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"baby!" you looked up at the thick scouser accent ringing through the house. "yeah?" you called back, currently loading up the washing machine with its second load of the day, another basket to be folded sat on top you'd just taken out of the dryer.
"yeah?" you repeated again when there was nothing back, rolling your eyes. "baby!" you groaned as again your girlfriend yelled out, kicking the washing machine door shut and storming off to find her.
"what!" you sought her out in the kitchen with a huff, her head buried deep in the pantry. "have you taken my chocolate?" she accused, rummaging around and moving things as you sighed.
"i was literally a hundred metres away and you yelled down the house to ask me about...chocolate?" you asked in disbelief as she gave you a look over her shoulder and resumed her search.
"obviously. because i can't find me chocolate and you're the number one suspect!" you scoffed at that as she gave up and pulled her head out of the pantry with a scowl, crossing her arms grumpily over her chest.
"well?" she asked impatiently as you raised an eyebrow. "well what?" you questioned right back crossing your own arms and mirroring her body language. "have you taken my chocolate?" the footballer asked as you rolled your eyes.
"no, no i haven't. now if you'll leave me in peace i have to finish doing your laundry!" you turned around and walked off hearing her whine behind you. "where is it!"
"maybe you ate it clinton? did you consider that?" you called back, grabbing out the detergent and setting up the machine hearing her footsteps follow after you.
"yes. but i think i'd know if i ate me own chocolate babe!" grace appeared in the doorway as you sighed, flicking on the washing machine as its hum filled the room and you turned to the basket of clean clothes.
"oh so now you wanna be sweet?" you chuckled feeling arms wind around your torso and her chin find home on your shoulder. "m'always sweet baby, thats why ya fell so deeply in love with me." she teased kissing your cheek as you only hummed, feeling her hands move around patting at you.
"are you checking my pockets for chocolate!" you realized, pushing against her so she stumbled back and whipping around to shoot her a glare, hands on hips as she smiled guilitily.
"no? i was...checking for your phone. i can't find mine so i was gonna use yours to call it!" she grinned, clearly proud of her excuse as your eyebrows raised. "the phone thats right there? in your pocket?" her grin dropped as you pointed to the obvious lump in her joggers.
"ah look at that, you're just so smart baby...found it for me." she laughed awkwardly rubbing her neck, backing out of the room as you advanced on her, taking off in a run as you charged after the taller girl with a yell.
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"babe?" you called out, grace ignoring you as she crouched down reading the back of a packet of energy drinks with a frown of concentration.
"babe?" you tried again, a little louder tapping your foot impatiently as again you were ignored. "grace!" you grabbed a packet of crisps, lobbing them at her as they bounced off her jacket and finally she looked over.
"oi what you playin at! now they're gonna be all smushed." your girlfriend huffed as you rolled your eyes. "rest of the list? do you mind helping me for once instead of trying to sneak in things we don't need!" you sighed shoving the piece of paper in her hand.
"pft baby we don't need a list! everything we need is all up here." the dirty blonde grinned tapping her forehead, balling up the list and throwing it in your cart as you huffed and grabbed it out.
"in that case then i didn't realise hot air was on the list." you grumbled, squealing as her fingers jabbed at your sides for the comment, flicking your ear and shoving you before you caught your footing and she'd already taken off down the aisle.
"grace!" you groaned in annoyance as she'd grab things and all but throw them at you to put in the cart. "we don't need that." you sighed for what felt like the tenth time, trying to keep a track of your budget in your head which felt ten times harder the more random items appeared in the cart.
"this is why i don't bring you with me when i go shopping. we do not need three cans of pringles!" you put them back on the shelf ignoring your girlfriends complaining, pretending not to notice when she snuck one of them back in with a gleeful smile.
"heads up!" you spun around hearing a familiar voice as you were almost done, in the final aisle now as grace barely had a second to brace before her best friend was launching onto her back sending her stumbling over and almost to the floor.
"celine! get off me you rat." your girlfriend huffed shrugging her off as the norwegian grinned, greeting you with a smile as the two messed around for a moment discussing tomorrows game.
"might want a few more of those, the way that you put them away the other night!" your head whipped up at that as grace dumped a bag of her favourite chocolates into the cart. "she what?" you raised an eyebrow and grace elbowed the girl with a subtle shake of her head.
"yeah! after team drinks, we went back to your place and played fifa and you were just eating chocolate after chocolate after choc-"
"well so lovely seeing ya celine, but we best be off!" grace shoved the girl as her boyfriend appeared, sending her a filthy glare before hurrying to grab the cart off you and hastily wheeling it away.
"so you ate your own chocolates you've been accusing me of the entire day!? you get back here clinton!"
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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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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
↳ graceclinton_x don’t worry, you can be the third wheel :)
↳ 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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Obviously in love // Grace Clinton
a/n: based off this request:)
Grace Clinton liked you.
You liked Grace Clinton.
Everybody knew.
Everybody but the two of you.
Several occasions showed exactly that.
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It started with the many superstitions the two of you had or rather shared. The girls would always tease you about it while both of you claimed and often argued that you‘d play horrible if not doing so.
1.) Grace always had to do your hair. Each time she would do a different hairstyle, each of them done perfectly as your hair wouldn‘t ever get in the way, no matter what happened.
2.) You had to tie her boots. Yes, she was able to do it herself, (like you were capable of doing your hair yourself) but something about you tying her shoes gave her enough confidence to shoot from every angle and distance on the pitch. And score goals.
3.) "ready to win?"
"Ready whenever you are"
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"Popcorn!" Celin shouted as she entered the living room with three bowels of popcorn balancing in her hands.
The Tottenham girls were sat around the couches, arm chairs and bean bags as the movie marathon was about to begin.
Grace and you shared a bean bag, yourself sitting in between her legs while your back rested against her front and her arms were loosely wrapped around your mid section. "Try not to fall asleep to soon, yeah pretty girl?" the midfielder purred, in responds your hands pinched her thighs "If i remember correctly it was you who snored like a grizzly bear the last time" you giggled as Gracie attacked you with pokes in your side. She only stopped when she felt a smack against the back of her head, "movie starts" the captain stated. You settled back in her arms while she pulled you closer.
Her arms brought you a type of comfort nobody ever could.
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It was save to say that Grace loved the spare key she had to your home. She used it at every opportunity she got, opening the door when you were with her "I have my own key, I can open the door for us" proudly showing the key on her key chain. Or other than that, letting herself in when you weren‘t there as she made herself a home and even using the key when you were at home but didn‘t expect her to come over.
You stood in the kitchen, preparing your dinner when you felt arms snuggling around your waist, a head resting on your shoulder. You shrieked, caught completely off guard as you yet melted in the grasp, your favourite scent filling the air.
"Gracie! You promised me!" you grumbled, turning around as you stared at the midfielder with crossed arms, "you can‘t just come over and use the spare key! It‘s for emergencies"
"It is an emergency!" she defended herself, arms up in surrender.
"What‘s the emergency, hm?"
"I missed you" she stated, pulling you close before she hid her face in the crook of your neck, mumbling something inaudible.
You sighed, asking "Do you want some dinner?" your fingers combing through her hair.
"Yes, please"
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"You‘re staring" the voice of Beth appeared next to you, calling you back to reality.
"What did you say?"
"You‘ve got something in your eye" she repeated as you looked at her, "what? Where?" trying to find what and in which eye.
"Grace"
You glared at her while she laughed her ass off.
"Shut up!" you hit her arm, Grace already skeptically looking at the two of you from the other side of the pitch, about to make her way over.
"Come one, you like her" Beth said now in an softer tone, "and she likes you"
"We‘re best friends!" you replied, slight anger in your voice.
"Whatever you say, babes"
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After tossing and turning for hours, you came to the realization that you weren‘t able to sleep. You didn‘t why but it annoyed you. Physically you were tired, your eyes closing every now and then but you just couldn’t fall into a deep slumber.
Not knowing what to do, but desperately in the need and want of sleep, you reached for your phone.
"Hello?" The sleepy voice rasped.
"Gracie?"
"What‘s wrong? Are you okay?" She shot up from her bed, you never called at such a late hour and with the shakiness in your voice she thought of the worst.
"I don‘t know, sorry. Forget about it" you mumbled, regretting that you called her at 3am.
"Wait-" but you had already hung up. You would find a way to sleep.
On the other side of the phone, Grace was already out of bed, throwing a hoodie and joggers over her pyjama. She raced through the apartment, every possible light on, searching for eventually needed stuff, not being bothered by the noises she made which woke up her flatmate.
"What are you doing? It‘s in the middle of the night" Celin said, leaning in her door frame while she rubbed her eyes.
"Something’s wrong"
"Do we have an intruder?!" she yelled, grabbing for the nearest weapon in her room.
"What? No. Something‘s wrong with my- Y/N"
Celin watched Grace pace through the kitchen, collecting your favourite snacks which she had stored in her home in case you hung out here, craving some of them.
"When are you going to tell her that you like her?"
"We‘re best friends"
"Are you telling me that or yourself? Everybody knows you like each other"
In silence, she put on her shoes, backpack filled with essentials before she rushed out of the house.
When she opened the door, she was met with darkness. Because of this, she assumed that you were in your bedroom. Gently, she opened the door-
"What the fuck!" you yelled, frightened. You switched on your lamp, staring at the midfielder, "you scared the shit out of me!" suddenly wide awake.
"I scared the shit out of you? You scared the shit out of me!" she replied, putting down her backpack and walking over to 'her' side of the bed - the side she slept in when she was staying over. "What are you doing here?" you asked, already knowing the answer.
"You called me and then hung up on me all of sudden." she slipped under the duvet, closing the distance, "I was worried" her hands found your waist, pulling you in her grasp before she continued, "what‘s wrong? There’s a reason you called me, so please don‘t say 'nothing'"
Looking away from her, you could feel your cheeks heating up embarrassingly.
"I couldn’t- can‘t sleep" you muttered, "and I can always sleep when you‘re here, so-"
"you thought asking me to come over would help until you realized it’s three in the morning?" she finished your sentence.
you nodded.
"I‘m sorry"
"Don’t be, I’m glad you called me" the girl tangled your legs together, resting her head on the pillow, "Besides, it's a full moon, no wonder you couldn't sleep"
With that being said, you hugged her back, resting your head on her chest like you always did.
And within a few minutes you were asleep, the rhythm of her heartbeat lulling you into a slumber.
-
Derbies were always rough matches, especially when it was Arsenal.
As it was now.
Grace and you were both in the starting lineup, excited to play against the gunners - some of your national teammates.
"Ready to win?" you asked Gracie, the girl already staring at you with heart eyes (which was unnoticed by you).
"Ready whenever you are" she replied, smiling - an unspoken rule to have this small conversation while you waited in the tunnel - Grace always lined up behind you.
In the first half, both teams had their chances, sadly none of Tottenhams and thankfully none of Arsenals leading to a goal.
With Katie McCabe on your side, it was rather physically exhausting, the Irish woman challenging you in more than one way. Each time, Grace saw you hitting the ground, she was about to rip Katie‘s head off, only calming down when she saw you get up right away. Yet her anger was still very much present in the break. She was holding your hand tightly, in the need of your touch to reduce her anger.
In the first few minutes after halftime, Alessia opened the score, fueling more pressure on the team for the equalizer. The game got rougher and more physical as tackles came sliding in from multiple players.
When Tottenham was awarded a corner kick and it came flying in your direction, you jumped up, trying to head it somewhere near the goal. But instead of hitting the ball, you felt another head smack against yours.
Grace watched in horror as you went down while her legs started to work on their own - sprinting towards you. Blood trickled down your forehead, making the midfielders stomach twist. Multiple people were at your side, including the Arsenal player who caused your injury. She pushed everybody aside, kneeling down next to you, "Get the fuck away from my girl" pure venom laced in her voice as she shoved the gunner away, her full attention on you and you only. You had a nasty cut on your forehead, eyes barely staying open. You could hear your favourite voice talking, but you didn‘t understand what she was saying - was she even talking to you? All you knew was that her hand was holding yours. You knew her touch. You‘d always recognize her touch - no matter what.
"Mate, what‘s your problem?!" Katie McCabe snarled, matching her attitude while pulling her on her collar. "My problem?!" Grace jumped up, her hands bloody from holding yours, "She‘s fucking bleeding"
"And? Everybody hurts themselves. It‘s a physical game after all!"
"She‘s not just anyone!" with that she shoved Katie to the floor, all her anger bubbling over. Of course, the defender was up on her feet in less than 10 seconds, starting to shove Grace around, both of them yelling at each other.
Katie had to be held back by Leah and Kim while Beth and Ashleigh pulled Grace away who was still shouting at the Irish woman.
How dare she to say anything about you?!
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Winning the fa cup against Manchester United was amazing and something massive. Tottenham made history that day. Unfortunately, Grace wasn‘t allowed to play yet that didn’t stop her from cheering for the spurs, especially for you. When you scored the opening goal, Grace thought her heart might explode with all the pride she felt and when Marta made it 3-1 in the 89‘. The deal was settled.
After receiving your medals and the pitch-celebrations died down, the team decided to go out tonight.
When you entered the bar/club, you were met with very loud but fancy music, people dancing everywhere and a few of your mates sitting at a table chatting. Not in the mood to dance just yet, you joined them, greeting everybody before taking a seat in Grace‘s lap - nothing new.
Her mouth fell open as she almost drooled at the sight of you, "you look- wow" she breathed out, completely in love with you.
"Thank you!" you grinned, " you don‘t look bad yourself" while checking her out the best you could - but indeed, she wasn‘t looking bad, she looked gorgeous.
"Do you want a drink?" she asked, squeezing your hips.
"Yes, that would be nice" you replied, making no move to get up, "don‘t you want to ask what drink I‘d like?"
"I know you quite well by now" with that she got up before gently guiding you back down in her chair.
While Celin tried to make conversation with you, you only had eyes for the midfielder, admiring her from afar. You frowned when a lady approached her and started talking to her. Your jaw clenched, chest tightening as you glared daggers into the woman’s head. What‘s her problem? the strangers hand touched Grace‘s arm as she discreetly stepped closer. "Someone is flirting with Y/N‘s girl" one of the girls teased, your friends laughing at her joke. That comment made your jealousy grow, your hands balling into fists as you tried to keep your cool. "Aren‘t you going to do something?" Charli asked, sensing your frustration.
With a huff you got up, marching over to the beast who was talking to the beauty.
Stepping between both of them, you leaned against the counter, "hi! I‘m her girlfriend and you are?" your voice sounded firm and stern, Grace taken aback by your statement and your sudden outburst.
"Sorry" the girl was quick to flee the scene, not wanting any drama as well because she was scared and intimidated by you and your presence.
After the girl was gone, Grace grabbed your hips, pulling your back against her front, "What was that?" she asked, her voice raspy.
"That creature was flirting with you" you replied stubbornly, crossing your arms as you tried to leave her touch.
"Stop" Grace grumbled, pulling you back, "relax" she ordered softly, her arms wrapping fully around your midsection. As on cue, you melted in her embrace, letting all anger flow away.
"So, what was that?"
"What was what? I just wanted my drink" you answered yet defensively.
"None of that, it‘s me" she whispered as you intertwined your fingers, "were you jealous?"
You sighed, "yes"
The young lioness froze, she didn‘t expect you to be straight up honest with her. She knew you had never lied to her and she wouldn‘t assume that you would ever lie at her, but she indeed thought that you would avoid admitting your obvious jealousy.
"I don‘t like it when other people flirt with you" you mumbled after you had turned around, looking at her.
Not wanting to push you any further, she kissed your forehead in responds before guiding you on the dance floor.
"They‘re disgustingly cute" Charli told Celin as they watched the two of you dance.
"And obviously so in love"
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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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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.
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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”
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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?)
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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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yourname: my girlfriend is the cutest
↳ graceclinton_x: shut up, mine is
↳ yourname: no you shut up, my gracie girl
↳ graceclinton_x: come and shut me up then
↳ yourname: baby, this is public
↳ graceclinton_x: and?
alessiarusso99: my sloth and my baby
↳ yourname: milf
↳ graceclinton_x: milf 100%
↳ alessiarusso99: my goodness
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i absolutely love how whenever less scores everyone shoves her towards the fans
ALSO WHAT A GAME!!!!!! best game of the season i’m so proud i can’t even explain how good it was and how we smashed chelsea like that
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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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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!
Woso masterlist | Words: 870
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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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Grace Clinton NSFW Alphabet (18+, minors DNI!)
A: Aftercare
Grace has a bottle of water and bath or shower ready to go after she knows you both have calmed down
B: Body Part (their favorite body part of themselves and their partner)
Her favorite body part is her hands because she loves when you hold on to them during sex
Her favorite body part of yours is everything, she can’t decide on one thing and it changes every day
C: Cum (anything to do with cum)
The sight of you with cum on your mouth and chin leaves her breathless
D: Dirty Secret
Hearing you beg for the first time plays on repeat in her mind all the time and every time you have begged her to touch you since then never fails to boost her confidence and make her work even harder to make you feel good
E: Experience (Are they experienced? Do they know what they are doing?)
Experienced in the sense that she had sex before you but you both grew into things with each other and discovered new things together
F: Favorite Position
She doesn’t have a favorite because as long as she can have her hands on you and make you feel good or vice versa, she’s not complaining
G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)
You both can be a bit giggly at times but as the night progresses, you get more serious
I: Intimacy (How intimate are they during the moment?)
So intimate, the first few times you had sex she would pause (at seemingly the worst times aka when you were so close to coming) to ask if you were okay
J: Jack off (Masturbation HC)
She does it when you two aren’t together and she needs a release and she doesn’t really care for it because it just doesn’t feel the same
K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Praise kink, she thrives when you tell her how good she’s making you feel
L: Location (Favorite place to have sex)
Either of your apartments, she doesn’t want to risk someone potentially seeing the two of you, especially a teammate
M: Motivation (What turns them on?)
Hearing you beg, it really turns her on
N: No (Something they wouldn't do)
Nothing public or anything that could hurt either you even accidentally
O: Oral (Preference on giving or receiving)
Grace likes both equally but has her moments where she prefers to give
P: Pace (Fast & Rough? Slow & Sensual?)
Slow and sensual, she wants to truly make sure you are enjoying every second and doesn’t want to rush anything
Q: Quickie (Thoughts on quickies)
They’ve only happened a few times but she enjoys them because she just loves being able to make you feel good
R: Risk (Are they open to experimenting)
Only if you two talk about it and both agree on whatever it is and if neither of you enjoy it then it won’t happen again
S: Stamina (How many rounds)
You go for a few short rounds but sometimes there are longer rounds
T: Toys
A strap or vibrator gets used sometimes but both of you prefer to use either your mouths or fingers (or both)
U: Unfair (Do they like the tease)
You tease her more than she teases you but your teasing sounds more like praising
V: Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make)
Grace has been really loud a few times, mainly in the beginning when you first started having sex but as time has gone on, she’s learned to control her volume a bit
W: Wild Card (Random HC)
When you begged her to go faster and harder the first time, she was determined to do exactly what you asked and give you one of the best orgasms ever (and she did!)
Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
It’s a bit high, but she knows the two of you can’t spend all your free time having sex even though she wouldn’t be opposed to that
Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)
If you two have sex after a game or a long training day then she’ll fall asleep pretty quickly but If it’s an off day where you two haven’t done much, she’ll be up for a bit afterward
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my wifey, englands newest stargirl. grace clinton.
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Loved the Grace fic. Wondering if you could maybe do one where she has a secret girlfriend that doesn’t play football. And the team are trying to set her up not realizing that she has a girlfriend and then at one of her matches grace runs up to reader and that’s how the team finds out.
Something like that x
you never asked II g.clinton
"gracie just one date mate! you'll love her." millie slung an arm over the younger girls shoulder who rolled her eyes and shrugged her off. "just one?" grace squinted as the sun rose a little higher and the two arrived to the pitch for training.
"yes! just one." millie assured as the midfielder sighed. "alright, fine." grace shrugged as millies face lit up. "really?" the defender beamed.
"no ya idiot, i'll tell you the same thing i tell everyone. i don't need help findin a girlfriend!" grace rolled her eyes, saved by the whistle blowing signally training was about to start.
that didn't stop a barrage of the girls all trying to sweet talk her into meeting their 'friend' that grace would 'get on with like a house on fire' because she 'had soo much in common with them its like fate'.
she'd heard it all for weeks now, dismissing every little attempt with a firm shake of her head, abandoning conversation after conversation as suddenly they'd go from something she was engaged in to a topic she ran from.
thankfully some of the older girls stuck up for her and tried to shoo away the main culprits like millie, ella and maya who were constantly trying to set her up or ship her off with a new stranger every second day or so.
little did they all know, grace didn't need to be set up with anyone or accept any sort of dating help because she had you.
you looked up from your laptop at the familiar secret knock on your front door, snapping it shut with a grin and racing over. knocking the same pattern back you heard the girls laugh on the other side of the door before you swung it open.
"well hello gorgeous." grace beamed, launching herself at you in a hug as you let out a laugh, your feet lifting off the ground as the footballer spun you around.
"longest four and a half days ever." grace groaned, collapsing into you as she placed you back down and you shared a tight hug. "i'll be sure to pass that onto my boss, no more business trips because my girlfriend can't handle me being away." you teased, craning your head up to kiss her cheek.
"what! ya been away nearly five days and thats all i get babe?" grace scoffed in disbelief as you ventured back into the living room. "i'm sure you kissed your phone screen enough on facetime to make up for it baby." you grinned, having called her at least twice a day every day you were gone.
"yeah but me phone doesn't kiss back!" grace snatched your laptop out of hand, placing it down on the coffee table and flopping on top of you. "alright clinton, lay one on me then!" you sighed as if accepting a poor business deal as your girlfriend shook her head.
but deciding against a smart comment back like she normally would the taller girl wasted not another second, pressing her lips against yours as you exhaled softly into her mouth, the corner of which curled into a smile.
"missed you so much babe." grace mumbled into the kiss, one hand moving to the back of your neck as your tongues fought one another to take control. eventually you relinquished, your girlfriend taking advantage and exploring your mouth like it was the very first time.
"okay okay! no jumping me the first five minutes you're here." you pulled back with a grin as her hand crept up your top, squeezing at your chest.
"alright...i'll wait till its been ten minutes then like a gentlewoman would babe."
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"grace come on man! one date, you're always so stubborn. you think the worst of every girl we offer before you even meet them! just give us a chance to set you up with someone." ella groaned, dropping down beside the brunette who rolled her eyes, focused on lacing up her boots.
"answer hasn't changed tooney."
"gracie man please let me wingwoman ya!" ella begged, clasping her hands together as grace wordlessly shot her a firm look and shook her head.
"ella for god sakes leave the poor girl alone! youse are always harrassin her." thankfully mary swooped in to the rescue, ushering the mancunian away despite her protests.
you watched on in the stands of old trafford with grace's sister and a couple of your friends, a proud smile slapped to your face and unable to be wiped away despite the teasing from them all. sending your girlfriend a message at half time affirming just how well she'd played you tucked your phone back away as your girlfriend again waved as she entered back onto the pitch.
the little waves and cheeky grins sent your way weren't anything new however that didn't mean any of graces team mates had actually caught on, neither of you were particularly large fans of overtly public displays of affection either.
grace's time to really shine came in the second half when she bagged an assist and a goal, of course finding you in the crowd with a pearly white grin and another eager wave making you laugh and wiggle your fingers back at her.
the devils winning three to nil as the final whistle blew and the crowd erupted into cheers, your heart could burst with pride as you chatted with your friends and her sister, catching grace's eye mid lap who gestured for you to come down.
"lover girl has sent her summons!" your friends teased pinching at your cheeks as you rolled your eyes and swatted their hands away, all four of you making your way down to the barriers.
you hung back allowing the younger fans to all meet their idols, smiling at the excited squeals and cheers from them as your girlfriend and her team all made their rounds signing, high fiving and posing for pictures.
eventually you caught grace's eye again, lips curling into a smile as hers turned downward into a slight pout at how far away you still were. the crowd thinning a little you made your way to the front of the barrier, grace hugging her sister and friends.
"hi superstar." you smiled as it was finally your turn, melting into her embrace. "sweaty superstar." you teased as her skin stuck to yours, flinching away as she pinched your side for the jab.
"goal scorin superstar babe." grace grinned smugly as you hummed, her hands still firmly on your hips. "can the goal scorer get a kiss?" your girlfriend murmured, cocky smile dropping for a moment as her eyes searched yours for any sign of hesitation of discomfort.
but you didn't give her a chance to find any as you nodded, leaning in and pressing your lips to hers sweetly, hands cupping her face as you pulled away and let out a small laugh at the way her cheeks flushed rosy pink.
"blusher." you teased, kissing her cheek as she scoffed. "just from all the runnin round, don't flatter yourself!" grace rolled her eyes playfully,hugging you tightly from behind as you turned to lean against the barrier, her chin resting on your shoulder as she chatted away to her sister and friends.
"yeah i'll make sure she gets home safe." grace promised as your friends bid their farewell, her sister picked up by her own friends as you waved them all off, most of the crowd having dispersed.
"you really played so great gracie, i'm so proud of you." you smiled sincerely turning back around to face her, pecking her lips a few times with a smile.
"we've got an audience." you murmured, catching their wandering eyes over her shoulder. "fancy a tour of the change rooms?" grace grinned, wiggling her eyebrows and grabbing your waist hoisting you up and over the barrier.
"don't let the scare ya, bunch of big teddy bears the lot of em." grace promised, arm falling over your shoulder as she lead you toward the small group of girls looking on curiously, shrinking a little under their gaze.
"afternoon girls." grace smiled, squeezing you reassuringly. "whose this then gracie?" mary grinned with a raised eyebrow. "me girlfriend." grace smiled, kissing your cheek and introducing you properly.
"girlfriend!" one of the shorter girls jaw dropped, all four of them looking quite stunned as you pushed yourself a little tighter into grace's side as her arm dropped and her hand rested protectively on the small of your back.
"but-but-all the dates!" the same girl stammered out, another one rolling her eyes and smacking her. "dates?" you asked with a small frown, glancing up at your girlfriend.
"these three idiots have been trying to set us up on a blind date for weeks now. told ya i didn't need any helping finding a girlfriend!" grace chuckled, introducing the four girls in front of you.
"why the hell didn't ya just tell us!" ella, the same girl from earlier, shot the tall girl beside you a glare as grace grinned and gently pushed you to start walking with her.
"cause ya never asked tooney!" your girlfriend called over her shoulder, pulling you tighter into her side and ignoring the protests shouted behind her.
"you're a menace clinton, you couldn't just tell them?" you shook your head with a smile as she lead you off the pitch and down the tunnel.
"but baby, where's the fun in that?"
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grace clinton / like a hallmark movie
this is short, sorry, but her 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞
You hummed a festive tune as you sifted flour onto the kitchen counter, glancing over at Grace who was wrestling with the tangled lights for the Christmas tree. The room was filled with the scent of cinnamon and the promise of holiday joy.
"Having a little trouble there, Ms. I-don't-need-help?" you teased, eyes twinkling.
"Just trying to untangle the holiday spirit, darling. Maybe I need a magical touch?" Grace replied with a grin, her hands still in a wrestling match with the lights.
"I'll save you with my superior untangling skills later. But first, focus on these cookies. They need your culinary genius," you replied, playfully waving a rolling pin at your girlfriend.
Winking, the young forward responded, "Your wish is my command, Chef Y/N. What's the secret ingredient this time?" Her words were met with a gentle kiss on the cheek from you.
"Love, of course. But also a hint of mischief and a dash of holiday magic," you answered with a mischievous smile.
"Love, mischief, and holiday magic, coming right up!" Grace said, mock saluting.
As the two of you worked on the cookie dough, your girlfriend stole a quick kiss, leaving a dusting of flour on your nose. Giggles filled the room as you both engaged in a playful flour fight, turning the kitchen into a winter wonderland.
"I think our cookies just got an extra sprinkle of love," Grace remarked, looking at the snowy mess you two had created.
"And a touch of insanity, but that's what makes it perfect," you added, nudging her.
Your playful banter continued, punctuated by sweet kisses and laughter. Flour dusted both your cheeks as you exchanged affectionate gestures, turning the baking process into a delightful dance of love.
As you rolled out the dough, Grace paused, her gaze fixed on you. "You know, these cookies may not be as sweet as your kisses." You rolled your eyes but another soft kiss followed, making the kitchen feel even warmer.
While the cookies baked, you sat by the fireplace, cups of cocoa in hand, and admired the twinkling lights on the tree.
"You know, the lights on this tree can't compare to the sparkle in your eyes. "
Blushing, you responded, "Smooth talker. But seriously, this feels like a Hallmark movie, doesn't it?"
"Only if Hallmark movies involve flour fights and stolen kisses in the kitchen," Grace replied with a smirk.
You chuckled and the banter continued as you decorated the cookies.
Holding up a snowman-shaped cookie the brown-haired forward proclaimed "Clearly, my decorating skills surpass yours."
Examining her creation, you teased, "It looks more like a blob with a hat, but nice try. I, on the other hand, am a cookie Picasso."
"Picasso, huh? I think the world needs to see this masterpiece," she said, mock gasping.
Handing her a cookie, you declared, "Instagram-worthy, right?"
Taking a bite, Grace responded, "Definitely. But I think the best part is the chef herself."
Blushing once again, you replied, "You're laying on the charm thick tonight."
"Can't help it. Christmas brings out the romantic in me," your girlfriend grinned.
You continued decorating, the kitchen filled with laughter, sweet words, and the scent of freshly baked cookies.
"This is the perfect Christmas," you sighed contentedly.
"Almost perfect. We still have mistletoe to hang," Grace said, wrapping an arm around you.
Saving the best for last, you smirked, "Wouldn't have it any other way."
And so, with cookies in hand and mistletoe above, you both enjoyed a Christmas filled with love, laughter, and a touch of holiday magic. The kitchen, now adorned with imperfect but heartfelt cookies, became a canvas of your shared joy and affection.
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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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Is it too late to make things right? // Grace Clinton
a/n: based off this request. Hope you enjoy it!
Everything Grace Clinton did, made you furious.
It didn’t matter if it was the way she talked, laughed or played - even just her breathing, blinking or existing made you more than angry.
You hated Grace Clinton with a passion and no, not without any reason, as everybody always said.
"Don’t be so rude to Gracie, she did nothing wrong"
"Can‘t you be nice to her for once?"
"It‘s her debut show some respect"
You hated Grace Clinton for what she did to you and the way she had humiliated you.
But in fact, you respected her debut, she played phenomenally but obviously you didn’t tell her that - you didn’t talk to her at all.
After the game, you walked to the changing room, not looking at the midfielder or giving her congratulations for her game.
"What the fuck is your problem?" the voice of Alessia shrilled through the hall.
"Are you talking to me?" you asked dumbfounded, confused on what the problem was.
"Who else?"
Shrugging your shoulders, you looked at her. "Come on, out of everybody you were the first one to flee the scene"
"and apparently, you the second one, hm?" you cut her off, "Alessia, say what you want to say or leave me alone" you stated firmly, even though you already knew what the problem was: Grace Clinton.
Taken back from your firm voice and the use of Alessia instead of Less made her crumble under your gaze - you loved nicknames, you rarely called people by their actual name.
"What is your problem with Grace?" she asked anyways.
"I don’t have a problem with Clinton"
There it was - Clinton, it clearly showed your disliking.
Alessia knew you well enough to know that that was a lie, not only because you were a terrible liar but the Clinton gave it away. If Lessi had to describe you, she would say "When she calls you by a nickname, she loves you - you’re her friend. When she calls you by your actual name, she a) doesn’t know you yet or b) the situation is serious. When you get called by your surname, there is a problem."
"Didn’t think you’d be a liar" she replied, slowly getting annoyed at your behavior. Grace was like a little sister to her, she had to be protected at all costs.
"And I don’t think I have asked for your opinion"
With that you turned back around and continued your walk to the changing room.
"Ever since Grace is here you’re an absolute ass!" the blonde yelled after you.
-
You avoided Alessia, and Grace even more after your encounter with the blonde. Out of everyone, you didn’t expect Alessia to be rude to you. Not only because she‘s a sunshine herself but because she‘s your club teammate too. But it’s about Clinton, of course she would protect her.
What Alessia didn’t know was that her sweet Gracie was an ass herself, rude and mean.
-
"Hey"
You looked up from your book, seeing Less in front of you, before taking a seat beside you.
"Can I help you?" you asked, turning the page in your book, focusing on the words there.
The striker sighed, thinking about what to say - she stayed silent.
"I‘m not in the mood for being yelled at again, so with all respect, please leave me alone"
"I‘m sorry for my outburst" she apologized, "I’m just trying to understand what the problem is.."
This time it was you who sighed, closing the book, "Less, I don’t want to be rude, but it‘s none of your business. Gracie is not the person she used to be and neither am I. We play for the same country and that‘s it" you stood up from your seat, intending to leave - running away.
Alessia was shocked, not about the part where you said it’s none of her business - she knew you were right - you didn’t call the current Tottenham player Clinton but Gracie. You could have chosen anything yet you said Gracie, a nickname.
"What happened between the two of you?" Her hand on your arm stopped you, Lessi‘s voice caring.
On clue, said person came into view, locking eyes with you.
"We grew apart"
It was the longest eye contact you had with her since what? maybe years. Familiar feelings rummaged through your body - looking into the eyes you once loved so dearly.
Anger was displayed on her face, marching over as she purposely and aggressively bumped into you, "watch where you‘re going" she spat which you only ignored.
"What the fuck, Alessia" the midfielder growled, pulling her somewhere more private.
"Why are you talking to her about me!"
"Grace-"
"No, Alessia! This is absolutely none of your fucking business. She broke up with me years ago, so let her be!"
"Who broke up with whom?" The noisy voice of Ella chipped in. The place Grace chose wasn‘t as private as she had thought.
"Y/n was your girlfriend?"
The young lioness inhaled, closing her eyes for a brief moment, "no.. she ended things before I could ask her."
"Why?" Tooney asked as the best friends shared a look.
"We should go on a walk" the blonde striker then proposed, to which Grace surprisingly agreed. The topic had been bothering her for years, not knowing what she had done wrong, that you didn't want anything to do with her anymore. From one day to the next you ignored her, stopped talking to her - didn't even look at her. What had she done wrong? Her heart still breaks when she thinks back to the evening when everything went downhill. She wanted to ask you that night if you would like to be her girlfriend. You had danced around your feelings quite a while, even though you both knew there was something there - the stolen kisses, the sneaky touches, the love letters - but you broke her heart before she could ask you, even though the real reason was that she had broken your heart first.
"Why haven’t you talked to us?" Lessi asked as the three of them walked outside of the facility in Spain.
Shrugging her shoulders, "there was never a reason to" she replied, "we never played at the same club, so it was easy for her to avoid me, same goes with the call up - she got hers earlier, so we didn’t see each other at camps either"
"How do you feel now? Seeing her?" this time it was Ella who asked.
"I‘m being rude to her. And I know that‘s not right, but it‘s- I don’t even know, unspoken anger I guess, because she just broke my heart and because that‘s the only attention I will get from her…"
"You loved her, didn’t you?"
"I do"
"Do?"
"Did? Have? Do? I don’t know" she mumbled, "how could I not? You know her, she‘s more than incredible"
Years later, Grace still wasn’t over you, being near you made it clear. She couldn’t get over the things she felt for you. You were the first girl she‘s kind of been with. You were her first love story and her first love.
Putting her feelings aside, busying herself with work didn’t heal her, it just made her feelings more intense as they came crashing down now.
"Have you ever tried talking to her?"
"Of course! I asked her so many times what I did wrong, she never answered me" she sighed.
Alessia and Ella had never seen their friend so vulnerable and tired. Her facade had dropped, she deeply cared about you yet all the unanswered questions turned into anger - she just didn’t know how to deal with her feelings and the struggle of not having you in her life.
She missed you.
-
To say that Ella and Alessia saw you differently now was only partly correct. Both of them had many questions, what did happen? What was the reason you ended things before they even started? Has Grace done something wrong? But most importantly: Was there a way to make amends?
It was the next day after training when the best friends decided to take matters into their own hands. You two had to sort things out. The rudeness started getting more and more while the tension grew thicker each second. To be fair, it didn’t affect either of your or the teams playing performance as you kept things professional on the pitch yet off the pitch both of you acted like angry toddlers towards each other.
"We need to do something" Ella huffed at Alessia, both of them watching you growling at Grace.
"Do what? Lock them in a room??" Alessia intended to joke which the midfielder took seriously. "That‘s an awesome idea!", pulling the girl towards Mary - they definitely needed her help.
And when Mary was introduced to the idea, the three, so called master minds, came up with a perfect plan.
-
"Grace, wanna play darts?" Ella asked the young lioness, grinning.
"Um, maybe later" asked person replied as she relaxed on one of the bean bags in the 'movie' room.
"Are you afraid you‘ll loose?" Tooney challenged - she knew Grace could never back down a challenge and not even the slightest when it was something as simple as darts. It can’t be that hard to throw a dart, can it?
Meanwhile Mary asked you the exact same, the only difference that you agreed in an instant, darts something you loved to play in camps.
Walking to the 'game' room of the facility - a room with darts, pool and table football - the gk and you talked about the last upcoming friendly.
Arriving in the room, "I forgot my lucky dart!" Mary suddenly stated, leaving the room quickly, "I’m back in a moment" she called.
Not thinking anything about it, you waited for her to come back.
She didn’t.
In fact, when the door opened again, someone stumbled into the room before the door was quickly locked.
"Ella?!"
"Sorry for pushing you!" the man united player answered behind the closed door.
"Why are you locking me in this room?"
"Turn around" you answered.
The current Tottenham player jumped, "don‘t scare me like that!" her hand clutching over her heart, trying to calm down.
"You have to sort things out" Alessia joined the conversation.
"We can play darts after that" Mary added.
"We‘ll be back in an hour"
You grumbled under your breath, marching away from Grace who stood in front of the door hoping it would open magically.
"I guess, we have to talk if we want to leave this room today" Grace said after 10 minutes of an awkward silence.
"No thanks" you responded nonchalantly. You didn‘t want to talk to Grace ever again unless it was work related.
"Come on, don’t be so stubborn" the midfielder slowly walked towards you sitting on the pool table.
"Grow up, Clinton"
"I grew up while we grew apart" she mocked your words - words that hadn’t left her mind ever since you said them. What did you even mean by that? You haven’t grown apart - you ended things out of nowhere!
"Clinton, leave me alone"
That was the last straw, "can you fucking stop with the Clinton?!" she snapped, stepping right in front of you. She hated it. Yes, it was her surname and she loved to see it on the back of jerseys but she hated it when you called her that. What happened to Gracie? Lovely girl? Or love?
"Get a grip, Clinton"
There was no point in making an effort - you wouldn’t talk, you‘ve made that very clear.
Grace walked to the other side of the room, sitting down on the little bench that was the next to the dartboard.
She felt helpless. And even though she was in the same room, it felt like the two of you were oceans apart.
The silence was deafening.
You didn’t mind that - as long as Grace was shutting her mouth, you‘d be fine with everything.
Grace did mind it - it made her anxious. She was closer to you than she had been in years. This was her opportunity to find out what she did wrong and what the reason was that you hated her now. What happened to being friends? Secret Lovers? What’s happened to the chance of being together forever?
"Y/n/n, please" the young lioness almost whispered. You froze, you hadn’t heard that one in years - the midfielder, the only one who ever used that nickname.
"Just answer one question and I promise you to never talk to you again off pitch"
"You better keep that promise" you said firmly, turning around as the Tottenham player jumped up, walking towards you.
Leaning against the table football, she thought about her questions - which would be the best to ask.
"What did I do wrong?" It was the most obvious question to ask but maybe the answer would finally give Grace some inner peace.
"Seriously? Of all the questions you could have asked, you chose one where you already know the answer-"
"But I don‘t! I don’t know anything! Out of nowhere you cut me off! Pretending I don’t exist!"
"You don‘t exist to me anymore" you stated rather calmly while Grace was gesticulating wildly, frown and the wrinkle between her brows deepening.
"How can you say that?! I used to be important to you"
Lowly, you empathized "Used to" which was only partly true. Parts of your heart always yearned for Grace, hoping she was doing well and achieving all of her dreams.
A part of you still loved Grace Clinton, and forever will.
"Just- just answer the question, please"
"You humiliated me, Grace, you humiliated me in the worst way you ever could."
"How? I‘m so in love with you, i would never dream of upsetting you in any way."
You laughed, clapping your hands, "You‘re funny"
"What‘s wrong with you?!"
"What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?" You felt yourself getting angry, starting to match her furios energy. As if Grace didn‘t know what she had done - what sick game was she playing?
"You humiliated me, Grace, that’s what wrong. How could you? I thought- i thought you liked me. At least enough to keep private things private and not to read them out loud in the fucking locker room!" your voice took many changes in that short statement. It started off calm, before it turned sad, almost vulnerable as the last part was full of venom.
The midfielder froze on the spot, arms falling to her sides as she realized what the problem had been years ago and still was.
The unknown feeling exposed now, flashbacks crossing her mind from that day, "the letters" left her mouth, eyes wide. How could it be that she hadn't thought of this sooner? Now everything made sense! Your anger and hostility towards her, the abrupt break in contact. The world was no longer your enemy, your only enemy was someone you believed would never break your heart. A someone that had promised you to fight with you against the world but instead, she had weakened you so much that you no longer had the strength to do so - your last strength was directed against her.
"Exactly. I‘ve heard what you said, Grace. And the worst part? You didn’t even read them. Our friend read them out loud and you laughed about them, telling the whole locker room that i was weirdly obsessed with you 'Nah. I don‘t stand her - she follows me around like a lost puppy. I don‘t even like girls' I remember everything, word for word, Clinton"
Your eyes turned glossy, you never healed from that humiliation.
"Listen to me-"
"No, you will listen to me." you growled, your voice was so full of anger, stepping towards her to intimidate her, "stay away from me"
Grace was breathing heavily, her eyes darting around your face - you were so close to her.
Not in control of her soul, mind or body, Grace smashed her lips against yours, hands gripping your hips as she pulled you close.
You couldn’t even register what was happening before your body responded in kissing her back - matching her energy.
The kiss was nothing like the kisses you shared before - it was feisty, all anger purred into this one kiss.
Yet it felt so good, your heart felt peace, an old familiar feeling you only ever felt when you were with the lioness. The walls you had built around it were gone. So even though Gracie was the reason why you had built them in the first place, she was now the reason why they collapsed.
When you slowly came to your senses, you pushed her away, lips swollen from kissing each other, feeling dizzy at the intensity and the feeling of happiness it had given you.
"I‘m sorry-"
"A sorry won‘t fix anything!" you shouted. You were so confused.
It was the first time where you ever had raised your voice at Grace. You didn’t mean the kiss but the girl knew exactly what you were referring to. And even though, you didn‘t like shouting or yelling in general, let alone at someone like Gracie, you defended yourself with that - an apology wouldn’t fix anything nor would a kiss.
"Sorry, I didn’t mean to raise my voice" you said, not liking a shouting atmosphere or the sad look in Grace‘s eyes.
"It‘s okay" the midfielder breathed out shakily, "you know, all of your love notes are in my wallet. I read them at least once a day" she admitted, staring at the floor, not being able to trust her voice if she would look you in the eye, "It was stupid to think that I didn‘t know what I have done wrong while it was in fact right in front of me. I broke your heart the day you broke mine." taking a deep breath, she sorted her thoughts, "I have no right to ask for your forgiveness, all I want to do is give you an explanation."
You nodded slightly - you always wanted an explanation but instead of confronting the girl that day, you ran away, protecting yourself more and more over the years.
"One of the girls found your letters in my bag when they searched for something, I don’t even remember what. She read them out loud while I was on the other side of the locker room talking to your friend. I asked her, if I had her blessing to ask you to be my girlfriend. I knew how important it was to you and since she was the only who knew about us, that was the least I could do. We never talked about telling our teammates, so when she read the letters, I panicked. I panicked because I didn‘t want to be outed by someone else. I also panicked because I didn’t know if you‘d be okay with me admitting our- my love for you. I got so scared in that moment, that my self-protection mechanism answered before I could even reflect the situation. It felt like a stranger was controlling me. And you‘re right, 'sorry' won‘t fix anything but I want you to know that it was never my intention to break your heart. I meant it when I said that I want you to be mine forever. I have always loved you and I don’t think, that I will ever love someone who isn‘t you. So, even though it won‘t fix anything; I sincerely want to apologize. I‘m proud of you and the footballer you became - I will always be your number one fan"
Throughout her explanation, three things remained in your mind,
1. I don’t think I will ever love someone else - did that mean she still loved you?
2. Strangely, you believed every word she said. Grace had never lied to you - she was a terrible liar anyways.
3. Ask you to be my girlfriend - she wanted to make things official..?
"I did. I wanted you to be my girlfriend the second you smiled at me. I remember your shy smile, the way you looked everywhere, only briefly stopping at me." she chuckled, a love sick smile on her face.
"I thought I said that only in my head" you mumbled, cheeks turning red.
As Grace took a step closer, her hands cupping your cheeks, so you would look at her instead of the floor. "I never wanted to be your enemy" she whispered, her lips pressing tenderly against your forehead - a confession and a promise.
In that moment, both of you realized that maybe it wasn‘t too late to make things right. But it would take time and patience for you to learn how to love and trust each other again.
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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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