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let me love you | Leah Williamson x Reader

a lot of angst, ending in fluff, themes of eating disorders, depression and alcohol abuse, 5900 words

please keep sending request yall i need something to feed my brainnn

i’m stuck on a blurb for this so basically just what happens after a rough moment in r and leah’s relationship, can they fix it? can they learn to love each other again? the photo i’ve used says it all lol

it’s piecy and i think u can see my sleep deprivation in this one but hope you enjoy!

I’d known going into camp that I was in trouble. That as soon as the team doctor did our pre camp exam that I was going to be fucked. With the extensive weight loss I knew that it was only a matter of time before I was approached but I hadn’t expected it to be the first night.

I’d been lying in my bed, in my room by myself. I was rooming with Keira this camp, but luckily enough she spent most of her time in Lucy or Leah’s room so I didn’t see much of her. I’d had the tv playing in the background, to fill the room with something other than the sound of my breathing and the sound of me scrolling through my phone. Then my little bubble, my perfect barrier that I’d created was broken by the resounding noise of someone knocking at my door.

“Y/n, it’s me.”

Sarina. Fuck.

“It’s open.”

It was probably the polite thing to get up and open the door but I was comfortable in my bed and while Sarina was terrifying I couldn’t see her getting mad at me over something so minor. The door cracked open and I switched the tv off out of respect for the manager who had closed my hotel room door behind her. Her face was unsteady, like she was unsure how to approach the conversation, something that I’d never seen on her.

“You missed dinner.”

“I feel asleep, the jetlag has tossed me around a little bit. I didn’t even realise until I woke up twenty minutes ago.”

It wasn’t a lie, I had travelled an obscene amount in the past twenty four hours. I’d flown from Cabo to New York, then spent 20 hours in New York with Kristie and some of the Gotham girls before getting on a plane to take me to Barcelona, where I’d spent a very short eight hours with Keira and Lucy before we got on a plane to London to bring us to camp. It had been hectic to say the least and had resulted in one of my suitcases being lost and me being in a very lengthy back and forth discussion with British Airways about how my luggage had ended up in Austria and that no, I didn’t have the time to go to Austria to retrieve it.

“I think we need to have a talk.”

Sarina’s foot was tapping nervously at her side, it was her tell, she was about to have a hard conversation that was not going to be easy to go over.

“Okay.”

She nodded at me.

“Meeting room 2, five minutes?”

I gulped, fuck, a meeting room. It had gone from informal to a little bit to formal for my liking. I nodded regardless, too scared to reply in any other way.

“Yes Ma’am.”

As soon as Sarina had left my room I was throwing myself out of the bed to throw on some proper clothes and make myself look a little bit more presentable. I threw on my light blue tech fleece and puffer jacket that we all had and then very haphazardly threw my hair into a greasy high pony. I pushed some mascara through my eyelashes and some moisturiser on my skin before coming to the conclusion that no amount of makeup was going to be able to disguise the purple bags under my eyes. Once I was done making myself look a little bit less dead I picked up my phone and keycard from my bedside table and left the room, making my way down the hallway towards the meeting rooms.

The meeting rooms had a multitude of purposes, zoom calls, skypes, video review, contract signing. Business stuff mainly, not a talk with your coach. That was what had me trembling a little bit as I made my way closer to the meeting rooms. When I got to the door of the second one, the one I’d been told to go to I waited outside of it for a few seconds before lifting my fist and knocking twice on the door. I didn’t have to wait long for a reply, Sarina was at the door opening it for me in a matter of seconds. I stepped into the room quickly, my eyes recognising all the faces in the room.

I was directed to a seat at the table, sitting directly across from Sarina, Leah, Millie and our team doctor. Lucy and Keira were seated on either side of me and the whole vibe of the room was enough to tell me that I was royally fucked.

“We are all here to have an open conversation about your recent medical exam.”

I kept my eyes on my own hands, which were resting on the table, playing with the rings that adorned my hands. I couldn’t look up, couldn’t bear to look into the eyes of a woman who a few weeks ago I had loved so intensely and now couldn’t even think about without crying.

“You're here to tell me that I’ve dropped a dangerous amount of weight considering my normal weight class, that I should get some further tests done even though we know that there is nothing medically wrong with me. We’ll beat around the bush a little bit, try to ignore the fact that we all know that you can’t allow me to play when I’ve dropped this much weight and then you’ll send me home.”

Sarina’s jaw was set firmly, I could make out that much as my eyes darted up to the older woman quickly to catch a look at her facial expression.

“Do you want to die Ms y/l/n.”

I was taken aback massively by the question, because who asks a person that question, especially in this context.

“I don’t feel comfortable having this conversation with certain people in the room. I don’t want to die necessarily but living right now isn’t exactly ideal either. I’ve had a rough couple of weeks, I’ll admit that, I’m aware. I’ve neglected my body, prioritised other things. I knew walking in here that I’d dropped 2 stone and I wasn’t proud of it. I just went through an intense break up though, I’ve been in Cabo for three weeks, most of which I don’t remember. I know that it’s bad, I know that as an athlete we have expectations but I need some wiggle room, I need you to give me a shot to make this better. Because I honestly believe that in this environment I can fix it, I’ll get the weight back, I’ll get back into therapy or whatever. I’ll give up the bad habits, I just need a period of grace.”

I couldn’t look at Leah, couldn’t let myself out of fear that my brave face would fall and I’d be left in shambles sitting here. I just needed to convince Sarina that I could get my shit together.

She was in front of my brooding for a few minutes, leaving everyone in the room in an awkward silence.

“Everyone out besides Leah and you.”

Fuck.

I watched as everyone else slowly got up, Lucy giving me a reassuring pat on the back before exiting the room.

“I’m giving you both five minutes to explain what the fuck happened between you two, because as much as you both want to make it sound like nothing it isn’t. Everyone can feel it and obviously it's affecting the both of you.”

I still couldn’t look at her, it just hurt.

“Seems like I’m the only one who’s suffering.”

“That’s not true nor fair y/n. Leah’s having her own struggles.”

I snorted and rolled my eyes at the table.

“She’s the one who caused the problems in the first place so I’d call that karma.”

The tension in the room was thick, like a cloud laid over us.

“That’s not fair, you had a part in it as well.”

“I had a part in you kissing Jordan at a party?”

“Jordan kissed me first off, drunkenly, she apologised profusely to both of us when she was sober. You soberly made the decision to kiss fucking Alexia.”

If the tension could have thickened anymore, it did.

“You cheated on me with your ex, I think I can cheat on you with my ex situation.”

“Do you realised how fucked up that whole ideology is? I didn’t want to cheat on you, anyone who was there that night will tell you that I physically pushed Jordan off of me, I didn’t want it to happen. I know it hurts you, but you wouldn’t even hear me out, you didn’t answer my calls or texts. I didn’t know where you went, just heard from Lucy that you’d decided to go abroad for a few weeks and you were turning your phone off. I spent 3 days sitting in Keira’s apartment balling my eyes out because I missed you so much, I haven’t slept properly ever since, I can’t fucking live without you y/n/n.”

Leah was sobbing and it hurt a part of me that I didn’t know existed. I wanted to hug her, wipe the tears from her face and apologise for my stupidity, to make it all better. But I was stubborn as shit and I also hadn’t really forgiven Leah. I hadn’t forgiven myself either.

That night had been the worst one of my life. Seeing Leah making out with Jordan had broken my heart and before I knew it I’d been running out of the bar we’d been celebrating in and calling Ale because she was my person and then she was picking me up and taking me back to my apartment and she was comforting me on our sofa and then we were kissing and Leah was walking in, mascara smeared and tears down her face and then Ale was running out of the apartment. I ended up waiting for Leah to fall asleep before I’d fled. I’d been terrified, my fear response was flight, when I was scared I fled, so that was what I’d done on that godforsaken night.

“I don’t really give a shit who did what. You both fucked up, that’s evident. We have the olympic coming up, Leah you are coming off of an ACL injury and you are going to be our captain, y/n, we need you on top of your game for us to win. I won’t deal with this team being torn into shreds because the both of you are too stubborn to talk about your feelings. Am I understood?”

Both Leah and I nodded meekly at Sarina, the both of us equally terrified of the dutchwoman and the tone of voice she was using towards us, like we were six year olds.

“Y/n, I’ll give you a grace period, two weeks. You’ve got two weeks to show that you can make some improvement in your habits, but there will be conditions if you wish to continue training and playing during those two weeks. You will eat every single meal, with the rest of the team. You aren’t going to work out beyond our team scheduled gym sessions. You will go back to talking to a therapist on a weekly basis. You are going to socialise with your teammates instead of holding yourself up in your room by yourself. You and Leah will room together until you can prove to me that you can be civil. If any of these conditions are broken you will find yourself sidelined, am I understood?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

Sarina nodded at me, her blue eyes staring intensely into my own, I was trying to get away from this situation, away from the confrontation that was only bound to get worse the longer Leah and I were stuck in a room together.

“You are free to go, I expect to see you at breakfast tomorrow morning.”

I’d given Sarina a quick nod before bolting out of my seat and straight out of the room. I was pretty sure I’d had the worst 96 hours of my life. My whole body felt like it was on fire, my hair and face were still greasy from all of the airplane travel and my eyes just hurt. I half jogged my way back to my room, slamming and locking the door behind me almost as soon as I’d closed the door behind me. I slowly slid down against the solid wood, this whole situation was so fucked.

Not only did I have to focus on being fucking civil with a woman who I hated, I had to fucking turn my whole life around in a matter of two weeks, which right now seemed pretty fucking impossible. I wasn’t a person who cried very often, I wasn’t in touch with my emotions like that. But right now, fat, warm, wet tears were dripping down my face and my lip was wobbling between my two front teeth trying to suppress the sobs that were coming up from my throat. Love hurt. Loving someone and being loved is one of the hardest things that I’d ever done, because it’s not easy to spend every day loving a person, it fulfilling but it also is so fucking painful.

I could hardly make up the energy to get off the floor, so I didn’t. I sat against the door, crying, shaking and trembling as I let out the feelings that I’d built up for the last month. I was a person who didn’t cry very often, when I was drunk, when someone died, when I was really hurt. That was the extent of my emotional release. Leah was similar, that’s why we’d hit it off, neither of us were over emotional, we didn’t read into things and we didn’t over complicate anything. At the end of the day neither of us had to worry about the other one getting offended by a joke or drunken words. I’d honestly believed we were soulmates, for a long time, but that night had wrecked it all.

Both of us had been stupid, it had been the celebratory night of our win in the Nations League, we’d beaten Spain, it was a big deal. Everyone was completely wasted and I didn’t remember much of the night until Leah had been on the dance floor with Jordan, Chloe, Millie, Rachel and some other teammates and one moment Leah is motioning for me to join me and the next Jordan is making out with her and I’m running out with Lucy following me. Then Lucy called Ale because I’d locked myself in our hotel room ensuite. Then Ale was there and she was comforting me and hugging me and I was pissed off at Leah and then I was kissing Ale and she was telling me no and the Leah walked in to comfort me and it was just a fucking mess of alcohol and emotions.

Just thinking about that night had hurt, I hadn’t let myself in the last month. Not when I’d been in Cabo drinking all day and night, clubbing and partying and spending all of my spare time trying to push my emotions away. Then I’d gotten the call from Sarina, I’d been expecting it but it had still shocked me for some reason. In a matter of 24 hours I’d been packing up all my shit and hopping on a plane back to the one place that I couldn’t have been more desperate to avoid. I’d contemplated turning down the call up, but a call from my agent had told me that I couldn’t expect an invite back if I turned one down now. The Olympics was a big deal as well, it was something that I did want to do but the overwhelming anxiety I had felt being faced with the reality that I was walking into a group of people that worshipped the ground that my ex girlfriend walked on.

My thought pattern was interrupted by the sound of knocking directly above my head. The sound pulsated against the wood and across my body, seeping deep into my bones. It was a resounding knock, loud, echoing across the room.

“Y/n, open up.”

It was the voice that I least wanted to hear at that moment and I tried my hardest to ignore it but the sound of the knocking repeating made it harder.

“Y/n/n, c’mon, open the door, I know you're in there.”

It was the nickname that only she called me, a nickname I hadn’t heard in a month and it hurt my soul hearing it. It made fresher tears fall from my eyes that I rubbed at furiously with the sleeve of my jumper. I wiped as much of the smudged mascara and tears from my face, I knew subconsciously that my eyes were red and puffy and Leah would one hundred percent be able to tell. For my dignity though I rubbed it all from my face before standing up and opened the door.

Before I could say anything Leah had slipped past me and into the room, making herself at home and sitting down on Keira’s bed, resting herself at the very top so she was leaning against the headboard. I pushed down any thoughts that I had about Leah being in the same position in our own bed, except with a lot less clothes covering her body.

“You’ve been crying.”

It wasn’t a question, a statement, but it held a question in it somewhere. Leah wasn’t used to me crying, so the fact that I was crying was probably a little bit of a shock to her.

“What do you want?”

Leah pouted at me, sarcastically, it pissed me off how confident she was when I felt like I was tearing at the seams.

“In case you didn’t remember, we’re roomies now. I wanted to talk, I think we both have stuff we need to get off of our chests. I love you y/n/n and I’m worried about you.”

“Go worry about Jordan.”

I was leaning against the dresser, trying my hardest to keep my shit together in front of the woman that was making me feel so many things that I had been denying myself for a month.

“That’s fair, but also not necessary. I didn’t kiss her y/n, I didn’t even get as close as a metre’s distance from her, anyone there could tell you that. I pushed her off me. So yes, she kissed me, without my consent or my desire for her to do so. I love you, not her. I promise you that. She means nothing to me beyond being my friend, I don’t love her.”

I didn’t really know what to say. Leah wasn’t really the root of my anger, because I knew that it had been Jordan all over Leah, and at the end of the day she’d come to my room that night to apologise instead of going back to Jordan’s, I was her priority.

“She loves you, and I can’t do anything about that. That hurts and I know that it shouldn’t, I have no right to be jealous but it hurts.”

Leah looked contemplatively at me, like she was trying to understand what I was saying but knew that she couldn’t really.

“Do you love Alexia?”

I gulped, that was a fucked up question that I didn’t have a answer for. My immediate silence gave enough context to that.

“That’s not a fair question.”

I was deflecting and also furiously toying with a loose thread on the edge of my jumper.

“I think I deserve to know if the woman I love loves me the same way.”

It was hard hearing those words come out of her mouth as well.

“I would be lying if I said I didn’t love her. I dated her for six years, I thought I was going to marry her. I don’t love her like I loved you. We broke up because we couldn’t love each other that way. It was a surface relationship, but we both knew at the end of the day that we couldn’t get married or have kids or get old together, we didn’t love each other like that. We didn’t have a messy break up, I didn’t have a phase where I hated her and I wanted nothing more than to be away from her. We just stopped physically loving each other. She’s still my person Leah, you know that. I regret kissing her, I was so drunk and I was so fucking upset and she was so familiar to me in that moment. So maybe I do love her, in some fucked up way, but I don’t love her long term. She’s not the woman that I want to spend the rest of my life loving, not the person that I want to wake up next to, not the person that I want to write vows for, not the person that I want to be with every minute of every day. I don’t yearn for her.”

I realised now that there were tears in Leah’s eyes, which shocked me a little. Leah never cried, I could count the amount of times I’d seen her properly sob on one hand. Four times. When we won the Euros, when she did her ACL, when she woke up from ACL surgery and that night when it had all happened. Apart from that she was a brick wall, she wore a facade everyday, that very little people got to see broken down. I considered myself very grateful to have been able to see past it, to see the side of Leah that not a lot did. She’d let a stray tear go every once in a while, but proper crying, proper emotional, vulnerable crying was very rare to see.

“Do you love me long term?”

“Leah, that's not a fair question either.”

Tears were running down Leah’s face, similar to the tears that had been falling down my face less than five minutes ago.

“It's not fair? I’ve been here for the last month y/n, wondering if we still stand a chance. Wondering if you still love me, wondering if I should wait around for you? I want to know if you still love me as much as I love you.”

I could feel more tears coming to my eyes, Leah was sitting not even three metres away from me and yet it felt like we were oceans apart.

“I don’t know. Does it really matter?”

Leah was wiping at her face, she detested vulnerability and it was clear in her actions.

“Does it matter? Y/n/n, I am trying to figure out if I am going to spend the rest of my life fucking mourning losing the love of my life. I want to know if I stand a chance, if there is something here that we can salvage, something here that we can try and fix. I will spend everyday making it up to you if I have to, anything you need us to do I am down to do it.”

I shifted from toe to toe in my spot standing, Leah’s words were so genuine, they had so much power over me, sent shivers down my whole body.

“I love you. I love you enough though to tell you that I’m a fucking wreck, some of it’s because of this, some of it is just me. Leah I’m trying to fucking sort myself out now and I love you but I’m not going to tell you that your my priority right now, I love you but I also am trying to learn how to love myself and I’m also trying to learn how to love my sport again.”

Leah pursed her lips, wiping the last of her emotional admission tears from her face. She looked so raw, her blonde hair was thrown up in a messy high bun, an unusual look for her, her face was stripped bare of any makeup and her jumper looked a tad bit too big on her. She looked stripped, stripped of her dignity, stripped of her facade, stripped of everything that made her Leah motherfucking Williamson. I wasn’t looking at England’s captain, I wasn’t looking at Arsenal and England’s world class defenders. I was looking at just Leah. The Leah who would wake me up with forehead kisses every morning, the Leah who would give me foot massages after a rough training, the Leah who would only look at me in a room full of people.

“I’ve worried about you so much that I started to get scared I was praying. You took off and I didn’t know with who or where. I mean I know that I fucked up but y/n/n, we could have talked it out, or we could have tried to. You fled and you didn’t even give me a goodbye. I didn’t know if we were done or if I was ever going to see you again and it fucking broke me. I stayed in bed for a week, I didn’t eat, I didn’t leave. Keira and Lucy literally had to drag me out of bed to get me to do anything. I cried, non stop for a week, it was horrible and I felt like shit. Then Lucy got Alexia to come over and we talked it out and she told me that she didn’t mean for it to happen and all she wanted was for us to be happy and it broke me because how am I supposed to be happy when the woman I love is nowhere to be seen.”

A sob echoed from her chest and it broke my heart, because I hated seeing Leah in pain, I hated seeing her hurt. When she’d done her ACL it had been the most gut wrenching thing I’d had to witness. The only difference was that now I was the source of pain and it hurt ten times more.

I pushed myself off of the dresser and towards the bed. Leah’s head was buried in her hands, her elbows resting on her knees as her palms rubbed furiously at her eyes. I sat down onto the bed and pushed myself up against the headboard beside her, putting one of my arms down on her shoulders and gently nudging her head into my neck. It was uncharted territory but also felt so familiar and right. Hearing Leah’s sobs hurt my soul, but my contact seemed to calm her a little bit. She flinched away initially, unsure but then she was seeking it out, leaving into me and everything about it felt right.

“I’m so sorry, I’m sorry for what happened with Jordan, I’m sorry if I didn’t make you feel loved, I’m sorry if I didn’t treat you well enough, I’m sorry if I’m not good enough. I’m trying to work on it, I’m trying to be better,” I stopped Leah before she could say much more.

“It’s not your fault Leah,” My voice came out with exasperation, because I hated that Leah felt that way,

“You made me feel loved everyday, you treated me perfectly. You are perfect Leah, you were a perfect girlfriend, a perfect captain, a perfect person. We had our moments but you are a good person, you don’t need to be better. I’m the one who can’t fucking handle herself, who had to flee the country when it got rough and I’m sorry for that, I’m sorry that I ran when it got hard.”

Hearing Leah hiccup on her breath was so painful for me, painful enough that I reached my hand down to her face to try and wipe some of the tears off of her cheeks.

“C’mon, you're too pretty to be crying.”

It was a weak compliment that died with the mood of the room, Leah let out a depressing laugh that honestly just made it all worse but her sobs did quieten down a little bit and I noticed that the tremors that were haunting her whole body had slowed down and had become less of a repetitive pattern.

“You haven’t been eating, you lost two stones, did I do that to you?”

Leah’s voice was so shaky, so insanely innate for her.

“Me not eating has nothing to do with you and I won’t have you taking the blame for it. Not everything is your fault Leah and you don’t have to take the blame for it all. I know how your brain works, that you are going to take the blame for everything that has happened between us, but it’s not your fault, a lot of it is mine, my eating habits though have nothing to do with you.”

My voice was a mixture of steady and stern, I had a point to get across and I needed Leah to understand that, I needed her to know that. She wasn’t as fearless and brave as she constantly tried to prove to anyone, she was always the first to blame herself for anything, always getting down on herself and I knew that, I knew that Leah could send herself into a downward spiral.

She pulled her head out of my shoulder and locked eyes with me, her dark brown eyes felt like they were violating me, I felt like I was naked under her gaze, like I was so incredibly vulnerable.

“Why haven’t you been eating?”

I felt like I was under a magnifying glass, like Leah could see every single part of me and could see into my brain. She always worried about me, always. To the point where sometimes it was concerning, I had as much as a sniffle and she was doting over me like my mother.

“I’m fine Lee.”

“If you were fine you wouldn’t have lost two stones.”

She could read me too easily and she knew that I was pretty much putty in her hands as soon as she started talking.

“It got dark for me when I left, I needed to leave but then I was gone and I realised that I was so alone and I was partying to try and avoid my feelings and it worked but you know how I am when I’m depressed, I stop eating, I stop functioning. I lived off of alcohol for three weeks and then I got the call from Sarina and for the first time in three weeks I was completely sober and it hit me like a freight train. I realised how bad it had gotten and I was in shambles.”

Leah nodded at me, she knew how I worked, knew that when I was starting to spiral I tended to push it all down until it got so bad that I had a nervous breakdown.

“You need to eat, we need you playing, I need you on the field. It broke my heart when Sarina came and told me, when she asked me if I’d seen any of the warning signs or if I’d noticed and I couldn’t give her an answer.”

I brought my hand back up to rest on Leah’s face, she was still shaking, still hiccuping with every word that she said. I pushed the tears that were pooling on her face away with the pad of my thumb.

“I couldn’t even tell her anything.”

Leah’s words were thrown out between choken sobs and hiccups, it was so strung out and painful that I felt it in my chest.

“I’m sorry that you had to go through that, I’m sorry I deserted you. I’m so sorry I hurt you Lee, you deserve better, you deserve someone who has their shit together.”

Leah pulled herself out from beside me and scooted herself so she was sitting in front of me, between my legs looking at me directly.

“I want you though, I want to love you and I want you to let me.”

I couldn’t do much more than look at her, look at her eyes, look at how heartbroken they were. They were full of so much pain, so many sleepless nights and a part of me wanted to fix some of that.

“Let us be happy, let all of this devastation come to an end and just let us be happy. We’ll work through what happened, we can try therapy, or something else. I want you though y/n/n, I want you forever and I don’t want us to give up on that because of some stupid shit that happened when we were drunk.”

Those fucking eyes, they held the sun and the moon, they had the power to make me do anything.

“I want to try, for us. I still think that you are my forever Leah. I just don’t want either of us to get hurt in the process.”

“Love hurts, we work through it. Please just try it for me.”

Her lip was wobbling in between her teeth and it took every single piece of self control I had to not take that lip in my own and just kiss the woman like I wanted to.

“Okay.”

Leah’s face lit up almost immediately, like a kid in a candy store. She leant in towards me, her lips hovering centimetres away from my own and her eyes looking into my own and it took literally every piece of my self control not to initiate anything.

“Is this okay?”

Leah’s voice was calmer this time, less rough on the edges, less broken. I nodded eagerly at her and relaxed into her body as she pressed her lips to mine. It was soft, tender, relaxing, so perfect.

“How about this?”

It was murmured against my lips, a small smirk forming along Leah’s lips.

“So good, but I think we are both overdue for some sleep.”

Leah frowned against my lips but nodded, we were both tired and it was obvious in our actions. She plopped herself down next to me, relaxing into my body and laying her head against my chest.

“Flick the lamp of love.”

The term of endearment sent a shiver down my back, it was so normal and yet so shocking to me. I obeyed her immediately, turning over to the bedside lamp and flicking it off so we were left in the dark. I shrugged my jacket off before relaxing down into the pillow. Leah shifted around for a few seconds, finding a comfortable spot on my body before stilling herself. She looked so small curled up against me, I tugged her hair out of its bun and rubbed her roots just the way I knew she liked me too and rubbed her back the way I knew sent her straight to sleep. It probably took not even a minute before Leah’s body relaxed fully and her breaths evened out and when they did I smiled a little bit looking at her exhausted form. I leant down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead before relaxing myself fully against the pillows and preparing myself for my own sleep.

“I love you Leah, always.”

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Whumptober 2023: 5 (Barca)

No. 5: “You better pray I don't get up this time around.”

Debris | Pinned Down | “It's broken.”

For whatever reason, Madrid really had it out for you. Usually, they were a little rough with everyone, but today it seemed like you had a target on your back. Multiple players had gotten yellow cards because of what they did to you- illegal tackles, hair pulling, the works. It was an attestment to how well you were playing, but it still hurt.

Your teammates had refrained from getting revenge, not that they didn’t want to. But you popped up from the ground every time, giving a thumbs up to them. Were you really okay? No, but you needed your teammates to not start attacking the opponents so you smiled through the pain.

The final whistle had just blown, but before you could stop you felt a Madrid player tackling you. Your head crashed into the pitch, bouncing from the impact. Your legs were slit open from her cleats, blood dripping. It was bad.

You can faintly hear shouting- you would later learn it was your teammates yelling at your attacker. You squint your eyes open, not remembering shutting them. The sun was hurting your eyes, but, as you went to close them again, a gentle hand rested on your cheek.

“Cálmate pequeña, estás bien.”

You know that voice, but you can’t remember who it is. You can, however, remember that the person who hurt you spoke Spanish. Whining, you try to move away from the voice, afraid that whoever it was would hurt you again.

Alexia frowns at your reaction, again trying to soothe you. But, when you hear the Spanish, you try to move away. This time, though, she could hear you mumbling- pleading to her not to hurt you. Her heart broke.

She stands from where she had crouched next to you, quickly shifting to kneel by your head. Grabbing your shoulders, she pins you down. You cry out, helpless. Alexia wants nothing more than to scoop you into her arms and hold you. She wants to reassure you, but she can’t. All she can do is keep you still so you don’t injure yourself even more.

“It’s okay,” she says quietly, “we’re going to help you.”

“Lucy, Kiera,” she shouts, “I need help.”

Upon hearing their names, the two girls race towards you. They knew it must be bad, if Alexia couldn’t calm you down they didn’t know how they would be able to. Dropping to their knees on either side of you, they look to Alexia as to how they can help.

“You need to take her,” Alexia says, emotion evident in her voice, “please. She’s afraid of me, I think she might react better to you.”

With a confused look, Lucy and Kiera nod. Lucy moves to take Alexia’s spot, pinning you down to the pitch. Kiera cups a hand to your cheek, leaning down and speaking quietly to you.

The medics arrive soon after, trying to shoo the women away. Neither are deterred, staying where they are and only shifting to allow the medics room to assess you. They quickly begin to assess you, clearing your spine and allowing Lucy to release her grip. It’s clear that you have a concussion and your legs will need to be taken care of, but for now they wrap the cuts up in gauze. Once you're calmed, it would be easier to treat you.

“You’re alright, little bit,” Lucy says, pushing the baby hairs off of your face.

You whine again, but your eyes flutter open and the women watch as you look around dazedly.

“I- I wan-” you can’t seem to find the words, but the others know what, or who, you’re looking for.

“She’s right here, she’s coming” Kiera assures you, gesturing Alexia back over.

She crouches by your side. Once she’s in your line of sight, you pitifully reach your arms out to her. Combined with the pout on your face, it’s hard to resist.

“Lexi, please,” you beg.

Alexia can no longer contain herself, moving to sit fully on the ground. She reaches down, hands under your shoulder blades to pull your torso up. Once you’re close enough, you flop into her body.

“Shh, mija, I’m right here.”

Your hands are tangled in the back of her jersey, ensuring she won’t pull away. Not that she ever would, she’s not leaving your side. Awake and oriented, you snuggle into Alexia as she holds you close.

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wosoloverrr · 13 days

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Oh, barca admin, you move me 🧎‍♀️

#woso #woso community #arsenal #caitlin foord #mcfoord #arsenal wfc #katie mccabe #katiemccabe #leah williamson #matildas #fc barca #lucy bronze #barcelona femeni #alexia putellas #kiera walsh #ona batlle #ona battle

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eimids · 6 months

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Big bad flight

Lionesses x reader

Ok but imagine this lucy during this fic.

kinda part 2 for emotional support water bottle but also not. Just a blurb about reader being scared of flying.

Warnings: flying, angst but 90% fluff, probly full of mistakes

You were supposed to be flying to spain to have a match against them. Spending your childhood in England, you rarely travelled. At least not by plane. Although you were 19, you only have been only once in a plane. But now being part of the lionesses, meant flying.

You didn’t admit your nervousness to anyone. You just wanted to brush it off and get over yourself. The day of flying came too fast for your liking. You had training, some recovery, dinner and then you were supposed to go to the airport and take off.

Training went quite smoothly and recovery was nice. You got a massage from one of the physician’s at it helped you to take your mind off of the stress of flying. During dinner though, you barely ate which didn’t go unnoticed by your teammates. Lucy was eyeing your plate and you most of the dinner. She didn’t say anything, just decided to keep an eye on you.

Esme was really helping your nerves when she sat down with you in the bus. She talked about making a bracelet for you and was asking what colors you wanted. You went with basic blue and pink. She then tried to teach you how to make them but it didn’t really work out for you so you just laughed and gave up after your third attempt.

When you arrived to the airport your nerves kicked in again. Lucy noticed how you went silent and weren’t you usual talkative self. For you, now was the time you realized that you were actually going to have to be in a medal cage in the air. It sounded horrible.

“You okay kiddo?” Lucy asked when she walked to you. She took your bag in her arms to carry it for you.

“Yeah I umm” You started but didn’t find the words.

“It’s okay to be nervous” Lucy said which confused you. How did she know? “I noticed you’ve been a bit weird all day so I just figured it was about flying?” Lucy told you.

“Yeah I’m not really used to traveling by plane and I just don’t like the idea of being kilometers in apart from the ground” You answered truthfully. It felt nice to talk to Lucy about it.

She continued to talk to you as you made your way through security, baggage claim and all that. Then it was time to board the plane. You stayed close to Lucy the whole time. She was your safety net during this flight.

“Ooh is someone scared of flying?” Kiera teased you as she noticed you were paler than usual and not talking at all.

“Shut it Kie” Lucy confronted her girlfriend. She knew that it was enough for you to be scared, you didn’t need the teasing.

You sat in a window seat with Lucia next to you. Kiera sat in the isle seat. During this all you had your water bottle secured on your backpack. It was the other thing that calmed you down. Sipping from it once in a while, it calmed the nerves to have a familiar activity.

You were fiddling with your fingers and scratching your cuticles. Lucy just took your hand in hers and squeezed it. You started to plai with her fingers instead of your own. Playing with her rings and listening to miss Swift was enough to get you through the take off.

Your nervous tick being drinking from your water bottle came with the fact that eventually during the flight you had to leave the comfortable safety of your seat and walk to the bathroom.

You didn’t want to bother sleeping Lucy and just walked to the bathroom of the plain. Just then the turbulence kicked in. Just in time when you locked the door and started to pee.

Your heartbeat quickened and tears were brought to your eyes. You quickly just washed your hands and went back to your seat that was your safety. Lucy was there. Having been woken up by the turbulence.

“Come here sweet” She said and opened her arms for you. You sat in your seat and leaned yourself on her arms. They secured themselves around you. The pressure felt nice.

“It’s okay y/n, we’re about to land” It was Kiera this time that talked to you.

You nodded and stared to play with Lucy’s rings again. It was distraction from the shaking of the plane.

Quick enough you were landing. It was a big relief for you and the lump in your throat was washed away. Lucy gave you a smile of assurance that this would stay between the three of you.

When you got off the plane you were quickly the same bubbly girl the whole team knew and loved. You were quick to catch up with Less and Ella. They were laughing with you the whole bus ride to your hotel.

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Sweet little blurb <3

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mysunshinetemptress · 2 months

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🥺

#woso #leah williamson #georgia stanway #kiera walsh #lucy bronze

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clarisse0o · 23 days

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Anyone saying that Lucy Bronze is overrated clearly started watching football after the Euro 2022. This girl has nothing to prove every sain person who saw 2020 season know that Lucy would have won the Ballon D’Or if it was awarded. Yeah she is not at her prime anymore but even if she has a bad knee she is still better than most LB. Don’t forget that a bad period or bad performances doesn’t erase a career.

#woso #lionesses #lucy bronze #ona batlle #sefutbol fem #woso community #wsl #barca femeni #woso soccer #kiera walsh #leah williamson #alexia putellas

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alessioa · 6 months

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Kiera Walsh x Lucy Bronze x Leah Williamson x Reader (Platonic)

Sickly

In which the reader gets sick but doesn't tell anyone, when Kiera, Leah and Lucy finds out they help them.

Warnings: Sickness

Words: 750+

You hated being sick, especially when you were about to play your debut for England in a few days. You knew that you probably wouldn’t be able to do so because it felt as if you were on fire and what little you ate for breakfast was on its way up again. It was not a pleasant feeling.

You had thought that your teammates hadn't noticed anything, but that was far from the truth. From the few days they had talked to you before you became sick you had been pretty outwards, with lots of energy and thrived in feeling seen and talking to your new teammates. But now you were nowhere to be seen, they had seen you at training but as soon as it was over you were quick to leave and you showered in your room instead of in the changing rooms.

This worried Lucy and Kiera, your teammates as Barca, they knew you as the person to never miss teambonding activities. Such as the one they were on now, without you it felt wrong. Quiet even.

So with a bit of convincing they had managed to get the key to your room from Leah, she had been assigned copies of all the keys if something were to happen someone had a spare key to their room. (Pretend she’s not injured)

Lucy knocked on the door to your room. “Hey Y/n, it’s me Lucy, Kiera and Leah are also here. We wanted to check in on you kid” you heard her voice through the door but decided to stay quiet because you knew that your voice was not as it normally was, your voice was quite hoarse after coughing alot.

The knocking came again, this time a bit harsher. You couldn’t stop the gran that left your lips as the pounding in your head got worse with each of the knocks. The loud sound seemingly didn’t agree with your head.

At that the three girls outside your door looked at each other, worried that something was wrong with you. As you were quite young the three had taken you under their wing both at Barcelona and in the lionesses squad. Lucy and Kiera had known you for quite a while as you were signed for Barcelona at the same time as them, Leah because she often took care of new and younger girls in the team.

“Y/n please open the door, or we will” this time it was Leah that spoke, even though you didn’t want them to come in you didn’t have the energy to get out of bed or even speak. Leah waited and listened to hear if you moved in your room. When she didn’t hear anything she took it as a sign to open the door.

In the room they found you lying curled up in bed, with both the covers and a blanket covering you. It was clear that you were still freezing. Your back was turned to them and you didn’t react when they entered, so Lucy walked towards you. When you felt the bed dip beside you - you slowly turned towards her.

The sight that greeted Lucy hurt her, you looked so miserable, your eyes drooped as if you had a hard time keeping them open, your cheeks were a deep and sickly red. Lucy laid down next to you, and opened her arms as an invitation for you to come closer to her. So you did, slowly you shuffled closer to the older woman, letting her wrap her arms around you.

While this was happening Leah had filled a bath, if you felt like you had the energy to take one and Kiera had rushed out of the room to inform Sarina that you weren’t feeling too well and that you would rest, and also get some light food so that you could get some energy.

Lucy laid there next to you, she was having a little hard time doing so as you had forced her under the covers so that you could use her body heat too, your skin was burning. It was something that concerned Lucy. So when Kiera came back with the tray of food she sent her to get a thermometer.

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Soon you were put in a slightly warm bath, not too hot, to try and get your body temperature down as you had quite a high fever.

After the bath you cuddled up with Leah, Kiera and Lucy, you were fast asleep and the older women made sure that you were well taken care of.

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jaegeraether · 5 months

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Sunsets and footballers (Part 17)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (17)

Masterlist (other parts here)

“I’ll tell you what she said when I see you in a few days, okay? I think it’s better done face to face.”

Jordan sighed. “You’re right, it’s just my emotions talking. And you’re sure you’re okay? You have a nasty black eye in that photo..”

“I think that’s the worst it’s going to get, fingers crossed. It’s still sore, and I’m going to have a scar but I’m okay, Dory.” Lucy nudged her and jerked her chin towards the phone. “Oh, and Lucy wants you to know that you’re my bodyguard while she’s in Spain.”

“I’m smaller than you, mate!” Jordan laughed. “I’ll just make you come to all the training sessions so we have a Villa army to protect you.”

“I don’t think management will be happy with the potential of your players getting bricked by three of Lucy’s wives, but I’ll take whatever I can get!”

Jordan laughed and Lucy groaned at that, not looking impressed. YFN reached out and stroked her cheek.

“Oh, and you two soft-launched again?!”

“Did we?”

“Hard launch incoming soon!” Lucy said loud enough for Jordan to hear.

YFN raised her eyebrows and Lucy wiggled hers cheekily.

They ended the call with promises to see each other soon and talk about Leah.

YFN turned to Lucy who was doing a crossword. It was night time now, the Arsenal girls had left, and they were alone for another night in the hospital. YFN had suggested that Lucy go home to a more comfy bed, but that idea was met with an absolute no. She’d brought more clothes for them, as well as things to keep them entertained. Like the crossword.

“It’s late…” YFN said.

Lucy nodded, finishing her word and then putting the it away. She put her arms behind her head and laid back against the inclined hospital bed, her eyes roaming over her girlfriend unashamedly.

“We need to talk about lawyer costs. I-”

“No.”

“Luce, please-”

“Nope.”

“This is my issue.. it’s unfair.”

Lucy shrugged. “Even if it was your issue, which it isn't.. your issues are my issues.”

“I have the money, you know.”

Lucy raised an eyebrow at YFN’s cheeky attempt to start an argument. She was amused by it. “So do I, so much that I don’t know what to do with it. And if I can’t spend it on the people I love then what’s the point?”

YFN’s heart skipped at beat at that word, love, and she shared a look with Lucy, but chose to not go down that rabbit hole. Not yet. “Makes me feel like a prostitute.”

The most genuine laugh bubbled up in Lucy that she’d ever heard. “Oh, I’d pay much more for your sex.”

YFN groaned and rolled her eyes. “I don’t like-”

“-things feeling one sided and like you’re not contributing?”

She pouted at the knowledge that Lucy had perfectly summed up her thoughts.

Lucy leant forwards and took her by the waist, pulling her onto her. Lucy’s hands went under her shirt, massaging her hips and waist. YFN’s hands found Lucy’s traps and gently traced there, and up the sides of her neck. All of it was so... natural.

“You give me so much already. There’s no keeping tabs here. You’d do the exact same for me.”

YFN knew there was no winning the conversation, also knowing she’d get her back at some stage. Money didn’t mean much to either of them, and even if it did, they were both happy to spend any amount on each other.

YFN’s hands had moved up to the sides of Lucy’s head, tracing the outlines of her ears before letting her hair down for the night, removing her glasses, and weaving her fingers in her hair, gently massaging. Lucy groaned, her eyes rolling back, lips parting as her head automatically tilted back into her fingers. Lucy enjoyed the feel for a while before she adjusted, one hand going to YFN’s lower back, pressing her forward while the other carefully pushed up the front of the shirt she was wearing – Lucy’s shirt – just high enough to expose her breasts to the cool air of the room. She brushed her lips over her nipple, then her tongue, and then it was in her mouth, gently sucked, her tongue getting involved. YFN whimpered, her hands gripping in Lucy’s hair, holding her there. It was one of her favourite things, and the feel of Lucy’s jaw shifting as she sucked was one of the sexiest things to her. Lucy took her time and began kneading her second breast in preparation. She eventually finished with the first, covering it with her shirt so it wasn’t cold and moving onto her other nipple, tongue circling around it teasingly before taking it in her mouth. YFN groaned, her insides getting needy and she had to restrain herself from grinding on her girlfriend.

“God, you’re such a tease.” YFN moaned, a little breathless.

Lucy chuckled with her nipple still in her mouth and sucked a little longer before she let go, pulling her shirt back down and making sure it covered her hips.

“You started it.”

She scoffed and unwillingly dismounted her athlete of a girlfriend, crawling under the covers and patiently waiting until Lucy had lowered the bed and was also under the covers, holding her.

YFN was glad to be leaving the hospital. She was even more glad to be leaving the city, though this had come with a little speed bump as she needed her stitches out in 5 days, and would no longer be in the city. Luckily, she was referred to a doctor in Birmingham who made an appointment for her. Lucy wasn’t entirely happy that she wouldn’t be there and again tried to tell YFN that she could delay her flight. That wasn’t an option for her.

They left the hospital and went straight to Lucy’s London home. Lucy wasn’t more than a metre away from her at all times, incredibly protective and aware of their surroundings. YFN loved this, and was okay with it because it made her feel safe, and Lucy more relaxed knowing she was safe. They packed and left the apartment early, trying to beat the traffic. They didn’t. Normally this would frustrate Lucy but YFN made sure she was well entertained with music, singing, terrible jokes, and being fed all of the snacks she could possibly want. And when all else failed, she even pulled Lucy's hand under her shirt and bra to grab her breast. This worked immediately, of course, the right-back threatening to find an empty parking bay along the way.

They drove straight through Birmingham and kept going on to Manchester. They arrived just after midday and drove straight to Lucy’s house to get settled in. YFN kept her clothes in her suitcase though, knowing they’d be leaving for Birmingham in a day or so. While Lucy unpacked and changed her clothes, YFN wandered the house, getting a feel for it. Her house in London had been similar, very simplistic, modern, neutral colours. It was a mix of concrete greys, white and black, offset by the silver of the kitchen appliances and the sun shining through the skylight. The only trophy to be seen was one from when she was young, with a picture of young Lucy, her mum, dad, brother and baby sister as she held the award proudly. She had a few photos around the house, all of family and a few of Narla. YFN thought she looked cute. Outside was small, a little courtyard of lawn and a small patio, just large enough to entertain her family. She remembered having a discussion with Lucy about where she’d live after she retired, and she’d wanted to stay in Manchester, close to her family, though wanted a house big enough to have a football pitch in the back yard. As she stared outside she felt two arms sliding around her as Lucy hugged her from behind, resting her chin on her shoulder.

“Do you like it?”

YFN leant her head against Lucy’s and nodded. “I love it. It feels… like being on the inside of your brain. All neat and tidy, but bright and open.”

Lucy chuckled. “Yeah, this place has been good to me. Wish I had a bigger back yard though.”

YFN smiled because she’d just been thinking that exact same thing. She leant her head back, exposing her neck and Lucy took advantage, her lips caressing and kissing that sensitive skin.

“If you keep doing that, we're going to be tempted to stay in tonight..”

Lucy took those words and teased her harder, nipping at her earlobe and kissing down to her collarbone, her hand creeping up to her breast.

YFN let herself enjoy it until her phone buzzed. She pulled it out and checked. It was an email from the company the girls had been talking about. With her permission, Katie had passed on her email to them at the hospital. Lucy looked over her shoulder and read with her.

“That’s positive… they want your resume and examples of the column you used to write?”

YFN nodded. “And it says the resume is only needed for the reference checks. They also say they’re excited to meet me because they’ve heard quote ‘wonderful and positive comments and recommendations from several players…’”

The girls must have talked her up to the company. She smiled at that, a little blush arising. Lucy noticed and kissed her cheek, YFN feeling that wide grin of hers. She pocketed her phone and turn in her arms, facing her girlfriend.

“I need something..”

“Please tell it’s sex, because I’m all in little one.” She leant down to kiss her and was stopped by YFN’s fingers on her lips.

“Actually, I need your WIFI password for my laptop?” She grinned. “I need to send this off before we leave for your parents.. but it’s nice to know you’re still sexually attracted to me with this hideous black eye and bandage.”

Lucy pulled her hand away from her lips and kissed that ‘hideous black eye’.

“You’re stunning.” She whispered huskily before giving that cheeky look of hers. “So… no sex?”

“I just can’t believe this!” Lucy’s mum, Diane, said, cradling YFN’s face to better look at her black eye. Lucy’s dad, Joaquim, was over Diane’s shoulder, adjusting his glasses and looking equally appalled.

“This… will scar?” He asked with a strong accent, gesturing to her bandage. He was Portugese, making Lucy half English-half Portugese.

YFN nodded.

“How big?”

Lucy was there then, pointing to where the line of stitches under the bandage were, roughly 3 inches long and dissecting the end of her eyebrow. They both winced.

“Do you remember it?” Diane asked.

“I remember most of it.. when the brick hit the window, I can’t remember anything from there on. I can’t remember the impact beyond pain. I can’t even remember Luce finding me. There’s patches in the car where I was in pain because she was holding my head on the way to the hospital, but only patches. I was a bit dazed.”

“She was a bit fuzzy the day after too, a little unsure on her feet. She’s much better now.” Lucy said, giving her a kiss on the shoulder. Lucy being so loving in front of her family made her heart swell.

They settled down to eat dinner, Lucy’s brother Jorge, his wife Charis and their kids arriving just on time. Lucy’s younger sister Sophie and her girlfriend also joined, it being YFN’s first time meeting them.

The Bronze family made her feel at home immediately, they were all so genuine and… odd almost. Like Lucy. But in the best way. At one point they were all sharing embarrassing stories from Lucy’s childhood, her mum bringing out photo albums, much to Lucy’s embarrassment. It was brilliant. YFN’s stomach was sore from laughing so hard. She also realised that they were all quite intelligent, especially Jorge. He and Lucy liked to challenge each other a lot. At one point YFN was helping Diane with the dishes, and was getting a little worried at how loud they were shouting at each other, the last 2 people standing in a card game. Lucy eventually won and made it known very loudly. Diane had laughed and told her it was quite normal when it came to anything competitive in the family.

They all joined in playing several card games, charades, and even answering quiz questions. Lucy refused to be teamed up with anyone other than YFN and dragged her around the room dancing and singing loudly whenever they won something, which was surprisingly often as YFN was so great at the quizzes that the family seemed impressed.

They played a lot with Lucy’s niece and nephew also, Alzira and Freddie.

“You love them a lot, don’t you?” YFN stated.

“They keep me grounded more than anything else in my life. They keep me so incredibly humble also.. when we’re in the stadiums, they’re not even impressed because they think it’s so normal. It really helped me during the World Cup in Australia.” She paused what she was doing, Alzira in between her legs playing with Lego. “I would have really liked to have known you when I was in Australia..”

YFN blushed under Lucy’s gaze, as she helped Freddie with his Lego piece. “I would have really liked to show you my country.”

“We still have a lot of time..”

“You’d want to see it?” YFN's eyes flicked excitedly to Lucy's green comforting ones.

“Of course! It’s your home. I want to see everything about your home that inspired you. Everything you were born and raised around. Anything you’d be excited to show me. And that includes your nan and brother.”

Just when she thought she couldn’t love her any more.

“I’ve been wanting to talk to you about that actually.. I have a group call with my nan and brother tomorrow if you’d like to join? We try to do it every month. They already know about you, of course.”

Lucy grinned wide. “Yeah? I’d love that. Oh I can’t wait to ask for embarrassing stories they have about you, like the ones my family just roasted me with.”

Charis came over then. “Your mum wants some help with the TV? Something about an HDMI cord. I think she’s trying to play old videos of you…"

Lucy groaned and got up, Charis replacing her to sit behind Alzira. She smiled at YFN and they spoke a bit about the Bronze’s and life as a mum.

“Narla!” Freddie said suddenly, looking at Charis and opening and closing his fists.

“You miss Narla?”

The little kid nodded. “Narla!”

“You want to talk to her?”

“Yeah!”

Charis rolled her eyes at YFN who just grinned at the boy’s insistence. “He thinks Narla can answer the phone.” She whispered sneakily as she texted someone and then made a phone call, and suddenly Narla was on the end of the phone. Freddie grabbed the phone, grinning as he looked at the Westie on the other end. This was also the first time YFN had seen the dog as she watched from behind Freddie.

“Ohhh she’s so cute! I can’t wait to meet her!”

At the sound of her voice, the camera moved to a woman she recognised as Lucy’s ex, Keira Walsh.

“Oh!” Keira looked surprised. “Hi, YFN. I’ve heard a lot about you. It's nice to finally meet you!”

YFN wasn’t expecting that at all, and she stumbled over her words before she managed to find something to say. “Oh… Keira! Hey. You’re… you’re back in Spain?”

“Yeah, yeah. Luce is lucky she got to stay in England a bit longer. It's for the best with her knee though and I know the family all missed her too.”

YFN nodded politely, her heart beating a little too fast. She was more than aware that Keira was Lucy’s best friend, and the most important person in her life besides her mum. She’d wanted to make a good impression when she first met her, and looking at herself in the phone, her reflection looked tired, with a big white bandage and hideous black eye. Not exactly the impression she’d wanted to make. And even worse, her thoughts were running more rampant than that. Keira was with Narla. She was basically on speed dial with the Bronze’s. And also.. Keira was in Lucy’s apartment?

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brighter-by-the-daly · 5 months

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Found a tiktok with “photos we might not have seen of the lionesses” and love them 🫶

#rachel daly #millie bright #kiera walsh #laura coombs #mary earps #ella toone #alessia russo #lionesses #all queued up

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stargirlsfc · 3 months

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The 2023 FIFA FIFPRO Women's #World11:

11 players, chosen by players.

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viandclintbarton-supremacy · 8 months

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The Golden Balls (Barca x GN reader)

(Sorry for bad grammer and mistakes. also not fully up to date with both team's players so i tried)

It was a sunny morning at the Barcelona training grounds, and F/N was out on the pitch with some of their fellow teammates from both the men's and women's teams. They were engaged in a light training session, working on their passing and shooting skills.

F/N, known for their incredible goal scoring abilities, was feeling confident and wanted to show off a bit. Ter Stegen was waiting in goal, As Alexia passed the ball toward F/N, They decided to attempt a flashy, no-look shot. With a sly grin on their face, they hit the ball looking away from the net, thinking he could bend it into the top corner of the net.

However, what happened next was not what F/N had intended. They completely whiffed it. And missed the goal completely, not toward the net, but directly toward the group of coaches who were observing the training session.

In a split second, F/N's, Alexia's and Stegen's eyes all widened as they realized the impending disaster. The ball sailed through the air faster then the eye could see, hitting one of the coaches,

"AHHHHHHOOWW"

Coach Torres, right in the golden balls.

A collective gasp and ohs echoed across the training grounds as Coach Torres crumpled to the ground, clutching his aching groin. The players, both men and women, some froze in shock whilst others started to laugh at the puskas award worthy shot. Whilst F/N covered their face in embarrassment as they looked through the gap between their fingers

Coach Torres, in quite a LOT of pain but also trying to maintain his dignity, managed to mutter, "Well, that was quite the shot, L/N." whilst slowing holding up a thumbs up

F/N rushed over, a mix of concern and embarrassment on their face. "I am so, so sorry, Coach! I didn't mean to... I mean, that was a total accident!"

The other coaches and Xavi couldn't help but chuckle or try and hold their laughs. Coach Torres, still wincing, managed a weak smile but had some evil behind the eyes and said, "No harm done, F/N. Just a reminder we are doing quite a lot of conditioning with you today" F/N wanted to protest but didn't want to make a scene. They walked back to the other players to continue training

As F/N walked, still blushing from the embarrassing mishap with the ball and Coach Torres, they found himself face to face with thier teammates

Lucy Bronze, wore an amused but cheeky smile on her face. "Nice shot, F/N," she teased, giving them a playful bump on the arm and ruffling their hair. "I've seen you score some amazing goals, but that was a different kind of 'nutmeg' altogether." F/N sighed and walked past the lionesses

Kiera Walsh chuckled and said, "You might want to stick to those incredible headers you're known for, mate. I think we need to start practicing 'no-look passes' with you, Jack." before breaking into giggles again and tried to hide behind Bronze to control her giggles

F/N stood next to Alexia who was standing with her hands behind her back and tilted her head at them

Alexia: "Well, that was certainly unexpected, F/N." F/N looked down trying to not break. "Let's hope a unluckily Barcelona fan isn't in line for one of these in a game" F/N bit their lip, supressing a laugh. Even though it was a bad though, the image of accidently hitting their own fans with a ball whilst the fan is cheering them is funny

Lewandowski before he took his shot couldn't resist teasing, "F/N, you've got a cannon for a foot. Just be careful where you point it!" F/N mouthed "sorry"

Ona grinned. "You made our training session a lot more entertaining, F/N. That was a real 'kick' in the... well, you know."

Caldentey, rested a arm on Ona's shoulder and chimed in, "At least Coach Torres won't forget your name anytime soon." F/N scratched the back of thier head.

F/N: "This isnt going away anytime soon" as they looked down. To which Walsh head popped out behind Bronze

Kiera: "Oh never!" as they proceeded to giggle and hide again

Roberto chuckled and said, "Jack, that was some next-level trick shot."

Marc-André ter Stegen offered a sympathetic nod to Coach Torres and then turned to F/n, saying, "Don't worry, Jack. We've all had our share of embarrassing moments on the field. It's all part of the game."

De Jong, simply shrugged and said, "Well, I must say that was a memorable shot."

Y/N couldn't help but join in the laughter. They had inadvertently provided a moment for their teammates and it had lightened the mood on the training grounds.

"Thanks, guys," F/N said with a sheepish grin. "I guess even the best can have their off days." They said with a cheeky grins which was responded with eye rolls and laughs

French Man from spongebob:"5 Hours later"

F/N trudged back home, still nursing a bit of embarrassment from the incident on the training ground earlier that day and feeling the pain from the heavy conditioning workout Coach Torres had imposed on him as a "reminder" to keep their shots on target.

As they arrived home, they greeted his their loyal and understanding Rottweiler, Leo. who wagged their tail in response. F/N plopped down on the couch, feeling a mixture of exhaustion and relief that the day was finally over.

Just as they was settling in, they heard a familiar voice from the window across the street. It was Mapi León, one of his neighbors, along with Ingrid Engen. F/N leaned over to peer out his window as Mapi called out to him.

"Hey, F/N!" Mapi said with a mischievous grin. "Have you checked the groupchat lately?"

F/N furrowed thier brow. Mapi and Ingrid weren't at training today, so why were they bringing up the groupchat? F/N picked up thier phone and quickly opened the team's chat.

As they scrolled through the messages, their E/C eyes widened in disbelief. There it was. a CCTV video clip of their earlier mishap with Coach Torres, shared by Raphinha who somehow got the footage.

The video was accompanied by a chorus of laughing emojis, crying-laughing GIFs, and comments from teammates who had been absent from training.

"I can't stop laughing!"

"F/N, you're a legend!"

"Best nutmeg ever!"

"Poor Coach Torres!"

"This made my day!"

F/N couldn't help but laugh themselves, even though they was the subject of the video. It seemed that the Barcelona team had an uncanny ability to find humor in even the most embarrassing situations.

Mapi and Ingrid, still hanging out of their window, were practically in stitches. "You, my friend, have provided the team with entertainment for weeks to come!" Ingrid exclaimed.

F/N chuckled and shook his head. "This is really isn't going away anytime soon"

The trio continued to chat and laugh about the incident, turning what could have been a humiliating moment into a shared joke among teammates and friends. Not knowing that a Lucy Bronze with an evil smile is uploading the video to twitter

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