#tottenham fanfic

[plumppies]

Not So Unrequited Afterall

 Son Heungmin

Requested by the sweet @dreamsinarcadia 🖤

Word count: 834

Prompt: Would you be interested in writing a fluff/humour piece featuring Son Heung-min being an absolute loser in love with a childhood friend? Like this man is constantly dropping hints that he’s very much interested in her, but it’s like water on oil to her (she’s just genuinely clueless about his advances). Ending is open to your liking!

Drea’s note: Feel free to send in more requests. I hope you enjoy!

Heungmin tried everything to get your attention; flowers, chocolates and even inviting you to his games but nothing seemed to work. Did you not like him? Was he not your type? Or did you just not want to validate his feelings? All these questions flood his mind as his cleats touch the plush green grass of the training ground that Monday morning. He tried all weekend to tell you how he felt but the perfect time never seemed to arise. Maybe he should just give up. Maybe it's not meant to be.

“You good, Sonny?” Dejan asked as they did their first set of warmups.

“Perfect.” Son replies, pulling a forced smile as he rocks back and forth in a lunge.

Dejan can see through it though. He playfully nudges Son’s shoulders and laughs as Son loses balance for a few seconds “Cmon, what’s up? Trouble with y/n?” Son turns, a surprised expression paints his face as he realises that his missed attempts to get with you is a known ordeal.

“How did you know?” He asks, switching his left leg for his right to stretch it.

“Everybody knows,” Dejan chuckles and Heungmin frowns. “Hey don’t be mad at me! She basically told us about the stunts you were pulling, though I doubt she realises that you did all of that because you like her.

“She doesn’t?” Heung Min stands up straight now, his eyebrows are furrowed as he puts both hands on his hips.

“Have you even told her directly?” Dejan asks and Son shakes his head. “Dude, you’ve got to tell her or she’ll never know,” he laughs before running off to start his first lap around the pitch.

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Heung Min was the first one out of the showers and locker room after the training session. He was determined to tell you exactly how he felt; hopefully you would feel the same way.

He basically ran to his car as he opened his phone to message you.

Son: Hey! Are you free right now?

You reply faster than he thought you would which makes his heart skip a beat.

You: Hey Minnie :) yeah I am. Why?

Son: I want to pass by you right now. Are you home?

You: Oh really? I’m at work right now but you can come by. On a lunch break.

Son doesn’t even reply to your last message. He starts his car, backs out of the parking lot and drives straight to you.

His heart’s pumping, hands are basically shaking as he slows down into your work’s parking lot. He can see you sitting alone by a small coffee table munching on a sandwich with a fruit juice on the side. He hoped he wouldn’t catch sight of you so fast so that he could calm down a bit but you looked up from your phone and spotted him.

A smile creeped up your face as you walked to his new black car. You noticed his slight frown as you hopped into the car.

“You wanted to see me?” You ask. He always loved how you got straight to the point with things - skipping the awkward ‘hi, how are you’ but this time he didn't, he needed more time to get his thoughts together.

“Yeah I did umm..” he rubs his thighs nervously, looking away from you to catch his breath. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he should just keep his feelings to himself.

“Come on! Don’t be all shy with me!” You shake his shoulder playfully and laugh. “What’s up?”

Son turns abruptly and takes a sharp breath: “How do you feel about me, y/n?”

You look at him a little confused. “What do you mean?” This is a genuine question but he doesn’t take it lightly

“Your feelings for me, I mean. How are they?” He asks quietly.

“You’re my friend so I care about you a lot.” You’re confused, you tilt your head with a slightly raised brow.

“Do you think that’s all I’ll ever be?” He looks at you now.

“Minnie wha do you mean?”

“I mean, The flowers, the…the hanging out and the gifts, is a friend all I’ll ever be to you?”

His eyes are directly on you now, face straight but clearly full of so much emotion.’This was a bad idea’ he thinks ‘I shouldn’t have done this’. He runs a hand through his soft dark hair before you speak.

“Heung MIn, do you like me? As more than a friend?” You feel your face heat up at the thought of him liking you.

“Yes.” That’s all he says. His chest tightens up as he looks at you and rubs his thighs nervously again.

“Oh…” You turn to look out the car window.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said-” His words are cut as you begin to speak.

“I like you too, Heung Min…” You look at him with a small smile before placing a hand on his thigh. He looks relieved now, back to his normal self.

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

[trulyhblue]

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 🤢

^ yourusername — you love it 😙

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

alessia — 😍

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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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[pitchsidestories]

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.

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a table for three? ; davies x rodon x johnson ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹

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ᝰ summary ; brennan's confidence hits a new low as he questions his place for club and country and whether he'll ever fit in between ben and joe

ᝰ status ; complete

ᝰ ship ; davies x rodon x johnson

ᝰ characters ; ben davies, joe rodon, brennan johnson

ᝰ word count ; 9.1k

ᝰ setting ; 2019-2024

ᝰ genre ; hurt/comfort, getting together, non-linear

ᝰ warning ; implied sexual content, mild sexual content, self-esteem issues

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Grace Clinton x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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y/n_y/l/n you’ve got such a big ego 😒

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↳ y/n_y/l/n no, i don’t.

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

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

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

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↳ charli_grant … wasn’t talking about grace

celinbizet she’s stolen my bestie

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↳ celinbizet fuck you grace clinton

bethanyengland4 all thanks to me, yet again

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

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

[skipper1331]

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"

[daniswoso]

You like me?

Grace Clinton x Reader

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

Warnings: some swearing, not much else.

*********

“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.

*******

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

[httpsdana]

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

Sweet Like Strawberry~Lucas Bergvall

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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.

[moonlbabe2]

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[dreamonseems]

Hiiii, I love your writing, it's so cuteee.

Would you mind writing something with Erling where reader is one of the other Mancity players' sister or a rival team player's sister please??

With potential fights between this bunch of idiotic dudes 🫣

Whether you want to make it smutty or not, as you wish <3

Venha Aqui (Come Here)

Erling Haaland X Female Reader

Richarlison X Sister Reader

Summary: Your Richarlison sister and you came to England to study. you fall in love with Erling, and your brother isn't too happy about it.

If this is bad, I'm sorry 🙈 I think I over thought it too much, lol

Ok, I love Richarlison, but I feel like he's in a team that doesn't appreciate what he can as a player. So I hope he leaves Tottenham and finds clubs that give him time.

Ok, so like I loved this request. I'm Brazilian, so I chose one of my favorite players, Richalison. Also, because I don't know what race people who are reading this are and Brazil is such a diverse country with so many different mixes/races of people, I thought this would be the best option but you can imagineyourselfbeing the half sister. For example, my siblings and I are mixed with black, white, and native but we all came out looking different. My brother and I both looks black, and my sister came out fully white with green eyes. She doesn't even look like she has a touch of black in her. I just wanted everyone to feel included. So anyways, there is my little history lesson, lol

Yes, it's been a few weeks since Y/N arrived in England and she's settled in quite nicely. She's loving all her classes, soaking up new knowledge and enjoying the experience of learning in a different country. And, to top it all off, she's made some new friends who have welcomed her with open arms.

But the best part? Y/N gets to live with her older brother, who she missed terribly. It's been a while since they've been able to spend time together, and now they're able to catch up on lost time. It's a relief to have him nearby, especially in a foreign country where everything is still unfamiliar.

But, as with anything in life, there are downsides. Y/N's brother can be overprotective at times, particularly when it comes to boys. It's a little frustrating, but deep down she knows that he only has her best interests at heart. After all, he's always been there for her, even when they were kids. He's always looked out for her and taken care of her, so it's no surprise that he's still doing it now.

Despite the occasional annoyances, Y/N wouldn't have it any other way. She knows that she's lucky to have a brother who cares so much about her, and she's grateful for his support. Living with him has made her feel safer, happier, and more at home.

Today was the day that Y/N had been eagerly anticipating for weeks. She was finally going to watch her beloved brother, Richarlison, play in a football match against Manchester City. The excitement coursing through her veins was palpable, as she was looking forward to witnessing firsthand the immense talent that her brother possessed.

This was the first time that Y/N would be watching her brother play in England, and she was beyond excited to see him in action. She had heard so much about the electric atmosphere of English football matches, and she couldn't wait to experience it for herself.

Not only would Y/N be able to watch Richarlison play, but she was also excited to meet his team members. The thought of spending time with her brother and his colleagues was thrilling, and she couldn't wait to get to know them all better.

Above all, Y/N was excited to spend a fun-filled night partying it up with her favorite person in the world - her brother. Richarlison had promised her that he would win this match and take her out to enjoy the city after the game. The thought of having an amazing time exploring the city with her brother made her heart race with excitement.

Y/N took her seat, her heart racing, as she eagerly waited for the game to start. As the players began to come out onto the field, she couldn't help but be transfixed by the towering figure of one particular player. It was Erling Haaland, and he stood head and shoulders above everyone else on the field, even towering over her own brother, Richarlison, who was no small man at 6'0.

Although she had heard people talking about Haaland's skills on the field, Y/N had never really paid much attention. She was a loyal fan of her brother, and in her eyes, he was the best footballer out there. But as she watched Haaland move across the field, there was no denying the incredible athleticism and power he possessed.

And it wasn't just his skills on the field that caught Y/N's attention. There was something undeniably attractive about the Norwegian footballer that she just couldn't take her eyes off of. It was as if he had a magnetism about him, drawing her in and captivating her with every move he made.

Despite her loyalty to her brother, Y/N found herself unable to look away from Haaland. She was mesmerized by his talent, his power, and his undeniable allure. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be in the presence of such a force, to feel his energy and his strength up close.

Y/N knew that she would always be a fan of Richarlison, but in that moment, she couldn't deny the power of Haaland's presence. He had captured her attention and held it tightly, leaving her breathless with admiration.

As the game developed, the tension on the field was palpable. Y/N's heart raced with anticipation as she watched the players battle it out, each team fighting fiercely for victory. And then, like a burst of lightning on a stormy night, Richarlison soared through the air and scored a beautiful header goal, giving Tottenham their second goal of the night. The stadium erupted in cheers, the crowd on its feet, as they celebrated his skill and talent.

But Tottenham's celebration was short-lived. As if from out of nowhere, Haaland came charging onto the field, a force to be reckoned with. He scored his second goal of the night for Manchester City, tying up the game and leaving Tottenham reeling from the blow.

Y/N's heart sank as she watched Manchester City's players celebrate, their joy and energy a stark contrast to the disappointment and frustration that permeated the Tottenham team. But just when it seemed like all hope was lost, Richarlison rose to the challenge once again.

With the clock ticking down, and the first half drawing to a close, Richarlison seized the moment and scored another goal, giving Tottenham the lead once again. The stadium roared with excitement, the crowd on their feet, as they cheered on their team.

As the players headed off the field for halftime, Y/N was looking forward to what was to come in the second half.

As the second half began, Y/N braced herself for the action. She knew that Manchester City was a fierce opponent and that they were not going to go down without a fight. But what she witnessed on the field was beyond anything she could have imagined.

Within minutes of the second half starting, Manchester City had scored yet another goal. Haaland, with his incredible speed and skill, had scored yet another goal, securing a hat-trick for the night. The temperature on the field was rising, the players becoming more and more aggressive with each other.

Suddenly, it all erupted into chaos. Richarlison and Haaland became entangled with one another, their tempers flaring and their fists flying. The other players quickly joined in, yelling and screaming at each other, until the referee finally managed to restore order.

Despite the chaos and the aggression, Tottenham refused to back down. With each passing minute, they fought harder and harder, their determination to win stronger than ever before. And then, finally, the moment they had been waiting for arrived.

With just a few minutes left in the game, Tottenham scored yet another goal, tying up the game once again.

But Tottenham was not content with a tie. With everything on the line, they pushed harder and harder, until finally, with just minutes left on the clock, Son scored one more goal, sealing Tottenham as the winners of today's match.

Y/N could hardly believe what she had witnessed. It had been a rollercoaster of a game, filled with drama, excitement, and raw emotion. But in the end, it was Tottenham who emerged victorious, their skill and determination shining through in every moment of the game. And as Y/N watched her brother celebrate with his teammates, she felt a rush of pride and joy, knowing that she was witnessing the birth of a legend.

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After the game, as promised, Richarlison took Y/N out to celebrate. They decided to join some of the players at a nearby club to continue the festivities. Y/N was having the time of her life, dancing and laughing with her brother and his teammates. The energy in the room was electric, with everyone still buzzing from the drama of the game.

As Y/N made her way to the bar to get another drink, she suddenly stumbled over someone's feet, her clumsy nature getting the best of her once again. Just as she was about to hit the floor, someone caught her, saving her from an embarrassing fall. As she looked up, she found herself face to face with the one and only Erling Haaland.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she gazed into his piercing blue eyes. He was even more attractive up close, with his chiseled features and athletic build. She tried to compose herself, but found it difficult to speak in his presence.

Haaland, on the other hand, was surprisingly friendly and charming. He asked her if she was okay and even joked about her being clumsy, making her feel at ease.

"Here, let me buy you a drink," Erling said with a smirk, gesturing towards the bar. Y/N was momentarily taken aback, but she accepted his offer and followed him to the bar. The bartender placed their drinks in front of them, and Erling turned to Y/N.

"I'm Erling Haaland, and you are?" he asked, extending his hand.

"I know who you are. I'm Y/N," she replied, taking a sip of her drink. They continued to chat and laugh, enjoying each other's company.

"You lost the game today," Y/N remarked casually, taking another sip of her drink. Erling choked on his drink, surprised by her straightforwardness.

"Wow, you're straight forward. Yeah, we lost today, but I still got three goals. I can still celebrate that, can't I?" he said, smiling. Y/N giggled and nodded, agreeing with him.

"You have a beautiful smile," Erling said. But just as their conversation was heating up, Y/N's brother appeared, and everything came to a screeching halt. His voice boomed through the club as he called out her name, causing Erling and Y/N to stop and stare.

"You two know each other?" Erling asked, confusion etched on his face.

"H-he's my brother," Y/N stammered, feeling embarrassed and uncomfortable. Richarlison's face was twisted in anger as he spoke again, this time in Portuguese.

"Venha aqui(come here)," he commanded, beckoning Y/N to come with him. She sighed, knowing she had to obey, and said goodbye to Erling before leaving with her overprotective brother.

As they drove home, the tension in the car grew by the minute. Y/N could sense her brother's frustration and anger radiating off of him like heat waves. "I don't want you anywhere near that guy," Richarlison growled, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel tightly.

Y/N was taken aback by her brother's sudden outburst. "What's your issue?" she asked, bewildered. "Is it because you guys got into a fight on the field?"

Richarlison's eyes flicked to her briefly before returning to the road ahead. "It's not just that," he said gruffly. "Haaland is trouble, Y/N. He's not good for you."

"But he seemed nice enough," Y/N protested. "And we only talked for a little while."

"That's not the point," Richarlison snapped. "I don't want you getting involved with him or any other footballers, for that matter. They're all just distractions."

Y/N sighed and leaned her head back against the headrest. She knew her brother meant well, but she couldn't help feeling frustrated by his overprotectiveness. "I can take care of myself, you know," she muttered.

Y/N couldn't believe what she was hearing. She knew her brother was overprotective, but this was too much. "You can't control my life, Richarlison. I'm an adult, and I can make my own decisions."

"Of course, I can't control your life," he said, calming down a bit. "But I can advise you as your older brother. And I'm advising you to stay away from him."

She signs."In other words, you're actually saying yes Y/N you will obey me. Because I'm your older brother and you live with me. so my rules go, I know how you work, Richarlison, " she said, annoyed, imatating his voice.

Richarlison didn't reply, his jaw clenched tightly as he navigated the dark, winding roads that led back to their flat. Y/N knew she wouldn't be able to change his mind about Haaland, but she couldn't help feeling a twinge of curiosity about the handsome footballer. Maybe she would run into him again someday, she thought wistfully.

As they arrived home, Y/N stormed off, slamming the door behind her. She knew she might be acting childish. But she didn't care. She couldn't help but still feel frustrated from the argument with her Richarlison.

As she changed into her pajamas. She couldn't believe Richarlison was being so overprotective over her, and she didn't think it was fair that he was trying to control who she talked to. As she got into bed, her phone buzzed with a notification from Instagram.

She saw that Erling Haaland had followed her. He also sent her a message asking her out on a date. Her heart skipped a beat as she read the message, feeling a mix of joy and nervousness. She quickly replied, thanking him for the offer and saying she would love to go out with him sometime.

Despite her brother's disapproval, Y/N couldn't help but feel drawn to Erling. She knew she would have to be careful not to upset Richarlison, but she couldn't ignore the fluttering in her stomach at the thought of going out with the talented footballer. She drifted off to sleep with thoughts of Erling Haaland swirling in her mind.

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Y/N's date with Erling Haaland had been incredible. He was everything she had ever wanted in a man - charming, funny, caring, and hardworking. He was a total gentleman and made her feel like she was the only woman in the world. As they went on more dates, Y/N started to realize that she was falling for him, and two months later, they were practically dating.

But there was a big problem - Y/N had been keeping her relationship with Erling a secret from Richarlison. She was scared of what he might do when he found out, and the thought of him finding out made her anxious.

Y/N knew that Richarlison had a strong disliking towards her dating Erling or any other footballers, and he had made it clear that he didn't want her to get involved with them. But she couldn't help the way she felt, and she didn't want to lose the person who had brought her so much happiness.

As she lay in bed that night cuddled up to Erling, she couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt and anxiety. She knew she had to tell Richarlison eventually, but the thought of how he might react kept her up at night. Y/N didn't want to lose her brother's trust and respect, but she also didn't want to give up the person who made her feel so happy and fulfilled.

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Y/N couldn't believe what had just happened. This was definitely not how she had wanted her brother, Richarlison, to find out. She had thought she had the house all to herself, with Richarlison supposedly at a friend's birthday party until tomorrow. It was perfect timing, as Erling was free to come over. One thing had led to another, and their evening activities had ended up in her bedroom.

"Fuck, you drive me crazy," Erling grunted as he slipped his shirt off. Y/N pulled him towards her, and their lips met in a passionate embrace. Victoria tasted the sweetness of the wine he had been drinking as Erling's tongue explored her mouth. Their hands were everywhere, wandering around each other's bodies. Erling's hand found her bra strap, and as he was about to remove it, the door suddenly opened, and there stood Richarlison.

As Richarlison saw what was happening, he quickly closed the door. Y/N and Erling were startled, and the moment the door opened, Erling went straight to cover both of them. "Fuck," Y/N exclaimed, scared for what was about to happen. Outside the room, Richarlison was banging on the door, demanding them to get dressed and get out right away.

Y/N's heart was racing with fear and embarrassment as she quickly scrambled to get dressed, with Erling by her side. She opened the door. "What are you doing here?" she asked him, puzzled.

"What am I doing here? It's my home!" Richarlison yelled at her, his voice filled with anger and frustration.

Erling stepped in, straightening himself and displaying his full height. "Hey, calm down," he said to Richarlison. "You stay out of it," Richarlison responded, turning his attention back to Y/N.

"I forgot the gift for the party so I came back to get it, and I came to ask you again if you were sure you didn't want to come with me to the party. But to my surprise, you were having your own party!" Richarlison yelled at Y/N, clearly upset.

Erling pulled Y/N behind him and stepped close to Richarlison. "If we are going to have this conversation, don't yell at her," Eriling yelled back at Richarlison.

"She's my sister! We yell at each other all the time. Who are you to tell me what to do?" Richarlison responded, his voice still raised.

"I'm just saying this isn't Y/N's fault. It's yours. She would have told you we were dating, but she was too afraid of what your reaction would be," Eriling said.

"Dating! My fault! It's your fault!" Richarlison shouted, pushing Eriling.

"Yes, it's your fault," Eriling said, pushing him back.

"You want to fight? Fine!" Richarlison said, grabbing a handful of Eriling's shirt.

"Why not?" Eriling said, pushing Richarlison again.

Y/N screamed at them to stop. Both men turned to look at her and saw tears streaming down her face. "Just stop both of you! I'm sick and tired of this who-has-the-bigger-dick competition!" she shouted at them, her voice shaking with anger and frustration.

Both men reacted at the same time, stepping in to comfort her. "Y/N," Richarlison said, calling her by her name. "Baby," Eriling said, using a term of endearment.

Y/N stepped back from both men, turning to face Richarlison. "Just stop, Richarlison! I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I knew you would act like this. And I don't understand why, when I'm an adult, I can do what I want. Erling is good to me. If you love me and respect me as your sister, you will try to get to know Erling, or at least tolerate him for me," she said firmly.

She then turned to Erling and said, "Erling, I'm completely falling for you. If you truly like me, you'll do the same. You both need to put your differences aside if you love me because I am not choosing one over the other."

With that, Y/N walked away, leaving both men standing there, completely baffled by what had just happened.

Richarlison and Erling stood there in silence for a few moments, processing what had just happened. Eventually, Erling spoke up.

"I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean to cause trouble between you and your sister. I really care about her."

Richarlison let out a deep sigh. "I know, and I'm sorry too. I just... I don't want my sister to get hurt, you know?"

Erling nodded. "I understand. But you have to trust her to make her own decisions and trust that she knows what's best for her. And I can definitely assure you that I'm very serious about her this is not a game for me."

Richarlison thought for a moment. "You're right. I guess I just need to get to know you better and give you a chance. I trust my sister, and if she sees something in you, then she must be right."

Erling smiled. "I'd like that."

Richarlison gets serious again and says, "But if you hurt her, we'll be having a different conversation!"

Erling shakes his head. "I understand." He says.

They shake hands, and Y/N cames back into the room. "So, are we good?" she asked, looking at both of them.

Richarlison nodded. "Yeah, we're good. I'll try to be more understanding."

Y/N smiled. "Thank you. And Erling, are you okay?"

Erling nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just want to make things right between us."

Y/N smiled at him. "I know you will. I trust you." Y/N gave them both a hug.

She felt relieved that things were starting to work out. She knew it wouldn't be easy, but she was willing to work at it if it meant she could be with the person she loved.

As they all settled down on the couch, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for the two men in her life. They were both flawed, but they were also both willing to put their differences aside for her. And in that moment, that was all that mattered.

[nightscat]

Summary: your husband is playing in the world cup so you couldn't miss his game <33

You were so happy that richarlison got to play with brazils national football team, it was his first time playing there so you encouraged him as much as you could.

Unfortunately you didn't get to attend his first games because of work, you couldn't just leave work because you were an important person there, and they always needed you, richarlison was comprehensive but felt bad nonetheless, he begged you to go with him but he knew that you couldn't.

You watched every game of his on TV from work, and you showed him off to your friends and the people who work with you because you couldn't help it, especially when he dedicated his goals to you while making your initial with his hands and a heart.

Richarlison on the other hand couldn't stop thinking about you, he always hoped you were watching and supporting him, and he dedicated every goal to you, even his teammates got tired because of how much he talked about you , all his teammates knew you, and had previously met you , they loved you and thought you were the perfect match for richarlison.

The day before the game between Brazil and Siberia, richarlison texted you but you didn't answer, he first thought that you were too busy at work so he brushed it off, but when he called you and texted multiple times and you still didn't answer he got worried, like really worried.

He started pacing around the room , "what's wrong with you dude" vini asked , "she hasn't texted or called yet, I'm starting to worry" he replied honestly, "when did you last text her?" Paquéta asked , "like 4 or 5 hours ago" "she might be busy, or hanging out with her friends" neymar said, "no I don't think so, even when she's very busy she finds time to call or even text, she never didn't have time to answer my text ".

The guys managed to convince him that you were okay and that he doesn't need to let it get into his head because they have an important match tomorrow, but rich couldn't let it go he just prayed to God that you were okay and safe.

On the day of the match they were warming up , and on their break they were talking and laughing to lighten the mood up.

Before the game by like 20 minutes rich and ney were talking when someone tapped richarlison's shoulder "sorry to bother you but I'm such a big fan and I wanted an autograph", it was a girl's voice, he then noticed vini and paquéta smiling while neymar started chuckling a little bit.

"Yes of cour- " that's when he turned around and saw you, you were wearing his jersey with the biggest smile on your face, "SUPRI-" before you could finish your sentence you felt yourself swinging in the air.

"Rich put me down!" you were laughing so hard that your stomach hurt, he put you down and rested his forehead against yours "I was so worried about you meu amor" he managed to say, "sorry love I couldn't answer because I was on the plane" you giggled , he then smashed his lips against yours, you felt like you were on cloud nine, "don't ever do that to me again" he whispered against your lips, "I won't I promise, but aren't you happy that I came?" You said teasingly, "oh you don't know how happy I am anjo".

After you both had your cute moment it was time for the game to start and you were cheering richarlison as hard as you could, and when he scored the scissor kick you yelled on the top of your lungs, and he of course dedicated that goal to you while making a heart and blowing you a kiss.

After the game, you couldn't stop kissing rich because of how happy and proud you were, you of course congratulated the whole team, that's when neymar nudged richarlison "Hey don't thank me it's because of this pombo that we managed to win" he said with a smile on his face.

After that day you promised yourself that you'll attend all of richarlisons games just to see his smile while seeing you there.

Writers note: AAAA I hope this is what you wanted 😭🙏🏼 and I hope you like it, love you sm lovelies ���

[traumendwoso]

Some Hayley raso requests pretty please 🥺

I have a few fics in the making :)

[brennanslvr]

brennan johnson & his dog

[pitchsidestories]

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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WEEKLY TRANSFER UPDATE WEEK 2 ⚽⚽🚨

Spurs had signed Timo Werner from RB Leipzig for the remainder of the season.

Spurs are really close to sign Radu Drâgusin from Genoa but there few clubs were interesting to sign like Napoli and Bayern but it is up to him to decide on his future. 24hrs later that he decided to go to Spurs over Bayern so rebuild of the centre back has completed and as of now... Tottenham sign him as of today.

Bayern Munich are targeting Eric Dier is their back up plan and as of today he is in Munich undergoing a Medical in a cost of 3.1 million euros for the feed after the medical he signed an loan contract and now a Bayern player.

Eintracht Frankfurt have signed the loan deal for Wolves forward Sasa Kalajdzic until the end of the season

Ian Masten is now currently in Dortmund for a loan until rest of the season

Hull signed an attacking midfielder Fabio Carvalho on loan until the rest of the season.

Update on Jadon Sancho on loan move has been expected to be finalised needs to be done 24-48 hr as of today he is now home and he is now a Dortmund player.

Jordan Henderson is not happy in Saudi but few clubs in the Premier League, Celtic, PSG or Ajax are interested in Hendo.

Transfer Rumor that Dominic Slokane from Bournemouth was link to Newcastle but not confirmed yet but yet to decide.

Djed Spence is now officially a Genoa player on loan until the rest of the season.

And there you go lads I hope you like this weekly transfer round up next week I will pick a few points on the next week agenda. 🙂

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[she-lives-in-her-dreams]

Valentine’s Don’t (Part 1)

Synopsis: Richarlison is in a developing relationship when he forgets a very important day for romance.  

Disclaimer: This is fiction. 

HeungMin Son- Son, Sonny, HeungMin

Richarlison --Richy, Pombo

Richarlison is panicked. He is more panicked than the time he thought Neymar and Vinicus heard him touching himself in the Brazil National Team showers–at least then he had an excuse because he had seen them all leave the locker room.  No, this time there is no excuse and he is a billion percent sure that Y/N wouldn’t accept any even if he had one. 

In his VERY new relationship, he had already fucked up. Richarlison cursed himself aloud. 

“You had three fucking couple days to remember– Y/N’s birthday, our future anniversary, and fucking Valentine’s Day. I’m so fucking fucked. FUUCCCCCCKKKK!”  Richarlison started mumbling but ending with a loud yell and punctuated by throwing his spikes into his locker startling his teammates. 

HeungMin “Sonny” Son slow approaches the angry Brazilian. “Are you okay?” The South Korean asks softly. 

Richy sits down and buries his head into both of his hands. Though he responds, the sound is muffled and Sonny can not understand. Son squats down next to the clearly upset Brazilian. 

Richarlison lifts his face, Sonny is taken aback by the tears in the normally playful forward’s eyes–it doesn’t make sense when they had won the game and Richy himself had scored twice. 

“I fucked up, Sonny. I fucked up so fucking bad. I didn’t realize today is  Valentine’s Day until Katie came onto the pitch with that stupid Valentine’s crown. I’m so fucked.”  Richarlison gasp out before hiding his face again.

It clicks quickly for HeungMin.  The Brazilian had only started seeing Y/N  three or fours weeks ago, and they weren’t official yet. Despite not having met the woman to steal the flirty forward’s heart, Sonny knows Richy cares for her deeply and wants to please Y/N.  For Richarlison to not acknowledge her on Valentine’s Day even if they weren’t official yet could ruin the entire possibility of a proper relationship with the woman. 

“Shit happens, Richy. Did you text her yet and apologize? Maybe plan something to make up for it when we are back in London?”  Son suggest. 

Richarlison sighs and lifts his head again. As he wipes the wetness from his cheeks, Richarlison responds.  “I only realized a few minutes ago. I will text her now. I’ll have to plan something on the plane.” 

The Brazilian takes out his phone and tries writing a heartfelt apology. It takes him 10 tries before he crafts a message he thinks conveys at least a little of his sorrow. 

 Several hours later, Richarlison finds himself on the team’s plane to London. His seatmates, Sonny, Emerson Royal, and Harry Kane are all enjoying their meals while Richarlison pushes the food around with his fork. 

Emerson and Harry both glance at Son having witnessed him talking with Richy earlier in the evening. The South Korean shakes his head subtly.  

“I can see you, you know.” Richarlison mumbles at the stupidity of his teammates. 

“Glad your eyes function, mate. Now, want to share your troubles with the rest of us?” Harry asks. 

Richarlison tilts his head to the side indicating for Sonny to share the issue. The Korean National Team captain gives the two a quick overview of the situation. 

Emerson’s eyes widen as he listens. He had met Y/N once very briefly and could see  that Richy really liked her. It surprises him that his amorous friend could forget such a romantic day. The question is on the edge of his tongue, but before he can ask, Pombo reads his mind. 

“Y/N nunca mencionou isso, e tenho estado tão ocupado com o treinamento que nem notei a data. Se fosse comemorado como o do Brasil, acho que teria lembrado. Caralho!” Richarlison responds to the unspoken question. 

(Y/N never mentioned it, and I've been so busy with training that I didn't even notice the date. If it was celebrated like Brazil, I think I would have remembered. Fuck!)

“I forgot Katie’s birthday once.” Harry blushes. 

Sonny, Richy, and Emerson’s heads all snap in sync toward Harry’s directions. 

“I’m sorry. Did you just say you forgot Katie’s birthday once? Katie? As in the woman you have been dating since you were sixteen? That Katie?” Sonny gawks. 

Harry blushes but decides to tell the embarrassing story in hopes of helping the dejected

Brazilian. 

“Yeah. The year she got pregnant with Ivy. Things had been really rough with injuries for both me and the rest of the guys. We had just had a lot of our staff quit. I was so overwhelmed with team stuff that I didn’t even realize it was the week of her birthday until 3 days AFTER her birthday when my mum called to ask if we had plans for the following weekend. It was my first Sunday off in a while then I was going to have to be back on the road for away games; so, I told her I was going to have a rest. I remember telling me mum this and her pausing. She asked me when we celebrated and I asked what we were celebrating. She thought I was joking for a minute, but when she realized I wasn’t, she said Kate’s birthday and my entire life flashed before my eyes. I checked my phone’s calendar at least 3 times before I accepted that I had missed her birthday. I get so nauseous thinking about it, but I know it had a good outcome because not only are we married but that was when we got pregnant with Ivy.” The vice-captain explained with a wink. 

Richarlison stared at his friend for a second before he responds sadly. “I’m glad she forgave you, but this is different. You and Katie had been together for years by then, and she was use of the football life. Y/N still cringes when I take her to nice restaurants because of the price.” 

“Somehow I don’t think that has to do with the football life– I think she probably cringes because she doesn’t like you spending that type of money on her.” Sonny mumbles. He may not know Y/N but everything Richy has shared with him suggest the woman is not interested in his money in the least. 

Before the two can debate the topic, Harry interrupts them. “If she is meant to be with you, Richarlison, then she will be understanding that one mistake does not represent how you feel about her. Apologize, plan something lovely and romantic to show her you care, then ask her to be your girlfriend, because if I have to hear you pine over her any longer, I am going to call her and ask her for you.” 

Sonny and Emerson laugh knowing Harry is serious while Richy shrugs and checks his phone.

Zero notifications.