Bronze, I would just say I know but I’m not so you’re welcome.”, Grace said, even a bit redder than before.

“No, I prefer you as a Clinton.”, you told her.

“Thanks.”

As the doorbell rang, she clapped her hands, looking thrilled:” Oh, that’s the delivery service!”

The days went by quickly, in just a blink of an eye Grace and you were arriving at St. George’s Park together. Your girlfriend didn’t even look like a boyfriend with her brown hoodie and cap on, she even had the attitude of one as the forward was attempting to carry both of your suitcases.

“Babe, I can take my suitcase perfectly by myself.”, you pouted at her, being a Bronze made you very independent although you secretly loved when Grace did something like this.

“No.”, she decidedly waved you off.

You both turned your heads to a cheerful scream coming from no other than Ella:”  My favourite young lovebirds have arrived!”

Next to the Manchester United player your big sister showed up grinning, warning your girlfriend:” Clinton! Let her carry her suitcase herself, she’s getting spoiled!”

“You don’t get to have a say in how I treat my princess, Bronze. Especially not when I saw pictures of Ona carrying your things.“, Grace retorted unimpressed and continued to carry your suitcase towards your room.

There was an audible gasp from the older players.

Lucy pretended to gag: “Princess?“

“Don’t you dare say anything more!“, you warned and followed your girlfriend to your room.

You stayed in these rooms before with the youth teams but this time, things felt different, more serious. You took your time to take in the room before you started unpacking.

You were in the middle of putting away your warm-up shirts, when there was a knock on the door.

“Come on in.“, you said, expecting Grace to stand in the door way.

To your surprise, it was your sister that opened the door and let her gaze wander across the chaos you had created while unpacking: “Of course it’s chaotic in here already.“

“Rude!“, you said and threw a shirt in her general direction.

Lucy casually caught it mid-air and shook her head: “Typical.“

You crossed your arms in front of your chest, looking at your sister: “So, what do you want?“

“Checking in on you.“, she shrugged casually.

“Aw, that’s sweet of you.“, you teased her.

Lucy raised an eyebrow: “Sweet? Sarina made me do it.“

“She did?!“, you laughed, knowing full well that your sister was just pretending to be too cool to care about you.

“Yeah, she’s such a mum.“, Lucy rolled her eyes.

“But we’re adults here, I don’t need a babysitter.“, you protested.

“The youngsters always get babysitters.“

“Oh wow. Any advice for camp life, Lucy?“, you asked.

You older sister lifted a warning finger: “Yeah, be good or you’ll get in trouble with your sister.“

Before you could reply that Lucy was horribly annoying with her overprotectiveness, Grace appeared behind your sister with an innocent smile: “Sorry to interrupt you two but it’s dinner time.“

“Let’s go. We can’t miss that. The food here is great.“, Lucy said, nodding in the direction of the floor.

“Coming.“ You took Graces hand in yours as you followed your sister to the dining room.

“Look at this cute couple!“, Beth yelled when you entered the room.

Alessia who sat next to her Arsenal team mate agreed: “They’re so adorable.“

You could feel your cheeks heat as you sat down at their table.

Lucy grimaced in disgust: “Stop it, one of them is my little baby sister you’re gushing about.“

Lauren James who sat down next to Lucy with a full plate gave her a smirk: “Looks like she got all the good genes, Bronzy.“

“LJ, what do you mean by that?! Don’t worry, I’ll beat you on the training pitch.“, Lucy threatened her with a grin.

“You can try, grandma.“, the youngster laughed.

“Don’t you worry.“

You were glad that their playful bickering was entertaining the table now.

Gently, you squeezed Graces hand under the table: “Let’s ignore them for now and grab some food, love.“

“It’s kind of funny though.“, Grace grinned and got up from her seat, pulling you with her.

“Yes, it is.“, you admitted as you walked over to the buffet together.

As the blonde was putting some salad onto her plate, she hummed:” I love this team.”

“Me too.”, you nodded.

After taking a bite from the pasta dish your girlfriend continued raving:”And the food is delicious.”

“Oh yes, you weren’t promising too much.”

You two were back at your table and you really enjoyed the food the cooks made for the team.

“Right?”, Grace beamed at you.

“Yes.”

“But wait until training starts tomorrow.”, the Tottenham player reminded you why you were here in the first place.

“I’m ready for it.”, you truthfully replied, you simply couldn’t wait to prove everyone that you had a right to be here and not because you and your sister shared the same surname.

Delighted Grace announced:” It’s going to be fun.”

The training over the next days was tough and light-hearted at the same time because the atmosphere between the girls was great even though you were all competing for the starting eleven or to be substituted.

You couldn’t believe your luck when Sarina told you during the match against Sweden to warm up.

“Nervous, little Bronzey.”, Khiara asked you amused.

“A bit.”, you mumbled.

“You can do it.”, Esme whispered into your ear before hugging you shortly.  

Making your way from the bench to the pitch Sarina patted encouragingly your shoulder: “She’s right, enjoy it, y/n.”

“Thank you, I won’t let you down.”, you promised the England coach before you stepped onto the grass. For a moment you felt overwhelmed by the noise and the crowd which showed up at Wembley remembering when you attended the first games of your big sister where only a few people came to watch it.

Naturally you looked for Lucy and for a second you exchanged a meaningful glance. Her green eyes which were the exact same shade as yours seemed to say Show them what you can do. You’re a Bronze. Now you were ready to play football.  

In the end you didn’t disappoint Sarina who believed in you enough to give you a chance tonight, you assisted Grace and scored a goal yourself in the last minute of the game. The stadium was buzzing with excitement and so were you: “We won, Grace!”

“What a game you had!”, she shouted back giddily before kissing your cheek.

Equally thrilled you remarked:” You were amazing too.” Wearing a bright grin on your lips you turned around to face your sister:” What do you think, Luce? Was it good enough?”

You could tell that your sister forced her face to remain blank as she shrugged: “You were okay. The kiss wasn’t necessary though.“

“Yes, it was!“, Grace protested by your side, her hands wrapped around your waist in a side hug.

“Absolutely not.“, Lucy said and rolled her eyes before walking past you into the dressing room.

Grace and you shared an exhilarated grin and followed suit. As soon as the door of the dressing room closed behind you, you turned to your girlfriend and kissed her quickly and passionately. As soon as two of you broke apart again, you found your sister demonstratively looking into the opposite direction. You smirked.

Keira elbowed Lucy with a thrilled expression on her face: “Your little sister feels untouchable tonight. Those two are lucky that they are cute.“

“They’re not even that cute.“, the defender replied unimpressed.

Leah sang along to the song playing in the dressing room while pointing to you and Grace: “Baby, we’re the new romantics. The best people in life are free.“

Keira shrugged with a laugh: “Leah’s singing is even worse compared to them.“

Finally, the corners of Lucys mouth quirked upwards.

It was already late when you arrived back at the hotel. You had enjoyed celebrating your debut with the rest of the team but when you reached your hotel room, you were exhausted and ready to go to bed. You had just changed into your pyjamas when there was knock on your door. Yawning, you opened it and found yourself face to face with your older sister.

“Hi, what’s wrong. It’s late.“

Lucy stood there and considered you for a moment: “I’m proud of you, kid. You played great tonight.“

“I thought I was only okay.“, you smirked.

“Shut up and come here.“, she just said and pulled you into a tight hug. Her hugs might have been rare, but they always carried a lot of love. It felt comforting, almost like being home for Christmas and you suddenly realized how much you have missed playing with her again.

With your head was still buried on her shoulder, you whispered: “To be fair, I was a bit nervous… You made our family name so big in womens football and I didn’t want to let you or our team down.“

Lucy released you from the hug but kept her hands on your upper arms: “You couldn’t have let anyone down. You’re not me and people know that. One day, you might even be better than me.“

You gave her a weak smile: “Who knows, right?“

“Who knows.“

“But it felt great to play together.”, you admitted.

“We’ll have a few more games together, trust me. You’ll be called up again.”, Lucy replied seriously.

You felt your grin grew deeper: ”I’d love to play with you as long as possible.”

“You’ll.”, she promised solemnly while padding your back one last time before telling you good night and leaving the room.

“Finally, I thought she’ll never leave!”, Grace sighed relieved, the blonde had been hiding underneath the blankets during your whole chat with your sister.

“Grace!”, you exclaimed laughing.

“What? I could barely breathe under this.”, the Tottenham player said as she pointed accusingly to the bedding.

“Sorry, love.”, you apologized.

Her gaze at you turned soft:”Come here now.”

You quickly followed her wish and joined her in your hotel bed. Happily, Grace wrapped your arms around you. Feeling her warmth around you, you were starting to get sleepy:” That was a great game tonight, wasn’t it?”

“The best so far.”, your girlfriend responded, before she kissed the top of your head and turning the lights off. Today was certainly a day you both would remember and cherish forever.

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[wileys-russo]

request for bf lessi x reader where sick grace clinton and clinging on the reader more than usual. Lessi doesn’t like that her cuddles are being stolen

mother hen II a.russo

you'd first met your girlfriend when you were both just fifteen, she was boisterous and outgoing and drew in everyone around her like a magnet.

alessia was easy to talk to and within just a few days of knowing her you felt so at ease in conversation it was like you'd known her for years.

you lived on opposite ends of the country but were always texting or calling with one another as you grew closer, in fact you often teasingly blamed the blonde for getting you into trouble at school because she would always text you while in class.

as you grew older you both in your own ways realised that maybe you harbored some feelings for one another that grew beyond the tight friendship that had blossomed over the years.

though as time had passed alessia had matured and become a little less outspoken, and so with an astounding fear of rejection at the back of her mind she kept these feelings to herself, as you did the same.

but naturally in your later teens you couldn't ignore the feelings between you both forever, and when you were dared to kiss one another on an under 19's national camp during a game of spin the bottle, everything shifted.

still neither one of you came forward with how you both felt, but your interactions changed. hugs lingered a little longer and filled you with a different sort of comfort and warmth, your touches seemed to feel more personal and concise.

things changed yet again when she left for college, that hug was something different all together and alessia had forced herself not to look back at you as all of her friends and family cheered when she walked through the departures terminal at the airport.

you didn't stop speaking of course, it was more difficult with the time differences but you'd both made a pact not to let that cause you both to fall out or drift away.

when alessia would come home on breaks and holidays everything fell right back into place like she'd never left, it never became any less easy to talk to her, but there was always an underlying tension that neither one of you wanted to point out for fear of what it might mean.

you signed with manchester united the year before alessia did on a three year contract, the blonde was endlessly proud of you and even made sure to come home for the celebrations of your first professional contract.

after a few drinks and away from the watchful gazes of your friends and family you were laid together in alessia's bed in her childhood home, a room which seemed frozen in time as it had never changed in the slightest over the years she was away.

maybe the confidence to finally tap into the unspoken electricity between you both was fueled by alcohol, or maybe you'd both just grew tired of dancing around the truth for so long.

the kiss was years in the making and the relief which flooded both of your bodies when afterward you both came clean about the feelings harbored toward one another felt like the weight of the world was lifted off your shoulders.

when alessia returned home for good you were over the moon, even more so when she accepted her own contract at united and you could finally be together in a way you'd both long yearned for.

you played together for two seasons in manchester, came out to your families and reveled in developing the newfound connection and relationship between you, exploring it together and growing more and more in love with one another as the months passed.

but when your contract with united ended and the past season you'd spent more time on the bench than on the pitch, meaning the senior national team call ups stopped coming, you suddenly had a big decision to make when other offers from new clubs came flooding in.

alessia had promised no matter what your decision was, it was yours to make and she would be by your side in full support regardless, she loved you truly and purely and nothing would change that.

with promised minutes and a bumped up salary you accepted the offer from tottenham with constant reassurance from your girlfriend that compared to country to country distance, manchester to london was nothing.

it wasn't always easy but you made it work, and when eventually alessia joined arsenal you could be together again in the way you both missed dearly.

the striker got her own apartment with intention of it becoming shared once your own lease was up, and hardly spending a night away from one anothr the moment your lease ended you moved in for good.

if there was one thing that came to mind when someone spoke your name, one shining attribute that trumped the others, it was the selfless drive you had to look after everyone around you.

though in hand that often meant you'd put others needs before your own and it pained alessia at times to watch you prioritize others over yourself, she knew no matter what she said you wouldn't change and your intentions were never ever with any malice.

you were just quite simply, a good person.

your girlfriend was nothing short of protective, she had been ever since the two of you were just friends. when she was younger it was worse, if someone else had your attention she'd go out of her way to do anything to gain it for herself.

make a joke, make a scene, show off, be loud, anything she could to have your sole attention and with how fond you were of the taller girl it worked near every time, your teammates just rolling their eyes at the obvious need alessia had to command your entire focus.

when you started dating you were well aware of your girlfriends tendencies to judge a wandering eye thrown your way, even if it was nothing more than just that.

the moment alessia felt threatened in the slightest you were made aware. if it was being tugged into her lap, her lips kissing at your neck or jaw, hugged tightly from behind, your head gently turned to only be looking at her.

it amused you to no end just how possessive the striker could become, and though you knew it wasn't with any malice you would always chatisize her for it before assuring her that she was the only girl you had eyes for, watching as she would melt back into a puddle of puppy dog eyes and a pout.

alessia was always the more outgoing of the two of you and you were always more level headed, the two of you together was a balancing act that perfectly matched what the other lacked.

though that care and drive to look after others meant you'd adopted some of the younger members of your club team as your own of sorts, first and foremost which was grace.

having already been quite close with her during your shared time at united, when you'd moved to the club she was on loan at the twenty year old was over the moon and you found her attached to your side from day one.

that extended beyond the pitch of course, and at times alessia wanted nothing more than to throw out your seemingly adopted daughter when she overstayed her welcome at your shared home.

though admittedly alessia also had a soft spot for the young scouse and with a bat of her eyelids and a plea the blonde couldn't stay mad at her for long. especially not with how much you clearly cared for grace, which alessia recognized wasn't all too dissimilar to her own close relationship with mary.

but this week in spain on camp with a seemingly harmless cold sweeping the team everything had shifted, and that soft spot alessia harbored for the younger girl was wearing dangerously thin.

when you and alessia had found out camp would be in spain and you were both named in the squad you were over the moon, with demanding schedules and league titles to be fought for you'd not had a vacation in well over a year and you'd both grown beyond exhausted of the drizzly grey weather of england.

alessia was looking forward to sun, football, time with close friends and of course some quality time finally playing alongside her girlfriend for the same team.

but when the cold had you down for two days all of that went out of the window as you stayed behind to work in the gym when she was out on the pitch.

but despite your warnings alessia still stuck to your side anytime she could, and with a strong immune system never fell victim to the cold you had, relieved when you'd finally slept through the night without coughing or sniffling and woken up with the color returned to your face.

but there was another person who'd been around who did not have such a strong immune system, grace.

thankfully it hadn't hit her as hard as it did you and she was still able to train with the group like normal, just needing a few extra breaks here and there.

but with you still worried for her, alessia suddenly lost you as her training partner and watched as every session you hovered by grace and paired up with her instead.

"jesus christ less you're gonna take my head off this is just a drill!" mary yelped as she dove out of the way of the ball spiraling straight at her face which cracked the back of the net with a swoosh.

but the blonde didn't even hear her, attention already switched to watch you training at the other goal across the field, eyebrows knitted into a frown watching as you stood to the side awaiting your turn, grace leaning into your side as your arm was drawn over her shoulder.

"don't tell me you're jealous. they're like sisters less urgh!" ella shoved her best friend with a teasing smirk, snapping her attention out of it as she shoved her back.

"no! don't be stupid tooney." the blonde rolled her eyes and readied herself for another kick, the pass sent in by lotte as her boots smacked against it with a thump.

"alessia!" mary yelped as again she dove out of the way, the ball sailing right at her face somehow even faster and harder than the other one did. "sorry mary!" alessia winced as the older girl groaned from the ground.

the whistle blew to signal training was over and as much as your girlfriend wanted nothing more than to plant herself at your side she quickly hurried over to help mary up.

"don't use me as a punching bag for your relationship issues, or at least kick the ball away from my head less!" mary huffed as the girl hauled her up to her feet and brushed the grass and dirty away from her knees.

"i don't have relationship issues i have grace issues." alessia rolled her eyes after hugging mary in apology. "ohh i see. you're all moody because your girlfriends too busy looking after her adopted daughter when she's sick instead of paying attention to you, poor little less!" mary cooed teasingly pinching her cheek and pulling her into her side.

"anytime i think i get five minutes alone with her grace appears with a headache or a runny nose or a sore throat. she's barely sick she's fine, she's been training the whole time!" alessia rolled her eyes with a huff, marys body vibrating with laughter.

"mary its not funny! can't you look after her?" the striker whined with a frown at the girl who held her hands up. "i've got my hands full with the hopes of england, sorry less." mary sighed holding them up as alessia rolled her eyes and swatted them away.

"hi baby." though she perked up at the sound of your voice and span around with a beaming smile. "less!" you laughed as the taller girl picked you up into a bear hug, settling you back onto your feet and continuing to hug you tightly.

"i missed you." the blonde mumbled as you rubbed her back and laughed. "lessi we were apart for like thirty minutes." you grinned, gently pulling away though alessia made sure to keep a tight hold on her hand.

"lets go lay by the pool babe, suns lovely." alessia suggested as you nodded your agreement, laughing at the way your girlfriend practically dragged you with her.

"less!" you laughed louder as the taller girl all but threw you onto the sun lounger, crawling on top of you with a grin. "hello gorgeous." the blonde smiled eagerly as you shook your head.

"mmm that feels nice." you sighed happily as the taller girl laid down on top of you, gently kissing at your neck and jaw as your arms wound round her back scratching lightly up and down at the skin beneath her training top.

"so does that." alessia smiled against your neck, head popping out to hover over you again, not missing the way her eyes flickered down to your lips. "not getting shy are you now baby?" you teased, the girl never hesitant about kissing you.

"no but someones getting cocky." your girlfriend grinned back, lips hovering over yours, curling into a smirk as you leant up to capture them in your own and she pulled her head back.

"its not nice to tease alessia." you raised an eyebrow, her hands wandering to grab your hips, thumbs rolling circles as she continued to smile and hover over you.

though right as it seemed she'd finally given in, leaning down and pressing her lips against yours a ball thumped and hit her in the back of the head.

"now now you two there are children round here! nobody wants to watch you eat each others faces in broad daylight." mary grinned as alessia groaned into your shoulder and rolled off of you, grabbing the ball and hauling it back at millie who caught it with a beaming smile.

"back to your room or mine babe?" your girlfriend asked hopefully with a coy smile as you laughed and pushed her head away from you. "here i was thinking you just wanted to soak up the spanish sun, work on a tan, admire the poolside view...when you only want me for my body." you tutted with a shake of your head.

"i do not! i love everything about you, including your body." alessia corrected, sitting up as you rolled your eyes affectionately and she grinned cheekily.

"in fact, if i told you you had a beautiful body would you hold it against me?" alessia smirked with a wink, dropping down on top of you again and kissing all over your face making you laugh and halfheartedly shove her off.

but right as alessia went to properly kiss you again now the girls had wandered away, a whiny voice yelling out your name had her smile dropping.

"we're not here." her hand covered your mouth as you glared at her and pulled it off, sitting up as alessia rolled onto her back and sighed deeply, grace appearing a few seconds later.

"whats wrong gracie?" you smiled as the girl dropped down on the lounger on your other side, melting into you as the taller girl wrapped her arms around your torso and you ran a hand through her hair.

"me heads fuckin killin!" grace huffed with a scowl as you pressed the back of your hand to her forehead. "you feel a little warm but thats probably just from running around at training. did you ask for another advil?" you frowned, rubbing circles into her back as alessia glared at the younger girl who simply stuck her tongue out at her and nodded.

"maybe some sleep? we've not got anything else on until dinner." you suggested softly as grace nodded, moving around until she was laying down comfortably with her head in your lap as alessia's eye twitched.

"maybe you should sleep in your own room in your bed!" alessia warned, flicking grace's ear as you clicked your tongue at her and smacked her hand away. "tell ya bulldog girlfriend to stop pickin on me." grace mumbled as alessia's eyes widened.

"less! act your age." you warned before she could retaliate, the smug smile on grace's face having alessia wish she could smack it off as alessia stood up with a huff.

"where are you going?" you sighed as she stood at the end of the lounger with a scowl and her arms crossed over her chest. "away from our apparent adopted child who i did not want!" grace whined as alessia pinched the back of her ankle, the younger girl kicking at her lazily.

"less she's sick!" you laughed as the blonde sent you a pout and a frown. "yeah less i'm sick." grace echoed, turning her head to look up at the older girl with a grin who shook her head. "did you say she had a temperature?" alessia questioned as you nodded.

"a little. but at least you sound clearer and you're not coughing." you directed the last few words at grace, rubbing her back as alessia's eyes narrowed. grace may have been sick a few days ago but now your girlfriend was sure she was just putting it on for attention.

"oh wait i have to ask sarina something! less be nice, she's sick." you sternly warned your girlfriend who gave you a soft smile as you pried grace off and stood to hurry after your coach who was wandering past with a few of the girls.

"come on russo ya know you'd love a cuddle." grace grinned patting the lounger as alessia scoffed. "with my girlfriend? yes i would. but you won't leave us alone you little shit." alessia again pinched the midfielders ankle who whined.

"keep pickin on me and i'll just tell her, good luck getting a cuddle then." grace grinned as alessia withhheld the urge to scream. she'd always looked at grace like an annoying little sister but it seemed this camp she was determined to really settle into that role.

"do you still feel warm?" alessia sighed as grace perked up, assuming your girlfriend was about to give in and baby her just like you'd been. "a bit." grace shrugged as alessia nodded and gestured for her to sit up.

"why?" grace asked though before she could even blink suddenly she was over alessia's shoulder as the taller girl strode off toward the recovery area. "less! put me down man." the girl tried to roll off but the taller blonde held on tightly.

"nah i'm just helping you get better. you're hot? better cool down." alessia grinned, stopping and suddenly dropping grace into the bright orange bins which were acting as on sight ice baths, the younger girl gasping and spluttering as alessia doubled over laughing.

"you're dead!" grace launched herself out of the bin and lunged at alessia who yelped as a wet body attached to her back, shivers running down her spine as grace dumped a handful of ice down her top.

"oi!" both girls stopped dead in their tracks, alessia turning as grace's arms tightened around her neck, both of them sporting matching guilty smiles as you stood in front with a raised eyebrow and hands on your hips.

"she started it-" "this is all her fault she-"

but both girls fell silent as you held up a hand. "i don't care. grace go to your room and take a hot shower before you get sick again!" you warned, the younger girl dropping from alessia's back and hurrying off at the stern tone in your voice.

"i love you?" alessia tried with a guilty smile, stepping toward you as you shook your head. "are you twenty five or twelve?" you chatsized as she scrunched her nose up. "i really love you?" the blonde repeated.

"i feel sick?" she tried again with a fake cough as you were unable to stop the corners of your mouth upturning into a smile as alessia cleared the remaining distance between you both with a few steps.

"very cute." you hummed with a roll of your eyes. "think i might need some extra cuddles, some extra kisses...just so i feel better." alessia grinned, hands playing with the bottom of your top as you took in her half drenched state with a sigh.

"you are a child sometimes alessia. you know that right?" you sighed tiredly as your girlfriend just shrugged, cold hands sneaking up your top to settle on your sides causing you to flinch.

but before another word could be said her head turned away from you and she let out a few sneezes causing you to raise an eyebrow. "baby i'll give you attention, you don't need to fake being sick." you rolled your eyes with a smile.

"...that wasn't fake."

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[barcaatthemoon]

cup tied || grace clinton x reader ||

you comfort grace when she learns that she can't compete in the finals.

you knew that it was only a matter of time before manchester's management reached out. grace seemed to be none the wiser, and so, it had completely blindsided her. generally, whenever you got to play, it was a big deal, but this start didn't feel right to you. not when grace was so torn up over being forced out of her starting spot by the team that had sent her away.

"gracie?" you called out into your unusually dark bedroom. grace rarely drew the blinds like this in the middle of the day, but she obviously wanted an appropriate brooding location. if you didn't know how genuinely torn up about this grace was, you would have found it somewhat funny.

"go away," grace grumbled. you turned your head towards the somewhat grace-shaped lump on the bed. she was laying face down in the pillows with a blanket covering her body. the room wasn't really cold, so you knew that grace was probably already sweating buckets.

"gracie, babe, talk to me." you walked over to the bed and gently pulled her blanket off. grace let out a small sigh of relief, but didn't make any other moves or noises. you sat down on the bed next to her, softly rubbing circles on her back.

"this isn't you going away." grace just barely lifted her head. it wasn't enough for you to see her face, but it was enough to hear the tears she was holding back. "i don't want to talk about any of this. not how i'm feeling, nothing."

your heart broke a little at her utterly defeated tone. grace may have only been a loan player, but she was a spur. you had gotten to see firsthand how she immersed herself in the club. manchester's managers were assholes for reminding grace that she was cup tied like that immediately after the team made it to the finals. while everybody else was out celebrating, grace was wallowing at home.

"grace, will you please sit up and look at me?" you asked her. grace grumbled, but did as you asked anyway. you offered her a sympathetic smile. the pout that you were met with would have been somewhat funny if it wasn't for the unshed tears making grace's eyes shimmer. "aw, sweet girl, it's okay. come here."

grace all but launched herself into your arms. her body hit against yours with a thud, one that seemingly broke down the walls she had been building up. grace's tears soaked through your shirt, and all you could do was coax her to let it all out. this had meant so much to her, having helped the team every single step of the way before this. she had earned her starting spot in the cup finals, united's management be damned.

"it's not fair," grace cried out. she mumbled something else with her face buried in your neck, so muffled that you couldn't understand a word of it. sometimes you liked to tease grace for her accent, but today wasn't a day that you were going to be any other way than kind with your girlfriend.

"what was that gracie?" you asked her. grace tore her head from the crook of your neck and looked at you. she blinked a couple of times, and for a moment, you expected her to just go right back to the position she had been in before. "grace?"

"i wanted to win with you." grace's bottom lip trembled before she burst into a fit of tears. you moved as quickly as you could to pull grace into a hug. she once again fell into your arms, once again knocking you onto your back in the process. grace was trying to say something through her tears, but it all jumbled together.

"hey, you know that this isn't the end of the world right?" you asked grace. it had taken quite a few minutes, but grace had finally calmed down enough to stop sobbing into your shirt. "there will be other tournaments and finals for us to play in together. if it's something you want, i'll go wherever you go. i don't want to play somewhere that doesn't have you."

"this is your home club. would you really leave for me?" grace didn't look like she believed you, but you were absolutely telling her the truth. the spurs were the only club that you had ever played for, you wanted to retire here, but that didn't mean that you couldn't play for a few other teams before that day came.

"i'd leave the planet if you wanted to play on mars," you told her. grace smiled as she cupped your cheeks in her hands and leaned in to kiss you. you happily kissed her back. there was a light push and pull between the two of you before grace broke the kiss to catch her breath. "i can tell the coaches not to start me in the game. we can sit in the stands together and just watch."

"no, i couldn't ask you to do that for me. i'll be your wag for the final, you've been mine plenty of times. d-do you think that i could borrow a jersey to wear?" grace asked you. she had never worn one of your jerseys to watch you play before. the idea of it had you pushing the sad thoughts about grace momentarily to the side.

the two of you had done jersey swaps before, but back then, she wasn't your girlfriend yet. the idea of grace wearing your jersey in the stands as she cheered you on made your heart race and your head feel like it was in the clouds. grace could see how happy the idea of her in the stands like that made you, so she decided to focus on that instead of being booted for the final.

when the day rolled around, grace was truly the best wag in the stands. you swore that you could hear her above the entirety of the rowdy manchester crowd. every single glance that you shot towards the stands landed directly on grace. she was like your good luck charm, and because of her being there, you knew that you'd win the game.

"this is just as much your win as it is mine," you said as you pulled grace into a hug. it was your very first tournament final start, and it ended in a win. the bittersweetness was not lost on you since your start had only come because of grace being cup tied.

"shut up," grace said fondly. she gave you a big squeeze in the hug, as well as a kiss to the cheek. "i am so fucking proud of you, so please just take this win for me. it's not our win, it's yours. i didn't score that screamer of a goal, nor did i make a perfect cross into the box for beth's header."

"yeah, but you did other things. you taught me how to make crosses like that. you helped me direct my power better for my long shots. most importantly, you've supported me all season, even before you were my girlfriend," you told her. grace was blushing heavily as she attempted to hide her face from you. you couldn't let that happen, however, and grabbed her cheeks to force her to look at you. "but i'll shut up if you just kiss me, gracie."

"happily." grace smiled into the kiss, sighing happily as she did so. the celebrations of the field faded into the background as grace's hands grabbed your hips. all you could focus on was grace, and how amazing it felt in that moment to be with her. you didn't think that you would ever find someone you loved even half as much as grace. it was simply impossible.

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[inuyashaluver]

could you please write something with grace clinton, maybe childhood friends to lovers?

unsure - grace clinton

grace clinton x reader

description: in which trying to figure out your relationship with your childhood best friend has you extremely confused, especially when everyone wants to meddle about in your business

warnings: a little long to fully capture the pining lmao

a/n: gracey girl! thank you for the request, i got a little carried away but enjoy!!!

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everyone in the woso community found it completely mind-boggling that you and your best friend, grace, weren’t dating. you’d grown up together, being family friends almost all your lives. whatever grace did, you did and vice versa.

growing up with grace was truly a treat. the girl complimented you so well, both of you were inseparable ever since you were kids, an obvious factor when the two of you just knew what the other needed, something that was seen in both of your recent call ups to the senior lionesses.

you were talking to maya while waiting to board the bus when you feel a gentle hand on your shoulder stopping your conversation.

you turn to see your best friend bundled up in her puffer with slightly red cheeks from the brisk morning. “would you two like a coffee?” she offers sweetly, both you and maya nod with an appreciative smile.

maya tells grace what she wants and grace immediately walks away after receiving the information she wanted.

you look at her departing figure in slight disbelief, yelling out to her as she walks towards the hotel lobby coffee shop,

“aren’t you gonna ask me what i want, gracie?” you exclaim with a slight smirk. the girl you called to immediately turns at the sound of your voice, “i know what you want, love!” she shrugs while smirking at you.

maya looks at you with a cheeky grin, an expression you’ve received from almost every teammate whenever grace does something for you.

grace returns with the three drinks in her hand, you instantly rush forward to help the girl out, grabbing maya’s drink and giving it to her.

grace hands yours to you with a bright grin, “is it right?” grace already knew the answer as you take a quick sip, your cheeks turning slightly pink when it was exactly what you wanted.

you smile sheepishly at the girl, she reciprocates your shy grin. maya clears her throat at the interaction, claiming she heard ella and alessia calling for her. she rushes off to go tell them about the development of your relationship.

—

there were many instances like this, for instance, one that really stood out was the way you took care of grace.

“do you want me to do your hair for you?” you say to grace when she’s about to tie it up, she was having a rough day, unable to sleep last night (you kissed her on the cheek when she got a goal in training- she replayed the interaction in her head over and over). she looks at you through the mirror in your shared bathroom, “really?” she asks softly,

“of course” you respond with a loving grin, heart eyes evident on your face but grace didn’t think much of it, you always looked at her like that. (clueless)

you gently card your hands through her blond hair, she hums at your contact, noticeably relaxing into your touch. you smile and retrieve her brush, completing her signature slick ponytail with ease.

once complete, you wrap your arms around her waist and rest your head on her back. her hands instantly hold yours on her stomach, leaning into you gently. “i’ll always be here for you, gracie girl” you smile, giving her a quick kiss between her shoulder blades. she turns slightly red, gripping onto you tighter. “me too, love”

—

it was easy for you to admit to yourself that you have feelings for your best friend. you’d discovered it long ago when the both of you were 10. it was grace, it was always grace. your consistent fear of losing the girl caused you to bottle up all your feelings, there was no way she’d felt the same.

in reality, grace has always been crushing on you, ever since she could remember. being parted from you was torture, it was why she insisted the both of you couldn’t be separated, hence why you moved in together, went to the same club and never parted from each other. grace too had fears of losing you, also keeping her feelings under wraps. both you and grace couldn’t imagine a life without each other.

through the motivation and encouragement from one another, you pushed and pushed to be the best versions of yourselves that you could be. (how could the two of you be so clueless to your love?)

—

you were in the lioness change room, sat in your cubby next to grace. you and grace getting the call up to the senior team together was easily one of your greatest accomplishments, both of you cried for the other when the phone call arrived from sarina.

what you and grace didn’t know was that the lionesses had a group chat without you and grace just to meddle in your relationship. they made it their personal mission for the both of you to realise your relationship was anything but just friendship.

“oi, grace!” ella exclaims, throwing an arm over the girl’s shoulder, “i think it’s time we find you a lover” ella smirks. grace visibly tenses, glancing at you from the corner of her eye to see your reaction. you had a slight expression of hurt amongst your features.

“no, ella, i’m fine” grace tries to dismiss her but ella wouldn’t budge. “why? do you have a crush or something?” ella teases, everyone in the change room making suggestive noises and throwing kissy faces towards her, well…everyone except you.

grace could tell you were getting upset, she assumed you wouldn’t want her to be in a relationship in fear you wouldn’t spend as much time with each other - unaware that all you wanted was to be that special someone she called a lover, but both of you were just too clueless.

“alright, tooney, enough” alessia smiles at you sympathetically, pulling ella back to sit in her own cubby. grace moves slightly closer to you, your thighs lightly brushing against hers. “you okay?” she whispers, smiling at you so softly, you just nod at her gently, “yeah, gracie, i’m fine” you try to smile reassuringly but grace could see right through you, she needed to cheer you up.

—

it was time for training, grace was ready to walk up to you to partner up but you were instead stolen by alessia. her smiles slightly fell as you were dragged away from her by alessia.

“sorry, gracie, i need my child!” alessia exclaims, grace just waves her off, smiling at both of you before going to pair up with maya.

you were slightly confused as to why alessia partnered up with you, she’d always been a big sister figure towards you and grace, claiming she was your mother. alessia knew you always trained with grace without fail, why did she want to pair up with you today?

“listen, (y/n/n), do you like grace?” alessia speaks quietly, not wanting to blast your business out to the world, a true mvp. your eyes widen, were you that obvious? “what are you talking about, lessi?” your voice shakes throughout your words, not convincing anyone. “(y/n), please, i’m being serious here” alessia squeezes your shoulder for encouragement.

you let out a shaky sigh, giving her a hesitant nod and a quick “yes” escaping your lips, the first time you’ve ever said it out loud. she just smiles and nods at you, “why haven’t you said anything?” she says quietly, you give her a defeated smile.

“she doesn’t feel the same, i can’t afford to lose her” alessia looks at you in disbelief, “you don’t actually think that, do you? grace definitely likes you” you furrow your eyebrows together, not convinced.

“no, lessi, i think you’ve got it all wrong” you try to reason with her, finding it hard to believe that your best friend returned your feelings.

“really? look at your girl over there” alessia nods her head towards the opposite side of the pitch, you turn to see grace lightly stretching while looking at you with lovesick eyes, throwing you a shy smile and a little wave.

you smile back at her and look back at alessia, “listen, (y/n/n), you don’t see ella looking at me like that, do you?” alessia smiles at you, you shake your head in response, still slightly in disbelief that everyone could tell you were in love with your best friend.

“right, i think you should tell her, it wouldn’t hurt” alessia squeezes your upper arm reassuringly, you can’t help but pull the girl into a tight hug, she instantly returns your embrace to comfort you. “thank you, lessi” you say slightly tearfully, alessia pulls away from you to wipe your tears.

grace watched the whole interaction, her eyes widening when she saw alessia wipe your tears away. she quickly turns to maya apologetically and the girl waves her off immediately, grace immediately sprints to where you were.

alessia held your shoulders as you wipe your tears, the anxiety of losing your best friend eating you alive but also crying at the thought of her liking you back, it was all too much. alessia pulls away when another pair of arms wrap around your waist from the back, a head resting on your shoulder. you were engulfed with the scent of grace, leaning into her instantly.

alessia smiles at you quickly before running off to maya, leaving you two to partner up for the rest of training. “what’s wrong, lovie?” grace pouts, lightly turning you around so you face her, her hands holding you at arms length from her. you just shake your head in response, grace pulls you into a tight hug, soothingly running her hands over your back to calm you down.

“you don’t have to tell me now, but i’m here to talk whenever” she says softly in your ear, you hold onto her tighter, nodding into her neck as you hide your face there. you pull yourself together and continue with training, grace instantly cheering you up just by her presence. when she starts goofing off with you, the entire team watches you both endearingly, smiling so brightly at seeing you two.

—

it was game day, sarina had promised both you and grace that you would be playing today and grace was incredibly nervous. sure, she’s played all her life but there was something about playing with her idols and her crush, wanting to do well to impress both.

she sits in her cubby, decked out in the england kit as she tries to drown out any sounds with her headphones. all the girls were chatting in the change room, still plenty of time before you needed to head out to the pitch.

she’s in her own world until her favourite girl comes and sits next to her. at seeing your gentle smile, she instantly takes off her headphones and puts them to the side as she looks at you. you grab both of her hands in yours, rubbing soothing circles with your thumbs on the back of her hands.

it was an awkward position and grace could tell you were uncomfortable, she grabs both of your legs with her arm and drapes them over her thighs, both of you turning a light shade of pink in your cheeks.

“you okay, gracie girl?” you smile, grace huffs out a laugh, shaking her head lightly, you grip her hands slightly tighter.

she moves her hands upside down so her palms make contact with yours, moving them to interlace with yours and she held you tightly. “just a little nervous” you nod in response, you were nervous too. “what about?” you say softly and grace could have melted in a puddle.

“well, we’re playing today, that’s one thing” she lists and you nod along with her words, “there’s also this girl that’s been on my mind for a long time and i can’t get her out of my head” you slightly tense at that, “oh” you breathe out, “yeah, i really like her but i’m scared of losing her, you know?” you nod at her, unable to speak because you knew she was going to tell you about a girl that wasn’t you.

“she’s very pretty, and special, and smart” she looks right into your eyes when she speaks, surprised she’s not stumbling her words. “she’s an amazing player, great person and my best friend” you grow speechless, your grip on her hands loosens but she holds onto you tighter, not wanting you to slip away.

“i’ve been really freaking out because i love her but i’m scared to lose her, but i need to say something” you could feel yourself growing hot, she was being so forward, your best friend felt the same, you loved her and she loved you.

you quickly look around the change room, everyone was too engrossed with each other, they weren’t even looking at you and grace. you decided to bite the bullet, looking at the girl in front of you with blown out pupils and pink cheeks, her looking exactly the same.

you let go of one of her hands and place a gentle hand on her cheek, lightly running your thumb over the apple of her cheek. you lean forward to place a sweet kiss on her lips, the girl instantly kisses you back but gasps into your mouth, suddenly ripping her lips away from yours.

“oh, grace, i’m so sorry” you cover your mouth with your hands, moving to stand up but grace grips your wrist and pulls you back, you land on her lap, sitting sideways.

“i love you” she breathes out, “i can’t kiss you until i tell you directly, i love you” she watches as your embarrassed face turns into one full of affection, “i love you too” you reply instantly, the girl in front of you smiling and cradling your jaw with her hand, pulling you down into a kiss.

it’s experimental and gentle, your lips connecting with love as you move in sync, feeling like you’d done this before. grace hums into you when your hand goes to the back of her neck, keeping her close to you. the change room went eerily quiet, you pull away from grace and hear her whine as you do, she was ready to protest at the loss of your contact but both of you realise you’re being watched.

every. single. teammate. was watching the two of you with bright smiles, mainly alessia in the corner who was fangirling with ella.

“i’ve never been so happy to watch a make out in my life” ella exclaims, the girls bursting into laughter at her words. you instantly look at grace with a humiliated grin but she just looks at you smugly, completely enthralled that she got to kiss the girl she’s loved for the majority of her life.

you hide your face in her neck out of embarrassment, the girl giggling when you wouldn’t move away from her, wanting to shield yourself from your teammates.

grace coos, rubbing comforting circles on your back and whispers in your ear, “aw, my girl, no need to be shy, baby” you lean into her further, groaning into her neck out of pure shame you got caught kissing her.

—

after dealing with the relentless teasing of your teammates and you and grace stealing loving glances at each other, by now all of you needed to head to the pitch.

both you grace couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. so many of the girls threw you suggestive smiles as grace held your hand or your waist, when was it going to end? you thought.

you were going to get subbed on and grace was starting in the match. before the both of you walked out to the pitch, you hold her back and give her an encouraging kiss on her lips. she smiles at your contact, her hands lightly squeezing your hips as she keeps you close to her.

you pull away but she pulls you back immediately. “one more” she mumbles clumsily against your lips, lightly slipping her tongue into your mouth causing you to gasp in surprise, spurring a smile in her kisses once more.

you place your hands on her chest and separate her from you, spinning her around and pushing her to walk out. instead, she just wraps her arm around your waist while yours slings over her shoulder, walking out together for warm ups before the match.

—

it was finally game time, grace was playing exceptionally well. in the second half, you get subbed on for alessia, the girl bounding over to you as you stand on the sidelines, pulling you into a tight hug. “make your girlfriend and your mum proud” she says cheekily, you can’t help but laugh and shake your head at her, running on the pitch. you were a forward while grace was a midfielder, both of you knew how to be a powerful duo, it’s time to do it again.

you smile shyly as you run on the pitch, running past grace who throws you a wink. england was in the lead by 2-0, you and grace had always said that if you were in a match for england together, it was your mission to get a goal.

and so, grace dominated the midfield in an assist to you, sending you the most perfect ball, all you had to do was swing your foot, landing in the bottom right of the net. the crowd roars when you get the goal and you throw your arms up in celebration, your first international goal for the senior england team.

you sprint to grace as quick as you could, jumping on the girl with a bright grin, she catches you by your thighs and holds you tightly. “that’s my girl!” she exclaims brightly, the rest of the girls running up to the both of you and clapping you on the back.

grace places you down and kisses your forehead, her face full of adoration. “thank you for the perfect assist, my gracie girl” you wink and she laughs, “anything for you, gorgeous” throwing you a wink back, pushing you lightly to your position.

the game concludes, 3-0. you smile when the whistle blows, holding your arms out to grace as she walks into your embrace, tucking her face in your neck as she lifts you up slightly from the ground. you laugh gleefully as your feet lift off the pitch. as she puts you down, she kisses your neck quickly before moving your lips to your ear.

“would you like to be my girlfriend, baby?” she whispers, your cheeks turn slightly pink as her lips graze your ear.

you pull your face away from her, smiling at her brightly, “yes please” you say cheekily, she smiles at you so brightly, one of her hands moving from your waist to your cheek.

“would you like to be my girlfriend?” you smile at her, “yes please” she says enthusiastically, giving you a quick kiss before pulling away at the cheers from the crowd. it was official, you and grace were finally together and put everyone out of their misery - you bought alessia a bunch of flowers as a thank you.

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[queen-of-reptiles]

𝙳𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃

description: during kristie's first game at west ham against tottenham no less, her girlfriend is pushing as hard as she can against the wind. so hard she knocks herself out.

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kristie mewis x female reader

disclaimer: this is all just fiction - have fun!

warnings: t*ttenh*m, concussion, mentions of blood and injury, swearing, cute fluff

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y/n and Kristie had met years ago, by complete chance. They had never played against each other, but while y/n was on holiday in America happened to run into each other and the rest was history.

Long time phone calls and late night face times became a regular thing for them as they navigated their relationship with a bright smile on their faces.

However, ever since Kristie's big move to y/n's team of six years, the couple had been hardly spotted apart. Not that anyone could blame the two lovers.

They were simply making up for lost time, and months spent without one another by their side. Therefore, they were attached all the time, some part of their bodies always touching.

The west ham girls found it almost hilarious, y/n had come to earn the nickname of the Aussie Storm, from how dangerous she was on the wing, how formidable she was as a player.

Yet, the second Kristie was in her eyeline the once fierce storm turned into a sunny day, the woman's attitude and scary demeanour 180' ing completely.

Currently, the group were stood around Rehanne, listening to her pep talk for the game ahead, the wind was incredibly wild and y/n was grateful that her girlfriend had helped her pin her braids stiffly in place.

The group were huddled in the changing room, Kristie in front of y/n, her back pressed against y/n's chest as the taller woman ran her arms up and down Kristie's sides soothingly.

The wind howled as the group cheered, Kristie pecking her lover's lips in good luck as they ran out onto the pitch. Kristie was on the bench for the start of the game and watched as the game got underway.

It was clear very early into the game, that today's battle was not just a London Derby, but also a derby against the earth's elements. The storm filled wind pushing even the lowest passes off course.

Kristie watched as her girlfriend stood strong, battling with Grace Clinton for the umpteenth time in the first twenty minutes, the blonde Tottenham player being dispossessed by y/n.

By half time, even in the cold wind and even colder air, West Ham managed to be 2-0 up. y/n had hardly stopped, and even in the cold she was covered with sweat.

Kristie moved over to her as she panted, handed her a water bottle as they listened to Rehanne's critics for the second half, before they finally had a moment to breathe.

y/n felt light, as if she wasn't fully in focus with what was going on around her. y/n ignored it, instead taking small sips of her water as Katrina sat next to her, the two national teammates clasping hands.

"You're doing so well babe. Never seen you like this." Kristie says softly after Katrina gets up.

"Ah well." y/n says panting. "London Derby baby." She tells Kristie who grins, pecking her lips as they are called back out. y/n groans but stands up, crouching to get Kristie on her back who chuckles.

"Weee." Kristie says as y/n runs down the corridor and onto the pitch, the two holding their arms out like aeroplanes.

One of their social media crew runs at them camera in hand as they get closer, Vivi in front of them pretending to roll her eyes in annoyance as she shakes her head at the camera.

"Children." Vivi jokes at the camera as y/n races close to the lens.

"Come on you irons!" She grins, laughing as Kristie kisses the lens as she jogs off, putting her down as they warm up.

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Kristie had made her debut on the 63rd minute, the blonde pushing against the wind as best she could as she tried her best to hold the ball as she went for a corner kick.

y/n watched proudly as Kristie tried to stop the ball from rolling away with little success, her jaw twitching from it's clenched position which she always did when aggravated.

West Ham were 2-1 up, Tottenham having snuck a goal past them ten minutes ago, in which y/n ended up rolling against the floor making her wince, but stood up quick enough to not be brought off, she just ignored the dizziness she felt.

Kristie kicked the ball finally, the wind pushing it around the air and almost into the net where Becky Spencer managed to bat it away, straight at y/n who pushed forward, trying to beat the wind.

y/n stuck her leg out, hoping to catch the ball and swoop it into the back of the next. Charli Grant, of Tottenham had the same idea but to defend.

y/n pushed her leg, swopping the ball past Becky and into the net, however her leg catches Charli's and with the speed y/n was running at, the girl falls and her head pushes against the goal post.

Kristie - who had ran toward the box in excitement - paused as she saw y/n's body fall lifeless to the ground, blood dripping down on face and onto her kit below as Charli held her national teammates head, crying in fear.

"Medics!" Kristie shouts, racing to her girlfriend, stripping Kristie's shirt off herself, leaving her in her sports bra.

Kristie's hands were shaking as Katrina hugged Charli, trying to calm her crying as Mackenzie held the other side of y/n, whispering begging words for her to wake up as the medics arrived.

Kristie could feel herself being pulled away but she tried to shake her head, tears shrouding her vision as Mackenzie finally got her away, her shirt being left against y/n's head, now dripping with blood.

The stadium was silent as the group crowded around y/n's body, the blood now stopping with the medics working hard and whispering to each other.

Kristie was in Mackenzie's arms, crying into her shoulder as she tried to keep herself calm, Hawa and Vivi were gripping each other tightly, Bethany England by their side as they all paled in worry.

Charli was slowly stopping her tears, staying clung to Katrina who was calming her down with soothing words as they watched y/n be stretchered off.

"Can you continue?" Mackenzie asked Kristie kindly, understanding if she would rather be with her lover.

"She'd want me too." Kristie nods, taking a wipe to scrub the blood off her hands as they went into a five minute water break.

Kristie pulled on her top, listening to Rehanne's talk about how they now played the rest of this game for y/n and the second she knew anything she would let them know.

The game continued, but it was clear everyone was shaken up, passes had become sloppy and shots were off completely, even the crowd was hardly paying attention.

During the 80th minute, Grace Clinton scored, narrowing the gap to 3-2 to West Ham, but no one celebrated, and then Kristie shot her corner on the 88th. The ball flying in due to the wind. No one celebrated.

The ref called the game at 98 minutes, no one complaining about the few minutes shaved off as the West Ham team tore down the tunnel and to the medics room.

The medics explained y/n had already been taken to hospital, the injury not looking past a major concussion and some blood loss, which had been hopefully rectified now they had stitched her up.

Kristie's hands were still stained red and shaking as she sighed out in relief, Charli burst into tears again, having followed the West Ham team.

Kristie's next hour of taking photos and showering was blurry as she drove to the hospital, finding the look of it so different to her home country as she walked into y/n's room, the girl sat up somewhat and wired up.

"Hey my love." y/n smiled weakly, her skin pale and sweaty as Kristie blinked away tears.

"I can't believe you're okay." Kristie sighed out in relief. "I was so worried." She adds and y/n nods, as she shuffles over, letting Kristie slide off her trainers and slide into the bed with her.

"Welcome to London love." y/n chuckled and Kristie sighs out. "It's a rough concussion, but no lasting damage, need to get the stitched taken out in a week, and then ease back into training over the next few weeks." y/n tells her.

"Looks like I'm gonna be playing nurse." Kristie sighs, pressing a relieved kiss to y/n's head.

"Hmm. Only if you wear the outfit we bought at Christmas." y/n jokes and Kristie snorts.

"Dude, gross!" Mackenzie says as she leans against the door way. "Entire teams are here, Spurs girlies too. You feel up to visitors?" Mackenzie asked her.

"Yeah, alright." y/n nods. "We won yeah?" She then asks and Mackenzie chuckles.

"Yeah, your mrs scored a goal." Mackenzie says and y/n grins.

"Had to do it while I wasn't there, huh?" y/n asks Kristie who chuckles and pecks her lips carefully.

"Well, I guess I will have to score one next week." Kristie says and y/n smiles.

"Okay my love." y/n smiles before the rest of the teams trudge in.

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[alotofpockets]

Easter hunt | Grace Clinton x Reader

Where you create an easter egg hunt for your girlfriend's birthday

A short little fic for the birthday girl!

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A lot of fans were surprised when they found out that you and Grace were dating. You were the definition of sunshine and grumpy,and golden retriever and black cat, but the people close to you had no doubt about it. You loved Grace, and Grace loved you. 

That is why it was to no surprise to your teammates that you had an elaborate plan set in place to celebrate your girlfriend’s birthday. You had asked them for help setting everything up, while you made sure that she would have a great birthday morning. 

Since Grace's birthday fell on Easter Sunday this year you planned to give her her gifs in the form of Easter baskets throughout the day. Far from the grumpy or black cat vibes you gave out to the world, but in Grace’s eyes you were a sweet, soft, and caring person, and you would do everything to bring a smile onto her face. 

After some morning cuddles, you headed into the kitchen together in your pyjamas, where the first basket was standing on the counter. Grace had no idea of your plan, but gravitated right towards the bright blue mixing bowl filled with ingredients, and baking tools. “What’s this baby?” She asked while looking through it. “Your first birthday Easter basket. Happy birthday, my love.” She ran back your way and jumped into your arms. “You are the sweetest, thank you so much!” You hold her tight, while you smile into her chest. “Of course, you’ve been saying you want to bake more, so I thought what better way to start than making pancakes or waffles for your birthday breakfast.”

You were dancing through the kitchen together, to one of your favourite playlists, while mixing ingredients together to create a batter. Grace went for blueberry waffles, and they tasted delicious. After some more soft moments together in the kitchen, you got ready to head to practice, where the next surprise awaited your girlfriend. Celin had been your biggest help in setting up the surprise for you. So, when you arrived Celin was the first one running up to wish Grace a happy birthday, after which she handed Grace a basket. Grace looked confused between the both of you, “Good luck on your Easter hunt!” You and Celine said at the same time. The girl’s eyes lit up, you made an Easter egg hunt for me?” Celine pointed to you, “She did all the work, I just hid the eggs around the training grounds.” 

Grace was running around like an excited little kid collecting the plastic eggs, showing them off every time that she found a new one. Her excitement over the silly little activity you had planned was one of the reasons you loved the woman so much. “Did I find them all?” She asked when she hadn’t found any for a couple of minutes. “Open the eggs, and you’ll know.” You said with a smirk. Finding the eggs was not the only part of the game. Inside each plastic egg was a puzzle piece, meant to reveal a hint to where her next Easter basket present was waiting for her. 

She put together the pieces that she had, and realised she was still missing two. You knew that with the ones she was missing she could still flip the puzzle and read the clue, but what was the fun in not completing part one of the game? So you told her she needed to find the last two as well. With a couple of hints from Celine, she managed to locate the eggs. She rushed back to where she made the puzzle, to add the missing pieces. She flipped the puzzle and read your scrambled Easter egg message. To find your basket, you must look in the place where the Easter bunny practises its hops. She thought for a moment, and then she realised that they had practised their high jumps in the gym last week. “Is it in the gym?” She asked you, with shrugged shoulders you responded. “I don’t know, let’s go look.”

Of course Grace had guessed right, and her next basket was waiting for her amongst the weight rack. Another basket filled with goodies, this time there was a variety of gardening supplies, some tools, and flower seeds. Gardening was another hobby that Grace wanted to pursue more, and you wanted to make sure that she had everything she needed to start. Grace looked through all the stuff in the basket, and couldn’t believe you had listened to her ramble about hobbies she wanted to explore. “Thank you so much, you are the best.” She said as she hugged you again. 

Once she was done with the Easter hunt, you and the team started training. You were thankful for the staff, who allowed you to plan something special for Grace during a part of the training, to be able to celebrate it with your friends. 

You had more planned for the rest of the day, but for the following hours your focus would be on training. But you were going to make sure that Grace had the best birthday, like you tried to give her every single year.

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I was wondering if you could do a fic with Leah x reader where they have recently started dating and Leah gets a little jealous. I was thinking they could be playing Tottenham and Grace Clinton asks the reader out after the game obviously the reader says no but Katie McCabe overhears and starts teasing reader about it in the changing rooms and Leah gets all pouty and jealous? And then maybe when they play them next Leah is a little bit more aggressive and protective of you etc? Or something similar :)) 🤍

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[woso-dreamzzz]

Race

Grace Clinton x Hamilton!Reader

Summary: Racing at its finest

"And Verstappen comes around the second to last corner! It's tight! It is tight! But he's got it!"

Grace stares at the screen, eyes wide.

"The Hamilton siblings come out neck and neck on the same turn."

You battle it out with your brother, slamming your foot down as his attention wavers.

You'd been waiting for this for a while. It had always been harder for you than Lewis, you always had to push harder, further, faster just because you were a girl.

But you were good.

You knew you were good.

He knew you were good.

"And Hamilton's Mercedes makes way for Hamilton's Ferrari!"

Ferrari knew you were good.

You floored it, leaving your brother in the dust.

Grace clenches her fists.

"Hamilton is gaining on Verstappen on the last corner. Verstappen attempts defensive manoeuvres but...Verstappen still in the lead! Hamilton is trying to get past...On the straight now. And...And...Hamilton is leading! Hamilton is leading in the last seconds of the British Grand Prix! Verstappen tries to reclaim but-but- She's done it! Y/n Hamilton, the first woman to win a Grand Prix in F1 history!"

The room erupts as you cross over the line and Grace can hear you over the radio.

"Thank fuck!"

"Congratulations, y/n. First win for you."

You pant over the radio as you begin to slow down your car. "Where did Lewis rank?"

"Third. You beat Verstappen by two tenths of a second."

"Is Grace there? Can I talk to Grace?"

She grabs the radio. "I'm here, babe. I'm here. I'm so proud of you."

You cheer in the car. "D'you like it? I told you you'd like it!"

Grace laughs. "I could do without the near misses. Is your brother going to be annoyed you passed him?"

"Hey, there's a reason he's moving to my team's greener pastures. You coming out to see me, superstar?"

Your car rolls to a stop and Grace comes bursting out to see you. You're standing up on the frame of your car, looking at the fans as you take off your helmet, fist pumped into the air.

You jump down when you notice her, crushing her into a hug.

"You're sweaty!" She laughs.

"Like you have anything to say. Sweaty footballer, you are!"

Grace just keeps laughing, letting you pick her up and spin her around.

Lewis pulls up next as Grace fists the front of your outfit and tugs you into a heady kiss.

"Well done," He says to you," But do you have to do that in public?"

You grin. "Yeah. Not to brag but I just won. I think I'm allowed to kiss my girlfriend."

He groans good naturedly, bumping your shoulder with his. "You're going to use that as an excuse all the time, aren't you?"

"You know me so well."

You keep your hand laced with Grace's as you head up to the podium through the backways of the building.

"World Champion next year then?" She teases, completely relaxed under your arm.

You flash her a grin. "Is that what you want? 'Cause I can do that for you. I want a WSL title in return though."

"I can arrange that."

There's no one else around you. It's just you and her and you steal another kiss while no one is there to complain.

She gasps into your mouth but reciprocates quickly, one hand on your hip while the other cups the back of your neck.

"What would you say if I tell you that you looked so fit driving that car?" She whispers against your lips.

"I'd say that I was wearing a massive helmet that covered my face so there's no way I looked fit at all."

"Then I'd say it must have been your voice," Grace replies," All rugged and angry when Norris cut you up in the ninth lap."

"That sounds more reasonable," You say," You look fit when you kick around a ball for ninety minutes."

"Good." Grace draws back, lacing your fingers with hers as she pulls you to start walking again. "Now, go get that trophy so I can capitalise on just how fit you actually are."

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[pelova4president]

The bestest of friends

Grace Clinton x Reader

summary~ You’ve been bestfriends for years and somewhere along the way you caught feelings.

You don’t know when these feeling started to creep up on you but you were miserable, miserably in love with her.

You met her when you were about 7 and she just turned 9. You wanted to play football with the boys. They told you no but even at 7 years old you wouldn’t take no for an answer. If you wanted to play, you would.

You asked them why you couldn’t play and they simply said that girls shouldn’t play football and you should go home.

It was then that you started to get angry and instead of going home you ran into their game of football and tackled one of the boys. You started to dribble towards their goal and passed two midfielders. There were still two defenders left, you ran to the right one and passed the ball right through his legs. The other defender tried to tackle you but missed the ball and you jumped over his feet. Only the goalie was left and you knew you had to score. And just like that, the ball went off your feet into the top bin.

They were shocked and to be honest so were you. It was then that you noticed the girl that was stood watching you. She clapped, impressed by what you just did. You looked down, blushing like crazy.

And from that day on, you didn’t have to beg the boys to play. Grace was there whenever you wanted to play footie.

You were always with Grace, who you called Gracie now. Both in the same school, both in the same neighbourhood and both obsessed with football. You were in different grades but that didn’t stop you from seeing each other. You would bring a football to school and play with Grace in breaks and after school until most of the kids had been picked up by their parents.

When you knew it was time to go home, Gracie walked you to your front door, everyday.

When Grace turned 13 she got scouted by Everton, you were over the moon for her. When she told you, you jumped into her arms and told her just how proud you were.

But you couldn’t help but feel a bit sad and disappointed. You knew you had a lot of time, Grace was older so ofcourse she would get scouted first. But that stinging feeling of not being good enough was still there.

So when Grace started to train more and more at Everton you were working your ass off too, at the local football club. And at 13 it all payed off, you got scouted by Manchester United.

Grace was happy for you, at least she tried to be. You played for a different club and she was afraid you wouldn’t have time for her anymore.

At 14 and 16 you knew that there was more than just the platonic friendship you had. Whenever you would hang out together she was touchy, she always was. But why did you notice it so much now.

She cuddled you, she held hands with you and gave you kisses on your cheek or forehead. ‘This is just what friends do’ you told yourself. But your cheeks coloured a dark shade of red every time she did things like that.

It was when she signed for Manchester United that you knew you loved her, and not just as friends.

She invited you to a sleepover and you couldn’t say no. She was giggling the moment you arrived. You asked her what she was giggling about but she just shook her head and told you ‘oh nothing’.

You ate pizza together, sharing half half like you always do, a peperoni and a caprese. She watched you take a bite and hum, you both knew you shouldn’t eat unhealthy things like this in the midst of a important season but you couldn’t resist.

It was when you took another bite that she couldn’t contain her excitement about the big news anymore. “Y/n, i’ve signed with Manchester United.”

You were shocked, in a happy way. When you didn’t react she just walked towards you and gave you the biggest hug. “Oh my god, Gracie that’s wow.. that’s just amazing” you whispered. “Y/n were gonna play together, you scoring all the goals that i’ll assist” she whispered back.

You took your head out of the crook of her neck and looked at her with glossy eyes. “We’re really gonna play together” you repeated. She nodded and kissed you on your forehead. You couldn’t of gone redder at that.

In and out of football the two of you couldn’t be separated. They put you in Gracie’s team so you could develop better as a player. It had it’s perks, you were in a team with Grace but one of the cons was that the whole team acted like you were at least 5 years younger.

Every time they made jokes about your height or age Grace tried to stifle her laugh but ended up laughing with them. You would give her a death stare and she would tell everyone to leave you alone. Now that you think of it, that may be the reason why everyone thought you were together. Or was it the handholding or the stares you gave each other…

At 17 Manchester United didn’t really give you any play time and you were frustrated, didn’t you work hard enough?

Grace knew that you were frustrated, when she searched for you after training and she couldn’t find you she knew exactly where you were.

You were on the pitch dribbling, shooting and running your heels off. After watching you for a bit and you sat down she walked up to you and sat down.

“Y/n, are you okay?” she asked. You looked down at your feet and started to fidget with your laces. “I don’t know Gracie” you told her.

She hugged your from aside and just nodded. “Y/n, you’re gonna be alright. You’re full of talent, you’re nothing but amazing, you’re beautiful and you deserve the world.” she assured you. You hugged her back and whispered “You think i’m beautiful?”.

Grace chuckled and looked at you. “Y/n, i’ve always thought you were beautiful… How could i not.” You looked her in her eyes and leaned forward to kiss her. She kissed you back and when you looked back at her she was smiling like crazy.

“You know how long i’ve waiting to do that” she told you. You smiled back at her and whispered “Hmm tell me all about it.”.

She drove you home and like always, she walked you to your door. But this time she kissed you goodbye.

It was time for England camp and you’ve been looking forward to it. Playing for England had always been a dream but playing for England with Grace by your side was just magical.

Everyone at camp already knew you were inseparable and so did the fans. So when England posted on their socials nobody was surprised to see you two together, side by side.

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Camp was perfect, everything was perfect, until you went to Manchester United again. They weren’t extending your contract. You were absolutely heartbroken. You couldn’t bring it in yourself to tell Gracie the news.

Meanwhile Gracie heard she was getting loaned out to Tottenham for the season. She was frustrated and kind of angry. Didn’t she do enough to deserve a spot on the team. Why didn’t they want her?

But all of those emotions subsided after you learned that you were both going to Tottenham, together. Sure things weren’t perfect but with Gracie by your side everything was okay again.

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After scoring your first goal for the club Grace took you out to dinner. She told you to dress comfy but classy. When she picked you up she looked at you for a few second and leaned in to kiss you. “You like what you see?” you asked her. She nodded and leaned in to kiss you again.

You ate dinner at a Italian restaurant, she knew you liked pizza and pasta. You chose a pizza peperoni and a caprese, how could you not. After dinner she took you on a walk exploring. You sat on a bench by the water and talked for a bit.

She conversation fell into a comfortable silence. You had your hand resting next to you on the bench. Grace layed her hand on yours and squeezed it. You looked at your hands together and then quickly looked away.

“Y/n i know i’ve already said it but you’re beautiful. And you’re kind, talented, smart, all of those things and i’ve always thought that about you. It’s just that for a while now i’m not just feeling that anymore, i really like you. And i know you like me, so y/n will you be my girlfriend so i can keep sharing my pizza with you.” she told you, staring at the water infront of you.

Now it was you squeezing her hand to get her attention. “Gracie, you already know my answer. The pizza’s are too good to say no” you giggled. She turned her head and you kissed her.

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The two of you decided to tell a few of your teammates, including Ella and Alessia who apparently had a bet going on. “See Tooney, i told you they’d get together before the Euros!” Alessia pushed Ella.

After hanging out with the two best friends you both were tired and went home, Grace driving you home since you were her passenger princess.

“Aww Gracie, look at what Lessi posted” you told her.

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Both you and Grace knew that it wasn’t long before the media would find out about your relationship so you hard launched. You wanted to be able to kiss her in public and not to sneak in a bathroom of some restaurant just to give her a kiss.

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A/N i really liked writing this fic, i hope you liked reading it too :)

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[pitchsidestories]

cheerleader II Grace Clinton x Reader

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a/n: inspired by the request if we write for Grace Clinton, enjoy. 🤍

“Hurry up, Celin, I don’t want to be too late for the match.”, Grace Clinton told the fellow football player impatiently, the arms crossed over her chest. The rest of the friend’s group had already been ready to leave fifteen minutes ago.

The Norwegian meanwhile took a final glance at her bathroom mirror, checking if the curls she just made fell right, before announcing:” I’m coming.”

“Finally.”, Grace sighed relived.

Eyerolling Celin padded the shoulder of her friend: “Don’t be annoying. We’ll be on time.”

“Someone can’t wait to be the personal cheerleader of her girlfriend today.”, Khiara Keating teased the fellow Lionesses teammate with a huge grin on her face.  

When the goalkeeper mentioned you Grace cheeks turned immediately red which Charli Grant couldn’t help but to point out in a swooning voice:” I think it’s adorable. Look at how much she’s blushing!”

“Oh, shut up!”, your girlfriend begged annoyed who felt her face becoming even hotter than before.

Amused Celin commented: “Disgustingly cute.”

“Celin!”, she yelled at her.

The Norwegian looked innocently at her teammate:” What?”

“Stop it. No one said it was disgustingly cute when you got engaged.”, Grace reminded the woman who was only two years older than her.

Smiling at the memory Celin admitted: “ No, that’s true. Bethany was really annoying about it though like a mum. She asked me if I was sure about it? And that we’re still in the puppy love phase, blab la bla.”

“She just doesn’t want you to make a mistake.”, your girlfriend replied softly.

Dramatically the midfielder groaned:” Yes, and that’s sweet of her but she really needs to stop using dog metaphors all the time.”

The smile on Grace’s lips grew even bigger as she thought of Beth Englands golden retrievers who were adorable in her eyes and made her wish that you both would eventually get a puppy together, maybe the summer would be the perfect time for it:”  Everyone loves dogs though.”

“And her golden retrievers are so cute.”, Charli added in a tone she usually reserved for Harper.

The youngest of the four, Khiara was looking alarmed at the time on her phone:” Girls now we really got to hurry up!”

“Tell that to Celin.”, Grace scoffed.

She pouted: “It wasn’t my fault!”

“Yes, it was.”, your girlfriend laughed.

As they stepped out Charli was putting an arm on each of the best friends, while reminding them why they were heading out today: “Come on, girls. It’s time to watch some grassroots football, now.”

Your teammate Ava bumped her shoulder against yours as you walked out on the pitch together. With a smirk she commented: “Y/n, havd you spotted your cheerleader already?”

“Not yet. I fear they run a little late. She's bringing some friends with her today.”, you replied, your gaze wandering towards the entrance of the football pitch. But there was still no sign of Grace.

Avas eyes widened: “There's even more of them coming?!”

You nodded patiently: “Yeah, Celin, Charli and Khiara are coming as well.”

“Holy F-…”, Ava replied, stopping herself before your coach could hear her.

Your goalkeeper, Max, joined your conversation, lifting their eyebrow at you; “But you warned them that we do this just for fun and that we are not really good in our league, right?!”

Grimacing, you looked at your two teammates; “Uhm…”

“What the hell, y/n? We're totally going to embarrass ourselves in front of them!”, Ava yelled out, her voice rising with anxiety. She exchanged a panicked look with Max.

“Girls, calm down…”, you started, fighting back a smile.

The defender shook her head, her blonde ponytail swinging: “How?!”

You rolled your eyes with fondness: “You guys know Grace already and you never had a problem playing in front of her.”

“That’s different!”, Max interrupted you but the corners of their mouth curved into slight grin.

“Yeah, she’s only there to look at you with heart eyes during the match.”, Ava agreed, giggling.

You could feel your cheeks heat up: “Oh come on…”

Max shrugged nonchalantly: “She’s got a point.”

“Her friends are very nice, you’ll see.”, you promised them while you caught yourself looking for your girlfriend again.

Ava raised her eyebrows: “Let's hope so.”

“I guess we should start warming up.”, Max changed the topic and started to jog across the grass.

Ava clapped her hands: “Yes, let’s go.”

Max looked back over their shoulder towards you: “Come on!”

Laughing, you followed them: “I’m coming, children!”

“Children? You’re the child here!”, the goalkeeper laughed.

“Since she got into uni she thinks she’s an adult.”, Ava continued to tease.

“Hey!”, you protested. You were not even the youngest player on your team.

Max deliberately ignored you: “She wishes.”

Before you could reply, you were almost knocked off balance by someone jumping on your back and wrapping their hands around your shoulders.

“She’s still our baby!”, Rileys voice shouted right next to your ear.

You shook the redheaded midfielder off: “Ugh, stop it. I’m not.”

“Yeah, you are.”, Max countered smugly.

“At least I’m faster than you!”, you grinned and increased your pace, switching from a fast jog into a sprint.

The goalkeepers jaw dropped: “Without stretching! If we’d do that, we could go home right now.”

“Honestly, some things you can only do when you’re young.”, Ava shook her head.

Riley laughed: “My knees hurt from only watching her.”

“You sound like Lucy Bronze, Riley.”, you chuckled, remembering the phone call you had with Grace when she was away with the lionesses in Spain. Your girlfriend was happy about the fact that the English defender put her under her wings.

Even though the knee of the Barcelona player was hurting after she ran against Grace in training the older woman was still joking around with her like the pain was nothing.

Dropping the name of the famous lionesses Riley’s mouth dropped wide open: “Excuse me?!”  

“Yeah, it’s true but Luce wouldn’t just sat by and chat when she has to warm up.”, Khiara joined the conversation with a teasing smile on her lips.

Your teammate pouted, begging not all too serious: “Never ever bring your girlfriend and her friends again.”

“Riley, you got compared to Lucy Bronze that’s a compliment., you tried to cheer the older woman up before you turned around to kiss your girlfriend who was standing next to the Mancity goalkeeper, hi babe, glad you could make it.”

You were willing to ignore Celins fake gagging noises unlike Grace. She scolded the Norwegian for her reaction:” Celin!”

“Ignore her, Grace. Have fun watching the game, girls.”, you told her softly.

“We’ll.”

“Good luck.”, Khiara shouted after you, widely grinning.

Grateful for her support you mouthed: “Thank you, Khi.”

“You’re welcome.”, she replied.

During the match, Celin bit her lip, looking worried at what was happening in front of them:” Oh god, their team is bad.”

“Don’t be mean.”, Grace immediately defended you and your team.

With a mischievous grin Khiara reminded the Tottenham players:” You guys were bad too when we won against you 7:0.”

“You said you wouldn’t remind us anymore.”, your girlfriend whined.

The mancity goalkeeper countered: “At least it stopped Celin from being mean.”

“Grace, your girl scored!”, Celin excitedly interrupted them.

Proudly Grace said:” Not too bad, right?”

“It was a really nice goal.”, Charli admitted.

When Max celebrated your goal with you, she pulled you close to hum into your ear:” Little one tell your girlfriend she needs to come more often if her presence makes you score such bangers.”

“Oh, but you know she’s a busy girl.”, you answered grinning.

Confidently she shook her head:” Doesn’t matter. We need some wins.”

After the match, Ava announced to your girlfriend:” Grace, we need you to attend more games it works wonders on y/n’s performance.”

“I’ll try to come more often. But my weekends are pretty booked.”, Grace promised.

 In a reassuring tone you responded:” You don’t have too.”

“No, I want to come more often. I really enjoyed watching.”, your girlfriend looked at you lovingly.

“To be fair I enjoy watching you play too.”, you confessed sweetly.

She smirked while suggesting:” I think we could make a deal out of it.”

“Yes, we’ll try to see each other’s games as often as we can.”, you nodded eagerly.

The promise was sealed with a kiss from her on your lips:” That sounds fair.”

Two weeks later, the roles were reversed and you watched Grace and her team play against Manchester City in the FA Women’s Cup.

It was a suspenseful game that eventually went into a penalty shootout. You held your breath as Amy Turner converted the final penalty for Tottenham. You could not hide your joy for your girlfriends team while you watched them run towards each other and celebrate their win.

“Becky, you were amazing!“, Grace yelled at their goalkeeper who was able to save two of Manchester penalties.

Beth England pulled her two teammates into a hug: “I’m so proud of you, girls!“

“You really saved us with your goal in the last minute of stoppage time!“, Grace yelled happily at the striker. Her cheeks were still red from the game as her gaze drifted over the crowd of people applauding the win.

Beth shrugged with one shoulder: “They had to make a mistake at some point. She’s over there by the way if you’re looking for her.“

A new bright red flashed across Graces face: “Yes, I was searching for her.“

“Come on. Go to her, get your winners kiss and then we can celebrate together.“, Becky laughed and pushed the younger player in your direction.

Beth called after her: “Hurry up!“

“Trust me, I’m running as fast as I can.“, Grace laughed back at her as she made her way across the pitch.

She stopped right in front of you, a huge grin on her face.

“Hi, love. I’m so proud of you and your team.“, you greeted her and pulled her into a tight hug.

“Thanks. I’m glad you could be here.“, she replied.

As you pulled out of the hug, you held up your phone and presented your girlfriend your text messages: “Ava, Max and the whole team congratulate you and forgive me for missing training today.“

“That’s so sweet of them.“, Grace smiled, visibly moved by the thoughtfulness of your football team.

You nodded: “Yes, they are the best.“

“They are.“

“Go and celebrate with your team, babe, you deserve it.“, you laughed and gave her gentle push.

Grace held out her hand for you: “Join us.“

“Are you sure?“

“Absolutely.“

“Okay, I’m coming with you.“, you finally agreed and followed your girlfriend onto the grass.

Grace carefully took your hand in hers: “Good. The girls will be happy to see you.“

As soon as you reached the celebrating football players, you smiled: “Hi, girls.“

Charli beamed at you: “You’re here!“

“Gracies' lucky charm!“, Celin yelled with a slight tease in her voice.

“So that’s why we won.“, Charli concluded with a grin.

Grace pressed a kiss to your cheek: “Oh yes.“

Celin shot her a sceptical look: “Sure. It was probably her.“

Grace turned towards you, searching for your eyes: “Ignore the sceptic Celin. Love you, y/n.“

“I love you too.“, you replied and kissed her passionately.

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