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insidekatmind · 7 months ago

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That Girl Is Mine ~ Kylian Mbappé × Reader × Vinícius Jr. (Feat. Jude Bellingham)

Madrid was the city of lights, football, and dreams. The Spanish capital buzzed with fans, paparazzi, and tourists wandering through its charming streets. You were there, an ordinary girl thrust into an extraordinary world. You worked as a sports journalist, but what no one knew—and what you carefully kept hidden—was your secret relationship with Jude Bellingham, the young talent of Real Madrid.

But your life was far from simple. Aside from the secrecy, there was a rather... awkward issue: two of your most famous colleagues, Kylian Mbappé and Vinícius Júnior, seemed to be in a constant battle for your attention.

It was a crisp December evening, and the Santiago Bernabéu was still glowing under the post-match lights. Real Madrid had just won an important match, and as usual, you were busy navigating the post-game interviews. Jude had thrown you a quick, meaningful glance as he passed by. That subtle smile of his was all you needed to feel reassured, even though you had to pretend it was just a casual gesture.

You were packing up your things when Kylian approached you. Still wearing his Real Madrid jersey, his forehead glistening with sweat, his confident and charming smile remained intact.

"Are you sure you don’t want to stick around for a drink with us? I’ve noticed you work too much," he said, his tone low but loaded with a suggestion you couldn’t ignore.

You smiled, keeping your tone professional. "Thanks, Kylian, but I have a lot of work to do."

"Ah, work, work..." he replied, shaking his head. "Sometimes, you need to live a little. You know, there’s so much of Madrid you haven’t seen yet. I could show you the city."

Before you could respond, a familiar voice interrupted the conversation. "Show her the city? Kylian, I don’t think she needs a guide. I’ve lived here longer than you, remember?"

Vinícius had appeared beside you both, a provocative smile on his lips. It was clear he had been eavesdropping on every word. His eyes gleamed with challenge as he looked at his teammate. You, caught in the middle, felt like a pawn in a game you hadn’t chosen to play.

"Vinícius, same old," Kylian replied with a smile, though his eyes betrayed a certain tension. "I wasn’t talking to you, anyway."

Vinícius turned to you. "So, what do you say? The city of Madrid is much more interesting than Kylian can make it seem. We could explore the real neighborhoods, away from the tourists."

It was as if the world had stopped around you. You needed an excuse, fast. "Thanks to both of you, but honestly, I’m tired tonight. Maybe another time."

They didn’t look convinced, but there wasn’t much else they could do but let you go.

Later that evening, you were finally home. Your phone buzzed, and you smiled at Jude’s message.

Jude: "Everything okay? I saw Kylian and Vini hanging around you… I’m jealous. See you tomorrow after training, okay?"

You quickly replied. "Everything’s fine, I promise. See you tomorrow."

Your conversations were simple, sweet, and reassuring. Jude was your anchor amidst the chaos. But the next day, things became even more complicated.

During training at Valdebebas, you were there for a series of interviews. It was impossible to ignore the looks Kylian and Vinícius kept throwing your way as they ran on the field. Even Jude seemed to notice, though he remained focused on his drills.

After the session, Kylian was the first to approach. "You know, yesterday I couldn’t help but notice you always seem distant. Is something wrong? Can I help?"

You were trying to form a reply when Vinícius interrupted, wiping his face with a shirt. "Hey, Kylian, are you interrogating her? Maybe she just wants a bit of peace."

"Maybe you should mind your own business, Vini," Kylian shot back, his tone irritated.

"Guys, please," you intervened, trying to stay calm. "I’m just doing my job."

But inside, your heart was pounding. Their interest was flattering, but also a problem. You couldn’t afford for anyone to find out about your relationship with Jude. And yet, every glance and every word exchanged only heightened the tension.

That evening, as you sat with Jude at your secret spot—a small café hidden in the heart of Madrid—you told him everything. He listened attentively, his face serious.

"I don’t like the way they’re acting," he said, squeezing your hand under the table. "But I understand we can’t do anything for now. I promise we’ll find a way to live all of this out in the open one day."

You smiled at him, feeling safe in his presence. Jude wasn’t just your boyfriend; he was your refuge amidst the chaos of a life that felt like a novel. But you knew the story between you, Kylian, and Vinícius was far from over. And Madrid, with its lights and secrets, was the perfect stage for the next act.

The tension was palpable, like a taut rope about to snap. Over the following days, Kylian and Vinícius’s gestures and attitudes became more explicit. Seemingly innocent comments turned into subtly suggestive remarks, lunch invitations, and lingering glances. Jude, despite his calm and rational nature, had begun to show signs of irritation.

One evening, after a crucial match at the Bernabéu, things came to a head.

After the game, while you were gathering material for an article, Vinícius approached you in the tunnel leading to the locker rooms. He was still sweaty, but his mischievous smile was flawless.

"So, have you thought about my invitation? I’ll take you somewhere no one knows, guaranteed. Just you and me, no distractions," he said, his tone a bit too familiar for your liking.

Before you could respond, Kylian appeared behind you both, interrupting the conversation. "Ah, Vini, aren’t you tired of playing the romantic? Sorry for you, but I think her time is already booked for the evening."

You sighed, trying to stay calm. "Guys, enough with these games. I’ve already told you I’m not interested."

Vinícius laughed, leaning slightly forward as if he found it all incredibly amusing. "Really? You don’t seem that uninterested."

It was then that Jude appeared, striding out of the locker room with a determined walk. He wasn’t smiling. In fact, his face was tense, his gaze a mix of anger and resolve.

"Vini, Kylian, stop," he said, his voice calm but authoritative. Both turned to him, surprised.

Kylian crossed his arms, frowning. "And what does this have to do with you, Jude?"

"It has everything to do with me," Jude replied, stepping closer. He glanced at you briefly before addressing them directly. "She’s my girlfriend. And she has been for a long time. So, with all due respect, you need to stop."

The silence that followed was deafening. Vinícius and Kylian stood frozen, unable to hide their shock. Your heart was racing, but you also felt a sense of relief. Finally, the truth was out.

"Are you serious?" Kylian asked, incredulous. "She’s...?"

"Yes," Jude said firmly, locking eyes with them. "And now that you know, I’m asking you to respect us."

Vinícius looked almost offended. "And you thought to tell us like this, after all this time? Maybe you should have made it clear earlier."

"It wasn’t your business," Jude shot back, his tone hard. "But now you know. Enough with the games."

Kylian ran a hand through his hair, trying to process it all. Then he looked at you, a hint of disappointment in his gaze. "And you? Why didn’t you ever tell us?"

"I couldn’t," you said, your voice firm but calm. "We wanted to keep it private. That doesn’t mean I was playing with you."

Kylian nodded slowly, as if trying to come to terms with the situation. Vinícius, on the other hand, looked less convinced but said nothing. After a few moments of tension, they both walked away, leaving you alone with Jude.

As soon as they were out of earshot, Jude turned to you, his face softening. "I’m sorry, but I couldn’t stand seeing them act like that anymore. They needed to know."

You stepped closer to him, placing a hand on his arm. "You did the right thing. I couldn’t take it anymore either."

Jude sighed, pulling you into a hug. "From now on, no more secrets. I don’t care what people say. What matters is that it’s us."

You melted into his embrace, finally feeling free. Even though you knew the gossip would start soon, you didn’t care anymore. Madrid was full of secrets, but yours was no longer one of them.

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moviestarmartini · 1 year ago

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la playa - jude bellingham x reader

" yo te lo hice a ti en la playa / justo al frente de la orilla / ella y yo no somo' nada pero solo entre comilla "

pairing: jude bellingham x latina!reader

summary: situationship!jude asked to spend the summer vacations with you. he's been looking at you with something other than his hungry eyes for some time now.

wc: 2.0k

warnings: really short instagram aus at both the beginning and the end, situationship where they both clearly fell for each other but won't discuss it, pet names in spanish, NSFW, semi-public sex, soft dom!jude if you squint, teasing, p in v, praise, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it y'all), creampie, cockwarming, fluff (aka two big goofs in love).

A/N: i haven't written a fic in more than a year but i'm on break from uni and this man has been plaguing my every thought UGHH i'm also tired of january, it should be spring break already so i'm manifesting that energy into both this fic and the new year !! reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated :>

now playing... la playa by myke towers

yourusername verano contigo 🤍

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked, settling your phone down after the content had been uploaded.

You met Jude by spare chance. You’d been living in Madrid for a bit more than a year, occupied with your studies by the time the star boy reached the promised land. Jogging in Valdebebas at six thirty in the morning and having a black car pull up next to you was the way you were sure you were leaving this earth, instead finding a footballer asking for directions at the other side of the rolled-down window.

You easily discover the real reason later on. He was not lost, but had seen you around the residential complex; he’d only gotten the courage to talk to you after taking a big jug of coffee that morning, or so he claimed.

You’d noticed he had been staring at your glistening skin as you tanned your backside, but decided against commenting until the cheeky smile started to blossom. “Nothin’ “ He shook his head, but a tiny smile was half hidden behind his plush lips, giving away other intentions. The sun was so bright it was dazing, you’d sat under it for a while now hoping to darken your skin. The heat felt funny inside your tummy, similar to how Jude made your guts churn whenever he hooked your legs over his shoulders. “You’re sitting too far. C’mere.”

“Jude, mi rey, we’ve been holding hands the whole time I’ve been tanning.” You replied shortly, looking at him from behind your shades.

“Not close enough.” He practically whined, tugging at your arm with need, coercing you to get up and sit on his lap under the shade.

“Better?” You asked from your newfound place in his crotch, warm bodies coming in contact as you settled. You noticed him nod, his arm wrapping your waist in a way his forearm rested against your bare abdomen covering your belly button.

“Why won’t you post me?” His lower lip puckered out, eliciting a laugh out of you as you turned to face him briefly before turning towards the vast ocean in front of you. A small groan left his lips at the innocent movement.

After analyzing the vivid memory of his face, and thinking through your words, you spoke up. “Didn’t know if you wanted me to.” Once again, got comfortable in his lap. A sigh followed, coming from the man behind you.

“Have I ever told you how much I like that bikini on you?” Jude spoke after a minute or so of comfortable silence. You felt him toying with the drawstring of the bottoms. You could also feel something poking at your bare ass. “But not as much as I like you…”

“I think you’ve mentioned how you wanted to take it off.” Your voice barely came out; a mumble almost, ignoring the last sentence. Your heart thud against your chest, louder than it had done before when he questioned his presence— or lack thereof— in your vacation post. You peered around the area, only to find the waves crashing close to your beach beds’ location, and pearl-ish white sand spread for miles on end— just the two of you.

You felt him nod again, his chin brushing against your shoulder. Though he confirmed your suspicions of his true intentions, Jude’s hand didn’t undo the strap that held together the skimpy bikini. Instead, his fingers trailed the hem of the swimsuit, barely touching the warm skin. “Can I?”

The tone of his voice was low, the manner only brought goosebumps down your spine. But you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of being eager, or at least the stupor of the hot day didn’t allow you to nod fast enough for you to look desperate. “You don’t know how happy I am to get you like this…” His hand sneaked under the piece at a painfully slow pace. Even though you knew what was going to happen, your breath got stuck in your throat.

“You always get me like this whenever you please.” It could be a complaint coming from anyone else, but it was just the reality of the situation. The relationship between you and Jude was… unclear. Feelings had been owned up to, but a title hadn’t been discussed. In fact, this was the first trip you tagged along; he asked you personally to do so. But you still decided against reading too much into it.

“You were saying, love?” Jude chuckled with malice, smirking at the way your skin prickled up at his touch applied to the bundle of nerves between your legs— which also spread involuntarily to give him better access. The way your words morphed with the moans and delirious sighs brought only further satisfaction to the British national.

“Don’t get all sassy with me.” You complained through a breathy laugh, eyes falling shut. His other hand trailed upwards your torso, to rest against your breasts and get straight into the task of cupping the left one first. The circles to your clit were steady, too steady for your liking. But still good enough to enjoy, and your moans let him know he was doing a stellar job. As per usual.

“What do you want, amor?” You managed to ask. Jude could’ve internally cursed, you knew him too well. A little too well for his liking. Instead of providing an answer, he pressed harder against your clit, the pressure catching you off guard, doubling down the attitude too.

“You,” Jude replied after what seemed years after he couldn’t take any more of your squirming. “Just you, all for me.” You could feel his stubble brushing against your shoulder before his lips pressed onto the length of your neck. It was all too much for you; the heat, the bright sun, the dryness settling in your tongue, his hands touching your body, his hard, clothed cock pressing against your backside, and the coil tightening in your lower stomach.

But he stopped.

Almost bewildered, you gasped, at the same time he undid the bunny ears that kept your swimsuit together. A smile crept onto your face as you turned to face him, thighs on either side of his hips. “You’re looking at me like that again.” You noted humbly, undoing the string of your bra. He couldn’t even formulate a response at the sight of your bare body, eyes scanning every inch, adoring the fresh tan lines.

“How could I not? You’re perfect.” Jude breathed out, leaning forward to catch his lips in yours. It was slow, but oozing with need and passion. You felt a pressure built up in your stomach, sparks, but you hesitated if he ever felt those around you.

“My perfect girl.” He breathed against your lips, hands holding onto your hips as he watched you undo the string that held his swimsuit tighter to his waist. He helped you pull the item down, barely resting at his upper thighs.

He leaned forward once again to catch your lips on his, letting out a tiny groan as you leaned further, just to tease him. “Kiss me,” Jude whined, stomach tightening at the firm grip around his shaft.

“Tranquilo, mi rey.” You cooed, working him up by rubbing his swollen tip on the warm and wet hole before finally sinking down his length. A pair of harmonious groans left both of your lips once you sat in his lap again, hips circling to get accustomed to the stretch.

“I can’t calm down when I’m obsessed with you.” Jude breathed out, large hands helping you steady the pace of your hips. He watched hypnotized by the way his cock disappeared in and out of your warm walls. His eyes were set, as though he wanted to train them to imprint the image in the back of his mind.

Your voice snapped him out of his trance. “Eyes up here, big boy.” The friendly banter defined your relationship; you often wondered if putting a label on things would make that disappear. But it was all just a wall to hide behind the adoration you felt for him, using it to dodge every compliment, in fear that none of his words were sincere. You could tell he wasn’t disappointed in the slightest when meeting your eyes, and the look you couldn’t pinpoint for the whole afternoon reappeared as he tangled his fingers in your hair and drew you right in for a kiss.

A kiss fierce enough to make you weak in the knees.

It was the perfect opportunity for Jude to accommodate his stance to start thrusting upwards, the sweetest noise he managed to squeeze out from the back of your throat was worth the tension in his core. Instantly, your back arched to give him the perfect angle. “I want you like this all the time…” He moaned into your mouth, hands on your hips to pin you down.

“Jude…” You mewled, the sound of skin coming into contact filling the empty air, harmonizing with the waves crashing near the beach spot you both occupied. You could feel your orgasm building rapidly, and Jude wasn’t foreign to the squeezing that built-up with every frantic thrust.

“C’mere doll, you’re doing so good f’me. Cum all over my cock, c’mon.” His voice was soft, the encouragement overlapping with his own groans of pleasure. He drew you into his arms, holding you close to his chest. Jude resisted the usual drawn-out teasing and mocking, now finding satisfaction in babying you as he slammed deep into you.

The string of incoherent babbles left your mouth shortly after his praises reached your ears. Jude closed his eyes to both contain himself from releasing at the way your pulsating walls were milking him so deliciously, but to also cherish the way your moans turned up the octave, nails digging into the sweaty skin of his bicep. Yet again, the heat you’ve been withstanding for the entirety of that morning hazed you, making a fantastic team with the warmth of Jude’s strong arms and the faded smell of his cologne mixed in with the salty air.

But all it took to push you right off the edge was a kiss. A single kiss pressed to your shoulder.

Your release consisted of a cocktail of your orgasm and a wave of realization crashing over you. You were head over heels with the man who was currently squishing your face against his buff chest, strong arms wrapped around your waist as he held you down. Groans and chants of your name replaced your meek moans and sighs, his cum filling you up. You allowed him the luxury of doing so every once in a while, and the dream-like stupor that enveloped your mind currently created the desire for him to do so.

The sounds of waves crashing filled the air once more, overshadowing the heavy breathing you shared. You stayed put, even cuddling closer to him as soon as the tremor left your legs. Time seemed to slow down, and you wondered how difficult the task of pulling away from him would soon be.

“Can I post you?”

Jude broke the silence, he’d been busy brushing your hair strands back into place upon the comfortable silence you’d set on. There was an arm still wrapped along the width of your waist. You pulled back to look him in the eyes, expecting to see playfulness in them, but finding a completely serious stare in return. “Since a certain someone won’t post me…”

“Oh, stop it!” You laughed, cheeks flushed at the idea. “If you think it's that great on an idea…” You puckered your lips while replicating his tone, cupping his face and planting a peck on his lips.

Jude smirked, licking his lips to chase the taste of you. But his eyes were soft, full of adoration. That look. It would blossom by just admiring your presence, or during one of his favorite activities– making you happy. “All I have are great ideas. Amazing, even.” He stole a peck off from you. You giggled, and a smile subconsciously peaked from behind his lips.

His heart flipped in his chest for the hundredth time that trip.

Jude, lost for words, just shook his head and reached for his phone. He started to wonder how a person could compete so easily with the grandiose, warmth and shine of the sun above.

But one peek down at you, snuggled up against him, answered all his questions.

judebellingham summer with you 🤍

A/N: used @ keilanilizbeth on instagram as the fc

and that pic on the left has me wishing i could match sambas with jude 😞😞

#jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham x y/n #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham smut #football smut #football fic #𓈒ㅤׂ 𓇼✽ — writing !

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kixxkmzz · 1 month ago

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•From Crush To Connection~☆

Pairing: CamavingaXFEM!reader

Requested: YES

Summary: You started visiting the Santiago Bernabeu, and from loving Jude Bellingham, you became in love with Eduardo Camavinga

WARNING: none

A/N: This is my first time writing, so I hope you're satisfied. Plus, English is not my first language.

You had always admired Jude Bellingham from afar. From the first time you saw him glide across the pitch in a Borussia Dortmund shirt, to his glorious arrival at Real Madrid, your admiration had quietly morphed into a harmless crush.

Your job — a rising creative director for a fashion-lifestyle brand that had just secured a major collaboration with Real Madrid — had brought you closer to that dream than you could’ve imagined. The campaign was to blend luxury with football culture, and Real Madrid, with its galaxy of stars, was the perfect fit.

The first time you walked into the Valdebebas training ground, heart thudding with anticipation, you told yourself you were here to work — to professionally work. But then you saw him.

Jude Bellingham. Tall, charismatic, smiling like the world bent for him.

Your stomach did a ridiculous little flip.

The first few meetings were business-focused. You floated through conversations with the marketing team, liaised with the PR leads, all while trying not to look too eager when Jude entered a room. He was charming, of course — the kind who knew it. He’d flash you a grin, toss a casual “Hey, how’s it going?” your way, and you’d stammer something too basic for someone who considered themselves eloquent.

He was kind, though — always polite. But also, a little distant. You reminded yourself: He’s a global superstar. I’m just a brand rep. It wasn’t personal. He was busy, and you had a job to do.

Still, you daydreamed — imagined what he might be like off-camera. If his favorite music matched yours. If he’d find your sarcasm funny. Silly thoughts, but comforting.

Until he walked into your orbit.

You hadn’t thought much about Eduardo Camavinga before. Not that he wasn’t impressive — of course he was. But Jude had taken up most of your mental space.

Then one afternoon, while reviewing some behind-the-scenes footage from the shoot, someone cracked a joke behind you. You turned to find Eduardo, leaning against the wall, smirking.

“You’re going to cut that part out, right?” he asked, eyes playful.

You blinked. “Why? You looked fine.”

“I tripped over a cone,” he said, fake-offended. “They’ll turn me into a meme.”

You laughed. It was the first real conversation you’d had with him, and it wasn’t about campaign schedules or outfits. It was normal, easy, and — you’d realize later — the start of something.

After that, Eduardo began showing up more often during meetings. He wasn’t always on the agenda, but somehow, he’d end up nearby. Sometimes offering input about what fans liked, other times just lounging while you worked, tossing in the occasional comment.

“You’re too quiet when you work,” he said once, watching you sketch concept ideas on your tablet.

“Because I’m thinking,” you replied.

“Dangerous.”

You tried not to smile.

He had this way of talking to you like you were equals — not like you were some brand collaborator or outsider. He’d ask questions about your job, about your background, what city you were based in. And he’d listen, really listen. Not just nod politely like Jude had done.

At some point, your eyes stopped seeking Jude in the room.

The campaign shoot in Ibiza was when it all shifted.

Your team had arranged a beachside set for the “off-duty style” shots. The players were all relaxed, the sun golden and heavy, the sea breeze making everything feel like a dream. You were pacing behind the camera crew, checking angles, giving notes. Eduardo had been lounging on a deck chair, sunglasses on, shirt unbuttoned just enough to draw attention.

You were briefing the stylist when he walked over.

“Need help?” he asked, glancing at your clipboard.

“No, just stressed,” you replied, then instantly regretted sounding so blunt.

But he grinned. “Stressed looks good on you.”

You stared at him.

He took off his sunglasses. “That was a compliment. Did it land?”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart did something traitorous.

“Barely,” you said. “Try harder.”

“Challenge accepted.”

That night, after the shoot, the team gathered for dinner under the stars. Everyone was laughing, passing tapas plates, music humming in the background. Jude was there too, across the table, locked in conversation with the videographer.

You sat next to Eduardo.

He leaned in at one point, nudging your arm. “You’re not even looking at your old crush anymore,” he teased.

You choked on your drink. “What?”

He smiled like he knew everything.

“I saw the way you looked at Bellingham that first week,” he continued. “You barely breathed when he said hi.”

“Please stop.”

He laughed. “It’s okay. Happens to everyone. Jude’s like that. Golden boy.”

You glared at him. “And what, you’re not?”

“I don’t want to be golden,” he said, serious now. “I just want to be real.”

Your heart sank. There it was again — the difference. Jude felt like a poster on a wall. Eduardo felt like a conversation you never wanted to end.

The next few weeks blurred together.

You were busy finishing the campaign. The launch was nearing, and your team was pushing 16-hour days. But every moment with Eduardo — even stolen seconds between takes or late-night coffee runs — anchored you.

One evening, as you sat reviewing edits in your hotel suite, exhausted, there was a knock. Eduardo stood outside, holding a paper bag.

“I brought snacks,” he said. “And no, they’re not healthy. You look like you need sugar.”

You let him in. He sprawled on the couch like he belonged there, like he’d done it a thousand times.

“I thought you had team meetings tonight.”

“I ditched. I wanted to see you.”

You paused, heart beating in double-time.

He looked up. “That okay?”

You nodded. Barely.

That night, he stayed for hours. You talked about everything — music, childhood, pressure, dreams. He didn’t try anything. He just listened, laughed, shared. You told him things you hadn’t told anyone on this trip.

At one point, you dozed off mid-conversation, only to wake up and find a blanket draped over you, and Eduardo gone.

But your phone buzzed a minute later.

Eduardo: Sleep well, director. You’re doing amazing. Proud of you.

By the time the campaign launched, your crush on Jude was a ghost.

You barely noticed when he complimented the final cut or posed beside you for the press photos. Your eyes were on someone else — the one who had shown up, stayed up, listened and laughed with you.

The final event in Madrid was electric. Flashbulbs, applause, success. You were standing at the edge of the crowd, champagne in hand, finally breathing.

“Look at you,” Eduardo said, sliding in beside you. “Killing it.”

You smiled. “Couldn’t have done it without you.”

“I know,” he said, grinning.

Then, softer: “You know… I want this to keep going. Not the campaign. Us. Whatever this is.”

You looked at him, heart full.

“So do I.”

He reached for your hand, warm and sure.

You didn’t think of Jude again.

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#football imagine #football x reader #real madrid #hala madrid #eduardo camavinga #Eduardo Camavinga x reader #camavingaxreader #jude bellingham #kixxkmzz #football love stories #real madrid x reader #rma

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realmadridfamily · 1 year ago

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Davide Ancelotti and his family with 🏆

#Leonardo Ancelotti #Lucas Ancelotti #Ana Galocha #Davide Ancelotti #Real Madrid #Valdebebas #Celebration La Liga 2324 #La Liga #Little Madridista

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carabanchelnet · 1 month ago

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📌Almeida, al rescate del Real Madrid con una recalificación en Valdebebas tras los fiascos de los conciertos y los parkings 📌Guía rápida para solicitar la tarjeta “madridmayor.es”: grandes descuentos y ventajas exclusivas 📌Más de 200.000 personas salen a la calle contra el “abandono deliberado” de la sanidad pública madrileña 📌La creación de un área de juegos infantiles y un espacio multidisciplinar en la Dehesa de la Villa constituye un daño al ecosistema y a sus valores como BIC https://carabanchel.net

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pdriesta · 10 months ago

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PROLOGUE

“i want something that i know is real”

pairing — judexblack!girl

genres — fluff, slow burn, workplace romance (she’s a pt)

warnings — sexual themes (minors dni)

word count — 1.8k (for prologue)

summary — y/n, a rising physiotherapist, has just been promoted to work with real madrid's men's team. after a difficult breakup, she's determined to keep things professional. but when jude bellingham, the club's charming new star, sets his sights on her, maintaining boundaries becomes harder than ever. can she resist the pull, or will she risk everything for a love she swore she’d never fall for again?

an — so your girl is an idiot and the day before releasing the final chapter of this series, deleted her whole blog. bare with me, i have so many drafts and notes to sort through before posting everything 😭 i am so sorry to those who have to reread this series and wait for the last chapter. also, if you were apart of the taglist please comment and i’ll redo it <3

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jude bellingham walked through the pristine halls of valdebebas, real madrid’s renowned training facility, alongside carlo ancelotti. the legendary manager had insisted on personally showing him around, a gesture that wasn’t lost on jude. every step he took reminded him that he was no longer in dortmund, no longer in the familiar yellow and black. he was in madrid now, wearing the iconic white, and the reality of it was still sinking in.

as they made their way to the physio room, ancelotti spoke in his deep, reassuring voice. “we’re all very excited to have you here, jude. you’re an important part of our future,” he said, glancing at the young midfielder with a smile. “i know it can be overwhelming at first, but you’ve got a great team around you to help you settle in.”

jude nodded, trying to absorb everything. the weight of expectation, the grandeur of the club, the new language and culture—it was a lot to take in. but this was what he’d always dreamed of, and he was determined to prove himself worthy.

they turned a corner and entered a spacious room filled with sleek equipment, treatment tables, and the smell of antiseptic. the physio room—where he’d likely spend more time than he wanted over the years, keeping his body in top condition.

“this is where the magic happens,” ancelotti said with a smile. “our medical team is top-notch, and they’ll make sure you’re in the best possible shape. we take our players’ health very seriously.”

jude’s eyes scanned the room, taking in the details. his gaze landed on a young woman standing near one of the treatment tables, adjusting some equipment. she was wearing the real madrid training kit, her warm brown skin contrasting beautifully with the white and navy of the uniform. her braided hair fell just past her shoulders, each braid meticulously done, and her presence was immediately striking.

he felt his breath catch. who is she?

“and this,” ancelotti continued, drawing jude’s attention back, “is y/n. she’s one of our junior physiotherapists. i have to say, she’s quite exceptional. she started as an intern with the women’s team and did such a remarkable job that we brought her over to the men’s team.”

jude blinked, momentarily taken aback. she’s the physio? she looked around his age—young, maybe too young to be in such a prominent role. but if ancelotti was praising her, she must be something special.

ancelotti must have noticed jude’s surprise because he chuckled softly. “i know, she looks young, doesn’t she? that’s because she is. she’s your age, actually. but don’t let that fool you—she’s brilliant at what she does. the women’s team didn’t want to let her go.”

jude couldn’t help but feel a flicker of admiration mixed with something else, something deeper. y/n was his age and already making waves at one of the biggest clubs in the world. it was impressive, to say the least, but more than that, there was something about her that he couldn’t shake.

as jude approached, y/n looked up from her work, meeting his gaze with a warm, confident smile. her eyes were kind, but there was a spark in them that drew him in. god, she’s beautiful.

“y/n,” ancelotti said, his voice filled with a kind of paternal pride, “this is jude bellingham, our new signing. i’m sure you’ve heard a lot about him.”

y/n extended her hand, her smile widening. “of course. it’s great to finally meet you, jude. welcome to madrid.”

“thanks,” jude replied, shaking her hand. her grip was firm, her skin warm, and for a moment, he was caught off guard by the connection he felt. she’s my age, he thought again, still trying to reconcile that with her professionalism. “nice to meet you too.”

“y/n will be working closely with you to make sure you stay in peak condition,” ancelotti continued. “she’s been with the women’s team, but now she’s part of our setup here. and believe me, she knows what she’s doing.”

y/n’s heart swelled a little at the praise, but she kept her expression neutral. keep it professional, she reminded herself. jude was a world-class athlete, and while she was flattered by ancelotti’s words, she knew she had to prove herself every day. “i’m still learning, but i’m excited to be here and work with you,” she said, her voice steady.

jude nodded, still intrigued. “i can see why they wanted you on the team.”

he’s sharp, y/n thought, catching the genuine interest in his eyes. there was something about him that put her at ease, despite the high stakes of her new role. “thank you. it’s been a lot of hard work, but i’m ready for the challenge.”

as they began the tour, y/n walked beside jude, pointing out various areas of the facility. ancelotti excused himself after a few minutes, leaving the two of them to continue alone. jude noticed the way y/n moved—confidently, yet with a certain grace. it was clear she knew this place inside and out, even if she was still getting used to the men’s side of things.

“so,” jude began, glancing over at her as they walked down a corridor lined with photos of real madrid legends, “how does someone our age end up as a physio for one of the biggest clubs in the world? that’s pretty impressive.”

y/n felt a small blush creeping up her neck but managed to keep her cool. he’s trying to get to know me, she realized, her heart beating a little faster. “well, i’ve always been interested in sports medicine,” she explained. “i started studying physiotherapy in university, and i got an internship with the women’s team here at madrid. it was just supposed to be temporary, but i guess they liked what i was doing.”

jude smiled, clearly impressed. “sounds like you’re a bit of a prodigy.”

y/n laughed softly, shaking her head. “i wouldn’t go that far. i just worked hard and tried to learn as much as i could. the women’s team was incredible to work with, and i learned a lot from them. but when they offered me a spot with the men’s team, i knew it was an opportunity i couldn’t pass up.”

jude nodded, understanding the drive behind her words. “that’s really cool. i’m just getting started here myself, but it’s nice to know there’s someone else who’s new to this side of things.”

“yeah,” y/n agreed, feeling a sense of camaraderie. “i guess we’re both finding our way.”

they walked in comfortable silence for a moment, and jude found himself stealing glances at y/n. she was beautiful, no doubt about it, but there was something else—something in the way she carried herself that made him want to know more.

“so, you’re from spain?” jude asked, wanting to keep the conversation going.

“yeah, mostly,” y/n replied. “i was raised here, but my family’s originally from west africa—ghana, specifically. we moved here when i was a kid.”

“ghana, huh? that’s cool,” jude said, genuinely interested. “do you ever get back to visit?”

“not as often as i’d like,” y/n admitted, a hint of longing in her voice. “but we try to go back whenever we can. it’s important to stay connected to where you come from.”

“i totally get that,” jude said, feeling a connection growing between them. “i’ve always thought it’s important to stay grounded, to remember where you started.”

y/n nodded, appreciating the sentiment. he’s more thoughtful than i expected, she mused. “it’s definitely something i try to keep in mind, especially working in a place like this. it’s easy to get caught up in the glamour of it all, but i try to stay focused on why i’m here.”

as they continued the tour, jude couldn’t help but feel increasingly drawn to y/n. there was an ease between them, a natural flow to the conversation that made him forget, if only for a moment, the pressures of his new life in madrid.

“you know,” jude said, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as they reached the gym, “if you’re going to be the one keeping me in shape, i might need to get on your good side early.”

y/n raised an eyebrow, catching the flirty tone in his voice. “is that so? well, i hope you’re good at following instructions, because i’m pretty strict about my routines.”

jude chuckled, feeling a thrill at the banter. “i’ll do my best. but you know, maybe you could give me some pointers on how to stay on your good side?”

y/n laughed, shaking her head but unable to hide her amusement. he’s charming, she thought, realizing she was enjoying their interaction more than she expected. “just work hard, jude. that’s the best way to impress me.”

as they finished the tour and walked back toward the entrance, jude felt a sense of anticipation. there was no denying that y/n had made an impression on him, and he was eager to see where their paths would lead. for now, he kept things professional—aside from the occasional flirty remark—but as they exchanged a final smile, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning.

“good luck with the season, jude,” y/n said as they reached the door. “i’m looking forward to working with you.”

jude turned back, a playful smirk on his lips. “thanks, y/n. trust me, the pleasure’s all mine. something tells me this season just got a lot more interesting.”

y/n felt her cheeks warm at his words, a sudden shyness creeping in. he probably says this to all the girls, she thought, trying to brush it off. but the way he looked at her—like she was the only one in the room—made her pulse quicken.

“just don’t let me catch you falling behind,” she managed to reply, her voice steady despite the flutter in her chest. “i’ll be watching.”

jude chuckled, the sound low and smooth. “i wouldn’t dream of it. besides, with you around, i don’t think i’ll have any trouble staying motivated.”

as he walked away, jude couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and unease. he was undeniably drawn to y/n, but he also knew they’d be working closely together all season. it could get complicated, and he wasn’t sure where the line was between professionalism and…whatever this was. but one thing was clear—he wanted to see where it might go, even if it meant walking a fine line.

as he headed toward his car, he ran a hand through his hair, still thinking about her. this could be trouble, he mused, a small smile playing on his lips. but deep down, he knew he didn’t really mind. after all, some trouble was worth getting into.

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Jude at the Valdebebas Today 🩶

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Summer 2018 at UD Las Palmas: "President, we have signed a 15-year-old phenomenon"

(via Canarias7 - February 18, 2025)

In July 2018, UD managed to close a signing that it had been pursuing for months. And it was not for the first team. It was a 15-year-old boy who had excelled to a superlative degree in the cadet team of Juventud Laguna de Tenerife, who had also called up by the Canary Islands National Team in that category, and who the club's Recruitment Department had monitored in detail. The interest was so big that every two weeks a coach travelled to the neighbouring island to take note of his progress and several meetings were held with his parents, invited to visit the Casa Amarilla and the Gran Canaria Stadium, in order to convince them to give their permission for his arrival.

It was a very hard-earned seduction job that was on the verge of being ruined when, Christmas 2017, Real Madrid came on the scene and gave him a trial at Valdebebas. Madrid's appearance threatened UD's desire to the limit. "We couldn't compete with them, and we took it for granted that they would take him", admits one of the members of the club involved in carrying out the operation.

But the winter days in the Spanish capital were hard, it froze and snowed and, for whatever reason, Pedri, uncomfortable in that environment, did not quite catch the eye of the white scouts. In fact, they agreed to get in touch with him again after those training sessions… And they didn't even bother to do so. "There, in the face of that silence, we went back in strong, knowing that it was the perfect opportunity. We were close to Pedri, we insisted with his parents… And, in the end, they themselves valued our perseverance, appreciation and value and, having other options, they chose UD", says this same source.

"Mr President, we have signed a phenomenon", those who knew told Miguel Ángel Ramírez, certain that the rough diamond brought from the foothills of the Teide would justify himself in grand style.

At fifteen years old, Pedri played the first round of the 2018/19 championship with the Juvenil B team under the orders of Juan Germán and the second half with the División de Honor team under the direction of Suso Hernández. He has to share the dressing room and compete with teammates who are two and three years older than him, a major physical conditioning factor at that stage of his training. “With a push, they would throw him off the field”, he remembers those unequal duels in terms of stature but which he saved by using ingenuity, technique and skill.

"A well-coordinated, elegant and creative player, who stands out for his decision-making", it says in the reports of that time. In his time with his teammates at the Las Ramblas residence, he has a "calm and very polite character." The whims of precocity mean that he cannot be promoted to the Juvenil A team because he has not yet turned 16.

"At that time, a work contract could not be made, it is what the law states. And, until the age of 18, one can be signed but with the authorization of the parents or guardians. A private contract was made for him with salaries and clauses, and he was registered with Social Security. Until that moment, we were exposed to the risk of him being taken away by paying only the training rights", they recall at the Anexo.

Unstoppable and stellar progression

Positioned as a left winger, he is a great player. And with goals, as many as nine goals. In a Copa del Rey youth tie against Atlético, he finally confirmed that he is ready for something big. "Thank God the game we played there was not televised because it was an exhibition. Whoever had seen it would have been eager to sign him, although at that stage the club had him under control, so to speak. And, in addition, Pedri felt at home, perfectly adapted, very comfortable and happy. He wouldn't have left just like that, either", they underline.

His progress was so big that, literally, Las Palmas Atlético did not even have time to sign him so that he could fulfil the natural next step. Exactly 13 games with the División de Honor and always more until reaching the summer of 2019. Pepe Mel, UD coach, did not hesitate to integrate him into the preseason of the professional team from the first minute in the recently opened Ciudad Deportiva de Barranco Seco. On July 15, the club announced that he had signed a professional contract for five seasons and with the initial intention that "he would alternate games with the first team and the reserve team." Such a circumstance would never happen because he never went down after making history by becoming the first youth player of the club with those conditions.

"He's a millionaire and he doesn't know it", Mel murmured when he saw him training. "Let's see how long he lasts," he prophetically warned after his first friendly, in Fuerteventura and against Gran Tarajal on July 20 of that year. Events around him continued to happen at breakneck speed because in the middle of summer preparations, rumours about his future were rife.

Without having made his debut in an official match, and knowing that he is an exportable asset that will bring good profit, Miguel Ángel Ramírez agrees with his fellow board members and coaching staff that the sale is inevitable and cannot be postponed. Rocco Maiorino, the club's sporting director at that stage, took the initiative: "It all started when I called Ramon Planes, and he trusted me. I told him: 'I have something here that is not normal, it is for Barça'. I believed that only at Barça he could demonstrate his talent and develop," he said on Carrusel Deportivo.

Barcelona's key move

Unlike Madrid, who were urged to try again, Barça were quicker and began to negotiate with variables. "We went from one million to a fixed amount of five. And on top of that fixed amount, a series of bonuses that were unthinkable at the time but which were fulfilled. Number of games, call-up to the national team…" they detail at Pío XII, where they ended up exceeding 20 million in revenue from all concepts.

On 2 September, his transfer to Barcelona was announced, a deal that would see him remain on loan at UD until June 2020. Seventeen days later, and having just landed from Qatar, where he had made his debut with the Spanish U-17s, he scored his first goal as a professional, the winner against Sporting (1-0). He also became the youngest scorer in the entire chronology of UD at 16 years, 9 months and 25 days, breaking the record set by Orlando Suárez in 1990, at 17 years, 3 months and 3 days.

"We prayed every night that Pedri would not be discovered. We would not have sold Pedri if the team had been in the First Division. The boy deserves everything, because in addition to being a good professional, he is also an even better person", Miguel Ángel Ramírez emphasized about him at the time.

As a Barça player, he still slept in a bunk bed

Pedri was welcomed that night by his teammates at the Casa Amarilla. Already a Barcelona player and a star at UD, he continued sleeping in a bunk bed and was subject to all the time and conduct codes of the rest of the youth squad.

He made 37 official appearances, four in total with UD before flying to the Camp Nou. His year in Segunda, sponsored by Jonathan Viera, was conditioned by the pandemic and prevented him from saying goodbye to the Gran Canaria fans, since his departure coincided with the phase in which the game was played without an audience due to health restrictions. This Saturday, Pedri returns to where it all began, already a world reference, continental champion with Spain and leader of Barça. Who has seen it and who sees it.

#pedri #pedri gonzalez #fc barcelona #ud las palmas #*interview

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