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Please could you do an imagine with Lucy bronze where the reader is also on the England team and gets injured during a game and Lucy is basically just being really cute and fluffy as well as a little protective 🥰

AHHH

I loved this request sm so here you go!

i feel like this could be followed up with a part 2 to expand on the reader and lucy’s relationship so lmk if you want to see that! also please feel free to keep sending in requests god knows i need inspo rn lol

A shoulder to cry on

Lucy Bronze x Reader

fluff, lil bit of angst, injury, graphic injury, pain, hurt/comfort, 3200 words

blurb: when lucy’s girlfriend goes down in a match how does she deal with it and how does lucy look react

I was too busy watching the ball flying towards goal to see the body flying at me. Too busy focusing on the Australian goalkeeper to acknowledge the knees slowly sliding under my own feet. Too busy focusing on getting my team a goal to give us a chance to stop myself from being floored by the Australian whirlwind, Ellie Carpenter. I went head first into the turf, my body flopping down onto the grass with my head dug into the dirt. My ears were ringing and I was a groaning mess. My whole body hurt and I couldn’t even muster the energy to turn over to access the damage that had been inflicted. All I could feel was gut wrenching pain, from my feet all the way to my hip.

When I was finally turned over I was met with the sight of Ellie and Steph Catley, two Australians that I didn’t want to see right now. I was a screaming, shaking, crying mess. Both women were very clearly taken aback by my emotion. The stadium was a ruckus, and as my teary eyes flashed up I saw my goal being replayed on the big screen, a goal. At least that was something, I’d done something to help us claw our way back. We were 100 days off from the World Cup start though, 100 days. Judging by the amount of pain I was in though that was nowhere near enough time.

As a professional athlete there is always the background fear that you are going to get injured. An overwhelming worry constantly in the back of your head that maybe this time it is going to be your last, maybe the next time you step on the field it might be the last time in a while. As you become a professional, as you start playing for your nation you learn to silence that part of your brain, you can’t afford to live in fear that you are going to get hurt. But watching teammates, friends, people you love get hurt, reinstalls that part of your brain, makes you wonder if maybe you are next, maybe next time it’ll be your turn. That fear though, it’s nothing in comparison to actually getting hurt, nothing in comparison to realising maybe this time it actually is your last.

That was all I could think about as the two Australian women tried to talk to me, tried to communicate with me. The first one of my teammates to rush over was Leah, who shoved both Australians away before crouching down beside me.

“Hey y/n, take a deep breath, the medics are about to get here, you don’t need to worry.”

Leah’s words were like a breath of fresh air, a break from the constant ringing in my ears.

“L-ucy, need Lucy.”

Leah nodded at me, smiling down at my face and nodding. Her hand made it’s way down to my face and wiped away the tears that were falling.

“She’s on her way angel, just stay patient for me, she’s making her way over, just take those deep breaths.”

“Hurts, hurts so fucking bad.”

Leah nodded at me, I watched her eyes creep down my body to my legs and that was how I knew it was bad, because not even Leah could avoid looking.

“I know, I know angel, I am so sorry that I can’t do anything about that. Just keep taking those deep breaths for me.”

I couldn’t help but continue to sob as I waited for someone, anyone to give me some kind of relief. All I could feel was pain and it was clear in Leah’s mannerisms that she didn’t really know how to help me, how was she supposed to help me?

“Y/n, listen to me, take a deep breath, I know you are in pain, the medics are getting here as fast as they can so you just need to take some deep breaths.”

It didn’t help that we were positioned on the opposite side of the field that the medics would be on and it was also a problem that if the umpire hadn’t blown her whistle they wouldn’t be allowed on.

“How bad is it?”

The words left my mouth in between sobs and breaths. Leah clearly didn’t know what to say, she clearly didn’t want to worry me any more but Leah wasn’t a good liar and she had a shit poker face.

“Don’t worry about that, keep your eyes on me. It’s just me and you, kiddo.”

Leah had taken me under her wing long ago, she treated me like her little sister.

I watched her eyes flash up in a panic and before I knew it she was jumping off of her feet and rushing off in the direction behind my head. I couldn’t help but turn my head to watch where she was going. I was still a little bit spaced out so it took me a few seconds to spot her out but once I did I found her rushing towards Ellie, who was sitting a few metres behind me. I couldn’t figure out why she was rushing over until I spotted Lucy approaching, running towards her, a look of absolute anger on her face. Leah was trying to get to her before Lucy inevitably got to Ellie. I watched it unfold as Lucy just made it to Ellie before Leah did, yanking her up by under her armpits.

I didn’t get to see much more, my head was pulled back to being flat on the turf by Millie and Sam Kerr, my ex-teammates from Chelsea.

“Hey y/n/n, the medics are just about to get here, it’s going to be alright.”

Millie’s tone of voice was similar to that of Leah’s, calm, patient, the voice of a captain.

“I need Lucy.”

Lucy was my other half. The love of my life, my everything. I wanted her, I wanted her to be there to hold my hand and to tell me that everything was going to be fine, even if it wasn’t.

“I know, Leah’s sorting her out, she’ll be here in a minute.”

Lucy was insanely protective over me, to a concerning degree. In the past year I’d made the decision to move to Barca, to be with her and it had been great but something I’d learnt from playing alongside her regularly was that she was a little bit too protective over the people she loved. A defender did so much as foul me on the pitch and she did everything in her power to seek some sort of revenge whether it was in the form of physically hurting them or doing anything in her power to get to them.

“I need her Mil, please.”

Millie nodded at me and then looked at Sam, I was in fucking shambles.

“I’ll go get her okay, feel better kid.”

Sam patted me gently on the shoulder before leaving just me and Millie. I was still lying on the pitch, fighting back more tears as I looked up into the sky and just prayed for this to all be over, for the pain to subside and for everything to just dissipate.

The medics were the next people to make it over to us, accompanied by Sarina and our trainer. The game had obviously been stopped for me so they seemed to be in a rush to get me off, with my goal we had a shot at winning now.

“Hi Ms y/l/n, how are you feeling?”

“In pain.”

My answer was flat and the medic let out an empty laugh at my reply.

“Okay, on a scale of 1-10 where would you put yourself at?”

“A 6.”

Sarina snorted at my reply, she knew that I had a high threshold for pain, I’d met her originally when I was playing as a rookie for Chelsea, she’d been the Netherlands coach at time and the coach for a professional team in the Netherlands which she’d tried to recruit me for but I’d turned her down. I’d never have guessed a few years later she would be coaching me on a National level.

“That means its a nine.”

I glared at Sarina, she knew me a little bit too well.

“Okay, this is a penthrox whistle, it should administer immediate pain relief, enough that we should be able to get you on the stretcher and off the pitch.”

I looked at Millie, then at Sarina, then at the Medic, immediately shaking my head.

“I’m walking off.”

All of their faces told me that I was missing something.

“I can’t allow you to do that.”

In all of the chaos, all of the emergence, I hadn’t had the opportunity to even look at the source of my pain.

Before I could say anything more Lucy was crouching down beside my head and I couldn’t have been more grateful to see her. Her hand slid into mine and just her face, her smile, it was enough to make me feel like I wasn’t fighting a fucking battle.

“Luce, can you please tell them to let me walk off the pitch, just let me have that.”

I was fighting back tears and I could tell that Lucy was fighting an internal battle. Her eyes flashed down to my legs and then back to my face and just the split second gasp was enough to tell me that it was bad, really bad. Her hand fell to my face and that was how I knew it was not good and that was when I started sobbing again.

“How bad is it? Stop beating around the bush just tell me.”

All of the people above me looked between each other before the medic spoke,

“Your knee is dislocated, you’ve got some deep lacerations and stud marks in your shins and a piece of your tibia is sticking out of one of them. You are bleeding a lot, we need to get you off the field and to hospital, take the green whistle and we’ll get you off the field as soon as possible.”

Those words hurt, a lot, more than the injury itself. I nodded to the medic, I wasn’t walking off the field with that list of injuries, I was surprised I was still conscious with that comprise of injuries.

“Baby, just take the pain meds, you're in enough pain.”

Lucy’s voice, her convincing was probably the only thing that made me nod my head and let them pass me the inhaler. I got straight to inhaling it, and within the first ten or so inhalation I felt the pain relief start to kick in. It was good, it made me feel almost ten times better. Lucy was there the whole time, whispering sweet nothings into my ear as they medic attended to my legs and Sarina wrapped a blanket around my shivering upper half.

It was about five minutes before I was floating on a pain free drug induced cloud. When that happened they started to transfer me to the stretcher, with the help of Sarina, Lucy, Millie, Leah and the two medics. It was a touchy process, they were very clearly trying to keep the movement of my leg limited. The actual movement of getting me onto the stretcher had me screaming, pain relief or not it hurt insanely and I knew at that moment that my World Cup dreams were pretty much over. I cried the whole way to the ambulance. Lucy and my teammates had to desert me once I made it over to the sideline so they could finish off the game, eventually, along the way I passed out from the mixture of drugs and blood loss, something I was grateful for.

When I started to stir I had a headache but I felt warm. It took me a few seconds before I cracked my eyes, it was dark outside, my room was dark. But not so dark that I couldn’t make out everything around me, the lights from the hallway and machines giving me a steady source of light. The first thing that I saw was that a big percentage of the Lionesses were piled into the room, Georgia, Leah and Keira and piled onto a pull out sofa, Rachel, Millie and Mary sharing the spare cot beside me and a few of the other girls scattered in seats across the room. It was cute, looking at all of my teammates who were clearly gassed from the game but still here. Sarina and Lucy were slumped in the seats immediately to my side. Just as I let my eyes float over to Lucy her own blueish eyes tiredly connecting with my own. A tight lipped smile made its way to her mouth as she acknowledged me.

“Hey baby.”

Her voice was hushed, it was clear she was trying her hardest not to awaken any of our teammates. As she blinked away the sleep she slipped her glasses over her face, locking her eyes properly with me once the frames were slipped over her eyes. Her voice was enough to put more tears in my eyes, I was pretty sure I’d cried enough tears for about six people.

She stood up quietly, letting her hand fall to my face, gently rubbing a circle against my cheek. It was enough to have my lip trembling and my eyes darting across the room. Before I knew it I was a pleading staggering mess.

“Why me? Why now?”

Lucy’s facial expression just broke into a frown and I could feel her worrying from a few centimetres away from me. Before she said anything she pressed her lips to my forehead. I sobbed into her, not really worried about waking up any of our companions.

“I know sweetheart, I know, it’s okay, I’m going to be here for you every step of the way.”

My breaths came out in hiccups and the hospital gown I was in clung to my body with the sweat that I was producing from working myself up.

“How bad is it, did we win?”

My words came out in pieces, it sounded like my Spanish, which was very rough and not very consistent.

“No, but don’t worry about that. They relocated your knee, you had to have surgery on your leg but it’s just a metal plate and some stitches for the lacerations from Carpenter’s boot.”

I honestly felt bad for the Australian defender, she’d had it bad enough with the press for the last while, let alone getting someone else’s blood all over their cleats.

“So my world cup dream is over.”

Lucy let the words hang in the air for a few seconds, it solidified the words in the room.

“Hey, not necessarily. The doctor said that the surgery went really well, that the fracture was pretty minor and that he expects a speedy recovery. You could be back running in 4-6 weeks.”

Even Lucy didn’t sound that optimistic, it was clear she was trying her hardest but she was struggling.

“My fitness will be shot, 4-6 weeks off the pitch pre world cup practically guarantees my spot gone, even if I’m running, in what world would Sarina take the chance of putting me on the pitch.”

Lucy’s brow furrowed, it was hard to catch in the dim light but I managed to with my eyes adjusting to the darkness.

“I won’t have anyone putting my girl down, especially not you. You will be fine. I can’t promise you that you will make it back on the pitch, you will make it to Australia, if it’s the right fit. Maybe it won’t be, maybe that’s fate and I know that’s shit to accept, shit to get the short straw and I am so sorry that you are in that position. If I could switch with you I would. I would do anything for you and you know that, I’ll be here for you everyday, I will give up anything to make this easier for you, I can promise you that. I can promise that I’m here to be whatever you need. You need a shoulder to cry on? I’ve got two. You need someone to listen? I’ve got two working ears and great advice if you want it. You need someone to just be here for you? I will sit with you for as long as you need.”

Lucy’s words hit home for me. She had always been willing to do anything for me, she’d walk to the ends of the earth to do anything for me, she’d made that clear from when we’d first met. I’d been apprehensive from the beginning but she’d fought and fought until I’d given into her and when I had I’d fallen head over heels in love with the woman.

I moved myself over in the bed and patted down next to the space I’d left open beside me. Luc seemed apprehensive to begin with, her eyes darting between my leg and my eyes.

“Please, I just want my girlfriend to hug me, can I have that?”

Lucy bit her lip, she was clearly a little bit nervous about the idea but her slumped shoulders and tired eyes were enough to tell me that she was tired and just as needy as I was. Neither of us slept well without the other, on the rare occasion that we were separated we both struggled with the loss of contact.

“I’m not sure y/n/n, I don’t want to hurt your leg.”

She was so cute when she was nervous, her voice a nervous murmur. I put her worry to rest fairly quickly though, the pain meds were running through my veins and I was equally as tired.

“Luce, my bad leg is on the other side, I just need some contact, I need to feel loved and comfortable and this hospital bed is making that hard, so please, just hug your girlfriend.”

Lucy sighed and nodded at me, she couldn’t deny me, ever, I had her wrapped around my little finger.

“Alright, how about I slide behind you and you can rest against me?”

It took a little bit of push and shove and some wincing and pain on my side but eventually we got Lucy situated behind me, up against the pillows. I was resting comfortably against her chest and stomach, my head resting in her neck. It was everything I’d needed to make me feel a little bit better and once we’d both gotten settled I smiled up at her gratefully. She pressed her lips to my forehead, I swore that I could feel the compassion behind it but maybe that was the morphine speaking.

“I love you.”

She’d smiled down in that goofy way that she did when I gave her a compliment. Lucy was a goofball, it was one of the things that I loved about her. She was always laughing and making people around her laugh, she was just full of good energy and it made me a better person.

“I love you too, my love, always, get some rest. It’s all going to be okay.”

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updownlately · 1 year

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i know that you love me (even when i lose my head)

| alessia russo x reader | fluff | 2.0k | inspo: moon and back by jvke and guillotine by jon bellion | a/n: thanks for you patience with this one mate! hope you like it! this one was a long time coming with a handful of hurdles but we got there.

~~~

“Okay, but what if they don’t like me? Especially since-”

“-Less,” you tried interjecting, not managing to stop the striker from spiralling deeper into her panic, her pacing making you dizzy.

“I swear I didn’t mean to tackle Caitlin so harshly when we played-”

“Lessi-” you cut in again, unsuccessful once more.

“Oh my gosh, she’s a front-line player too…what if she doesn’t pass me the ball? Or worse-”

“Alessia!” Your voice was firm this time, nearly teetering on the edge of a shout but managing to cut the blonde’s inner monologue of anxiety short.

Reaching your hands out to where she had frozen from her marching, nearly right in front of you, you intertwined your fingers before pulling her to sit beside you.

Nervous energy near palpable, the tension rolling off her in waves, you brought your interlaced hands up to your face, kissing each of her knuckles soothingly before turning ever so slightly to face her.

“I’m sorry...”

The quiet utterance of the words from the girl to your left had your shoulders dropping, annoyed at yourself for making her feel small.

“Love, you don’t have to apologize for anything. You’re allowed to be stressed, worried, whatever it is that you’re feeling…” You kept your volume low, an apologetic note in your tone, praying the words reassured Alessia from her worries.

Continuing, you figured you may as well state the point you originally wanted to, having been displeased with how unconfident Alessia appeared at the thought of meeting her new team- your team of three years.

“Listen, you’ve met majority of the team before and they love you. Scuffles on the pitch don’t change that, alright? And we’re your new team, you’re a Gunner now, you’ve pretty much been considered a part of us ever since you visited back in January…the world cup passing by doesn’t change anything.”

“But that was as your girlfriend! And as Leah and Lotte’s national teammate! Not as Alessia Russo ‘new signing for Arsenal’!”

You placed a hand on the blonde’s thigh to grab her attention again.

Taking note of the worry lines littering her face, you gently reached across with your other hand, it coming to rest on her cheek as you smoothed out the wrinkles on the bridge of her nose and forehead.

And as Alessia’s eyes fluttered shut at your ministrations you smiled, gently running over the little hills and valleys until they disappeared.

Happy with the result, you began to pull your hand back, only to put it back on the other girl’s cheek when you noticed her face scrunching with displeasure at the absence of warmth and touch.

Ignoring how much your back was protesting this awkward position, your body half turned, right arm crossing over your whole torso, you focused on bringing comfort to your girlfriend.

Voice dropping low once again, you hoped your words comforted the blonde as wholeheartedly as your emotion backing them.

“They love you already, trust me okay? I swear to god each day Steph and Kim ask me when I’m adding you to the group chat- which speaking of remind me to do later? I keep forgetting. But anyways, seriously…they’re all so excited to meet you as a teammate and of course as a friend. Girlfriend and national teammate Alessia isn’t different from teammate Alessia. You’re still you and they’ve loved your company in the past and they no doubt will love you now and later, capeesh?”

And when Alessia timidly nodded at your words, a small smile finally appearing on her lips, you smiled back, a quiet breath of relief leaving you.

You considered sharing the idea that had been on your mind, a last resort, a last ditch effort to soothe your girlfriend’s panicking. You initially thought that she wouldn’t like the idea, you aware that the blonde wasn’t a fan of meeting new people in huge groups, but it was worth a shot right?

Voice still gentle, each word coming out slowly, judging her response after each syllable, you watched carefully for Alesia’s reaction at your words.

“Would it help if we met with a handful of them before our first practice? Maybe a game night or dinner at ours or someone else’s place?”

Just like you had figured, Alessia froze up, ocean eyes widening comically before meeting your own.

“I- uhm? Maybe?,” she just barely managed to squeak out.

You let out a gentle smile, pressing closer to Alessia in order to place a gentle kiss to her forehead. Lips meeting her hairline you murmured against the blonde before pulling her into a hug, arms wrapping around her shoulders.

“How about you let me set up a dinner, with just a few of the girls yeah? Trust me?” And as you felt her nod against you, her own arms coming to settle around your waist, you smiled softly, excited for her to finally be playing with you, for her new beginning and the new friendships you knew she was absolutely going to have.

~~~

“I think I regret setting up that initial dinner, not going to lie.”

You wished the quiet words coming out of your mouth were only a joke but in all honestly, they were spoken in at least half honesty. Ever since you had set up that initial dinner, majority of the team meeting for a game night as Beth and Viv’s (and Laura’s) place, Alessia’s initial worries had been more than washed away, the blonde fitting perfectly in with the squad.

From helping Viv and Kim with the cooking to floating across the room and reminiscing about camps with Lotte and Leah, to talking to Katie and Steph about the world cup, Alessia was everywhere, her nervousness seemingly quenched, moving with ease.

You had quietly observed, as the night passed on, the way her still shoulders slowly relaxed, her smile getting brighter in the ever dimming light outside, nearly lighting up the room inside by itself. And when the blonde tucked her into your side as the energy of the room slowly waned as the night progressed, you could see the glint in her eyes, a content smile lazily on her face as she pecked your cheek in a silent thanks.

But since that day? Since that day you were sure the rest of the team had seen your girlfriend more than you had. The two weeks of time off you (and the rest of the girls competing in the world cup) had been given coming to a near end and you had barely seen your better-half after the first two days.

You were glad that she was fitting in well with the team, it’s of course what you had wanted after all. But right now? You wanted to go back in time and not plan that dinner.

Here you were, first day of proper training with the rest of the Gunners, in your apartment trying to gather your things at nearly nine in the morning, grumpy with the early start the after a blissful fortnight of late nights and even later mornings.

As you struggled to find your left cleat, something you had somehow managed to misplace after the flight back from Australia, you could her the impatient huffs escaping Alessia, the blonde having been ready to go to practice since last week.

“Babe, please can you hurry up? We need to get to practice!”

You closed your eyes, quelling your annoyance at yourself down. Muttering underneath your breath, you tore open your kit bag, looking for your second cleat. “Yeah, let me just look harder? Because that’s going to find my boot…”

Unironically, no quicker than the words left your mouth did your hands meet the hard bottom of your desired object, the orange shoe making itself known from under the pile of extra clothes you stashed in the bottom of your kit.

“Okay I’ve found it! We can-“ No sooner than did the words escape you did you hear the lock to the door opening, Alessia slipping out of your apartment, the excited patter of her feet getting quieter with each second that passed.

You laughed silently to yourself, mood lifting quickly at the other girl’s excitement.

Grabbing the keys to your car because of course the girl with the Mercedes rather not drive, a passenger princess if you’ve ever seen one, you followed.

Locking up behind you, you knew for a fact that the blonde was probably mentally face-palming right now, her forgetfulness that you had the keys not an uncommon occurrence. Yet, you were glad for the quick moment of peace.

Since the pair of you had woken up, the normally groggy striker had been bouncing around your shared place, channeling the energy of a five-year old on a sugar rush. Between tugging you up to brush your teeth with her to scrambling off to start on coffee on breakfast, the blonde had been constantly on the move, a grin on her face

You knew it was in no doubt due to the excitement of seeing her friends, new and old, that the worried Alessia from a few weeks ago was nowhere to be seen, instead replaced by this overgrown child that you couldn’t help but find adorable. As adorable as it was however, you were grateful for the breather as you caught the elevator down, nowhere near enough energy in your body yet to stay caught up with the blonde.

Finally making your way down, a ding signaling your arrival at the floor of the car park, you walked towards your car. Approaching it however, you hung your head trying to hide your smile at the sight in front you.

By the passenger door sat Alessia, her tall body folded up in a small ball as her bag laid beside her. Her smile hadn’t left her face, only slightly dimmed, her eyes sparkling however, as she heard your footsteps approaching.

“Were you planning on leaving without me?” You teased, dangling your keys in the air before reaching a hand out to pull the taller girl up.

Sheepishly the blonde wrung her hands. “I forgot you had the keys…”

Shaking your head in amusement you chuckled, moving to open the passenger door for the blonde before rounding the car to your own.

~~~

One loud-music packed carride later, the two of you found yourself in the training ground parking lot, Alessia nearly leaving the car before you could put it in park. And as you grabbed your kit bag from the back seat you could hear the Englishwoman’s voice as it began to fade out.

“Walk faster! C’mon! I don’t want to be late!”

Running to catch up to her, you grabbed Alessia’s free hand with your own, fingers intertwining with her own, forcing the striker to slow down to your pace.

“And to think two weeks ago you were nearly talking my head off, anxious about meeting the other girls…” You laughed as you spoke the words, the way Alessia was pulling you along to try and cut the few minute walk to seconds reminding you of your nieces and nephews when you took them to the park.

“Love relax, they’re not going anywhere…” Eyes filled with mirth, you let yourself be dragged into the facility and towards the locker room, grins not leaving either of your faces.

It was only when Alessia stopped in front of the entrance to the change room, music nearly audible through the wooden door, that you tilted your head, smile falling as it was replaced by confusion.

“Less what-“

“I love you.” The raw, unprovoked confession had your smile appearing within milliseconds, hand coming to wrap around Alessia’s shoulders, pulling her in for a hug as you tried to hide just how wide you were beaming.

“I love you too, dork. Now, we got a team to join yeah?”

Committing Alessia’s returned grin to memory, you let yourself be pulled into the chaos of the locker room, excited to see what the season would hold, not only for you, but the team and the endearing blonde that you got to call yours.

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