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youreacroftlara · 1 year ago

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Oh gosh @witheringdream’s idea has not left my head, and I know I’m deep into my celebrity au but I couldn’t not whip something up. Here’s my take on a potential opening chapter:

When Beatrice thought about where to go for her vacation, going back to the country where she went to boarding school was definitely not on her list.

Don’t get her wrong, Switzerland itself is beautiful.

Cities like Basel, Zurich, and Bern have their own unique charm, full of stunning architecture and rich culture - not to mention some of the best restaurants she’s dined at in all of Europe.

And of course, the landscape of the country is equally as breathtaking – the pristine lakes, green forests and majestic mountains make Switzerland a stunning destination for anyone lucky enough to visit.

Beatrice knows that, it’s just…coming back here is bringing up all sorts of memories.

Some are of course happy, but most serve as a stark reminder to the first eighteen years of her life when she was hiding in the closet, afraid to put a toe out of line or disappoint her family in any way, shape or form.

Boarding school was harsh and unforgiving, and stepping foot in this country was bringing all these emotions back up to the forefront of her mind.

It’s safe to say that she would not be back here, if it weren't for the fact that she’d won this week-long trip as part of a charity raffle jackpot.

She is currently studying for her masters degree at UCL, majoring in art history.

As a result of her dedication and hard work, Beatrice’s professors were able to help her land a job as an archivist at the Prado Museum in Madrid for her placement year.

Working in the renowned art gallery has brought many things to Beatrice’s life: endless hours immersed in archives, the joy of discovery at a new collection, and colleagues who have become like a second family to her.

She definitely didn’t expect it to unearth a side of childhood trauma as a result of a competition.

Beatrice knew it was a bad idea to take part in the raffle – something in her gut had told her not to enter when she saw the top prize was a ‘mystery trip.’

The thought of winning a holiday to a destination you have no control over sounded like Beatrice’s worst nightmare.

Not to mention the nagging voice in her head (that suspiciously sounded like her parents) told her that there was no room for slacking off when studying a masters degree.

But how could she say no to the eighty six-year old museum secretary, Maria, who’d looked at Beatrice with her kind eyes and wrinkly smile and pleaded at her to buy a ticket?

Plus it was for charity, with all the proceeds going to the Niño Jesús University Children's Hospital in Madrid.

So, Beatrice had reluctantly handed over a ten euro bill to the old woman in exchange for a pink slip of paper with the number ‘81’ printed on it.

The raffle became a hot topic in the staff break room, everyone speculating where the mystery destination would be, and what they’d do if they were lucky enough to win.

Juan would surprise his girlfriend for her thirtieth birthday.

Carmen would treat her kids to the vacation during the school break.

Isabella and her husband would dine at all top-rated restaurants.

Everyone had an idea of what they wanted to do, and who they’d take with them. Everyone apart from Beatrice.

Sure, she had made some close friends from the museum that she considered to be like a family to her, but that wasn’t to say that she was willing to go on holiday with them.

And as for her university friends back in London, they were all too busy to take a break and jet to another country at the drop of a hat.

Of course, it was just her luck that her ticket turned out to be the winning number.

So here Beatrice was, back in Switzerland in some tiny town at the foothold of the Alps, two days into a vacation she didn’t really want to be on.

Spiez is charming and picturesque; its narrow streets are all lined with traditional Swiss houses that are adorned with flower-filled balconies. The town is also situated right on the edge of a serene lake that mirrors the grandeur of the surrounding mountains.

To put it simply; it’s paradise.

But for Beatrice, the scenic beauty is eclipsed by the fact that she’s reminded of her past as well as the fact that there’s very little to do in the town — well, there’s a distinct lack of activities that she considers fun.

If you’re into partying and skiing you're probably spoiled for choice in Spiez.

Sadly, Beatrice prefers vacations where she can explore the history of a place, delve into its past at a museum, or marvel at architectural wonders.

Whether it’s studying the brushwork on a painting hanging in the Louvre, wondering at the marble craftsmanship of the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore or admiring the sheer size of the Colosseum, she would always choose history and art over rest and relaxation.

Spiez, while undeniably charming, doesn't offer the historical richness she craves. The absence of a museum or a gallery leaves her feeling somewhat out of place.

She really wishes the grand prize had been somewhere like Berlin, Istanbul or Rome — although the latter may not be the safest of places to be right now, given the Vatican explosion that happened last month.

Of course, Beatrice has tried to make the most of her time in Speiz so far.

She has spent the first two days ticking off the small itinerary list she made before she flew out of Madrid:

- Eat some traditional Rösti

- Visit Speiz castle

- Hike the circular trail

- Try some Spiezer wine

The first two, she completed on arrival to the town.

Today, the only activity she’s managed to complete so far is hiking the town’s famous circular trail around the lakeside and into the mountains. Now, she’s at a loss of what to do with the remainder of her time here.

Although…there is one activity that she hasn’t boxed off yet.

As she sits in her hotel, Beatrice talks herself into stepping out of her comfort zone.

She decides that tonight she’ll throw caution to the wind and head into town to a local bar in the search of some Spiezer wine.

And who knows, with a bit of liquid courage in her veins, maybe she’ll actually make some new friends while she’s at it.

It’s how she managed to break the ice after her first day at the Prado — connecting with the rest of the archivists on her team over a couple of glasses of vermouth.

Beatrice pulls out her phone to look up the top-rated bars in the town.

As she clicks on the link to Tripadvisor, she’s surprised to see that the highest ranked bar has an exterior that looks like a mix between a ski chalet and Santa’s grotto.

It’s very…unique to put it lightly.

She taps on the hyperlink for ‘Bar La Vasseur’ and flicks through the images – the place is a little rustic, but it looks like a quiet place to relax and grab a drink.

Beatrice scrolls to the bottom of the page and quickly skim reads the customer feedback.

Overwhelmingly, the majority of Bar La Vasseur’s reviews are positive, praising the cleanliness, cozy atmosphere and friendly bar staff.

A lot of the recent reviews keep mentioning a girl that works behind the bar called ‘Ava,” praising her charming personality and easy going nature.

‘Ava is the best bartender I’ve ever met - she’s so friendly - give her a raise!’

‘Bar la Vasseur is a must-visit for solo travellers in Speiz. Ava made me feel very welcome, and even suggested a few cocktails to try.’

‘Awesome bar, awesome drinks and awesome bar staff. Ava is the best.’

‘Ava is freaking cool and way friendly than the other guy they’ve got working there. Plus, fellas, she’s HOT!’

Okay, casual misogyny aside, the reviews all point to one thing. This spot is definitely the best bar for her to visit.

Beatrice leaves the hotel in the direction of Bar La Vasseur.

With each step, she resolves to try and make the most of her time in Spiez.

At the very least it’s a good opportunity to practice her Swiss-German — she’s a little rusty since she left boarding school some five years ago.

The bar is relatively quiet when she arrives, with only a handful of patrons scattered throughout.

As she stands in the threshold, Beatrice's eyes scan the room until they land on a girl behind the bar.

Said girl is leaning forward on the countertop, engrossed in watching something on her phone. This must be the famous ‘Ava.’

It turns out the user who wrote that crude Tripadvisor review was indeed correct — Beatrice is yet to walk over, but even from this distance, she can appreciate that Ava is very attractive.

She pushes down the whispers that form in the back of her mind; the same ones that used to berate her every time she appreciated the sight of a beautiful woman during her childhood.

It’s still new for Beatrice, being fully comfortable in her sexuality and not scolding herself every time she so much glances at a member of the same sex.

Since she moved to Madrid six months ago, she’s fully managed to embrace that side of herself. She now lives her life the way she wants to, without the pressure and expectations that her family have placed on her.

Beatrice makes her way over to the bar to order a drink and is caught off guard by the sound of angelic laughter coming from the bartender’s lips.

Ava appears to be enthralled by whatever video is playing on the screen of her phone, so much so that she doesn’t notice Beatrice’s arrival straight away.

Beatrice shuffles nervously on her feet and lets out a polite cough to grab the woman’s attention. “Verzeihung?” She asks in German.

This startles the bartender, who mutters out a curse word in English — “shit!” — and hastily puts her phone down, before she looks up to the source of the noise.

The girl’s gaze falls on her, and Beatrice immediately feels her entire throat close up as she stares into the deepest, warmest brown eyes she’s ever seen in her life.

And oh, she is well out of her depth here, because Ava is absolutely stunning and not at all what she expected. Her lips are full and a pretty shade of rosy pink, her jaw is sharp and strong, and her neck…bloody hell.

“Hey, a new face! Welcome to Bar La Vasseur, I’m Ava,” she greets, giving Beatice an absolutely beaming smile. “What would you like to drink?”

“U-Um,” Beatrice splutters, momentarily forgetting how to form words.

Ava raises a brow at her, which should really kick her motor functions into gear, but instead Beatrice continues to falter under the warmth of the girl’s gaze.

Ava watches her with amusement, her brown eyes sparkling.

“Not sure, huh?” she asks, biting her lip. “Oh lemme guess! I love figuring people out,” Ava adds excitedly, her eyes all wide and giddy.

“Okay…?” Beatrice finally manages to spit out. “Go a-ahead.”

“Hmm, an accent…interesting,” Ava hums as she looks her up and down.

Suddenly Beatrice’s ears feel very hot under the scrutiny of this pretty girl. Ava taps a finger to her lips as she ponders her guess.

“I’m guessing you're not a beer kinda gal, otherwise you would’ve ordered one right away like most of our regulars,” she theorizes.

“Correct,” Beatrice confirms, finally finding her voice. This earns her a big toothy grin from Ava.

“Knew it,” she smirks, before continuing her guessing game. “And judging by your accent, I know you’re British so you probably want something super sophisticated like a gin, or a brandy, or—”

“—definitely not brandy,” Beatrice interjects with a grimace. She shudders; that particular drink reminds her far too much of her father. “And I don’t mind gin, but I’d rather have something a little less strong.”

Ava looks at her, intrigued. “Oooh a woman who knows what she likes, I can dig that,” she grins, “I think I know just the thing.”

Ava wiggles her eyebrows in a suggestive manner. It should come off cheesy and childish, yet somehow the bartender manages to pull it off, which only serves to make her more bloody attractive.

Beatrice is unsure as to how Ava knows what she wants to drink with so little information, but it doesn’t deter the bartender.

She watches as the girl ducks under the bar to rummage through the storage cupboards; the sound of various bottles clinking together echoing around the bar.

“Where the fuck did I put it?” She hears Ava curse as she scours the cupboard for something.

The bartender pops her head back up and looks at Beatrice. “I’ll just be a second,” she tells her apologetically before turning her head in the direction of a set of stairs that lead to the upper floor of the bar.

“Hans!” Ava yells out. “Beweg deinen Arsch hierher!” - ‘Get your ass down here!”

There’s a brief pause before the sound of heavy footsteps come bounding down the stairs.

A tall blonde haired man with a mustache pokes his head halfway down, “Ja?”

“Wo ist die Flasche Seilschaft?” Ava asks him - ‘Where is the bottle of Seilschaft wine?’

Beatrice is impressed, Ava had guessed correctly that she wanted a glass of Speizer wine.

Hans shakes his head. “Wir haben nichts mehr übrig,” He replies — ‘We’re all out.’

Well that’s one thing she’s not going to get ticked off her Swiss bucket list tonight.

Ava turns back to Beatrice with a frown. “I’m sorry, but we don’t have any Speizer wine left,” she laments.

“Oh that’s quite alright,” Beatrice reassures, before adding, “That was some great guessing though.”

“Told ya I’m good at reading people,” Ava gives her a small smile before face morphs into something mischievous, “Maybe can I tempt you with something different…an Ava Special perhaps?”

Beatrice is usually super picky with her drinks, but the look Ava is giving her…she’s powerless to resist. Plus, she hates to admit it, but she’s kind of intrigued to see what classifies as an ‘Ava Special.’

“What’s that?” She asks, mirroring the smile that Ava’s giving her. This girl is infectious.

“Pfffft, only the best cocktail you’ll ever have in your whole damn life!” Ava brags, drawing a chuckle from Beatrice’s throat. The bartender leans forward into her personal space and whispers, “But between you and me, it’s just a normal Cuba Libre with a bit of a spicy kick.”

Beatrice does not do well with spice, yet it doesn’t stop her from giggling and agreeing to try the drink. “Okay, I’ll take an Ava Special.”

The bartender throws her wink and says, “Coming right up,” while Beatrice tries not to spontaneously combust.

She watches with a blush on her cheeks as Ava grabs a bottle of rum to start preparing her drink, her eyes following the bartender’s every move.

“So,” Ava pipes up as she pours a heavy measure of Bacardi into the glass, “What brings you to Switzerland….uh….?”

Ava looks expectantly at her, waiting for her to introduce herself.

“Beatrice,” she replies.

The bartender starts cutting up a lime. “Wow that's a pretty name,” she hums.

Beatrice blushes — she was never able to take compliments very well.

“What brings you to Switzerland, Beatrice?” Ava asks, her name rolling off her tongue with ease.

“I’m actually here on holiday,” Beatrice explains. “I won a competition at my placement job and they all but forced me to come.”

Ava chuckles as she grabs the drinks dispenser to fill the glass with cola. “Placement? So you’re a student?”

“Yes, I’m working at the Prado Museum in Madrid as a part of my masters degree.”

“What course are you studying?” Ava asks, her big brown eyes all enthralled as she hangs on Beatrice’s every word.

“I’m majoring in History of Art.”

“Holy shit…pretty and smart? Looks like I landed on the customer jackpot today, huh?” Ava states with a low whistle, causing Beatrice's face to redden.

Is Ava flirting with her? Or is this just some ploy for an extra big tip?

Beatrice really hopes it’s the former, because Ava is looking at her with such genuine wonder in her eyes that it actually seems like she’s interested in learning more about Beatrice’s life.

She’d walked into Bar La Vasseur wanting to try some Speizer wine, but now? Beatrice is hoping to savor more than just the local drinks.

Ava gives her a soft smile as she pops a red and white straw in the cocktail. She wipes her palms on her apron and pushes the drink forward towards Beatrice.

“Voilà!” She beams, raising her hands in the air as if she were a magician revealing a dazzling trick to an amazed audience.

As Beatrice takes the first sip of the Ava Special, the spicy kick surprises her taste buds. She manages to hide her reaction, but Ava catches the subtle shift in her expression.

Ava leans against the bar, a playful glint in her eyes. "Like it?" she teases.

Beatrice coughs, trying to dislodge some of the spice in the back of her throat, "It's definitely unique…but yes I do. I knew it was going to be spicy, but it’s actually got a surprising kick to it.”

Ava gives her a smug grin, clearly pleased with herself. "You’re very welcome,” she says, all low and raspy, “So, Beatrice, got any exciting plans for the rest of your time in Spiez?"

Beatrice takes another sip, contemplating. "Not really. I've explored most of what the town has to offer. Any recommendations?"

Ava taps her chin thoughtfully. “I take it you’ve seen the castle?”

“Yes, it was fascinating. To think it was built in the 10th century by Rudolph the second,” Beatrice clocks the cheeky look that Ava gives her, “…Sorry, I’m rambling aren’t I?” She flushes.

“You’re such a nerd,” Ava sniggers, biting her lip, “It’s cute.”

The complement only serves to fluster Beatrice further — her ears are as red and warm as her face feels.

She clears her throat. “So, yes, I’ve seen the castle.”

“Hmm, okay,” Ava hums, deep in thought.

Beatrice tries not to stare at the way she chews on her bottom lip while doing so. Oh lord…

“Ooh I know!” Ava says, snapping to attention. “Have you been to Mani’s yet?”

“Mani’s? I can’t say I have.”

“It’s this little coffee spot off the Oberlandstrasse and they do the best ham and cheese roll-ups…ugh I’m getting hungry just thinking about them,” Ava moans, her face all dreamy.

Beatrice giggles. “So they’re good? The ham and cheese roll-ups?”

“Yup,” Ava pauses briefly, before her face morphs into something mischievous, “I guess you could say that they’re un-brie-lievable.”

Beatrice shakes her head at the terrible pun, unable to stop a chuckle leaving her lips. “That was awful.”

Ava lets out a dramatic gasp, feigning hurt, “What? You didn’t like it? I know my puns are cheesy…” she trails off, watching as Beatrice laughs some more.

She’s unable to stop herself from meeting the bartender head on with her own, “I’m sorry Ava but your cheese puns are really not that grate.”

Ava’s eyes widen in surprise at the answer, clearly ecstatic that Beatrice is joining in on the playful banter.

She flashes her possibly the biggest and brightest smile of the entire evening, “Really? I thought it was a gouda one.”

“Please stop, I camembert it.”

Ava throws her head back and lets out the same angelic laugh that Beatrice first heard when she walked into the bar. Her shoulders are shaking and she’s full-on cackling at the last punchline.

Beatrice bites her lip. Ava’s laugh is a really pretty sound.

The bartender wipes a stray tear from her eye as her laughter subsides. “Seriously though,” Ava starts, “You have to check out Mani’s while you’re here.”

“I will,” Beatrice says as an idea pops into her head.

She’s not usually one to ask women out, but something about Ava felt magnetic. She’d never smiled so much, not to mention laugh…so why not see where this goes whilst she’s here?

Feeling confident she throws caution to the wind and forces herself to ask Ava the question.

“Perhaps you could show me?” She suggests, watching the surprise appear on Ava’s face.

This time it’s the bartender’s turn to bite her lip. “As a friend?” Ava asks tentatively, her voice dropping an octave.

Now or never.

“As a date,” Beatrice clarifies, her voice steady and sure. “If you’d like that.”

Where the hell was all this new found confidence coming from?!

Ava leans in, her eyes searching Beatrice's face.

"Well, Bea,” Ava says, casually slipping the nickname into conversation, her breath tickling her ear. She smells divine. “I'd say that's edam good idea," Ava whispers, her lips brushing against Beatrice’s earlobe.

Beatrice rolls her eyes and gives Ava a small smile as the bartender pulls away, trying not to focus on how hot her face feels right now.

“S-So,” she stumbles. “How about tomorrow morning? My treat of course.”

Ava visibly winces.

“I, uh, actually can’t do mornings,” she laments, “My roommate, Mary, gets me up at the freaking crack of dawn for halo training, which sucks balls, so maybe we can do lunch before I start my shift instead?”

Beatrice’s smile disappears and her face scrunches up in confusion. Halo-what now?

“Halo training?” She questions, and is surprised to see all the color drain from the bartender’s face.

Ava’s eyes widen almost comically, and for the first time since Beatrice stepped into the bar she actually looks nervous.

She’s on the edge about something — looking like she’s just revealed some secret information to Beatrice that she shouldn’t have. The bartender curses under her breath to herself before she explains.

“Yeah, um, I’m sort of doing a triathlon soon…it’s called the ‘Halo.’ It’s this big, big thing and yeah. Mary is super keen that we’re prepared for it. Hence the ‘no can do anything but train’ mornings.”

Ava flashes her a nervous smile, and waits with bated breath for her response.

Beatrice is quite an observant person, she’s always been good at reading people. Which is why she can tell straight away that Ava’s lying to her.

She’s unsure as to why Ava feels the need to be so secretive with what she actually does on her mornings, especially considering she literally just met Beatrice less than thirty minutes ago.

But whatever it is, it has Ava looking really chewed up about it. So, Beatrice decides to brush it off and not question her any further.

“That sounds intense,” she muses, before giving Ava a lifeline, “And lunchtime works for me.”

“Great!” Ava beams, the worry from her face disappears instantly. “I’m already looking forward to it.”

Beatrice gives her a small smile, “Me too.”

She drinks the rest of her drink and orders another ‘Ava Special.’ She’ll order three more before the night is out, partly due to the fact that she is unable to leave the bar due to Ava and her magnetic pull.

Their conversation flows freely for the rest of the evening with no pauses — apart from when Ava has to take someone’s order. And without even realizing, time ticks away within the blink of an eye.

Last orders are called and as Beatrice stands to leave, Ava walks around the bar to hand her a folded piece of paper with her number on it.

"In case you get lost on your way to Mani's," she says with a playful wink.

Ava pulls her in for a quick hug goodbye before heading back behind the bar to clean up.

Beatrice takes her leave and steps out into the cool night, feeling a little buzzed.

She smiles to herself.

Maybe his holiday wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

i think someone needs to write an au where ava still ends up as the warrior nun but beatrice never joined cat’s cradle and they somehow meet anyways and beatrice ends up being ava’s little secret comfort getaway that she just shows up to unannounced almost. like a superhero/spiderman situation but she’s almost never banged up cause super healing!!

beatrice could be having a normal job with a pretty good career but she’d just be still probably super repressed cause she’s spent her life trying to please her parents and ava would be forever in debt of cat’s cradle cause they gave her her literal life back so she’s never able to fully let go of them plus the halo in her back and all that.

and i think the angst potential is too monumental for someone to not come and write this shit up

#they go on plenty of dates as the week progresses #and then ava drags beatrice up on the dancefloor and they drunkenly make out #and before you know it ava’s coming back to bea’s hotel and 👀#then a few days later ava and mary have to leave in a rush and bea is heartbroken #but they end up meeting in madrid at the Prado museum and so on etc…#this has been living in my head rent free #sister beatrice #ava silva #warrior nun #avatrice

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lewisvinga · 6 months ago

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sneaky link | jude bellingham x sainz! reader

summary; y/n knew it wasn’t the best idea to sneak jude in while her family was out at dinner. but she couldn’t help but risk it despite her overprotective brother

warnings; cursing

word count; 956

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minseok-smaus @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote @xoscar03 @c-losur3 @fall-bambi

note; before you all ask no i’m not okay w the kroos news

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“Oh shit,” Y/n mumbled as she heard multiple cars pull up into her driveway. She quickly gets up from Jude’s lap and looks out her bedroom window. She mentally curses when she sees the cars of her parents, brother, and sister in the driveway.

“What happened?” He asked curiously, lifting his head from her pillow.

She picked up his white t-shirt and zip-up hoodie from her makeup chair and chucked it at him. “My family came back earlier than expected. Hurry! Put your clothes back on!”

A laugh escaped from his lips as he sat up on her bed. He sets his phone down and catches his clothes. “You weren’t complainin’ 5 minutes ago when you were on my lap and-“

“Yes you’re very hot and as much as I appreciate you shirtless,” Y/n huffed, watching her brother shut the door to his Ferrari. “My brother wouldn’t.”

“I swear he’ll like me.”

“Just because you play for Real Madrid doesn’t guarantee that Carlos won’t go all crazy big brother on you.”

“Yeah but-“

“Y/n!” Her mother’s voice called out for her from the bottom of the stairs. “We came early and brought back dessert. Come down to the backyard!”

Y/n and Jude shared the same wide-eyed look. Whenever he visited especially late at night, the backyard patio was where he usually snuck out since there were cameras in the front door. With her whole family outside, it would be more difficult to get him out.

She hears the back door open and close, meaning they’re all outside. “You can get out from the side-“ She turned back to face her boyfriend and noticed he was still shirtless. “Stop distracting me!”

Jude couldn’t hold back his laugh from her panicked face. She glared at him as he wiped the tears from his eyes, taking deep breaths to try to stop laughing. “Okay, okay, fine! I’m sorry.” He said in between laughs, putting on his white shirt.

“I don’t know why you’re so worried though. I’ve met your mom already.”

Y/n sighed and grabbed her ugg slippers. “My mom. You’ve met my mom. Not my brother or dad.” She mumbled in reply. She remembered the time she brought a boy home when she was 15. Boy did her brother scare him away. Ever since then, she swore she wouldn’t bring a guy around Carlos not until she knew he was ready to see his baby sister be an adult.

“He can’t be that bad.”

She gave him a glare and he raised his hands up in defense. She grabbed his hand as she slowly opened her bedroom door. She looks down the lengthy halls before quietly and carefully dragging him towards the staircase.

“Now, keep quiet because I don’t need Carlos seeing you,” Y/n whispers to Jude who nods in response. They made it to the bottom of the staircase and were about to rush towards the side doors when a familiar voice stopped them.

“Don’t need me seeing who?”

The couple froze in their spots, both too scared to turn around. She felt her heart stop for a second when Carlos cleared his throat again. “Y/n.” His voice was stern.

She gulped and slowly turned around. She stood in front of Jude but that did little due to his height. She was met with her brother's stern gaze. His jaw was clenched, clearly unhappy at the sight of his baby sister with a boy.

Carlos knew who Jude was. Being a Madridista since birth meant he knew every player, especially one who helped them win the league. The Ferrari driver was a fan of the English player, at least he was until he saw him standing behind Y/n.

“He was just leaving-“

“Why is he here?”

“Hello, Jude, nice to meet you,” Jude said with a smile. He held his hand out but Y/n immediately slapped it down. “What? I’m trying to be nice!”

She glanced back at her brother and took a step closer to him. “Por favor, Carlos. No hagas de esto un gran problema.” [please, carlos. don’t make this a big problem] She quietly said. “Has hablado bien de él. No cambies tu opinión ahora solo porque el es mi novio [you’ve talked good things about him. don’t change your opinion now just because he’s my boyfriend]

Her eyes were wide and her eyebrows were furrowed up, showing how much she wanted her brother to be calm about her relationship. Jude was confused as he stared at the Sainz siblings. He only knew so much Spanish and certainly not to the extent of understanding all of what his girlfriend said.

Carlos lets out a deep sigh as he gently pats her arm. “Vale.” [okay] He says after thinking for a few seconds. “So what, is he your sneaky link?”

His words caused Y/n to gasp as the English player bursted into laughter once again. “Carlos! I just said he’s my boyfriend!” She exclaimed, ignoring the feeling of her face burning up as her boyfriend balanced himself on her and tried to stop laughing.

“Why’re you sneaking him out?”

“Because of you!”

Jude takes a deep breath before standing back up straight. “Yeah, sorry ‘bout sneaking behind your back. It did kinda seem like I was her sneaky link.” He said with a smile, gently poking her cheek.

Carlos gave him a glare which made the Real Madrid’s player smile fall. The Ferrari driver immediately smiled before pulling him into a side hug. “Oye, no more sneaking around with my sister. You’re an amazing player on the pitch and just because you’ve saved us many times doesn’t mean I’ll be easy on you for dating my sister.”

“Got it, no more sneaky link meet-ups.”

“Jude!”

#footballer x y/n #football player x reader #football x reader #footballer x reader #football imagine #football imagines #football scenarios #football one shot #jude bellingham scenarios #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagine #carlos sainz x reader #formula one x reader

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barcaatthemoon · 1 month ago

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eleven || alexia putellas x reader ||

Alexia sees you in her jersey for the first time.

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Seville had been a frustrating game. You could see it written all over Alexia's face. She had expected them to do better, as had everyone else. You knew that Alexia took their somewhat lackluster performance on personally. She's bore the brunt of the loss, and it would be up to you to make things right for her when the two of you got back.

You had signed to Arsenal to join Mariona and Laia, but an early season injury sent you back to Spain. There was a great medical staff in London, but they weren't the people you were used to. Besides, it was easier to be close to Alexia as you worked on your recovery. She was one of the few people who could keep you out of your own head.

"I'm going to head into the shower, you're welcome to join me," you said. Alexia just brushed it off, choosing to flop back onto the couch and watch game highlights instead. You huffed and puffed a bit, but didn't try to get her to follow you. Shower sex wasn't in the cards for you, but you'd get Alexia when you got out. She was not going to spend all weekend cooped up on the couch when you were headed back to London for a physical in a few days.

Your shower was quick, and you were sure to use the shampoo, conditioners, and body washes that Alexia loved the most. You put on one of Alexia's jerseys from last season that was hanging up in the closet. All she had wanted for years was to see you in a Barcelona jersey, but you had refused. The Barca girls were your friends, and you'd always support them, but when it came to Spanish teams, you were a Madrid girl.

"Ale, baby, will you come here please!" you called out into the apartment. Alexia sighed heavily as she paused the video she was watching to come check on you. Alexia hadn't been sure what to expect, but you very obviously wearing just one of her jerseys as you sat on the bed was not at all it. "What's the matter? Are you still in your head because of the game?"

"Is that my shirt?" Alexia asked as she hooked her finger into the collar. You nodded as you began to turn around so that she could see her name and number on the back. "Fuck, do you have any idea how hot you are right now?"

"You can shut up, pin me down, and show me," you told her. Alexia didn't need any sort of prodding after that line. She grabbed onto your hips and dragged you backwards just enough so that her hips could easily press against your.

"This is how things always should have been. These colors look good on you, and you have no idea what it's doing to me to see you in my number with my name on your back." Alexia's fingers traced over the number and her last name as she spoke. "All of those adoring fans wearing my name, but you're the one that matters. You're the one that I want to see it on all the time."

"Ale," you whined as you pushed your hips back a bit. Alexia let her hands drift down from her jersey to tease you. You leaned forward just a bit, spreading your thighs to fully reveal yourself to Alexia. She licked her lips as she leaned over your body. You could feel her weight against your back, causing you to relax a little more.

"You want me so bad. I bet you'd lose your pretty little mind if I didn't touch you like this," Alexia said. You rocked back against her fingers, moving just enough to help her penetrate you. "You're soaked, and I haven't done anything. Did you get so wet watching me? Tell me how long you've been waiting for this."

"Ale, I always want you. I've been waiting all day for you to touch me like this. You know how you were teasing me this morning, I can't help it." The hand on your hip tightened at your words. Alexia slowly began to move you back and forth on her fingers, watching as your cunt eagerly took them in.

"Fuck yourself on my fingers. Show me how bad you want me," Alexia told you. Her grip on your hips stayed, but she stopped pulling you back against her fingers. You moved at a steady pace, adjusting your speed as your body began craving more. Alexia bit her lip as she watched you, not paying attention to where her fingers was, but rather her name and number on your back.

You were starting to get close when you felt Alexia lean over your back. Her lips pressed several kisses on the side of your neck as her fingers curled inside of you. She could feel every little spasm of the muscles inside of you, squeezing around her fingers. The hand on your hip drifted around so that Alexia could rub your clit, pushing you completely over the edge.

"Stay like this, let me soak it in," Alexia whispered in your ear as she leaned back. You were still on your stomach with your back turned to Alexia. She ran her fingers over her number a few more times before she finally turned you over and kissing you. "I love you."

"I love you too," you mumbled as you pulled her in for another kiss. Alexia stayed on top of you, cuddling up against your side. You wrapped your arm around her waist to keep her still as the two of you decompressed together. "Ale, can you get me some pants?"

"Absolutely not. I like you like this," Alexia whined. You turned your head to pout at her, and Alexia let out a little grumble as she went to get you underwear and a pair of sweatpants to sleep in. "You look good in my number."

"I had to do something to get you off the couch. I hate it when you sit there and sulk after games, especially when you win," you told her. Alexia looked like she was going to deny that she planned to sulk, but one look from you stopped that argument before it started.

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o-batll3 · 10 days ago

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hidden - m. rodriguez x reader

warnings : none? mention of hickeys , slight teasing

summary : reader has just played in the el classico for barca and is secretly dating misa who’s spots a hickey left from a few nights ago

as the final whistle blows , you throw your head back and drag your hands over your face. barcelona had won 3-0 but playing real madrid is never an easy game. you had assisted 2 goals , one long ball from the half way line through to athenea and one from a free kick.

you go around the pitch , congratulating your teammates and then the opposition. sharing words with previous teammates and players on your national team. you are speaking with alexia putellas as you lift your shirt up to wipe the sweat of your head.

‘you played well today’ she says , patting you on the head whilst smiling.

‘gracias alexia , you played well too’

as alexia walks away , you turn around to the fans , taking in the sea of blue and red in front of you. the sun is shimmering in the sky which is a clear blue. you think about the conversation that you and your sister were having about the english weather compared to the spanish warmth , making you smile at the thought of your family.

you turn away from the fans and their cameras as you walk towards the one person you were yet to speak to.

‘hola misa’ you say , smiling at her as she comes over for a hug.

‘hola y/n’ she says , wrapping one arm around your shoulder.

you knew that your teammates would wonder where you know misa from , since you hadn’t played together before and you played for different national teams.

‘i saw you speaking with alexia’ she says , looking down at you as she removes her hand and steps in front of you.

you raised an eyebrow.

‘yes?’ you reply , slightly confused as to why she has mentioned it.

‘you should be more careful when you lift your shirt up’ she states , watching you raise on eyebrow.

‘why?’ you say.

‘does it make you distracted.’ you tease , giving misa a smile.

‘hm a little. but you should be more worried about people wondering why you’ve got a bruise on your lower stomach.’

your eyebrows shoot up , as you slightly lift up the bottom of your shirt , revealing a circular grey hickey placed right above the hem of your shorts.

‘shit misa what the fuck.’ you exclaim , slightly whispering as you let go of your shirt , letting it fall past your hips.

misa let out a laugh and her lips turned into a smirk.

‘you know , it looks quite faded , maybe i should make a fresh one’

your face immediately heats up and you groan.

‘good game misa.’ you say , patting her on the back.

‘good game y/n.’

you spin and turn to your team who are about to return inside.

you are walking towards the tunnel when alexia runs up next to you.

‘so , how do you know each other.’ she asks.

even though you knew someone would ask the questions you were in no way prepared and you searched for an excuse.

‘just through mutual friends’ you say , your heart beating as she squinted her eyes , cleary not believing what you’re saying.

‘you know i don’t believe you.’

‘i know’

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wileys-russo · 27 days ago

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Alexia, “are you crying.” “No-“ “shh it’s ok” “I’m not cry-.” “Shh it’s okay mi amor.” Kitchen

cursed II a.putellas

"ale? amor can you take the washing out of the machine please." you heard the chime of the washer and called out, eyes scanning the recipe book propped up in front of you.

but when you glanced up they rolled seeing your girlfriend still engrossed in the football match on the tv. "ale. alexia!" you called again, a flick of her hand and a hum all you recieved in return.

with an annoyed huff you picked up a lemon, throwing it at her and watching as the blonde let out a yelp and almost fell off the sofa in shock. "hey! why are you throwing things at me tonta?" your girlfriend scowled holding up the lemon which had only bounced off the cushion beside her.

"because i called your name and you didn't answer, tonta!" you mocked. "can you go put the washing in the dryer please?" you repeated yourself, turning back to the pan on the stove, giving the mushrooms you were frying off a toss.

glancing over your shoulder you were appeased to see alexia no longer there, assuming she was doing as you'd asked. however when a couple of minutes later you heard the washer chime again in reminder.

"alexia?" you yelled out with a sigh, hearing your own name echoed back from the bedroom. "qué estás haciendo?" you questioned as you appeared in the doorway, your girlfriend sat down on the corner of the bed, the same football match playing on the tv that was still going in the living room.

"washing." she mumbled, pointing to the wicker basket in the corner of your room, her dirty laundry half hanging around it, eyes locked on the tv screen where the barcelona men were playing.

"i asked you to take the washing out of the machine, not- well no actually i did ask you to organise your washing but i asked you that this morning!" you realised with a roll of your eyes, the footballer merely humming clearly not listening.

"ale. are you listening?" you asked, another hum. "i am dying my hair blue." another hum, this time with a nod. "i am pregnant." another slow nod. "we are having a baby!" a dismissive wave.

"i am going to start supporting real madrid." "no en esta casa."

"you are listening!" you huffed after her last response, grabbing a throw pillow and smacking her in the side of the head, not missing the tiny smirk flashed your way before her gaze returned to the tv.

"do the washing!" you poked at her as she hummed, a squeal leaving your mouth as she trapped your wrists in her hands and tugged you down onto the bed.

"half time." the catalan hummed, gently patting your cheek and trying to lay down with you in her arms as you grunted and wriggled away. "no. now! it will smell bad if you leave it in there wet." you ordered, dodging her foot which shot out to try and push you out of the way as you stood in front of the tv.

"now putellas." you warned seriously as the blonde threw her head back with a groan, resembling that of a told off toddler as she hauled herself up, stomping off to the laundry with grumbles and glares.

"treinta años mi culo." you muttered under your breath, returning to the kitchen and sighing in relief that nothing had burned, moving the mushrooms off the heat and looking up as a loud cheer started.

"oh hijo de puta!" your girlfriend swore, kicking at the lounge as she skidded into the living room, dragging her hands down her face and swearing at the tv, shaking her hands around like a mad woman and yelling at the players as if they could hear her.

"you!" you were pulled from your thoughts again, a flick of your eyes upward meeting the midfielders which burned with passion, eyebrows knotted together in an angry frown.

"villareal scored when i was not watching, esto es culpa nuestra!" alexia accused, pointed finger outstretched at you making you snicker. "sí mi amor i waited till you left and ran onto the pitch through the tv and scored against barcelona." you pouted mockingly.

"eres una mujer maldita!" alexia grunted, a squeak sounding as she dropped herself unhappily back onto the couch, arms crossed and a permanent scowl etched into her face which made you chuckle as you started to prep the rest of the vegetables.

it was a few moments later that alexia heard it, half time called and her previous unfair grievance toward you settled, a sniffle.

but not just any sniffle, your sniffle.

the blondes head whipped upward, phone dropping from her hand and though you tried to hide it she didn't miss the way you reached up and wiped a few tears, hand covered by the hoodie sleeve covering your fingers.

in the blink of an eye she was up and on her feet, charging toward you and rounding the corner in milliseconds flat.

you tensed up and almost sliced off the tip of your finger feeling her taller form collide with yours, arms squeezing your mid section tightly and the smell of her favorite perfume invading and engulfing all of your senses.

"ale que-" you tried to ask, words smothered by her turning you around, hand on the back of your head and your face smooshed into her shoulder.

"are you crying?" "no-" "sshh it is ok." "i'm not cry-" "sshhh it's okay mi amor." your girlfriend cooed, hand stroking up and down your back as your face remained awkwardly pressed against her shoulder, hand still cradling your head.

"i'm not cry-" "are you upset i said you were cursed? i did not mean it mi vida, not at all." "cari i'm not-" "sshhh it is okay, let me hold you." "alexia i am not crying! i am chopping onions for dinner tu imbécil!"

"...oh."

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