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trulyhblue · 5 months ago

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Could you possibly do a Grace Clinton x Reader please based on what Alessia mentioned on her podcast about Grace being a big hugger and like a sloth ! x also love your work ❤️

Just A Hugger

Grace Clinton x Lioness! Reader

Warnings: fluff, secret but established relationship, very short!

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You were sitting on one of the bean bags for the first time all camp, snuggled under an array of blankets, cuddling your phone as you stared up at the TV in front of you. The room was dark, holding refuge to more than a dozen tired athletes, all clad in their sponsored trackies and hoodies. You were among the handful that had been able to snag a bean bag before they were all full.

Alessia and Ella shared one beside you, and Niamh and Lotte planted theirs together in order to create one combined. On the lounges behind you, many of the girls lay across one another, sluggish in their endeavours to soak up some team bonding while also maintaining the silence. Beth had made you a hot chocolate, and Esme had picked the movie, which was of no complaint to anyone, considering the City girl always seemed to know best. You could hear Lauren muttering about her latest Lego creation to LJ, who was somewhat endorsed by the topic of conversation, yet scrolled aimlessly on her phone as she hummed along in agreement, since Hempo’s tangents often let on for prolonged periods.

Your feet peeked out from under the blankets, your fluffy pink socks matching with your girlfriend, who was nowhere to be seen. There was a quiet hum of chatter as the movie played, and everyone was content with the mixture as it was the first time anyone had really gotten to bond with another teammate outside of training.

The euro qualifiers were tough, and your fresh arrival to the team made it even more difficult to mould into a routine. In such high stake games, you certainly weren't looking for any significant game time, but you were a halftime sub during England’s campaign against Sweden, and you were hopeful of getting the same minutes this time against France.

You were younger than most of the girls but had been around professional football for long enough to have known them all for quite some time. You made your debut at United only a few years ago before playing for City in the Youth groups. There you met the likes of Mary, Katie and Ella, who were the first Lionesses that you had truly gotten to know. You had eventually met Grace when she came from Bristol to United, and from then, you were both sent on loan to Tottenham, where your friendship blossomed into a North London Treasure. Fans are no longer sure Grace is a United player, but their NLD golden girl. You were born and raised Manchester-bound, and you were not prepared to face the fact that you were slowly becoming among the faces of Tottenham’s affiliates. It took you a while to process the hurt that came with your loan, and at some points, you envied how quickly Grace fit in with your teammates and the game they played. But you soon moulded well as a striker, especially as your relationship with Grace consumed your everyday life.

You had moved in together as friends and slowly found your deep feelings for her embedded into your heart. The hugs during celebrations, and the post-match interviews matched with longing stares and soft compliments. Fans jumped to the joyride of how calm and collected the two of you held yourselves, especially as a duo in the games. Grace was always helping you up after badly set tackles, and you pushed her away from unnecessary quarrels with opponents. The media would pick up on the assists Grace would give you, and the spectacular goals that came as a result of your chemistry. There weren't any other two players that had this sort of combination together, and clubs were quick to realise that if they wanted one of you, the other was instantly included.

It was only half way through the season when the two of you got together. It was after your win against Arsenal, and the celebrations mixed with alcohol were quick to loosen your tongue. It was a well-kept secret between you two, except your two best friends Charli and Celine had caught on about your feelings long before you had even gotten together. The media were just enamoured by your friendship with Grace. The fans adored the affection you showed each other. There was inevitable shipping rumours, but they never held much significance.

While you liked the privacy of your relationship, Grace wanted to make it known that you were hers. It wasn't like you kept it discreet. You had shown each other the same amount of PDA before you made it official, so there was minimal change when it came to the way you interacted with each other, save for the heavy affection shown in the showers after a match, away from prying eyes. However, Grace had found herself falling more protective of you. If someone had made a false tackle on you, she’d be all over it before you had even hit the ground. It was an anger that had never presented itself beforehand, but it was sure to unleash the second you winced into the grass.

You were very reserved on the pitch. There wasn't much you got up to, and your card count was very low. Grace was much more vicious, but held accountability when it was due.

Everyone just thought that it was the end-of-season drama, where teams were making last-second challenges that would aim to help their position on the ladder.

Now, as both of your loans with Tottenham were soon to be over, Grace and you had not only made yourselves comfortable in the London atmosphere but had created special bonds with the likes of Celine with Grace and you with Charli, which made the return back a little difficult to face. You were both extremely valuable to each team, and there had been an inexplicable improvement that United wanted a piece of, though Tottenham wanted to keep. You were conflicted with the history of your home, and the alliance of your new life, which added to the stress of debuting with the England Senior Team.

You felt a familiar figure crouch beside you, placing another layer of soft blanket over your figure. With a soft kiss on your forehead, you snuggled up to Grace’s side, immediately cradling her waist with your arms, engulfing her chest with your head, and listening to her steady heartbeat.

“God, you're so warm.” She muttered, pulling your thigh over her leg, letting your weight lean against her. You let out a silent laugh as Grace wrapped her arms around your shoulders, running her hand through the nape of your hair, playing with the loose strands.

You peered down at her feet, feeling the familiar fabric of your matching socks. “Where have you been?”

Grace tucked you into her chest further, breathing in your scent as she sighed. “Talking to Sarina. She wanted to see what I was doing with Tottenham?”

You looked up, carefully calculating the mood on your girlfriend's face. “What about it?”

“Just whether we— whether I was staying.”

“What did you say?”

“I told her I’d have to ask you.” Grace glanced down at you, smiling at the crease between your eyebrows. She pecked your nose, tracing your features subtly. “She said that she could see that we were dating from a mile away.”

You scoffed at that. “Bet she did.”

None of your national teammates mentioned anything, though some of the senior girls had caught on quite quickly that something had changed since the last time they had seen you in Manchester. Ella, who was usually the slowest had walked in on you two that very morning, yelping and whining over breakfast, making your face go red with embarrassment and Grace shoving Tooney over to Lessi, who, inevitably, now knows.

You had told Beth and Leah that you two had gotten close while partnered together at training. Leah had told you it was obvious, and Beth had given you a big hug before listing things she and Viv did to keep their relationship a secret before it got out.

Grace had told Mary, who told Millie, who told Rach, and soon enough pretty much everyone who cared had found out over the course of a day. They were quick to subtly congratulate you, but the attention had died down by the time dinner had past and you all were watching the somewhat indulging film Esme had put on.

You weren't keeping your relationship a secret, but neither of you found a point in letting it known. If someone asked, you’d tell them. Both of you were waiting for the media to catch on, but until then, you were content with the quietness of it all.

“I’ll go wherever you go, you know that?” Grace muttered, placing soft kisses down the coloum of your neck. You pressed your figure closer to her, sighing when her hands ran against your sides.

You held out your hand to grab hers, tracing the ridges in her knuckles. “What do you think? Tottenham or United?”

“I don't care, baby.” She spoke, peeking up from where her face hovered above your collarbone. “I would warm the bench if it meant I was with you.”

You laughed into the blankets, nudging your face into her neck. “You're a sweet talker, Clinton.”

Grace didn't deny the statement, smirking down at your cosy position against her. She wouldn't trade you for any contract offer in the world. No amount of money or years of playing football could equate to holding you in her arms.

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Comments:

user78 — if they are not in love then idk what love is

lionesses — pretty in pink! 💕

graceclinton — I love the way you look at me

graceclinton — feet on feet 🤢

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wosofan — THE WAY THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER I CAN NOT DO THIS THEY R SO CUTE

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user17 — im dreading the time their loan at Tottenham ends.

^ user67 — what if one of them stays at Tottenham and the other stays at United?

^ user66 — I will become violent if this happens

^ user16 — both teams will want them both. I doubt this will happen

charlottegrant — my little koala ��

^ yourusername — miss you char char 😣

ellatoone — less and I third wheeling

^ alessia — you’ll live tooney

^ graceclinton — double date?

^ user62 — Y/N AND GRACE CONFIRMED???????

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skipper1331 · 7 months ago

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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.

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"

"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.

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"

"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"

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?!

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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pitchsidestories · 7 months ago

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New Romantics II Grace Clinton x Bronze!Reader

part 2 I 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.

#grace clinton #grace clinton x reader #grace clinton imagine #lucy bronze #lucy bronze x reader #lucy bronze imagine #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso #woso one shot #woso community #woso oneshot #lionesses #engwnt #tottenham women

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daniswoso · 8 months ago

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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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alotofpockets · 6 months ago

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Gorry Fam Appreciation

Request a player | with @totaly-obsessed

Plus a little Auntie Macca appreciation

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glossyblue · 5 months ago

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Emotional Rollercoaster

glossyblue: sonny being a father🫠💭

Summary: you are a mess, after giving birth to your twin, but your husband is always by your side, taking care of you.

Pairing: son heung min × reader

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In the midst of the chaos that was your life, you found yourself cradling your newborn twins, a girl and a boy, in your arms. The joy of their arrival was tainted by the overwhelming exhaustion and confusion that consumed you. Your body was a stranger to you, marked by the toll of childbirth, and your mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more unsettling than the last. Your husband, Heung Min, was a constant presence by your side. He was always there, trying to alleviate your pain, showering you with love and sweet nothings. He appreciated you for the gift of his children and constantly reassured you that you were doing well, even when you felt like you were falling apart. 'You're amazing, you know that?' Heung Min whispered , as he watched you nurse the twins. His eyes shone with admiration and love, and it was a balm to your frayed nerves. 'I'm a mess,' you replied, trying to muster a smile. 'You're the most beautiful mess I've ever seen,' he said, his voice filled with sincerity. He reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. 'And I love you more than words can express.' You couldn't help but be touched by his words, even in your state of disarray. He was a constant source of comfort and strength, always reminding you of your worth and the importance of your role as a mother. 'I don't know what I would do without you,' you confessed, tears brimming in your eyes. 'You'll never have to find out,' Heung Min replied, his voice steady and sure. 'I'm here for you, always.'

As the days passed, you gradually started to find your footing. The twins grew stronger and healthier, and your body began to heal. The fog of postpartum depression slowly started to lift, and the weight on your shoulders lessened with each passing day. 'You're doing so well,' He said one day, as he watched you from across the room. The twins were nestled in their cribs, and you were finally able to take a moment for yourself. 'I couldn't have done it without you and your support,' you replied, smiling up at him. 'We're a team,' He said crossing the room to wrap his arms around you. 'And we'll face everything that comes our way together.'

And with that, you knew that you were going to be okay. You had your husband by your side, and your beautiful twins, and that was all that mattered. Despite the trials and tribulations of motherhood, you knew that you were blessed beyond measure, and you wouldn't trade this life for anything in the world.

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httpsdana · 7 days ago

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Hi bestiee can I request a fic w Lucad Bergvall “prompt 13” 🫶🏼

Sweet Like Strawberry~Lucas Bergvall

*Pictures are from Pinterest*

never thought I'd be writing for him but oh well 😅

request from here

master list -> part 2

players/drivers I write for

13-"I’m your boyfriend, and I demand you kiss me right now.”

y/n was stretched out on the couch, wrapped in a cozy blanket with a strawberry-scented lip mask glossed over her lips, and a facemask on her face. It was one of those evenings where she could finally relax, and the masks felt like the perfect treat for herself-care night. Lucas had been busy all day, so she assumed he’d be tired and want to unwind, too.

But as soon as he walked into the living room and saw her curled up, his eyes went straight to her lips. He was used to her putting facemasks, but the shining material on her lips caught his attention.

“What’s on your lips?” he asked, dropping onto the couch beside her with a curious smirk.

“It’s a lip mask,” she explained, holding back a grin. “Strawberry-flavored too. It’s supposed to make them soft.”

The second she mentioned “strawberry-flavored,” his interest doubled. “So, can I taste it?”

“No,” she said with a laugh, pushing his shoulder lightly as he leaned in.

“Oh, come on,” he protested, his tone a mix of whiny and playful. “Just one kiss.”

She shook her head. “Lucas, it’s supposed to stay on. If you mess it up, I’ll have to start over!”

But he wasn’t one to be deterred. With a mischievous gleam in his eye, he leaned closer, puckering his lips in a dramatic show. y/n pulled back, covering her mouth with her hand as he tried to press a kiss on her lips.

“Not happening!” she laughed, dodging as he leaned forward again.

He huffed, crossing his arms in mock frustration, but the pout on his face was too cute. “You’re really going to deny me a kiss?” he teased, inching closer as she dodged yet again.

“Yup!” you replied, holding back another laugh. “Gotta let this lip mask work, remember?”

Lucas gave her a look, brows raised in playful disbelief. “Alright, that’s it,” he announced dramatically, his hands reaching to pull her close as he finally dropped the line. “I’m your boyfriend, and I demand you kiss me right now.”

y/n couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out of her, his mock-serious tone cracking her up. And before she could dodge again, he managed to plant a quick peck right on her lips, his grin widening as he pulled back, clearly pleased with himself.

“Mmm, it does taste like strawberries,” he murmured, his lips hovering over hers again. Before she could protest, he stole another quick kiss, savoring the taste of the lip mask. He brushed his thumb over her cheek, keeping her close as he pecked her lips over and over.

“Lucas!” she giggled, trying to push him back, though she wasn’t really trying that hard.

“Sorry, it’s too good,” he said, grinning as he snuck another kiss. “Maybe I’ll help you reapply it if I mess it up?”

y/n rolled her eyes, laughing at his persistence. “Yeah, right. You’d just kiss it off again.”

He shrugged, pulling her even closer until she was nestled against his chest. “Guess you’re right,” he admitted softly, pressing his lips to hers once more, this time slower, savoring the kiss. His eyes were warm as he pulled back, a little smile playing on his lips.

She sighed in mock exasperation, finally giving in and letting him wrap his arms around her. “Fine, if you insist on ruining my lip mask, I guess I can let you stay.”

“Perfect,” he whispered, pressing one last kiss to the tip of her nose. “That’s all I needed.”

With that, he settled beside her, pulling her into his arms as the two of them melted into a comfortable cuddle, his head resting gently against hers as he sighed contentedly.

#football #football x reader #football blurb #football imagine #football one shot #footballer imagine #tottenham hotspur #spurs #lucas bergvall imagine #lucas bergvall x you #lucas bergvall x y/n #lucas bergvall x reader #lucas bergvall oneshot #lucas bergvall blurb #lucas bergvall fluff #lucas bergvall fanfic #lucas bergvall

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totaly-obsessed · 7 months ago

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Beth England Appreciation pt.2

woso appreciation masterlist | with @alotofpockets

requested by Lou @lessi-lover hehe

#woso #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso appreciation #engwnt x reader #woso community #lionesses x reader #chelsea wfc #chelsea women #tottenham hotspur #tottenham women #beth england #bethany england #beth england x reader

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holygrailimagines · 2 years ago

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Tall

Summary: Richarlison x Reader, size kink SMUT!

Richarlison loved being taller than you. To him, you were delicate and fragile. He felt like your knight in shining armor, protecting you from all the bad things in the world. He would always be holding you, whether his strong arms were wrapped around your waist or his fingers interlaced with yours. Even if you had a closet full of sweaters and jackets, Rich would always insist you wear his. Firstly because they would make you warmer and secondly because he loved the way his clothes made you look even smaller.

Ninety percent of the time, he was always gentle and soft with you. You loved how careful he was with you but sometimes you preferred the other ten percent.

You knew there was a different side to his love for your size difference, noticing how he always took you in front of the large mirror placed strategically in front of the bed. You would be on your knees with your cheek pressed against the sheets, Richarlison ramming into you from behind. His eyes would never leave the mirror, watching his large frame destroying your small one. One hand would grasp your forearms behind your back and the other would grip the back of your neck. Your body would jolt forward with each harsh thrust, you were completely under his control. His large cock mercilessly fucking into your tight, little cunt. He was so big you swore you could feel him in your stomach.

“You look so hot taking my cock like this,” he would praise you, grunting as he continued slamming into you. You couldn’t even respond, drool dripping from your lips and soaking the sheets. You arched your back, giving Rich more access to your aching pussy. He would grip your hair, pulling you up against his bare chest. Even like this, his body still dominated yours. Your ass cheeks clapped against the base of his cock, your cunt clenching tightly around his length. You were so weak, eyes closed and body numb.

“Look at how small you look,” He would whisper in your ear, his eyes staring at the reflection. You used every bit of strength left inside you and opened your eyes. Your tits were bouncing, ribs poking out from your arched back. Rich was behind you, almost looking like a giant compared to you. Rich’s teeth were clenched and he was sweating heavily from thrusting so brutally. With his free hand, he grabbed yours and rested it on top of your navel.

“Feel that?” He asks huskily and you certainly did. Each time his cock slammed into you, you felt the slightest bulge. You nodded your head, strings of moans leaving your mouth. He released his grip from your hair and you landed face first on the mattress. His hands planted on your hips, drilling into you faster than before. He grunted, watching through the mirror as you lost complete control of your body. The pleasure of his cock slamming into your sore pussy was almost too much. Your body became overwhelmed, your cunt subconsciously clenching tighter and tighter. His thrusts became messier and sloppier, before finally spilling himself inside you with an animalistic grunt. His warm seed triggered your release, your legs quivering in a euphoric state. You whimpered as he pulled out, the both of you collapsing onto the mattress.

You shivered, the coldness of the room finally hitting your bare body.

“You want my hoodie?” he asked.

#richarlison #richarlison de andrade #richarlison imagine #richarlison x reader #richarlison smut #tottenham hotspur #tottenham #football fic #football smut

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moonlbabe2 · 1 year ago

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sonsational

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https-sonshine · 2 years ago

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Another smutty fic could be:

Sonny is getting more into gaming with the lads and you’re just needy

He sees you lingering around him trying to find a way to get his attention but also not really wanting to disturb his game time. He smirks to himself thinking you’re too cute for your own good, he knows what you want but he’d rather watch and see what you’ll come up with.

He throws you a line to help and asks you, “hey baby, is there anything I can help you with” his eyes still on the screen just to show that he’s still invested in the game “umm I was wondering I could sit on your lap while you play, if it’s not too much trouble” you ask timidly

He glitched for a second but composed himself before you could notice, already starting to get hard at the thought of his needy girl want to sit on his lap, too shy to ask for what she really wants.

“Sure baby, come here” with open arms, you straddle him and stick your face in his neck.

It’s only 10 minutes in when you finally get too desperate and the fact that Minnie is just in shorts gets incredibly obvious, you just bite the bullet and ask him, whispering (almost whimpering) “minnie, can I ride your thigh”

Sonny drops his controller

You start rambling thinking you took it too far,,

“It’s okay you can say no, I just always wanted to you know what nevermind, you’re with the lads I’ll just go take a show-

He pulls you back to look into your eyes “you drive me crazy” grabs your neck and kisses you hard, grabs a hold of you hips and settles you on his thigh

And the rest could be smut

Here's your request as promised. Hope you like it. This is my first time writing smut so it might be all over the place. Not sure if I'll be writing smut again tho. I kept changing my mind on which perspective to follow before settling on first person, so there might be some slight inaccuracies i.e she being used instead of you. I did proofread it but knowing me I probably overlooked some. Anyways, enjoyy

word count: approx 1.8k words

warnings: nsfw, slight exhibitionism

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It wasn't particularly early in the morning, but the snowstorm and overcast sky made it feel like the dawn. They both walked around in their pyjamas as if they were groggy children. Your long brown hair cascaded past your shoulders and curled softly against your back, with some strands taking on a fiery hue in the low lighting. You were dressed in a tank top designed for curvier women. You wore it with your favourite pair of flannel pyjamas, patterned with a bold blue plaid and complimented your eyes. While holding your coffee, you watched Son play a video game. The band of his headset added to the flyaways in his dishevelled hair. His glasses rested on his nose as he focused on the game, and he mumbled sleepily into the headset every now and then. You leaned against the wall, a smile on your lips as you observed him. His fingers flew across the controller, skillfully working around each obstacle in the game.

You were used to it; you both played games together in your free time. However, today was different. You craved Son's undivided attention. No, you needed it. You desperately wanted to get his attention, yet you were too scared to ask for it, not wanting to appear clingy. You had tried every trick in the book to get his attention, but you could never keep it for more than a few moments.

He sees you lingering around him, trying to find a way to get his attention but also not really wanting to disturb his gaming time. He smirks, thinking you're too cute for your own good. He knows what you want, but he'd rather watch and see what you'll come up with. Sonny can tell you want his attention, but instead of giving it to you outright, he teases you with a smirk, revelling in your efforts to win it.

Sonny watches as you struggle to find the best way to get his attention.

He dangles an offer of assistance and asks, "Hey baby, is there anything I can help you with?" His eyes are still on the screen, and his focus on the game is unwavering. You take the bait, hopeful that you'll get his attention. Son glanced up and saw y/n wearing a grin that could only mean trouble. Your dimples were barely visible as you looked at him, distracting him from the game with a mere glance. "What's the deal with your grins?" he asked, returning his gaze to the game. You shrugged, taking a sip from your coffee. "You." You answered simply.

"Umm, I was wondering if I could sit on your lap while you play. If it's not too much trouble, I won't do anything. I know you're not a fan of exhibitionism," you inquire hesitantly.

His breath twitched for a split second, but he quickly composed himself. He turns towards you and gives a quick, barely perceptible nod as if to say yes before returning to the game. He was already starting to get hard at the thought of his needy girl wanting to sit on his lap, too shy to ask for what she really wanted. He cleared his throat and softly spoke, "Of course." A warmth spread through your body as he said the words, and you felt a sudden rush of excitement He finally gave you a light smile and opened his arms, inviting you to take the seat you wanted. You scoot closer and settle on his lap, your heart fluttering as you feel his body heat radiating around you. You straddle him as you bury your face in his neck. You could feel his warmth and the faint scent of his cologne, but most of all, you could feel him beginning to stir beneath you. It only takes ten minutes for you to reach your breaking point, at which point it becomes painfully obvious that Son is only wearing a pair of shorts. You take a deep breath and force yourself to ask, "Minnie, can I ride on your thigh? Your voice quivers and sounds almost desperate.

Sonny drops his controller. He glances away from the screen, finally giving you his full attention. You start talking incoherently, afraid that you've made him uncomfortable. "It's okay, you can say no, I just always wanted to, you know what, never mind, you're with the lads. I'll just go take a show-

He pulls you back to look into your eyes and says, "You drive me crazy." He grabs your neck, kisses you hard, grabs hold of your hips, and settles you on his thigh. You look into his eyes and let out a deep breath before connecting your lips. The kisses were soft and sweet, with his hands sliding around her form to pull her all the closer. Soon, the voices over his headset were calling him back to attention, and Son reluctantly detached from you to get back to the game.

You cast your gaze over his familiar form before settling to her knees beside him. As you opened the fly of his pyjamas without shame, he looked at her with a curious look and a furrowed brow. "What are you up to?" he asked, scooting his chair back to make more room for you. "Just teasing you some," you replied quietly, moving to settle more between his legs. He let out a quiet grumble as your fingers casually reached into the fabric to stroke his length. You looked up at him curiously and grinned, listening to him as he tried to keep his voice steady as he replied to a question on the headset. Gentle fingers stroked over him slowly, curling about his length to coax it into life. Her thumb played at the tip, slowly rolling over the slit to tease him just a bit. A gasp sounded from him, and his flesh lengthened steadily. You leaned forward, a triumphant smile on your lips, and hooked your fingers into the waistband of his pyjamas. Son let out a little grumble as he moved, lifting enough to let you pull the garment down his thighs—to tumble around his feet. Soft fingers stroked over his right thigh, wandering from knee to hip as her right hand encircled the base of his length. Slowly, you ran your tongue over the tip, a gentle hum escaping as you took in his flavour. Son's breath came in a little faster as you drew the fleshy tip of his length into your mouth, your cheeks heaving in as you gently suckled on it. The slickness from your mouth made the glide of your wet fingers easy over his veined shaft, and soon you had him exactly how you wanted him: throbbing and wanting.

You let out a pleased moan as you nuzzled against your boyfriend's thigh, letting your lips and teeth graze lightly over the delicate skin not far from his sac. Your right hand continued to slowly stroke over him, your fingers teasingly stroking over his tip as your left hand moved to play over his balls. Son struggled to focus on the game. It was difficult for him to keep his hands on the controller and not work his fingers into your hair, pulling you against him as he desired. For the time being, he was at her mercy. Your tongue pressed to the underside of his length, slowly travelling up it. Occasionally, you would glance at the TV screen to see exactly what was happening in the game. As your tongue reached the tip of his length, you turned your head and let it slowly trail down the other side. Your gentle breath caressed his skin, cooling the moisture left behind as you moved. The light touch of your fingers never left him. Sometimes they would dabble over the tip of his length. Other times they would stroke over the inside of his thigh, letting your nails gently scratch over his skin—only to turn soft and gentle again as they toyed over his sack. Son's breath grew quicker, his dark eyes moving from the screen to you as you teased him. Your mouth never left his shaft, trading between soft, gentle licks against the veined skin and butterfly-light kisses over the moist paths. You teased him, hinting at taking him into your mouth but never quite getting there. Your lips would purse at his tip, taking just half of it in. The heat of your tongue would grind at his slit, your voice sending gentle vibrations against him as you moaned teasingly. He was shaking, and occasionally the wrong controls were being hit. His brows furrowed as he focused. Still, he didn't stop you. As he opened his mouth to say something, your lips enveloped him again, and this time you took nearly half his length into your mouth. All he could manage was a soft moan of your name, his head tilting back in pleasure for a moment. The tip of your tongue pressed against the back of his mouth as you lifted your tongue. The fingers wrapped around his shaft teasingly stroked from the base to where your lips were, slowly working him into your mouth. Son's resolve broke, his left hand moving from the controller to work into your silky hair as you pulled back on him. He wasn't forceful, just encouraging as he nudged you down, and you began to lower yourself again. His eyes remained focused on the screen, but he could hear your soft moans of pleasure and feel your arousal as your slickness dampened your panties and pyjamas. You pulled back to his tip, letting your tongue play at it as your fingers increased their pace teasingly.

"SONNY! It's you, man!" someone yelled over the headset, and he let out a quiet groan before hitting the push-to-talk key. "Sorry guys." He said this as his hands returned to the controller.

As you stroked him, you used your thumb to massage the underside of his length. You could hear his friends' excited voices through his headset. Son moved. His fingers entwined with your hair as he gently lifted you. You got up with his lips touching yours as he leaned down. Your lips remained pressed together, and Son took off his headset. His warm breath caressed your face as he pulled away, but the feeling of his lips still lingered. "We have to be quick. "Everyone's taking a 15-minute break."

You replied by running your fingers along his sides. He cupped your face in his hands and looked into your eyes. "Tease." He spoke softly, biting your lower lip before pulling away from you just slightly. Your arms were braced against his desk as he turned you with guiding hands. "Tell me you want me." He ordered softly, the slight authority in his voice sending a chill down your spine. "I want you," you moaned, your long hair fanning out against the desk as she bowed her head. "So very, very badly." As you looked over your shoulder at him, you muttered. Your whisper soon turned into a loud moan as he drove into you, his thick length spreading your tight walls. The game now long forgotten.

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pitchsidestories · 8 months ago

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cheerleader II Grace Clinton x Reader

masterlist I word count: 1882

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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arenaofimagination · 7 months ago

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Son Heung-min: Candlelit Dinner

S/N POV

The soft glow of candlelight illuminated the cozy corner of the quaint London restaurant where Heung-min and I found ourselves seated. The ambiance was perfect for an intimate evening, and the aroma of delicious dishes wafted through the air. Heung-min, with his warm smile, looked at me, and I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in my chest.

As we perused the menu, our eyes met, and a shared understanding passed between us. This wasn't just any dinner; it was a celebration of our connection and a moment to delve into each other's dreams and aspirations. The low hum of conversation and gentle clinking of cutlery created a soothing soundtrack to our evening.

We began with a light chatter about our day, the city, and the charming ambiance of the restaurant. Heung-min's eyes sparkled with genuine interest as I spoke, and I found myself drawn to the way his laughter resonated in the cozy space. The initial nervousness I felt melted away, replaced by a warmth that hinted at the promise of a beautiful night ahead.

As the first course arrived, Heung-min steered the conversation towards our dreams and aspirations. There was a sincerity in the way he asked, a genuine curiosity that made me feel truly seen. I took a moment to savor the fragrant aroma of the dish before delving into my thoughts.

"I've always dreamt of creating something meaningful, something that leaves a positive impact on people's lives," I confessed, swirling the wine in my glass. "Whether it's through art, writing, or any form of expression, I want to contribute to the world in a way that resonates with others."

Heung-min nodded; his expression thoughtful. "That's beautiful. What inspires you the most in your creative pursuits?"

The question sparked a lively exchange about inspiration, creativity, and the little moments that fueled our passions. As the conversation deepened, so did the connection between us. Heung-min shared his own dreams, painting a vivid picture of his desire to leave a lasting legacy in football, both on and off the field.

"I want to be remembered not just as a skilled player, but as someone who made a positive impact on the lives of those around me," he explained, his eyes reflecting a determination that resonated with the fiery passion of his career.

The waiter cleared the plates, and the flickering candles cast dancing shadows across our faces. The intimacy of the moment was palpable, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to share such a personal exchange. The night held the promise of a deeper connection, and the genuine exchange of dreams and aspirations had laid the foundation for something special.

As the main course arrived, our conversation shifted towards our journeys, the paths that had led us to this very moment. Heung-min shared anecdotes from his childhood in South Korea, the challenges he faced, and the unwavering support of his family. In turn, I spoke about the winding roads of self-discovery, the highs and lows that had shaped my perspective on life.

Our stories intertwined like the delicate flavors on our plates, creating a tapestry of shared experiences. The realization that our dreams were not solitary endeavors but threads that could be woven together brought a new level of connection. The authenticity of our exchange became the glue that bound us in that intimate London setting.

Dessert arrived, a sweet conclusion to an evening filled with laughter, dreams, and shared aspirations. Heung-min reached across the table to gently hold my hand, a silent acknowledgment of the newfound connection that had blossomed between us. The soft glow of the candles reflected in his eyes, creating a moment suspended in time.

As we savored the last bites of dessert, I couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the night. In the heart of London, amidst the bustling city, two souls had discovered a connection that transcended the ordinary. The restaurant, with its candlelit ambiance and delicious cuisine, had become the backdrop for a chapter that would forever be etched in our memories.

As the evening drew to a close, we left the restaurant hand in hand, stepping out into the cool London night. The city lights shimmered around us, a reflection of the newfound warmth within. With dreams shared and aspirations laid bare, Heung-min and I walked into the future, our hearts alight with the promise of a journey embarked upon together.

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alotofpockets · 8 months ago

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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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glossyblue · 7 months ago

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BUY YOU A FLOWER SHOP

glossyblue: hi, I hope you are well, this time I came with Son Heung Min, enjoy it:) 🩵 *english is not my first language* Summary: When you thought your husband had forgotten about you and wasn't going to wish you a happy International Women's Day. pairing: son heung min × y/n

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From this morning, you were busy responding to the Women's Day congratulations messages. It was International Women's Day and everywhere was filled with various posts and congratulations. You were sure that Sonny had also understood this matter, but you knew your husband well; he wasn't very into these things and didn't show much reaction. Even on Valentine's Day, he just said congratulations and tried to make time for you in his busy schedule. The only time he planned and bought a gift was on your birthday, but you didn't know what his reaction would be on the first year of your married life on Women's Day! You had seen several posts from his teammates in Tottenham who had bought gifts for their wives and girlfriends and congratulated them, but there was no news from Sonny... You looked at the screen of your phone with the name "Sonny" on it and answered, "Yes, Sonny?" In a calm voice, he said, "Where are you?" "At home." "good, I wanted to say that I'll be late tonight after training, I have to go to my friend's house. Don't wait for me and eat your dinner." "Okay, take care of yourself." "bye, love."

You felt a little upset, but you thought that continuing like this wouldn't change anything. So, you decided not to ruin the rest of your day and have a good time. Because you had been such a strong woman during this time, you decided to celebrate.You put on the new clothes you had just bought and took good care of yourself. You decided to spend your time in the streets and cafes of London. You went to a cafe that you really liked and ordered a piece of chocolate cake and your favorite coffee. You enjoyed the orders and the view in front of you and had a small celebration.

Then you went to the shops and did some shopping for things you needed, including delicious and cute snacks! You entertained yourself and also bought the necessary ingredients for cooking a delicious dinner. Then you went back home to prepare dinner as quickly as possible.

While cooking, you heard a noise of door. you wasn't sure who it could be; it definitely wasn't Sonny. So, who had come to visit you? You went to the door and opened it, seeing Maria's face made you hug her out of happiness. You said, "Where have you been? I missed you, your trip took so long." Maria laughed and said, "First let me come inside." You let her into the house and sit on the couch. "My trip took a while but it was good, I just arrived yesterday. I was so tired, slept all day, but I couldn't bear it anymore, so I thought I should go see my friend now." "You did a good thing." You were so happy to see your friend after 3 months that you forgot to take the bouquet of flowers from her hand. You asked, "Is this for me?" "Of course, you know today is Women's Day, right?" "Yeah, happy Women's Day and thank you for the flowers." You took the flowers in your hand, smelled them, and started posing with them as if a camera was on you.

You looked at her with the sound of Maria's phone camera, and said to her in surprise, "Did you take a picture?" "Yes, you look very nice. " You went closer to her and said, "Let me see." She said, "You'll see it later, tell me what are you doing now?" "I'm cooking." Maria looked around and said, "So where is Sonny?" You took a deep breath and said, "at friend's house, he has some work, you know when he has a match tomorrow, he spends a lot of time with his teammates and talks." Maria shook her head and said, "So he's coming late tonight? And you're alone?" You didn't say anything and hugged Maria tightly. You spent the rest of the night eating dinner, washing dishes, and talking until Maria went home and said goodbye.

You were so tired and yet couldn't sleep. It meant that you wanted to sleep and were tired, but you waited for Sonny. So, you decided to sit on your bed and entertain yourself with your phone until your husband came. You opened your Instagram and were confronted with a post that made your heart beat faster. Was it Sonny? Your husband? Had he posted about you? The same picture that Maria took of you? Son Heung Min didn't show his wife's face much, but now what happened? You had a lot of questions, but at the same time, you wanted to bang your head against the wall out of extreme happiness.

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tagged 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 liked by 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲, 𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗻 and 567,789 others. 𝗵𝗺_𝘀𝗼𝗻7 I may not tell you everday that you mean the world to me but you do. The day you stepped into my life you changed it into sth beautiful and meaningful. I want to see you win and happy, i want to help you and see you succed. I'm your biggest fan and i'll be with you every single step of the way. Love you❤️🌸

You were so happy! With sparkling eyes of excitement, you called your husband he said, "My beautiful wife, did you like your flowers?" You laughed and wholeheartedly replied, "Very much, why didn't you tell me?" "I couldn't come, but when I found out Maria had returned, I decided to ask her for help so that at least the flowers I got for you would reach you." You laughed and said, "Thank you, they are very beautiful." Your laughter energized him and he said, "If you're going to be this happy, with a bunch of flowers from now on, I'll buy you a flower shop."

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