Lucy Bronze x Reader
Part One: I Prefer Gold
Posted 21/05/23, Edited 29/06/23
Since joining Barcelona at the beginning of the season there was only one thing on your mind - winning the Champions League. Okay okay, that’s a lie - there were two things. Winning the league and an English player called Lucy Bronze. You’d grown up idolising the defender from a young age and now you’re on the same team it had given you a chance to get to know her personally as well as professionally. Day and night your brain had become consumed with thoughts of the brunette - the way she runs faster than anyone you’ve ever known, the way her smile lights up a room, the way her trousers are a little too baggy but most of all you were obsessed with the way she unknowingly lifts her top up to expose her rippled abs. Well, you thought she did it unknowingly but zoning back into reality you realised she was staring right at you from across the field where she’d caught your eyes on her stomach. Noticing that you’d been caught you quickly glanced away hoping to hide your embarrassment by talking to another team mate but there wasn’t anyone around. You were the only one on the bench and unable to play off that you were just chatting to someone your cheeks began to turn red, even from the other side of the training ground you could tell Lucy was chuckling to herself. Cover. Blown.
“(Y/l/n) laps with Bronze!” the coach shouted. Great. Perfect. Absolutely bloody marvellous! Rolling your eyes as you bent down to tie your boots you then dragged yourself across the pitch to meet her at the other side. “Can’t keep away from me can ya!” her cheeky smile paired with her Northern English accent sent sparks through your body as she elbowed your side. Racking your brain for a come back that wouldn’t expose your crush on her you settled with - “who better to test my pace against?” Lucy wasn’t short of confidence when it came to her body, her capabilities in the game or her way with women. “Catch me then!” she shouted as she legged it away from you “I haven’t stretched yet!” you called out causing her to spin and jog backwards shouting “excuse, excuses!” before turning around and finishing her run. Your eyes firmly on the back of her body as the day dreaming started again while you were out of her sight.
Making sure you were ready to give her a run for her money and finishing stretching your quads you felt Lucy’s heavy footsteps approach “ready to get beaten?” she called out cockily. ”In your dreams Bronzey!” you shouted back at her as you sprinted away without warning. Lucy’s calls from behind about cheating didn’t bother you and soon faded into the distance, you just wanted to beat her by any means necessary. Reaching the other side of the field you were ecstatic, jumping around to hold a L to your forehead soon realising that Lucy hadn’t even moved. Clearly not wanting to partake in a competition under false pretences or unfair conditions you jogged back to her with a cheesey grin on your face “couldn’t stand the heat could ya?” poking her ribs. “Coach wants you to fasten your runs, that’s not gonna happen if you don’t run with me” she said defiantly. Your eyes rolled instinctively making her fold her arms and look at you disappointed. The look on her face had a slight smirk, trying desperately to seem serious when she doesn’t have a serious bone in her body, the eye contact made you feel weak. “Day dreaming about me again?” she questioned, the smirk on her face now growing. “Absolutely not, you take up no space in my mind” you punched back. Lies. She sees right through you “then why you biting your lip again?” the questioning continued. Shit. Am I? Fuck I am. “We running or not?” she chuckled again at your quick change of conversation as she got into position.
3. 2. 1. You were off. Pushing your body to it’s absolute limits trying desperately to beat her. Length after length neither of you stopped. Little digs and comments flying between you until Lucy tapped out. “If you tap out, I win!” you called to the brunette in front of you as you pulled up to the line. “You really wanna be the person who wins through default?” her eyebrows raised, challenging your competitiveness. “I guess your old age worked in my favour” you shrugged knowing the comment will get her riled up. “You’re only 4 years younger than me you cheeky cow!” she took the bait slapping your shoulder. “As I said.. Old. Age” her cockiness had obviously rubbed off on you and she wasn’t enjoying you now having the upper hand now. “No one can beat me, just get over it loser” she shoved you lightly “the only way you’d win is if I piggy backed you across this field” she laughed. “I’d like to see that!” Alexia said as she approached you both. “I wonder if you could keep up your speed carrying (y/n) too”. Lucy was adamant that she could and at the calls that training was over said it’d have to wait for another day then jogged away to get changed.
Alexia pulled you aside before heading back to the changing room, “what’s with all the flirting? You like Bronze?” shrugging at her question “eh, I prefer gold” you winked at her, not realising your crush was still in ear shot. “Oh! Stab me in the heart why don’t you!” she shouted so loud it echoed around you as she looked back holding her heart in a dramatic fashion. Your mouth dropped open at the realisation she’d heard you. “Oh yeah, this old lady has impeccable hearing don’t ya know!” smiling as she went.
Shit.
Part Two
