Lululemon | Leah Williamson x Spoiled!Reader

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need spoiled reader and leah at lululemon..

wc: 1.2k

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"What about this one, lee?" You hold up a baby pink set to your front. Sure you already had a growing collection of pink workout sets in your closet, but this one was a different shade of pink. You didn't think you had any leggings or sports bras in this exact shade of pink.

So obviously you had to get it.

"Yeah that's nice, baby" Your girlfriend replied, but when you looked back at her she wasn't even looking at you. She was preoccupied with her phone, her other hand was holding a basket that was half full of new leggings and pilates tops.

"Leah you're not even looking" You grumble, slightly annoyed at the lack of attention.

Being the best girlfriend ever, Leah's head immediately snapped over to you. She took one look at the sullen expression on your face and quickly pocketed her phone. "Sorry, baby. Keira was asking about that dinner on Friday"

But that wasn't important, so she focuses her attention on the pair of pink leggings you were still holding. "Are you buying that one, baby?"

Suddenly you were overwhelmed. You had never tried Pilates before, and your first class was in two days at this fancy new studio. It's been a while since you ventured out of your comfort zone and tried something for the very first time, and you can't say you welcomed the growing anxiety that came with it.

Yoga was more of your forte but you had been seeing all these pictures of your favorite celebrities leaving their Pilates studios, and before you knew it you were influenced.

This is the reason why you and your girlfriend were currently at Lululemon.

Despite having an entire section in your wardrobe dedicated to just workout clothes, Leah had suggested a shopping trip in an attempt to help ease your nerves. She could tell you were having some anxiety about your first class. She noticed it last week when you had the sudden urge to re-organise your entire closet. You only really did this when you were stressed out about something. You had told her about your worries and you had a nice talk about it afterwards; but as the days approached, it seemed like the anxiety manifested itself again.

Leah knew you well enough to know that there was nothing a shopping trip couldn't fix when it came to you. She had dragged out of the house this morning and you drove to the largest Lululemon store in London.

You look down at the pair of pink leggings in your hands, feeling the material with your fingers. Maybe you didn't need it, you thought to yourself. After all you already had pink leggings at home. Would this shade of pink even look good on yo—

"Hey." Your girlfriend's voice interrupted your thoughts. Her voice was low and soothing. She stepped closer to you, bending down slightly so you had no choice but to meet her eyes. They were the prettiest shade of blue, and you could probably pinpoint the exact shade of blue of her eyes on a Pantone chart. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours, hm?"

You press your lips together, frowning slightly. A part of you feels like the thoughts in your head were frivolous, something you shouldn't concern your girlfriend with.

"Tell me, baby. So I can fix it"

But then she says things like that, so earnest and true, that you are reminded of just how lucky you are to have a lover that has the patience of a saint.

"I just don't know if I need another pink workout set. I've got some at home anyway" You admit, sighing as you move to place the hanger back on the rail.

Before you can do so though, Leah has already grabbed the leggings from you and proceeded to add it to the growing pile in the basket.

"Of course you do, baby. You can never have enough pink leggings" She smiles at you while you just stand there completely enthralled by how someone could know you so well without you having to say a word. Deep down you would've been sad if you had to leave the pink leggings behind. You truly did not own a set in that exact shade of baby pink. You would've been thinking about it for days.

Leah tilts your chin up, meeting your eyes. "It's normal to feel nervous before starting something new, baby. And its just one class. If you end up loving it— great! But if you don't like it, then that's fine too. You never have to go back and I will still buy you all the pink workout sets you want"

The last bit gets a laugh out of you. You nod sweetly, wordlessly conveying that you understood her, feeling a little choked up in the middle of the Lululemon store.

And as she always knows exactly what else you want, Leah leans over to kiss you. Her lips press lightly against yours, her hand instinctively wrapping around your waist to pull you in even closer. When she pulls back, a bit of your pink lip gloss has transferred over to her lips. Reluctantly, you wipe away the remnants on the skin near her lips with your thumb, but you leave her bottom lip slightly glossy from your kiss.

"Anything else you need?" She whispers, cheekily stealing another kiss (and more lipgloss).

"Nope. Just you"

At that, Leah laughs. The best kind of laugh; where she throws her head back and she gets those crinkles by her eyes that you love.

She presses a kiss to your forehead, affectionately muttering "that was so cheesy" against your temple before she seals it with another kiss.

The moment is slightly interrupted by a sales associate who happens to be walking by. "Hello. Anything I could help you with?" She asks with a nice smile.

Your girlfriend straightens slightly but keeps an arm around your waist, giving your hip a subtle squeeze. "Yes— actually. My girlfriend is starting Pilates in a few days and we're getting some things ready for her. Is there anything you would recommend?"

"Oh that's exciting. I'm sure you'll love it!"

You smile and nod, the earlier nerves easing slightly. Truthfully, it's hard to not be excited about something when people around you are excited for you. Especially when you were now about to be walking into your first Pilates class with that new baby pink workout set.

The sales associate gestures over with her hand for you two to follow, so you do. Hand-in-hand. She walks you both over to another part of the store where there are rails and shelves of more workout gear. "This section is dedicated to Pilates and Yoga and the sorts. All of these are made from breathable and stretchy material, while still giving you a full range of motion."

Abruptly she stops and turns to you both. Then she looks at you, "Have you bought grip socks yet?"

"Not yet!" You eye the rack of white, black and grey socks, frowning slightly at the boring selection.

"Do you have them in pink?" Your girlfriend asks before you can. Leah chuckles when you visibly perk up, nearly bouncing on the spot at the idea of pink socks.

"Yes, we do! I'll go ahead and grab some for you!" This sales associate was officially your lifesaver.

Second to your girlfriend, of course.

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thank you for your request anon! hopefully this was what you were expecting x

i've missed writing spoiled!reader soooo much

・❥・- kisses, butter

*This work is my original creation. Please don’t copy, share, or translate it without asking for my permission first. Thanks for respecting that!

Hold My Hand | Alexia Putellas x Brat!Reader

word count: 1.7k words

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You audibly huffed as she followed your girlfriend into the next store. What was supposed to be just a grocery errand has now turned into a shopping trip.

Somehow you had managed to convince your girlfriend to spend her day off running errands with you. It was supposed to be just a quick trip to pick up some fresh produce for the rest of the week, but on the drive to the grocery store your driver (girlfriend) had gotten distracted by the lavish window displays along Passeig de Gràcia. Prada, Louis Vuitton and Gucci had decorated their storefronts with the latest season pieces and your girlfriend was like a moth to a light of flashy displays.

She promised that she had only wanted to stop by Louis Vuitton "to window shop" but two hours later, your girlfriend was still not done shopping.

Alexia had her hands full with 3 paper bags, her new purchases nestled inside. You were quietly following behind her, your own hands empty. Your slightly irritable mood was the result of the Barcelona heat and the spontaneous detour. Gone was your bubbly self from this morning, and in its place was an attitude. Your girlfriend knew something was up with you, she was just purposely ignoring it because she knew the sudden change in mood is just you being petty.

"Qué quieres hacer? Let's try Prada… " Alexia suggests calmly, already steering you towards the store. Her eyes were laser focused on the window display, completely ignoring the daggers you were shooting behind her head. You had no choice but to nod and smile at the security guard as he opens the doors for you.

At least there's airconditioning here, you think to yourself as the cooling air greets you.

Within seconds you watch as the sales associates flock towards Alexia, immediately recognising her and most likely sensing a big sale commission. You dutifully follow behind her, not even remotely interested in the bags and shoes on display. All you wanted was to buy your avocados and go home.

"….algo a mi novia" you hear the tail end of Alexia telling the sales associate that she was looking for something for you. False. You were definitely not looking or wanting anything. When the sales associate turns to look back at you, you subtly shake your head, silently mouthing "nada" to which you receive a nod of acknowledgement in return.

But the sales associate probably knows that your girlfriend was looking to spend money today regardless of our refusal so she focuses her attention back to your Alexia— who was now pointing at a crystal bag on display.

"This is nice, amor. Si?"

It's a small black shoulder bag, the entire body adorned with white crystals. Judging by how your girlfriend was already standing in front of a mirror trying the bag on, you could bet that this was going to be another purchase.

"Si. It's nice." The quicker you agree with her, the quicker you can get out of here is your mantra whenever you are out shopping with Alexia.

You thank the sales associate as she places a tray of glass bottles, two glasses of sparkling water, and Prada stamped macaroons. Every single store you had visited treated you both like royalty, offering you refreshments and such. You snap a quick pic of the fancy tray for your IG stories, captioning and tagging it "out with my sugar daddy @alexiaputellas"

"Voy a comprar esto, por favor" Your girlfriend hands the bag back to the sales associate. To no one's surprise, she was buying the bag. You roll your eyes, silently munching on the fancy Prada macaroons.

Alexia walks over. Your eyes narrow into slits, watching as she saunters over to you. You weren't even prepared when she cheekily steals the last bite of the macaroon you were eating. You gasp, mouth agape. That was a damn good macaroon and you hadn't planned on sharing.

She pointedly ignores your glare, giving you a grin and a wink as she chews. It's like she's purposely trying to start a fight with you, already knowing you were not in the mood.

And just to piss you off even further, she adds: "Are you sure you want to look at anything, amor?"

You knew she was purposely prodding you, skating on a dangerous line to gauge your mood. Seeing just how much further she can push you before you snapped.

Which was fine, because you could push just as hard.

The sales associate has returned with Alexia's purchase and the card reader.

Smiling at your girlfriend, you say pretty loudly: "No. You probably can't afford it"

It was silent for a moment.

You see Alexia's smile freeze, the corner of her lip twitch ever so slightly. The subtle furrow of her eyebrows as she processes what you had just said.

The sales associate obviously overhears, but suddenly seems very interested in the fancy ribbon tied neatly around the shopping bag.

Alexia is unfortunately very used to your antics and regains her composure just as quickly. She chuckles, stepping closer to you until she is staking claim of your personal space. She cups your chin, squeezing your cheeks together until your lips are forced into a pout. Her eyes fall to your lips before she whispers, her voice low and husky. "Watch your mouth, brat"

Then she presses a smacking kiss to your lips as if that was enough to pacify you. Usually it would be, but you wanted more than just one kiss.

Unfortunately your girlfriend had already turned to the sales associate to pay with her card.

While your girlfriend was busy you noticed that there was one more macaroon on the porcelain plate. You grab it before Alexia can, shoving the entire thing in your mouth.

When your girlfriend turns back to you, she doesn't even try to fight a smile at the sight of you chewing with that cute little frown on your face. She thumbs away at the crumbs that linger on the corner of your mouth. You're still frowning at her, partly irritated, but cheeks puffing as you chew on the last bit of that delicious macaroon.

God you were adorable-- a huge pain in the ass-- but adorable; Alexia thinks. In that moment she understood the whole "cuteness aggression" tiktok thing you had told her about a few days ago. She initially didn't get it when you showed her tiktok videos as examples, but now she understood. She was practically fighting the urge to smother you in kisses right then and there.

So instead she settles with a quick affectionate pinch to the side of your waist and another stolen kiss.

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"One more shop, por favour. C'mon"

"Baby, I'm tired…" You whine, dragging the vowel as you drag your feet along the cobblestone path. Childish. Maybe. But you don't care how you sound right now. "My feet hurt"

Your girlfriend glances down at the boots on your feet. They were Aquazzura, a delicious dark chocolate brown. And sexy as hell. She gestures at the boots flippantly. "I told you not to wear those high heel boots"

You roll your eyes. "I wore these thinking we were only going to the grocery store, Alexia. I was not expecting this detour"

She audibly huffs and stares down at you. Even through her brown tinted sunglasses you see her hardened stare. "Don't use that tone on me. And what is a detour anyway, we don't have a word like that in Spanish"

Your girlfriend clicks her tongue, lolling her head to the side. These were all telltale signs that she was getting slightly annoyed. Her accent was slightly more prominent, weaving in between the English words. You can tell she was trying hard not to slip into fluent Spanish, a thing she only does when she has reached her patience limit.

Well too damn bad you were just as annoyed-- if not more.

You face her straight on, your boots thudding as you step closer to her. Despite the height difference, you meet her eyes stubbornly, chin lifted and all. You shove your finger into her chest. "A detour is all our relationship will be if you don't stop dragging me into random places instead of the supermarket"

Her palm meets your ass. Ow

"What did I say about that mouth. Watch that attitude, brat"

You pout.

She turns her back and walks away with all the shopping bags, leaving you standing there.

Rude.

She makes it a couple steps before you bellow from behind her: "Will you at least hold my hand?"

She stops.

You see her literally take a full-body deep breath before she berugingly turns around and walks back over to you with heavy steps. The small smile on her lips tells you that she is exactly where she wants to be. With an eye roll for added effect, she transfers the shopping bags from one hand to the other so they are all grasped together in one hand instead.

Then she offers you her now free hand, her fingers wriggling in invitation.

"Ven aquí— come on, brat."

You allow her to pull you along, your hand now enveloped in the warmth of hers. You don't think there was anyone else on this earth that could deal with your antics. Your own mother often joked that Alexia was doing the rest of the world a favour by dating you. Alexia would just smirk that tantilising smirk of hers and throw an arm around your shoulder, joking back with a "God saves the toughest battles for his strongest soldiers"

To which she would get a sharp elbow to the stomach— which never fazed her. Your elbow would be slamming against pure muscle anyway.

She would of course soften the blow with a "I'm lucky to have her" and a kiss to the top of your head.

Looking up at your girlfriend, you find her laser focused on leading you to whatever shop she wanted to go to next. She had that look on her face, the one where her eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly that a small wrinkle appeared in the space between her eyebrows. Her eyes are looking straight ahead, probably on the lookout for anything that may cause harm on your path, like a lone bin or an unsuspecting street sign. You never have to worry about much when you're with Alexia. You could turn your brain off around her and trust that she would take care of you.

Snuggling closer, you wrap your other hand around her arm, your entire side now pressed up against her so that your steps were practically synchronised.

"Thank you, baby"

And then you lean towards her and bite down on her bicep.

just because you can.

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headcanon: brat!reader and Alexia are biters. pretty sure this is the second time they've bitten each other lol

・❥・- kisses, butter

*This work is my original creation. Please don’t copy, share, or translate it without asking for my permission first. Thanks for respecting that!

alexia goal vs england

“una historia perfecta” (a perfect story)

Am I Allowed? | Leah Williamson x Reader

synopsis: my take on the 'can I have a burger?' prank

warnings: none :)

word count: 1.1k

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You were feeling cheeky today.

It could be the lovely sunny weather, considering London has been plagued by rainy days for the past month or so. Or it could also be the fact that you were currently seated beside your girlfriend, Leah, and her family at their home.

Whatever was in the air had you itching to do something unexpected. Your brain flashed back to all the videos you had been seeing on your tiktok ‘For You Page’ lately, some prank that the girlies were playing on their partners. The prank was easy, all you had to do was to ask your partner if you could have “permission” to eat. The trick was to make sure you had an audience to do it in front of. 

And you had one-- your girlfriend’s parents and her brother were coincidentally seated at the table with you. Perfect timing! 

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"how many tiktok likes" trend. featuring spoiled!reader and brat!reader

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brat!reader ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

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wag summer

i smile everytime they appear on each other’s photo dumps

Chase Me | Leah Williamson x Reader

synopsis: you ask you very atheletic, footballer girlfriend to chase you-- for a tiktok video

wc: 1k words

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The sky is still tinged with a hint of pink, and the road is mostly empty, save for a few scattered sounds—a bird, the distant hum of a car.

You stretch, lunging from side to side. You stand at the edge of the sidewalk, one foot up on the pavement, leaning into the stretch until you feel that familiar pull along the back of your leg.

Then you switch sides, easing into the stretch onto the other leg, just as your girlfriend comes up from beside you.

"baby, this is silly"

You turn to her, a small smile already plastered on your face upon seeing the unamused expression on hers. Despite her words, there was no hint of malice in her voice.

She's stood just outside the camera's view, boots scuffed from the last practice session, hands on her hips like she owned the whole bloody pitch.

“I’ll catch you easily,” Your girlfriend said, her voice almost lazy in tone. It wasn’t just a bit of banter—it was a warning, delivered with the calm of someone who knew exactly how the game would go.

You breeze past her. "that's what makes it fun, lee"

She clicks her tongue. "I can't believe I let you convince me to do another one of your tiktok videos"

Bad, Chicken! | Leah Williamson x Reader

synopsis: a tantrum only a three year old can muster

wc: 472 words

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“m’not talking to you” the girl huffed, furiously crossing her arms. she kicked bits of gravel, her already scuffed shoes bearing the burnt of the frustration that only a 3-year old can muster.

leah raises an eyebrow.

there was no denying who’s child she belonged to-- the same frown, the same furrow of the eyebrows. you would even say the same dramatics (they both let out their frustrations by kicking things) but leah would never willingly admit to that one.

“oh yeah? since when?”

the small one glared up at her, stomping one foot. her shoe lit up with rainbow flashes. the shoes were a graciously accepted gift from her favourite auntie, Lia, and every morning was a battle when trying to pry them off her daughter's feet. “since now, mummy”

“oh. well then, I’ll miss talking to you--” but her mini-me was already stomping off, each furious step sending off strobes of red, blue and yellow flashes. Leah watched her march off with a watchful eye, but she knew her daughter wasn't done.

3...2...

She barely lasted an entire minute before she was angrily stomping back. she walked right up to her mother and put both hands on her hips.

“y’wanna know why m’ not talkin’ to you?”

“Why’s that, sweet?” Leah reached into the bag by her feet, pulling out a small bag of Cadbury mini fingers and ripping it open. She offered it to the child— a peace-offering of sorts— to which it was promptly accepted and snatched quickly.

Greedy little thing she is. just like her mama, leah thought fondly.

“because” she munched on the chocolatey goodness, crumbs flying out of her mouth. Then she did that overly dramatic swallow thing that every other toddler did, to which Leah instinctively followed it up with a kid-friendly sized bottle of water. She shares every other parent's fear of a choking child--or worse, a child who's about to scold her own mother for whatever reason.

In between munches of mini chocolate fingers, and one more overly aggressive swallow, she shared “you let Chicken eat my crackers”

Leah looked at her child and blinked.

“darling, you dropped the crackers on the floor during dinner last night— right in front of Chicken. Of course she was going to eat them. She’s a dog”

Leah recognised the incoming meltdown as soon as that bottom lip began to quiver. “b-but that was MY cracker”

How was Leah supposed to explain to her child that said child was the one who “dropped” the piece of cracker onto the floor for the dog to eat. And now said child was crying over the eaten cracker that child had dropped for the dog…to eat.

She reached over to pick up her devastated child, now full on sobbing and shaking with utter heartbreak for a cracker.

Bloody hell.

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this is a re-upload! i've posted this before but i wanted to post it as a separate post so i can add it to the masterlist lol x

・❥・- kisses, butter

*This work is my original creation. Please don’t copy, share, or translate it. Thanks for respecting that!

Smile, please! | Alexia Putellas x Brat!Reader

anon says:

that picture jana took of alexia in the elevator is 1000% giving brat!reader. i can literally picture it - brat!reader has taken 2 hrs to get ready and riled alexia up in the meantime, alexia is pissed off, and to top it all off she insists on taking photos in the elevator lmao alexia is not pleased

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"me sacas de quicio....we're already so late....fuck" you watch her stomp ahead of you, her heeled boots heavy against the carpeted hallway. She was muttering under her breath, speaking harshly in her native tongue.

You follow her, quickly double-checking your reflection on your phone's front camera as you strutted a few paces behind her. You would've taken some more time to fix your hair but your girlfriend was already rushing you. Delaying it another minute would've set her off completely and that would not be a fun way to start the weekend together.

"I can understand you— you know. i've been attending all my spanish classes" you call out, not even flinching when she turns around to glare at you. she didn't even pause mid-stride.

what the fuck is going on ?????

jflem what do you know about espanyol

[PAUSE]

leah & alessia after the final whistle

my girl