A Bronze // Esme Morgan

A Bronze // Esme Morgan

Being Lucy Bronzes younger sister was fantastic yet hard at times.

Lucy was a loving, caring and proctective (!!) sister - she would do anything for you. You loved her with your whole heart and playing football at a professional level together has always been a dream of yours.

When you got your first call up, she was the first person you called. Same thing with your call up for the euros and same thing now with the world cup.

You were beyond excited. There was only one problem.

With Lucy being in Barcelona and you being in Manchester you haven‘t had the chance to tell her that you were in a relationship. It wouldn‘t feel right telling her through the phone - your excuse. At some point there was a (high) chance that she would jump into a plane and fly straight to you.

To be honest you haven‘t told her yet because you‘re scared. Scared of her reaction or rather of her behavior towards Esme. She would rip her head off. And you really-really liked Esme. Nobody besides a few of your City teammates knew about you.

"Not kissing you all day long will kill me" Esme whined as she pulled at the hem of your shirt. Your arms looped around her neck "Don‘t be so dramatic" you chuckled. Esme fake gasped while clutching her heart, making you laugh. Her favorite sound.

Arriving in camp was a relief. You and Lucy were glued to the hips, updating on your lives. It was nice to see and talk to her in person again. Until now you never realized how much you missed her.

The first few training sessions went smooth. Esme and you kept things professional - acting like friends. Yet sometimes you caught yourselves staring a moment to long at each other. You would sneak lingering touches when nobody was watching or kiss in empty rooms. You couldn‘t help it you were just so in love with one another.

"What would you think about if we told Lucy?" you asked as you sat down at the table. The table was still empty only Esme and you already sitting there with plates in front of you. "Tell Lucy what?" Said person asked. Esme chocked on her water. She didn‘t mind telling her yet she feared Lucy kind off. "Luce! Hey" you smiled through your nervousness. "Tell Lucy what?" her tone was rough. She hated when she didn’t know things- especially when they involved you, her little baby. "Oh nothing! No worries" smiling, you tried to convince the defender. Of course with no luck. "Y/n" she grumbled. "I‘m dating your sister" Esme blurted out. The whole dining room went silent. "Does she have death wishes?" someone gasped. Jordan was standing behind Lucy who was about to explode. "Come again?"

"I am dating Y/n" she took your hand to emphasize her words.

Something clicked inside Lucys mind. You dating someone? No absolutely not. "Do not touch her!" aggressivly, she parted your hands. "Y/n? Is this true?"

"Yes" you looked down, not because you were ashamed but because you felt horrible. You knew Lucys eyes would tell you that she‘s hurt because you didn‘t tell her. And you also knew that her eyes would be full of fury. "Lucy I-" abruptly, lucy shoved her plate to Jordan and grabbed Esme by the collar of her shirt. Even though the blonde was tall enough to have her feet on the ground it was still intimidating as hell. "Lucy!" you yelped. "You better leave my sister alone or you will have some real trouble. Understood?!" your attempt to break them apart was as successful as a shark trying to climb up a tree. pretty much impossible. "I'm not afraid of you" the audacity to talk only made Lucy angrier and made you smile bright. Nobody ever tried to fight your sister for you.

"That‘s enough!" Millie and Rachel grabbed Lucy and shoved her the other way. Lunch was over for her. "Fuck. Are you okay?" Worry laced your voice as Esme was free. Her hand rubbed her neck while the other one was shaking. "Ye-yeah" you pulled her down to sit. "Jordy, could you - you know?" Jordan gave you a nod before your attention was back on Esme.

Lucy was sitting in the gym trying to calm herself down. It was hard. You‘re her little girl how could she not be mad. She was hurt that you didn‘t tell her. She was mad at the fact you were dating someone. not because of a relationship but of the risk of you getting hurt. The worst pain for her isn‘t any physical, seeing you cry/hurt that‘s the worst pain.

One of your first matches for the senior team ended with you being hospitalized due a head injury. The cry of pain which left your mouth was horrific. It haunted Lucy for months. "Hey" a calm voice said. Jordan. "Here‘s your food" carefully, she sat the plate down. "Thanks"

While they ate in silence Lucy appreciated Jordan being there. "I‘ll tell you that because i'm your friend", the villa player started as they finished their meals, "that was such a shit move" which ended with a smack to the head for the Barcelona player. "It’s your sisters girlfriend"

"She‘s too young for a relationship" Jordan looked at her with her 'seriously?' expression. "Esme is not good enough" again, Jordan looked at Lucy with the same expression. "Well. Let‘s look at it from this perspective: would you rather have a total stranger to be with y/n?" No reply. "That‘s what I thought."

"Doesn't mean I approve it"

"You don't have to approve it, at least for now but for starters you can respect them."

Only a grumble was heard.

"For what it’s worth, I think they‘re good for each other"

"I don't"

The next few days Lucy didn‘t talk to either one of you yet she watched from afar. It stung. After not seeing each other for months she was now ignoring you for who knows how long. It made you sad and angry.

"You look hot" you said to Esme as there was a water break. "Than-" she started, her cheeks turning crimson. you didn‘t mean that kind of hot in the moment. Yes, Esme was hot in your eyes but - "Let me help you" with a quick squeeze of your bottle you splashed her face with water. "Hopefully, you don‘t become a mermaid" you laughed referring to H2O, a series you love. A loud gasp escaped the blonde who was chasing you by now. "Arghh come here" the defender smacked her arms around your hips, turning you around so you could face her "that wasn‘t nice, baby" she tried to have a stern face but was failing miserably. "ooopsie" catching her off guard as you pressed a kiss to her cheek, you entangled your body from her arms and ran away again.

Beach day with the team; while some of your friends were walking to the ocean others were talking or playing in the sand (tooney and lessi) whereas Esme and you sat in the sand enjoying the sun. The blonde was hugging you from behind as you laid your back on her chest. Under the sun rays she looked like a goddess. You fell in love with her all over again. "You should stare at the ocean not at me" your girlfriend whispered so she wouldn‘t ruin the vibe "you‘re way more beautiful" was your only reply. As she locked eyes with you you saw the way they lit up after your confession.

Even though you were with Esme and/or the team most of the time your heart was still broken. You missed your best friend. And your girlfriend could tell. She saw the way you would look at Lucy - she would never look back at you. She saw the way your mind was spinning, thinking about If you should approach Lucy. When Chloe (your roommate) told Esme that she heard you crying in the night the defender decided to take the problem into her own hands. It was hurting you - so it was hurting her.

"Lucy! Wait" the blonde pleaded as she saw Lucy alone. "What?" her voice wasn‘t angry or rough, it was normal yet her facial expression was stone cold. "Look, If you don‘t like me that’s fine but ignoring y/n isn‘t. It‘s her first world cup.. you should support her." Lucy didn't want a lecture so she turned around, ready to walk away. "Do you know she requested number 12 on her jersey because of you?" That statement made her stop in her track. "It was your number at the World Cup 2015. She admires you and it hurts her that you don‘t talk to her." Deep breaths, Esme, you can do it. What Esme was about to say took a lot of courage to say out loud but she knew she had to tell Lucy. "I love her, okay? I really do. She- she doesn't know that I do but I do. And I want to make her happy but she‘ll never be fully happy If you aren‘t in her life. So please.. just talk to her."

Lucy thought about Esmes words and how true they were (If someone asked her, she would never admit it). As well she talked to Jordan about them who agreed with Esme (like everybody would) and as the night went on Lucy was determined to work things out with you.

After training was finished the next day you found yourself sitting on the pitch, starring into nothing. You were exhausted. Physically and mentally.

As soon as you felt a presence beside you, you knew who it was. It was the one person you desperately wanted to talk to you. There was a silence for a few minutes. Lucy had to sort her thoughts before she could start her apology.

Esme was standing with Hempo, Chloe and Alex. Even though she knew that Alex was talking, she couldn‘t listen. She tried but her gaze kept glanzing to you. "Are they gonna make up?" Lauren asked as she saw Esme looking towards you. "I hope they do."

"I‘m so proud of you." the Barcelona player started "and i‘m sorry" she wasn‘t looking at you and you weren‘t either. You both starred straight forward. "You were a bitch" you stated. "All- all I wanted was your support" tears started to build up but you didn‘t dare to let them leave your eyes. "I know and i‘m truly sorry but you have to understand-"

"What?! What do I have to understand?! You should love me unconditionally! Not matter what," your voice started to get louder with each word.

"Stop right there! I won‘t be accused of not doing so. I was there when you had your first football match. I spent hours playing with you. I was there at every important game of yours." by now her voice was also loud. "It was me who was there every step of the way. It was me!" Well, the tears you tried not to spill were running down your cheeks faster than you liked. "Then what do I have to understand?" your voice was back quiet. Small. "I am your big sister. I need to protect you" her voice level back to normal. "Esme won‘t hurt me" you laid your head on Lucys shoulder while her arm went around your back. "I know. She‘s a good one" your gaze wandered to your love who was already looking at you with a smile on her face. "She is"

Maybe things weren‘t fully solved yet, but for the beginning it was a step in the right direction. And with the Bronze sisters back as a team and a World Cup ahead it could only get better.

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CAN WE PLEASE DISCUSS. WHAT THE FUCK GRIFFIN

WHERE…………IS HIS HAIR??😐

“abigail?” you were at the edge of her bed, kneeled down to meet her face. abby scrunched up her face before huffing while turning to face you. those pretty blue eyes met your worried expression, the mind of the muscular blonde racing with what could possibly be wrong, all while seeming to not care.

“what?” she huffed, sitting up snd rubbing her eyes. you only stood up just to attempt and scoot into abbys bed, “what are you doing?”

“im cold,” you whispered, looking at her with those puppy dog eyes she loved yet hated so dearly, “and i cant sleep.”

“jesus, youre in college, yknow. basically am adult,” abby muttered, subconsciously pushing you down to lay with her, arms wrapping around you all snug and warm. you couldnt fight the grin that creeped up on your face, burying your face in the dirty blondes chest and sighing gently.

“thank you, abigail.”

“stop calling me abigail. abby is fine.”

“okay, okay,” you let the room fall silent for a second, still trying to fight that stupid smile she gave you, “good night, abby.”

“yeah. night.”

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I can’t stress enough how much I hate this World Cup. How hard is it to just stick to your words and make a proper fucking statement instead of going back like a coward. As much as I like the Spanish league namely Barcelona I can’t stand seeing their faces, next season is going to be shit. My heart is broken for the loss of dignity these world class Spanish mfs won for themselves and it majorly breaks for the ones that didn’t get to play. If there was no statement, if they didn’t speak up, at least mapi would be on that stage, pina would’ve had a wonderful tournament, patri would’ve scored bangers. I’m not saying they should’ve shut their mouths…but they should’ve shut their mouths. Spineless cowards is what they are.

Proud of England for what they did. I definitely believe they could’ve showed up today and plans could’ve been…better. But alas, they got to the final and played their hearts out. Congrats to them and a forehead kiss for each.

And finally, thank you Sarina, fuck you vilda 🧀

You said it all, I hope those spineless Spanish cowards continue to lose like they’ve done before and that England takes this loss as another step to learn from, they’ve been incredible and they should be proud of themselves!!

me rn laying in bed being miserable bc i just made a 94 on a test instead of a 100

me when im not at the top of my class

summary: in which cortnee vine has realized her feelings for her teammate y/n l/n after a scary collision.

It was the day of the semi-finals, Australia vs England. The cheers from the Aussie crowd overshadowed the English fans. You were in the tunnel, as you were part of the starting eleven.

Your mascot stood beside you, as you gave her a small smile. Eleanor was the name of your mascot, you held a small conversation while waiting to be escorted to the field.

“You’re my favorite player, you know?” Eleanor said, as you broke out into a wide smile, that your dimples were shown.

“Really? I’ve never been told that, El.” You said, as you asked to grab her hand to which she nodded to, as you swung your arm with hers.

“But you’re literally one of the best players out there.” El cheered as you laughed, feeling a bit happy at her words.

“There are far better players, like Bonmati and Putellas from the Spanish team.” You said, as she gave you a small smile.

“Perhaps, but I like you the most. I’m a striker like you, and would want to be like you one day.” El said as you began walking out of the tunnel and onto the field.

“Don’t be like me, El. Be a better player, become a better player. Every player is different, hence how they have their own specialities.” You said, as El took your words into account.

The national anthems of both teams were played, both teams shook hands, giving a wink to Georgia who is your teammate at Bayern. She just shook her head, as she laughed. Typical behavior, you and her were known as the jokesters of the team.

Once both teams were done with the starting XI pictures, the team had gathered into a huddle as your captain Sam went to exchange the banner with Millie Bright, England’s captain.

Then the kick off began, you were in front with Sam as the game had started. Minutes have past, and no one has made a goal. Not until the 36th minute where Ella Toone scored a classic goal. It was the first point of the game, and no one has scored since then making it half time.

You walked to the tunnel along with Cortnee, your best friend that you were utterly in love with. It was obvious to others, however very oblivious to her. Mackenzie, being one of your older sister figures encouraged you to confess before it’s too late, before someone else can sweep her off of her feet. But you had chickened out, afraid that it will ruin your friendship with her, that she didn’t feel the same.

You sat beside each other in the locker room, with 6 being your jersey number, and 5 being hers. She watched as you began to fidget, you were eager to make a change to the game, eager to score. She gently placed her hand on your thigh, to which you gave her a soft smile.

“We still have a chance to change this.” Cortnee whispered. You gave her a small nod, as she returned it with her dashing smile, the one you had fallen in love with before paying attention to Tony’s tactics.

You were fidgeting because you felt as if something bad was going to happen, little did you know that you were right. In the 67th minute, as you were going for a header your head had collided with an english player.

You had landed in an awkward position, hurting your shoulder in the process. Raso has scrambled to get the ball thinking that you were fine, but you weren’t. You were laying on your back, trying not to injure your shoulder anymore. You heard a crack, wondering if you had dislocated it.

The ball had been cleared out by Sam, who noticed your unmoving body. She was the first to reach you, calling the medic as she took in your state. You were holding onto your shoulder, not paying attention to the blood above your eye.

“It’s my shoulder—I landed in an awkward position after the collision.” You said, as the team medic took out a piece of gauze, making you question.

“You have a little cut on above your eye, guessing it was the collision with Daly.” Sam said, as she assessed your injuries, seeing if you were fit to play. But she knew you weren’t, so she had told the coach that you needed to get subbed off.

On the sideline, you didn’t notice a certain forward looking at you in concern. She was pacing around, distracting the substitute players, yet they understood.

You both pranced around your feelings for each other, despite Cortnee being oblivious. The team medic decided it would be best to wrap your head, which they did.

Once they were done, you guided off the field. Mary coming in as the substitute for you. As you were in front of the team’s bench, Cortnee has pulled you into a hug, brushing your shoulder as you winced.

You felt her pull back, afraid that she would hurt you even more.

“What happened?” Cortnee asked, as you gave her a soft smile.

“As you saw, a collision to the head. But I had landed in an awkward position, injuring my shoulder in the process.” You said, as the team medic gestured for you to hurry up.

“I’ll see you later, alright Cort?” You said, as she nodded with concerned laced in her eyes. You had followed the team medic, entering the tunnel as the nearby fans had clapped for you.

In the medic room, you sat on a medicinal examination bed with your feet dangling.

“Well, Ms. L/N it definitely is a dislocated shoulder.” The team medic said, as you winced. You never really liked being injured, no one did.

“I’ll be able to relocate it, however you would need to keep the sling on, as it would support your shoulder.” He said, as you nodded, taking in a deep breath.

“Would you like me to count?” He said, as you gave a timidly smile.

“I’d rather not have you count.” You said, as he nodded putting your arm in position, as you bit on your glove.

You felt a sudden pain, making you grimace. He took out a sling, and gently put the sling on you. A knock was heard, and you looked to the door to see a certain ginger’s head peaking out.

“I wanted to visit before I get subbed on.” Cortnee said, as you nodded understanding her. The medic excused himself giving you both privacy. Cortnee slowly walked to you, and embraced you in a soft hug.

“That was a scary collision.” Cortnee said, as she assessed your injuries, her eyes landing on the sling as you nudged her.

“I’m alright, Cort. Her princess needs her knight after all.” You jokingly said, as she muttered over her breath.

“It’s more than that.” Cortnee said, as you tilted her head. In her eyes you looked like a puppy, quite cute actually.

“What is?” You asked, as she sighed.

“The moment you got had a collision with Daly, I froze. You were laying on the ground, not even moving. I thought something bad had happened.” Cortnee said, as her hand started fidgeting.

You grabbed her hands with your left hand seeing as your right arm was the one in the sling.

“It happens, we are playing a physical sport, Cort.” You said, as she sighed. You didn’t understand her point.

“That’s not what I meant—It’s just hard, okay?” Cortnee said, as you furrowed your eyebrows.

“What is?-“ You had been cut off by Cortnee, as she gently held your chin with a certain look in her eyes.

“Do I have your consent to kiss you?” Cortnee asked, as you blushed, your eyes widening.

“Everyone tells me how you’re so in love with me, I didn’t realize I was this oblivious, but now I do.” Cortnee continued, as you contemplated before giving a nod.

She smiled, before giving you a soft yet sweet kiss. It last for a few seconds, before she pulled away.

“Let’s go on a date, yeah?” Cortnee said, as she had to go.

“Yeah.” You said, flustered and in disbelief of what had happened.

“See you soon, love.” Cortnee said as she placed a forehead kiss, before heading back to the pitch to be subbed on.

Not only did Australia beat England by 2-1 securing your team’s spot in the finals, you went on a remarkable date with Cortnee. A dinner date, followed by a walk along the beach. You had also went late night swimming.