Woso one shots

𝗟𝘂𝗰𝘆 𝗕𝗿𝗼𝗻𝘇𝗲 ➻ 𝗔 𝗩𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗲'𝘀 𝗩𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆

London, 14th February

Wembley Stadium was buzzing as the match between England and France approached its climax. England was leading 2-1, a crucial score for Euro qualification, and the excitement in the stands was palpable. That evening, I was nestled among the cheering crowd, completely absorbed in watching my girlfriend, Lucy Bronze, the key defender of the team.

Every move Lucy made on the pitch drew my gaze. Her speed and the power of her runs were impressive, and the way she battled for every ball fascinated me. I couldn't take my eyes off her, especially when she lifted her shirt to wipe the ball during throw-ins, revealing her perfectly sculpted abs. Seeing her muscles in action and her determination filled me with pride and admiration. It was like a powerful and elegant dance, and I savoured every moment of watching her up close. That evening, it wasn't just about the victory, but also the opportunity to appreciate Lucy in all her glory.

When the final whistle blew, confirming England's victory, the stadium erupted into a collective explosion of joy. The chants and cheers from the supporters mingled with the team's celebration, underscoring the significance of the win.

A few minutes later, as the stadium's excitement gradually calmed and the supporters began to leave the stands, my phone vibrated. I glanced at it and saw a message from Lucy: "Join me in the stadium tunnel. I have a surprise for you."

My heart raced as I read those words. It was our fourth Valentine's Day together, and this year, the circumstances were a bit different: Lucy had an important match. Usually, we spent the day together in a romantic setting, away from professional obligations, but tonight, my girlfriend needed to focus on her team's victory.

Descending into the tunnel, I saw her standing under the dim light, a bouquet of red roses in hand. My favourite defender was still sweating, her bun dishevelled, and she was still wearing her football kit, slightly damp from the effort. Despite the visible fatigue on her face, a radiant smile lit up her features.

"For you," she said, handing me the roses, her voice soft and full of tenderness. At the same time, she kissed me gently on the lips. "I know this isn't the ideal Valentine's Day, with the football match and all, but I wanted you to know that you mean everything to me."

I took the flowers, moved by the gesture. "Lucy, it's beautiful, thank you," I said with a smile, touched by the gesture.

Lucy gently took my hand, her warm and affectionate smile guiding me through the still-buzzing corridors of the stadium. The echoes of celebrations and cheers softly resonated behind us, mingling with the murmur of the players changing in the locker rooms.

"You know, there's still a surprise I'd like to show you," she said, glancing at me with a sparkle of happiness in her eyes.

She led me towards a side door, then we took a spiral staircase leading to the upper levels of the stadium. Eventually, we arrived on a high platform, offering a spectacular panoramic view of the Wembley pitch. The floodlights still illuminated the stadium, and the stands were now almost empty, leaving a space that seemed almost magical under the night sky.

Lucy gestured for me to turn towards the pitch, then she knelt in front of me. Her movements, though tired, were imbued with a serenity and intensity I had never seen before. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small box.

"You know, after everything we've been through together, I couldn't imagine this evening ending without showing you how much you mean to me. Every moment we've shared has proven to me that I want to build my life with you. So, even though I'm still in my football kit and it's not the most romantic setting, I wanted you to know that, for me, this moment is perfect."

She opened the box, revealing a stunning diamond ring, sparkling under the stadium lights. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of the precious stone and the tenderness in Lucy's eyes.

"Since we've been together, every day with you is a gift. I admire you not only for the incredible person you are but also for the love and support you give me. I want us to continue loving each other, supporting each other, and sharing every moment of our lives together. So, I'm wondering if you would accept to become my wife."

She looked at me with poignant sincerity, her eyes shining with emotion. "Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?"

I was speechless, tears welling up as I took in this magnificent gesture. The sweetness of her declaration, combined with the grandeur of the place and the significance of the moment, touched me deeply. Finally, I found my voice to respond, my voice trembling with emotion: "Yes, Lucy, I will marry you."

A broad smile lit up her face as she slipped the ring onto my finger, and she stood up to kiss me tenderly. We stayed there, in the silent grandeur of the stadium, our happiness resonating like a sweet and perfect melody, surrounded by the memories of a victory and the promise of a future together.