#irene imagine

[purecantarella]

Yes Ma'am

im a little loopy writing this because of rotc but its fine, its an adventure, my lovelies!! i hope you all enjoy this one!! brat!irene x reader disclaimer/s : smut. i suggest going to look for fluffier or angstier content.

You slipped on your suit jacket before looking around to look for the tie you saved for the dinner with you and Irene's friends. A sigh breaks from your lips as you lift the loose clothes around you.

Before you could utter any curses in frustration, your fiancée pipes up from behind you, the tie in hand, twirling in between her fingers gingerly with a cheeky smirk, "Looking for this, hotshot?"

You chuckle as she struts up to you, sinfully high heels and in nothing but a thin night slip. Knowing full well she would rather have you home with her than to go to a random dinner with both your friends. You reach out for the tie only for her to wrap it around your neck.

Your pulse hammers as she slinks around the back of your neck, drawing you closer. The cherry scent of her lipgloss enticing you, gaze remaining on her pink lips. Allowing your mind to wonder she smirks to herself.

Irene tugs you closer, her lips touching the corner of your jaw. Your breath trembles as she does, the contact innocent but you were familiar with that glint in her eyes. "Irene." You begin sternly only for her to brush you off.

"You know I could just tell everyone you aren't feeling well..." The shorter woman trails her kisses lower to your neck, allowing her lips to linger on your sweet spot, right atop your clavicle. You swallow hard as you stare down at her lust laden eyes. "And that I needed to nurse you back to health."

You chuckle darkly before taking her hands in yours, "Counter offer," Pausing to place her hands behind her back, keeping them there with one hand while the other props her head up to make her keep your gaze. "We're going to dinner, you're going to be my good little girl..." You smirk watching her cheeks flush at the name, "And if you do that, you'll be rewarded tonight."

Catching her lips between yours, your tongue skimming across her lower lip teasingly. A soft whine breaks from her as you pull away. With a quirked brow, your lips press to the conch of her ear, whispering with much conviction and power, "You're going to be a good girl for me, yes?"

Irene bites her lip as your hand stroke her waist slowly, she gets on her tippy toes and pecks your lips gently, "The best, ma'am."

You smirk before letting her hands free, and fixing the tie around your neck. Eyes glued on Irene's silhouette as she got changed, knowing full well she was putting on a show for you. You silently pray that she would keep her word.

Short to say, the dinner was hell.

From the moment you arrived, Irene had done nothing but tease you, stroking your stomach as you both sat in the den, her leg rubbing up against yours during the dinner proper, her eyes never leaving yours as she did, and of course the comments here and there.

"Yes I would say, Y/n is very, very good with her mouth." When discussing your eloquence. "If she's lucky it won't be the only creamy meal she'll have tonight." Whispered to her cousins between swigs of her red wine. And the real kicker, "Y/n's a softy, she'll cave in to anything I want, wouldn't you say so sweetie?"

Irene's eyes were glued onto you, you grit your teeth together as you wonder how shameless your fiancée is. You down the whiskey Seulgi had given you before excusing yourselves from the party, claiming that you had work early the next day. But the glances you got made you very aware the other guests knew why you were leaving.

"Eager, N/n?" She teases with a small smirk only to be met with silence.

The ride home was silent but you saw how her lips upturned, under the impression she'd get exactly what she wanted. You grumble curses to yourself as you pull up to the parking, turning the car off. Still not looking at her, "I want you in the bedroom, stripped down and ready for me."

You turn to face her, a stoic expression falling on your face as you take her chin in your hand, forcing her to look at you. Fighting back the smirk from peeking on your lips, Irene is staring at you with a darkness in her eyes. "Do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am." She responds before slipping out of the car as you feel your cheeks heat up. You wait a few minutes, taking your phone out to apologize to your friends for leaving as early as you did to which they responded with smirking faces and 'get it' messages.

Before long, you step into your shared home with Irene. You slip into your shared bedroom only for frustration, in more ways than one, building as you saw Irene staring back at you defiantly

"Why the hell do you insist on being a fucking brat, Irene." You growl as she turns to face you with a teasing and sultry grin on her face as she removes her make-up and accessories.

You tug her from her vanity chair. Quickly, you're a mere breathe's away, she gasps at your sudden movements. You glare at her, "Each time tonight you go out of your way to disobey me." She moans loudly as your hands slip down to her bottom, squeezing before laying a quick slap to her bouncy flesh. "Just how desperate are you, slut?"

"Not very nice, Y/n. You shouldn't tease that way." You laugh dryly before pulling her down onto the bed, with her atop you. She hadn't reclaimed her bearings when you tore her dress open, leaving her body exposed for you. Irene gasps as your lips take her neck roughly, leaving dozens upon dozens of reddening marks, "You have no fucking right, Joohyun." You growl into her skin.

"I asked one thing, to wait for an hour at most before I gave into your desires." She whines as you smack her clothed cunt. "But you just had to go about parading just how horny you were."

She cries out as you move from her front to the back, slapping her firm bottom. Once, twice, thrice, the sound rings out through your room, paired with Irene's moans. You lose count until your fiancée has tears in her eyes and is clawing at your shoulder, grinding down, desperately looking for any friction against her cunt.

"Tonight is going to be so fucking long, desperate whore." You whisper as your hand smooths out her red and hot ass. Before Irene can say anything more, your hand quickly tangles between her dark locks, simultaneously snapping your hand back onto her ass. She whines and grinds down into your

"No. More. Fucking. Talking." You whisper, each word being emphasized with a harsh slap on her bottom. Irene was all but drooling as your hand continuously collided with her awaiting skin. Her arms now wrapped around your neck as the most obscene noises from her lips. "Y/n—"

"Not my name to you anymore, brat." You clutch her hair tighter, her voice becoming thin as she cries out in a twisted mix of pleasure and pain. "If you so much as say anything but yes, stop, or ma'am, I'll make sure that walking into practice tomorrow is the hardest thing you've ever had to do."

You pull her into a rough kiss, you're sure that both your lips would be bruised after this little encounter of yours. You pull her head back as you whisper, lips turning up a little seeing the aroused flush of her cheeks, eyes dark, and her mouth agape slightly, catching her breath.

When she doesn't respond, you push your thigh into her needy and damp cunt as your hands soothed her overused ass. "Do you understand, brat?"

Irene smiles dazed, "Yes ma'am."

and irene will forever be my greatest fantasy because out of all the idols i stan i think she would be the most unachievable HAHAHAH i hope you all enjoyed this my lovelies!! my midterms are done but the grind never stops for a barely passing student :"") i'll try to get through it all but i hope you understand why i dont get to post on some days :"") in any case tho, i hope you enjoyed!! i will see you all as soon as i can, i love you all vv much and keep save :>> - r

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[solecize]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ  𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐃 | 𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘.  as  you  attempt  to  claw  away  at  keeping  your  title  as  the  nation's  sweetheart  following  a  dispatch  scandal  that  put  a  pause  on  your  career  for  a  nearly  year  long  hiatus,  everyone  in  your  circle  and  your  company  seems  to  tip-toe  around  you.  you're  a  monster,  a  diva,  an  explosion  waiting  to  be  set  off.  they  go  on  to  release  the  staff  around  with  NDAs  regarding  your  dating  leak  and  hire  a  new  team  altogether  out  of  necessity.  amongst  them  is  the  straight-faced  irene,  the  quiet  stylist  with  a  mastermind  that  vows  to  help  you  in  your  return  every  step  of  the  way.  she  guides  you  through  the  next  chapter  of  your  career,  becoming  your  bravery  when  you  couldn't  be  your  own.     𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. irene x idol!reader 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. swearing 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. 2.0k 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.  this is probably the first piece of fiction i’ve written in 2 years so its a lil rough sorry lol anyway this is gonna be a short series, probably around 5 parts or so maybe less idk 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ  PART 01/05.

she always asked what you were giggling about - seemingly every time she painted lip gloss across your smile, you were holding back a laugh. it was mostly to her own exasperation, as the crease that formed between her brows was supposed to show just how much harder you were making her job for her. irene didn’t actually ever mind, though. it was you, how could she? 

after returning to your group to take part in the preparations for your fourth mini album comeback, it was made evident to you that management was taking each step with caution. not in regards to your wellbeing, no, it wasn’t definitely not that. it was the way it seemed as though the world began walking on eggshells around you after your forced hiatus. it was also the way the world seemed to be constantly giving you a side eye, going over all the variants of the word ‘diva’ in their heads.

not irene, though.

since pre-debut, you were used to certain personalities from idol staff. there were all sorts - from the older, stricter company employees that scrutinized your every move, the staff that were too scared to even speak directly to you, the staff that were big fans and did everything in their power to please you. some of the long term faces that stuck by your group for the past few years had even become your friends. 

when irene came along, you nearly picked a fight with her for no reason. frustrated and on your first day back from “vacation,” you were met with the stunning irene and immediately grew territorial. who was this beautiful stranger and why was she taking up space in the middle of your trailer? she, of course, looked back at you with a blank face and proceeded to tell you to strip without any hi or introduction.

“strip,” irene commanded, as she rifled through the rack of clothes in front of her. 

her hands swiped between flashes of different shades of purple - the theme for the first couple of scenes of the music video .  you were left speechless for a second, tongue tumbling on any form of introduction, which irene had promptly skipped over. she met your eyes, making you snap out of your stutter, and her pointed look towards your left showed that your other members were already getting their video shoot clothes on.

“um, i’m y/n. what happened to cha - “

“i don’t know and i don’t really care. take off your jewelry, too.” in the middle of buttoning your jeans down, you saw that irene had quickly laid out what you would be wearing on camera. an off the shoulder lilac gingham piece that would brush against your ankles with puff sleeves, paired with freshwater pearls. it screamed sweet and loving “girl next door” all over - although, in your eyes, it was the perfect “please forgive me” look to your fanbase following the dating scandal that halted your career for multiple months. irene knew what she was doing.

you were able to get a good look at irene for the first time - or at least, the best you could with the way she moved so quickly. she was definitely around your age and definitely gave the impression of an idol herself. she was naturally beautiful, maybe one of the most beautiful girls you’d ever seen, and even in her work clothes of a simple long sleeve and jeans, irene looked like a model herself. her long black hair was pulled into a low ponytail, with a few strands of hair framing her face. you noticed her identification lanyard was decorated with hello kitty stickers.

your shoes were finally off, but you were still stunned silent. your group mate, sohye, glanced over at you with a puzzled expression. you noticed she was already in her dress and you hurriedly grabbed your own to hop your feet in. she was still staring at you, as her own stylist began doing as well. however, the latter seemed to be fighting a smirk. 

“what?”

sohye met eyes with her stylist and mirrored the same devious look. “nothing! you’re just really quiet, y/n....”

it was true. you were the fire cracker of the group, the one who’s laughter rung throughout the entire venue alone. boisterous and proud, you were made silent at the unique nature of the group’s newest staff member. this caught the attention of a few others in the room, a bit confused, as you were often the loudest voice in the room. you would at least be cracking some good-hearted jokes about your time off or practicing runs with sohye. you still weren’t sure why she was smirking at you and irene, though. 

“...met her match....”

“ladies! can we get a move on? mio, you still have to get your extensions in! bora, are you taking those pics for instagram? fantastic! and...y/n, you’re still getting your outfit on?” it was your manager, also known as the second loudest voice in the room. he seemed to take on a permanently frantic state across your group’s life span, as he dashed in the room out of nowhere, murmuring things at the appearance of his idols and scribbling things on a clipboard. 

he sighed, looking over at irene. “she’s not giving you a hard time, is she?”

“hey!”

“no, she’s been fine,” was irene’s reply, as she plugged in a curling iron on the pastel pink vanity in front of the two of you, not missing a beat. your manager looked at you, then back at irene, and simply shrugged and continued rambling about your group’s schedule for the next two hours. 

you let out a deep sigh that went unnoticed by the others in the room, except irene who raised an eyebrow at you, while simultaneously ushering you to the makeup chair. it really should have been you looking at her like that, as you were taken aback by how on her feet she was - in multiple ways. irene moved like a machine, weaving back and forth in the small space allocated to the both of you at the speed of light. she called over some assistant makeup artists to begin their work on you, as she ignored you in favour for directing the look that they were going for on you. irene was also on her feet against your group’s manager, the head honcho that typically leaves staff members unnerved. she was swift and she was direct. that was the first thing you ever noticed about her.

bora sauntered over and peered at you with a frown. “hey. why does y/n get the nicest set?” between the three other members, it was clear that bora still wasn’t over the fact that you got caught with a dating scandal. it looked bad on all of them as a group and you had apologized profusely to them for being a hinderance, but she was still showing the same level of disdain she had before. you two were never the closest in particular and now, it seemed like your friendship, or even profession relationship at  the least, was beyond repair.

you rolled your eyes at her. “go back to your own space, damn.” 

“well, you’re the one that messed up, i just don’t see why the company gave you irene. she’s the best of the best and my stylist is dressing me up like dora the explorer,” she grumbled the last part under her breath, returning her attention to her phone screen, where she was undoubtedly scrolling through social media to see what the fans were posting about her. 

it was technically your first day back. you and the girls quickly recorded your album in under a month and were thrown into the wolves that were better known as a kpop comeback. it was a record, basically unheard of in your company. however, plans changed following the scrapped debut of what was supposed to be a new boy group and a slot was left wide open for your group. everything had been a whirlwind so far and there was definitely an air of extra pressure following your hiatus, the need to prove yourself almost. it was your first day back and nearly everyone around you was giving you shit and you were exhausted. 

“it’s my first day, too. i’m taking it easy,” irene’s velvety voice chimed in out of nowhere, lowered to a volume that could only heard between the two of you, as she gently wrapped a section of hair around the curling wand, “and you should also, especially after everything.”

you were taken aback by the sudden words of wisdom, but realized fast that she was right. “you have a point, um, irene.” 

at this point, she had yet to introduce herself and you caught her name from bora, who seemed to already be acquainted with irene’s good reputation as a stylist. the name fumbled a bit off your tongue in your vulnerable state, a bit anxious for a variety of reasons. to your surprise, irene frowned a bit, which was her first display of any emotion the entire time.

“i’ll admit, i had to look into the group that i was going to work for,” irene began and you were prepared to wince at her opinion of the whole hiatus mess, “and i’ve seen you. you’re really strong-minded, why are you letting them get to you?”

“you’ve seen me?” that was the only thing you really focused on for a second, ignoring a flutter in your stomach. flattery was what you thought it was, as you wondered what irene thought of you and your talents.

this conversation was happening as you let the other two assistant makeup artists continuously flicked and dabbed with brushes and sponges on your face in silence. you noticed they didn’t even look at you in the eye, something you had seen many times before in the past. however, this time, you felt as though it wasn’t out of shyness or being starstruck. everyone had been continuously giving you a certain look after your return from hiatus and you only assumed the artists were participating in this cold-shoulder fest, between your manager to netizens to even your own group member. their opinion of you, though, wasn’t as important to you as irene’s opinion.

you caught yourself and cleared your throat. “i mean - well...i don’t know what you’re talking about.” it was a lie right through your teeth.

“chin up,” she commanded once again and you immediately did so, as she approached you with a beautiful strawberry-coloured lip pencil. 

you met her eyes as she began carefully carving out the outline of your lips with careful movements. something in you was glad that you got a new stylist and especially more so that she was in charge of you and only you. despite this feeling of welcomeness, you remained confused as to what irene was getting to.

“don’t let them give you shit,” irene replied, as she finished the last touches of your lip liner and had reached over for a matching lipgloss. she leaned over and resume her place right in front of you, still decorating your features with the gentlest of moves. 

that was the second thing you ever noticed about irene. from the moment you walked in and met her, you saw that she took absolutely no shit from anyone. that included you, your manager, and anyone else who dared. she stood her ground and did so gracefully. you were instantly envious of the way she held herself.

however, she saw that you could do the same. you smiled a bit and while irene also cracked a bit of a smile, just nearly tugging on the corner of her lips, it quickly turned into a sterner look.

“okay, but i didn’t say move. stop smiling or laughing or whatever.” 

time was ticking, as the camera crew wanted to get the good shots in before the forecasted rain began later in the afternoon. everyone was engaged in the hustle and bustle of the day ahead, but for the first time that entire day, you were able to breathe freely and smile. well, smile as much as you could until irene tsked you because you were moving and ruining her vision. this would be the first of many iconic looks that irene would craft for you for the comeback ahead. more importantly, it was the first time you became her muse and she became your rock.

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[ireneanon]

do you think irene is into edging? would she be edged or would she do the edging

i can see her being into edging. she would like both getting edged and edging her partner. she enjoys the control you have over her when you’re edging her and vice versa. she would like the aspect of knowing she’s making you feel that good and she’s the only one who can make you feel that good.

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[redveluvd]

irene <3333

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[blu-joons]

When They Notice That You’ve Injured Yourself ~ Red Velvet Reaction

Irene:

A gasp came from Joohyun as she watched you walk across the room, calling out your name as she noticed the mark along the back of your arm.

“You’re bleeding!” Joohyun yelled out as you turned back to look at her in confusion. “What’ve you done to suddenly get a cut that bad on your arm?”

You tried to get a look for yourself, surprised by the trickle that ran down your arm. “I’ve got no idea, all I did was sit on the sofa, nothing else happened.”

“Come here,” Joohyun told you, grabbing a tissue from the tissue box and placing it against your arm to try and help you tidy it up, “it doesn’t look too painful.”

“I don’t know what I could’ve done to get something like this.”

Joohyun’s head shook as you looked back at her innocently. “We might have to wrap you in cotton wool to stop these things happening.”

“Somehow I’m finding a way to be a danger even in the least dangerous positions,” you chuckled, watching Joohyun closely.

“You’re just too much trouble sometimes.”

Seulgi:

Her eyes watched you closely as you walked around the bedroom, with something not quite looking as it usually did from where Seulgi was.

“Why are you hobbling?” She asked you after a few moments to make sure that she was right, “have you injured your leg or something at work?”

You froze as Seulgi spoke, looking down at your leg before shaking your head. “My leg feels completely fine, I didn’t even realise I was hobbling.”

“Sit down for a second,” she told you, patting the foot of the bed. “Let me just have a look at you to make absolutely sure that you’re alright, you never know.”

“Surely I’d know if something was hurting to hobble though.”

Seulgi shrugged as she began to take a look at your leg, “maybe if it’s been hurting for so long you’ve switched off to it a little bit.”

“Y-yeah,” you stuttered before hissing as she ran her hand along the back of your calf, “maybe I have done something.”

“See, I told you, it’s not quite right.”

Wendy:

You felt two hands grab onto your waist as you went to stand up from the sofa, only to lose your balance and almost go toppling back down again.

“Are you alright?” Seungwan asked you in a panic as she helped you down, her eyes studying you closely to check how your condition was.

Your head nodded, trying your best to ignore how dizzy you suddenly felt. “Sorry, I don’t really know what happened there, I just lost control.”

“Do you remember when you hit your head on the beam at the cafe earlier?” Seungwan asked you, “maybe you hit your head a little bit harder than you realised you did.”

“You think that I could be concussed or something?”

Seungwan’s expression was all that you needed to know what she was thinking. “It might explain why you just lost your balance, right?”

“Perhaps that’s a good point,” you sighed, laying back on the sofa, “you’ll just have to look after me if I’m concussed then.”

“Don’t smile too widely at that bit.”

Joy:

A gasp came from Sooyoung as she watched you lift your top over your head, struck by the bruise that was on your hip, looking rather painful too.

“What on earth happened to you?” She asked once you had your top off, pointing directly at the purple mark that you had against your side.

A hum came from you as you looked down and noticed the bruise for the first time, “I must’ve bumped into something and not realised.”

“How do you not realise?” Sooyoung asked you in confusion. “Look at the colour of that Y/N, how could you have possibly got through the day and not noticed that there?”

“I honestly had no idea, maybe I did it through the night.”

Sooyoung’s head shook as you put your pyjama top on, “we need to look after that, maybe I could get you a cushion to sleep on tonight?”

“It’s not that big of a deal,” you tried your best to insist, “I’ve got through the day with it, sleeping should be no bother.”

“No way, I’m not risking anything Y/N.”

Yeri:

Your head snapped around as Yerim took a hold of your arm, the smile on her face disappearing as she looked down at the cut that you had on your leg.

“Look,” she told you as you looked cluelessly across at her, unsure what was going on. “How’ve you managed to cut your leg like that, what did you do?”

Your shoulders shrugged as you knelt down to get a closer look. “I did have a cut there before, maybe I caught it and made it start bleeding again.”

“Let me take care of it,” Yerim smiled across to you, grabbing a tissue and wiping it down, being careful to tidy everything up and not risk hurting you anymore.”

“There’s got to be a plaster lying around here somewhere too.”

Yerim nodded in agreement with you, “the only downside to that is the plasters we have aren’t exactly on the grown up side right now.”

“I’ll take anything,” you assured her. “Plus, you’re never too old for a funky plaster, the stupider the plaster the better.”

“Prepare to be super embarrassed now.”

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Masterlist

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[totaly-obsessed]

A Lesson in Accepting

Barcelona Femení x reader

-> Despite reader's best efforts to hide her illness and join in training, a she learns the importance of listening to her body and her teammates

-> Wordcount: ≈ 1.770

-> The happiest birthday to @sleekswosobession - love you!

➳ Masterlist

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"Oye! No chiqui - off!”

Hmmpf.

Out of all the older players, Lucy was usually the fun one. But today she didn’t want you climbing on her and she had gotten annoyed when you tried to steal her shoes. Maybe a new victim was needed for your shenanigans. But who?

Just as you started to look around for Vicky, the arm of Marta found its way onto your shoulder, Caroline now at the other side as they dragged you into the changing rooms. “Don’t even think about it.”

Music blasted through the room, with Salma by the speakers as her phone was connected to it, getting ready while swaying to her music. A quick look around made it obvious that your cubby for the day was between Frido and Ingrid.

Great.

You missed the days were you were at your rightful place between Patri and Cata, Claudia joining you after quickly changing into her kit. Those were the fun days when you had just joined the team. Fresh from Australia and full of energy and nerves Patri and Claudia had taken you under their wing.

Just two weeks later Alexia fell over her tied-together laces, just to see you laughing in a corner, hiding behind your new friends. The room had fallen quiet, everyone scared of what their captain would do.

Laugh.

Alexia Putellas, their strong and serious captain, started laughing at being tricked by a sixteen-year-old Australian rookie. Hesitantly the other players started to laugh, watching the blonde from the corner of their eyes, just to make sure that she wouldn’t get pissy at them laughing.

But now you were stuck between different adults every week, your number never hanging in the same spot, and for today's game, it was the space between two tall scandis. While they were incredibly nice, neither of them had a fable for letting you run wild - but they let you yap as much as you want. A win is a win. And at this point, you’d take anything.

Rainy games were your favorite games. You loved sliding around on the drenched pitch, tackling an opponent whenever you could, and getting your kit as dirty as possible. And that game was no different.

Sliding here - sliding there.

Mapi thought it was hilarious how you sprinted across the waterlogged pitch, stealing the ball of one opponent after the other.

“Chiqui come here and let me dry your hair, you’ll get sick.”

Irene was in mother mode, fussing over you and Vicky, who looked like the two happiest girls on the planet. Both of you had been in the starting eleven, something that didn’t happen as often. But with the weather conditions and the not-as-competitive opponent, Jona caved to your synchronized begging.

“I won’t. Promise!”

And with that, you were off again. Running outside, leaving the changing room early. Jona had been quick with his talk and the girls were just warming up and getting something to eat or massaged. But you run out to play on the field with the girls sitting on the bench.

Bruna and Jana made it a fun game, sending the ball just slightly wide every time, so that you had to be quick, falling over more than once during it.

Alexia just shook her head in amusement when she came back to the pitch, the other girls following in their captain's stride.

“Chiquitita wear a jacket for me please?” The Catalan’s English was great, even if she was too shy to speak it most of the time. Her hands held out a jacket to you, an eyebrow raised in question.

“I’ll be okay, thank you, Ale!”

And you would be okay, at least for the rest of the night - giving it your all on the pitch and giving it your all when you were the entertainment of the following movie night. Mapi had given you one of those cheap Karaoke microphones and with that, you kept narrating the movies much to everyone else's annoyance.

Mapi thought you were hilarious though. And with everyone smiling at you even if they acted annoyed, you kept going all the way until Lucy and Ona dropped you off at the apartment Barcelona gave you.

In the beginning, the Team members had been worried about you living there, all alone at only sixteen. But Vicky had been fine - she was an angel as opposed to the whirlwind of an Australian that had been added to the team with you. You would be at training most days anyway and doing stuff with the girls even on days off, so you’d be fine. Right?

Well usually you would be fine, but waking up with an itchy throat, annoying cough, and a runny nose topped by a fever, was not a funny thing.

Just like that, all your plans with Vicky for the day had been canceled. The two of you wanted to explore the city and then visit the library closest to the Sagrada Familia, but all of that went to waste now as you were trying to get rid of this cold as fast as possible.

But it turns out it wasn’t that easy. A day later you were still sick, your voice so hoarse that it was hard to understand. You had debated calling Jona and letting him know, but then Alexia and Irene would have been right when it came to you getting sick. You just needed to power through. Tomorrow you will be all good again.

After oversleeping you practically raced to the training center for gym day. Well raced as fast as you can with public transport - a mask secure on your face. You looked sick enough that strangers raised a brow at your sweaty forehead.

To your luck the changing rooms were empty, all of the girls were already in the gym, so you could change in peace, trying to take deep breaths as well as you could. Man, you hated having a stuffy nose.

The bright lights and the loud music made you wince when you entered the big space, with everyone on different equipment. You quickly explained to Jona that your bus had been late, and just by his facial expression you could see that he didn’t believe a word out of your mouth.

He knew. Fuck. But he didn’t do or say anything, just going over the plan for today with you.

The other girls tried to get a good look at you, whispering to themselves. This wasn’t the first time you had been late. Sometimes the bus really didn’t come, and sometimes you overslept. But the training staff was never too mad at you - you were a growing girl after all, and needed your sleep.

But usually, when you came in, you would go around greeting the girls one by one, telling them the crazy stories of your bus driver. Today, however, you picked out an empty corner, starting to stretch all by yourself.

When one of the trainers called for partner exercises you were quick to kidnap Vicky, who didn’t even react as she was used to your antics by now. But then she looked at you.

“You’re sick!”

“Shhh!”

With, what you thought, quick reflexes you pushed her head down so that she would lower her voice. “Don’t tell on me! Or I’ll tell Sandra.”

The young Spaniard was caught in an odd situation - realistically she knew she should tell Alexia, or at least someone - but she was terrified of the goalkeeper finding out. With a solemn nod, she gave in.

You didn’t believe her, holding onto her right hand as tightly as you could “No! "Promise me!”

“Fine. I promise. Now get your clammy hands off me please.”

Now it wasn’t just you who ran around like a headless chicken, stumbling over nothing and barely strong enough to lift any weight at all, but also Vicky, who desperately tried to avoid eye contact with someone else, whispering hushed annoyances in your ear.

“They’re weird, no?” Aitana had made her way to Alexia, who was watching the whole thing unfold in front of her. “Very weird..", she nodded.

When a break was called, you hurried off to the bathrooms, while Vicky tried to avoid anything and everyone.

But that didn’t hold on for too long, as she was cornered by Alexia, Irene, Aitana, and Ingrid. The other girls watched from a distance, knowing what was happening.

“I don’t know anything!”

“We didn’t say anything.” Irene was trying really hard not to let an amused smile crack through and instead keep up the intimidating frown.

One eyebrow went up. Then the other.

“Okay, fine!”

Alexia relaxed her face again, knowing that had been enough for Vicky to spill everything she knew.

“She’s sick.”

“Chiquitita!”

Ingrid didn’t get an answer and started looking around the facilities as quickly as she could while Aitana tried to console a guilt-ridden Vicky, telling her that she had done the right thing, emphasizing how dangerous it was that you were exercising.

They could hear you coughing before they even saw you, as Ingrid dragged you to the gym as gently as she could, nearly just carrying you.

“Ai Chiqui. What are you doing here, you’re sick amor, you need to rest.”

Alexia's soft mothering tone gave you the rest, tears forming in your eyes. “I’m sorry… Just didn’t want to miss out.” Sobs wrecked your tired body as some of your letters got swallowed.

“Shhh, let’s get you home.” Your captain dried tears after tears as she helped you out of the room and into the showers.

Jona looked happy with how everything turned out, he knew that Alexia would take care of it - her heart was soft for the youngsters on the team, no matter how hard she tried to hide it.

On your way out your eyes met Vicky's. “You promised not to tell Vic!”.

“Oye, keep walking, or we’ll call Catley. I’m sure she would love to hear about your situation.” It was Mapi that nudged you, a teasing smile on her face.

Hmmpf.

"Sandra Vicky put shaving cream in your gloves!"

And with that you let your captain drag you out of the room, smiling at the chaos that exploded behind you.

After getting washed up and changed, Ale helped you to her car and started driving to her home, not listening to the whines that you wanted to go to your apartment.

“You can say it now, Ale.”

She could see you were close to falling asleep, head resting on your seatbelt.

“I told you so. Now let’s get you healthy again.”

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[pitchsidestories]

familia II Irene Paredes/Barça Femeni x Reader

masterlist I word count: 1991

a/n: based off this lovely request here. Thank you for sending us so many great requests !

You loved training camps with the FC Barcelona. They were always loads of fun. The players seemed happy and the weather was great. But this time, you were also painfully reminded how exhausting camp life could be. As the team doctor, you had to be there for their medical needs at all times and the past few days, the players had kept you quite busy. So busy, in fact, that you barely had time for your girlfriend.

In a quiet moment during your lunch break, your girlfriend snaked her arm around your waist and whispered into your ear: “Let’s do something tonight. Only us two.“

There was something impatient in her eyes as you turned towards her. You were glad to hear that she missed your alone-time as much as you did.

“Yes, that sounds great.“, you smiled.

The two of you did not even have the time for a quick kiss as another stumbled into the treatment room.

Patri stopped right in front of you and heaved an annoyed sigh: “Hey, Doc. We need an ice pack.“

“An ice pack? Patri, tell me quickly what happened.“, you urged her sternly.

As a response, the young midfielder rolled her eyes: “Claudias finger got trapped in the door. Nothing happened but she is pouting.“

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of that.“, you promised and took an ice pack out of the freezer.

“Thanks.“, Patri said while leading you and Irene to the injured player.

Claudia stood in front of the dressing room, holding her finger. Her brows were furrowed and for some reason, she reminded you of an oversized toddler.

“Claudia. I heard about the accident with your finger.“, you started and held out your hand so she would show you her finger.

While you examined her hand, she complained: “That was Patris fault.“

The older player took a deep breath in an attempt to protest but one look from Irene made her close her mouth immediately.

Her finger seemed fine but still, you could not stop yourself from hugging her: “Oh, Claudia. Do you need some ice?“

She nodded, her big blue eyes widened: “Yes.“

You handed her the ice pack: “You’re welcome.“

“I told you it wasn’t that bad.“, Patri scoffed, slightly annoyed.

“It’ll be alright.“, you promised them both before the two players disappeared into the dressing room.

Irene should have followed but instead her arms wrapped around your body once again. With a fond smile, she said: “Can’t wait for tonight.“

“Me neither.“, you replied happily but someone else quickly caught your attention.

Mapi was on the pitch and tried to do some tricks with the football. One of her knees was still in a brace after her meniscus injury.

Your heart sank for a moment, watching her rather reckless moves: “Mapi, be careful!“

“I’m fine.“, she answered nonchalantly, keeping her focus on the ball.

“Think of your knee, Maria!“, you yelled back at her.

As you had suspected, this got her attention. She stopped and grimaced at you: “Maria?!“

“So, you know I’m serious about it.”, you crossed your arms in front of your chest.

With a smirk on her face the defender tried to reassure you:” Calm down, I’m fine.”

“Please be careful with your knee, okay? It needs a bit more resting time to properly heal.”, you sighed.

She couldn’t help but to roll her eyes at your protectiveness:” Yeah, mum.”

“Don’t mum me, Maria. We’re only two years apart!”, you reminded her.

“Then stop acting like a mum.”, Mapi countered.

Quickly you corrected the football player: “I’m not, it’s my advice to you as a doctor.”

“Sure, mum.”, Mapi responded in a teasingly tone.

You groaned and demanded from her to stop it.

Grinning Irene who you haven’t noticed while having your talk with the younger player joined the conversation:” But our children would behave better.”

“Lies. They would do the same.”, the heavily tattooed Spaniard disagreed.

“I strongly believe they wouldn’t be as annoying.”, you joked as you exchanged knowingly looks with your girlfriend. You were able to communicate with each other without words which was helpful on and off the pitch.

The peaceful moment between you two was interrupted once again by a player, this time it was Mapi: “Yeah, they would.”

Afterwards she promised to be more careful with her knee. You knew how much you asked of her, as an athlete all they want to do is play with a ball at their feet. Every injury was a reminder that their time as football players was short and could end at any moment.

A bit later the rest of her teammates arrived in their training clothes. Watching Keira, you gasped out loud:” Oh my god, Keira. Have you forgot your sunscreen again?”

“Why? What do you mean?”, Keira frowned at you.

Frustratedly you pointed to the sky, the sun was still intense even in the afternoon:” It’s so sunny outside, you need to protect your skin.”

“Your nose is already getting sunburned.” Lucy stated matter-of-factly.

“You English always underestimate the sun here.”, you chuckled before handing Keira the sunscreen which has been in your bag for emergency cases like this.

The dark-haired defender who was half Portuguese protested smiling:” Hey, leave me out of this.”

“You need that sun protection too, Lucia.”, you remarked.

“Here, take it before you get in trouble.”, Keira whispered.

“Ugh fine.”, the older of the English players mumbled.

Satisfied you turned around only to be face to face to Barcelona’s captain who smirked at you:” Happy madre happy life.”

“Alexia not you too.”

“Just here to steal your girlfriend for the gym session.”, she winked at you.

“Alright, I’ll see you both at dinner. Time for me to look at the injured players.”, you announced.

With a warm smile Irene said:” Have fun.”

“You too.”, you answered. Although fun was a difficult wish to fulfil considering you had to take care of the women who were currently out of the game and they needed  extra care physically as well as mentally.

“Come on, Irene, you need to work on your muscles!“, Alexia teased as they walked side by side to the gym.

Irenes jaw dropped open: “Excuse me?!“

Alexia grinned back at her: “You heard me.“

“Go work on your knee instead.“, Irene laughed and playfully pushed her teammate in the direction of the gym doors.

Alexia rolled her eyes: “You sound like your girlfriend.“

“Someone has to tell you.“, Irene shrugged while starting with her workout plan under the supervision of one of the physios.

Her teammate followed suit: “Yeah, I know.“

The two football players worked in silence for a while until Alexia gave Irene an inquisitive look: “Were you serious about the children earlier?“

Surprised by the question, Irene paused her exercise and laughed: “About actual children? We already have you.“

“And?“, Alexia shrugged.

The defender continued to feign cluelessness: “And what?“

“Just letting you know that we’d be there for you two when you decide to have actual children.“

“Thanks. We appreciate that.“, Irene replied casually.

Alexia just smiled knowingly and focused on her workout again: “You’re welcome.“

Dinner was one of the few regular moments in camp when you and Irene had some time for each other. Her hair was still damp from the shower when she sat down next to you. She had the same satisfied expression her face that she always had after a good workout.

“Hi, how was your gym session?“, you greeted her while filling her glass with water, making sure she was adequately hydrated.

Irene gratefully took a sip before answering: “Good, really. But Ale was weird.“

“Weirder than usual?“

She softly chuckled: “Yes.“

“What did she do?“, you asked curiously.

Irene lowered her voice so the other players on your table would not hear her: “She said something about supporting us if we’d actually wanted to have children one day.“

“Wait, that doesn’t sound like Ale at all.“, you joked.

“No, it doesn’t.“

“Strange.“, you commented. Subconsciously, you looked at Alexia on the neighbouring table. A tablet was propped up in front of her while she ate. You assumed that she once again looked at video footage of games and training sessions. “Ale?“

She looked up in surprise: “Huh?“

“It’s not a match day tomorrow. Take a break, you don’t need to overwork yourself.“, you gently reminded her.

“I’m not.“, she protested, her eyes darting back to the screen.

You raised an eyebrow: “Promise?“

She gave a you a small smile: “Promise.“

“Okay.“, you sighed and turned back to your dinner.

Irenes elbow bumped against yours just as you were about to finish eating. She pointed outside the dining room window: “Y/n, want to go to the beach now? The sun is about to set.“

You carefully put your fork down and again glanced over to Alexia who was still focused on her screen: “Sure.“

“Come on, she’ll be fine.“, Irene smiled comforting at you.

After one last look at the captain, you admitted:” You’re right.”

With that said your girlfriend stood up, holding her hand out for you take it:” Let’s go.”

“Coming.”, you reassured her.

Silently you walked to the beach, enjoying each other’s company after a long workday. The sand was still warm underneath your feet even though the sun was about to set. The sky was pink and purple shaded.

Irene was the first to speak again:” It’s nice here.”

“I agree, also the calmness feels nice after such an eventful day.”, you replied, admiring the scenery in front of you.

The defender smirked at you:” Quite busy with our children, right?”

“Yeah, but I’d not change a thing about it. I love them.”, you confessed smiling fondly while thinking about the players.

“Me too. Mostly.”, she responded.

Amused you lifted an eyebrow:” Mostly?”

“They can be annoying.”, Irene shrugged her shoulders.

Slowly you agreed:” Yes, sometimes.”

“But I’d not swap them for anything else.”, your girlfriend replied in an honest tone.

Thoughtfully you nodded to her remark:” Me neither, they are family.”

“They are.”

As the waves crashed to the shore your lips touched for a heartfelt kiss. Afterwards you two still leaned your foreheads together, eyes closed, enjoying the moment.

“If we ever have real children, we’re well prepared.”, Irene whispered.

Hearing her saying this out loud made you yearn for a family of your own:” Yes, they would welcome them in immediately, I’ve no doubt about that.”

“I’m sure.”, she sounded sincere.

“Are you thinking about starting to try for children?”, you cautiously asked her.

Nervously the defender licked her lips:” I mean it’s a nice thought to have children one day.” For a moment Irene paused before adding, would you want that too?”

“I do, yes.”

Your girlfriends face lit up with giddy excitement:” So we’re trying it?”

“Yeah, we’ll.” Suddenly you were interrupted by her teammates who were running towards you.

“What?”, startled Irene looked at them.

Equally confused you wanted to know from the other women:” Girls, what’s going on?”

“It’s time to celebrate.”, Patri declared grinning.

Curiously you continued: “To celebrate, what?”

“Just to celebrate.”, Alexia waved it off beaming.

Baffled Irene turned to the midfielder who she has been friends with for a very long time:” Ale, were you guys listening to us the whole time?!”

“Maybe.”, she answered with an innocent smile.”

“So, yes. God that’s so embarrassing.”, you groaned.

Empathically Marta padded your shoulders:” We especially loved the family part.”

“Agreed.”, Alexia said.

“It’s simply the truth.”, you told them, your cheeks burning red.

“Guys that was private.”, Irene huffed at her teammates.

This made Mapi roll her eyes:” Oh please, nothing stays private during training camp.”

“Maybe we hate you now.”, you teased her.

“No, you love us.”, Patri shook her head.

With a sigh you gave in:” Yeah, fine, we do.”

Because those women were more to you than just people you worked with, they were family.

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Hi I’m the anon that asked for the Barca x injured teen reader. Maybe you could do one where she is at a game and she breaks her wrist but no one else notices it so she keeps playing and after the game she leaves quickly and no one really thinks anything of it. So when she comes to practice the next day after she had taped her wrist they see her take medicine for the pain and they all ask why she took it but the coach calls them to the field before they can get it out of her. And then during practice she avoiding gõing shoulder to shoulder with anyone and anything related to her wrist. And when she tries to leave alexia grabs her wrist tõ stop her and then that obviously is painful for her and then she tries to say it’s just a bruised but they make her take the tape off and it’s clearly broken. So then they all scõld her and then take care of her.

Sorry if any wõrds are misspelled English isn’t my first language Portuguese is:)

Barcelona Femeni x Injured Teen Reader

Summary: request

TW: injury, pain medication

WC: 1,535

A/N: All the Catalan is google translated so sorry if its all wrong.

As you stepped onto the hallowed pitch of Camp Not, the atmosphere was electric with the anticipation of El Clásico. The sun had set behind the iconic stadium, casting a warm embrace on the sea of passionate fans draped in the famous Blaugrana. The buzz of excitement echoed through the air as you felt the weight of the historic rivalry pulsating through your veins. 

In the 56’ minute, a breakaway opportunity unfolded before you. The crowd’s roars intensified as you sprinted past defenders. The rhythmic pounding of your heart echoes in your ears. The goal was within reach and there was no defender left. 

BANG.

It took you and the crowd that had gone quiet a hot second to grasp what had just happened. Just as you prepared to unleash your shot, Misa had lunged forward with a desperate tackle. The impact was fierce, sending a shockwave through your body as you hit the ground, left arm first. You knew you had done something to your wrist, you could feel an odd sensation but the adrenaline hadn’t allowed the pain to kick in yet.

As you began to rise, a familiar and reassuring hand touched your shoulder. It was Alexia. She had a concern etched on her face. Alexia had taken you under her wing since the moment you joined Barca. 

“Estàs bé?" she asked, her voice filled with worry. 

(Are you alright)

You nodded yes not wanting to worry her. 

“Estàs segura, necessites tractament?” she asked once more, clearly not convinced.

(Are you sure, do you need treatment?)

“I’m fine Alexia, prometo.” 

(promise)

Alexia, though still not fully convinced, helped you up from the ground. 

While you were down, Misa was sent off with a red card, and Barca was granted a penalty. Although you had anticipated Alexia would be the one to take the shot, she placed the ball on the spot and walked over to you.

“Llança el penal, et mereixes el gol." Alexia whispered to you.

(Take the penalty, you deserve the goal.)

You stepped up to the spot, the taste of adrenaline lingering on your tongue, as the weight of the moment settled on your shoulders. The stadium had seemed to hold its breath, and the intensity of this rivalry hung in its air. The replacement goalkeeper eyed you with a mix of anticipation and defiance as you took your stance. 

Time seemed to stretch, and then, with a powerful strike, you sent the ball soaring into the back of the net. The roar of the crowd erupted and your teammates rushed in to celebrate. A surge of endorphins flooded your body, allowing you to completely forget about the painful feeling of your left wrist.

The deafening cheers echoed for a final time around Camp Nou as the the final whistle blew. The elation of the win washed over you, the exhilaration of success mingling with the exhaustion of the 90+ minutes. 

However, as the adrenaline began to subside, the sharp pain in your leg wrist amplified. The celebration continued around you, teammates hugging and supporter chanting but the physical toll of the game lingered. Even the throbbing discomfort in your wrist, you soldiered on, smiling through the festivities, each handshake and hug causing you to wince. The pain continued to become more pronounced until you couldn’t take it anymore. You had completely ignored everyone during the group huddle, your only wish was to escape and find something to soothe your pain. 

As your teammates continued their celebration, you quietly excused yourself, slipping away from them. The adrenaline that once fuelled your every sprint and kick now transformed into a quiet determination to reach the sanctuary of the changing room. 

Sitting in your cubby, you cradled your wrist, wincing ever so slightly as you attempted to examine it. There was already a numbness in your fingers and a dark purple bruise forming around. 

You didn’t want to tell the girls, you justified it as you not wanting to rain on their parades, so to speak but you were afraid of their reactions, and how’d they blow it all out of proportion. 

With a deep breath, you carefully peeled off your jersey, feeling the residual warmth of the game against your skin. Even as you gingerly worked your way out of the uniform, the pain hadn’t subsided. 

The next morning, the broken wrist made its presence known as you got ready for practice. The bruising had gotten worse and you had practically no sensation in your fingers. 

You knew you couldn’t skip practice but you weren’t sure how you’d be able to hide your injury and practice with it. You had at least made the right decision to tape it, wrapping the across the palm, and snaking up your forearm. You’d also chosen to take a couple of paracetamols to mask the pain. 

As you stepped into the locker room, the intricate tape job on your broken wrist didn’t escape the notice of your teammates. Their eyes flickered towards the your heavily wrapped-up wrist as you rummaged through your bag for medication as the dose you’d taken earlier began to wear off. 

A curious silence fell over the room, broken by Mapi’s concerned voice.

“Una mica dur ahir a la nit, eh?” Mapi’s eyes focused on the tape, her expression a mix of worry and curiosity. Irene, Marta and Ingrid exchange glances realizing something wasn’t quite right.

(Bit rough last night huh?)

You dismissed it with a nonchalant shrug, hoping to not bring anymore attention. “Oh, just a knick, nothing major.”

The raised eyebrows and exchanged glances continued as your teammates weren’t convinced. Lucy leaned in, her voice both playful but concerned. “That’s some serious tape artistry. You’re practically a mummy.”

Attempting to defect, you chuckled, “Yeah, just want to be safe. No big deal.”

“Potser hauries de fer que el fisio t'ho revisi, només per estar-ne segur". Irene chimed in.

(Maybe you should have the physio check it out, just to be sure)

"Ignoring injuries doesn't help anyone elskling. We need you in top form for the next match." Ingrid added.

Alexia, who had been quietly observing, narrowed her eyes. She didn’t press the matter but her gaze lingered on your taped wrist.

Jonas saved you from further interrogation. His voice echoed through the locker room, calling everyone to the field. You seized the opportunity to divert attention and escaped. 

During practice, you found yourself instinctively avoiding any situation that could potentially jeopardize your wrist. When Lucy threw ball at you, heading for your left side, you skillfully used your other hand to intercept it, earning a few puzzled glances from your teammates, especially Alexia.

In a passing drill, you subtly adjusted your positioning, ensuring that your injured wrist wouldn't bear the brunt of any unexpected tackles or collisions. The awareness of your own vulnerability cast a shadow over the otherwise routine exercises, and Alexia's concerned gaze intensified as she observed your every move.

Later, during a scrimmage, a teammate passed the ball to you with a bit too much force. You managed to control it with your good hand, but the wince didn't escape Alexia's watchful eyes. The unease among your teammates grew, their suspicions fueled by your efforts to shield the injured wrist.

As practice wrapped up, you made a discreet attempt to slip away hoping to avoid any direct confrontation about your wrist. Alexia, not done with questioning you, reached out and gently grabbed your injured wrist to stop you from leaving. The sharp intake of breath, small shout of pain and the involuntary flinch betrayed you.

"Què està passant? Has estat evitant el teu canell durant tota la pràctica. Deixa'm fer-li una ullada" Alexia asks with a strong authority.

(What happened? You've been avoiding your wrist the entire practice. Let me take a look at it.)

Still desperately trying to downplay the severity, you attempt a reassuring smile, “it’s just a bruise, really. Like I said, no big deal. Prometo.”

(Promise)

But Alexia was less than unconvinced. 

“Deixa de mentir-me. Treu la cinta i ensenya'm el teu canell.” she demanded

(Stop lying to me. Take off the tape and show me your wrist.)

Reluctantly, not seeing a way out of it now, you began unwrapping the carefully layered tape. As the layers peeled away, it became ever more glaringly evident that it was far more than just a cruise. The visible swelling, discolouration and the cautious way you handled your wrist spoke volumes. Alexia’s expression softened immediately. 

“Està trencada.” She stated with a gentle but stern certainty, her hand resting on your now exposed wrist. Alexia’s initial concern transformed into a mixture of disappointment and frustration as the reality of your broken wrist became undeniable.

(It's broken.)

“Per què no m'ho vas dir?” She questioned, her tone carrying a mix of hurt and anger. The weight of her disappointment was palpable, and it hit you harder than you’d expected.

(Why didn't you tell me?)

Caught in the crossfire of emotions, you couldn’t find the words to explain. The attempt to protect you teammates from worry had backfired, leaving you exposed and vulnerable. As Alexia’s frustration lingered, you gelt a torrent of emotions overwhelming you. The facade you had maintained crumbled, and you broke down. 

Alexia, not intending to hurt you with her words immediately softened. She pulled you into a tight embrace, making sure you wrist was in a safe place. 

"Anem a arreglar-te el canell. D'acord?” She guided you to the medical staff, her presence a silent reassurance amid your mental turmoil. The anger was replaced by a quiet understanding and her arms wrapped around your shoulders, offering comfort.

(Let's get your wrist fixed. Ok?)

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[seullovesme]

cockwarming w/ irene bae

pairing ⥬ g!p!irene x reader

genre ⥬ smut

warnings ⥬ sex, slight innocence kink

(nsfw under the cut btw)

just cuddling with irene, listening to her rambling away about her day and how much fun she had because she knows you'll listen to her even if it was nonsense. you discover her love for sudoku and you ask if she could do some with you.

she gets excited and brings out the sudoku book she started, telling you about how easy the first few levels were for her, trying her best to impress you which worked. she begins doing her thing as you compliment her, saying that you're so proud of your smart girl.

but because your girl is skilled, she finished the entire book with some of your help. she's so happy and wishes that you could do more together. this obviously results in you buying a ton of sudoku books because what the bae wants, the bae gets!

irene seated at her desk located in your room, innocently going through her new sudoku book in her sweats with a thin long-sleeve shirt on, when you spot her. she's adorable and you couldn't just stand and admire from afar.

you sit on her lap facing the desk and kiss her cheek, telling her to continue playing. she complies and goes back to filling the boxes with their designated numbers though she's curious on what you're planning to do.

you pull her sweats to her knees, shushing her when she gasped, telling her to put all of her focus on her game. she was trying to stay focused, but your hand on her now hard cock was definitely not helping in the slightest. she stopped and put down her pen when you began to sink down on her, grabbing your waist to guide you.

she was drowning in pleasure from feeling your velvety walls engulf her whole length like it was nothing, and she couldn't hold in her pretty sounds 😵‍💫😵‍💫

you took her hands off of you and put them onto the table. "come on bae... be a good girl and finish up your game. i told you to focus on it didn't i?" you shifted a little to adjust your sitting position, making the sensitive girl under you whimper. she can only obey your command as she took the pen and studied the puzzle carefully, trying to work as fast as she could.

despite her efforts, you could tell she was working slower than she normally was, only spotting a few mistakes that she had made due to her being so distracted. it was cute hearing her struggle to refrain from moving around.

eventually, she completed the whole board and hugged your back, hoping you'd allow her to start railing the shit out of you. her hopes couldn't get very high as you interrupted her thoughts.

"good job! shall we start another?" you grinned and flipped the page, revealing a new one for her to do.

sorry it took a while to post i didnt realize i hit save to drafts instead of post LMFAO also i didnt edit 😞

#seullovesme » posted! #irene x reader #bae joohyun x fem reader #bae joohyun x reader #joohyun x reader #irene fic #irene bae #bae irene #red velvet smut #red velvet joohyun #irene smut #red velvet x female reader #red velvet x reader #g!p irene #kpop gg #kpop #kpop fanfic #kpop imagines

[girlgenius1111]

worry about them

barca femeni x reader [platonic]

r pretends she isn't sick. when it becomes obvious she is, her teammates fuss over her. general sickfic things [nausea, passing out, throwing up, etc.] angst x fluff :)

You woke up feeling awful. Really, truly awful. Every flu symptom, you had. Headache. Stuffy nose. Sore throat. Cough. Nausea. You'd been running yourself ragged in the past few weeks, but it wasn't your fault. Half of the team's defenders were out, and you had been playing every minute of every game. You couldn't afford to be sick. You pulled yourself out of bed, splashing some cool water on your face, hoping to reduce the fever you definitely had, before slowly moving through your morning routine.

It was a good thing you got up early, because it took you extra long with how slow you were moving. You needed coffee, but you didn't think your stomach could handle it, so you choked down as much breakfast as you could, and then headed out the door.

On your way, you contemplated what would happen when you turned up to practice sick. No team in the past had ever cared that you were sick; you were young, barely 19, and strong, and you could push through, they said. There was a lot of that from them.

Since arriving in Barcelona, all of these ideas had been challenged; by your teammates, captains, coaches, and the team psychologist. So normally, you wouldn't have bothered to hide how sick you were, because no one would care. You had a sneaking suspicion, though, that everyone would care this time. You didn't want to let the team down, couldn't let the team down. You were fine. You could push through, you had before. You resolved to act as not sick as a person could.

Pulling into the parking lot, you mustered your energy, grabbing your bag and heading into the building. As you reached the door, a body flew onto your back, and you almost fell forward, balance all messed up because of your illness. Pina cackled in your ear, and you righted yourself, shrugging her off of you.

"Hola pequeña," she teased, and you sighed. The older girls all called you that, and recently, Pina and the younger girls had taken to calling you it too, seeing as though you were younger than them.

"Hola," you greeted, wincing slightly at the pain talking induced in your throat, and the raspy sound of your voice. You made to keep walking but Patri was whirling you around before you could.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked, eyes squinting with concern.

"Nothing, I'm fine." you replied, maybe a touch too defensively. Patri removed her hand from your shoulder, and looked suspiciously at you, but allowed you to keep going. You made it into the locker room without anymore issues, but your luck ended there. Ingrid caught you sneaking a cough drop out of your bag, and Irene was watching you with narrowed eyes, seeing through your lies in a way only a mother could. She wasn't your mother, but try telling her that.

You felt a coughing fit coming on, so you slipped into the hall with your water, trying to keep it quiet. When you stopped coughing, you found Alexia and Marta standing across from you, watching you with concerned expressions.

"Are you sick pequeña?" Alexia asked.

"No! No, I just choked on my granola bar." You lied. Alexia looked like she was about to push, but someone called to her from the end of the hall, and she walked off, leaving you with a warning look.

Before Marta could ask a question, you rushed back into the locker room, throwing yourself head first into the chaos, until it was time to head to the pitch. The gym session was fine. A little tough, but you managed well, symptoms fading slightly as you worked out, body focusing on the task at hand. The only thing not getting better was how hot you were; well it did, just as you headed out for a scrimmage, and you felt suddenly cold. You thought you'd cooled down, but when your teeth started chattering, you realized your fever had increased.

"You look warm," Lucy commented, always enjoying making fun of you for having a lower heat tolerance than her. You didn't dignify her with a response, shooting her a glare instead. She responded by putting her hands up in surrender, feigning an innocent expression. As you felt worse, you grew more irritated. It took everything in you not to shove Pina to the ground when she was placed on your team and jumped, once again onto your back. Instead, you gritted your teeth and took it.

You successfully made it through the gym session, but it didn't seem that you were going to make it through the scrimmage. Your head was pounding as you ran, and you could barely focus on the ball. You were breathing heavily through your mouth, because your nose was so stuffed up, and you could feel Ingrid and Ona looking at you weirdly when they got close to you. Still, none of this was a practice ending issue on it's own.

Your fever must have just gotten too high, or you weren't inhaling enough oxygen, because one minute you were chasing after a long pass from Ingrid, and the next second, you were laying face down on the ground, head now pounding from where it had smacked on the ground. Moving felt like it would take too much energy, and you could hear people approaching, so you let yourself lay, limp, knowing that your game was up.

Mariona had been marking you, and you felt her hands on your back, before her naturally loud voice filled your ears. You flinched at the sound.

"Ay, pequeña, what's happened?" she asked. You could only groan in response, and Mario rubbed your back sympathetically.

"Roll over, y/n," Ingrid said, her voice coming from the other side of your body. You shook your head, feeling too weak to move. "Come on," she said, grabbing your shoulder and pushing you onto your back. You covered your face with your arm, the light suddenly too much. You tried to push away the hand that rested on your forehead, but you weren't successful.

"She's got a fever, I think," Ingrid announced, and Marta and Irene let out indignant noises.

"I knew she was sick," Marta shouted. You were in the process of raising your hand to flip her off, Ingrid grabbing it in mid air, and scolding you, when you heard the sound of the medics bag jingling as they approached. They cleared everyone out of the way, save for Ingrid, and got you off the pitch quickly. Ingrid may as well have been carrying you as they led you inside, wanting to get you out of the heat as fast as possible.

They settled you on a table in the recovery room, lights off, fan blowing on you, and you cracked your eyes open to find one physio writing furiously on a clipboard, and Ingrid watching you, one eyebrow raised.

"Don't tell Ale," you said, and Ingrid scoffed.

"That's exactly what I'm going to do," she said, marching out of the room.

"No. Ingrid. INGRID!" she didn't turn around, and you groaned, rubbing your face harshly.

"You wouldn't be in trouble if you'd just stayed home," the physio mumbled, and you glared at him. Alexia must have been in the gym across the hall, working on her knee recovery, because you could hear her exclaim the minute Ingrid told her what happened. Her footsteps echoed in the hall as she approached the room you were in, and you shrunk against the bed, looking at the door as she pushed it open.

"Idiota," she seethed. "You could have made yourself so much sicker, what were you thinking," she scolded and you stayed silent, not sure what you could say to make her less angry. Your captain walked to your bedside, placing a hand on your forehead, then your cheek, and then your other cheek.

"They're all the same temperature, Ale," you whined, pretending her cool hands didn't feel good on your blazing skin. Alexia just glared at you, before turning to the physio.

"Flu," he said simply. "She's got all the symptoms. We'll have to watch for pneumonia, considering she just did almost a whole practice, but she should be fine to go home for now." You nodded at his words, but Alexia's face only grew angrier. You heard her mumble pneumonia under her breath, before she looked back at you.

"Drink some water, and then we can go."

"...We?" you questioned.

"Si, I am coming with you" she replied, like it was obvious. "And I will probably have a hard time stopping half the team from coming by."

"Alexia, you don't need to come with me, I can take care of myself," you argue, because you could. You weren't a child. Legally, as of this year, because you'd turned 18, but still. An adult was an adult.

Alexia let out a laugh that was really devoid of much humor. "No."

"No? I don't remember asking a question," you snapped, getting annoyed. Alexia was acting like you'd run her over with your car, not told a small lie about how you were feeling.

"Oye, watch it. Little girls who lie about being sick cannot take care of themselves, clearly." she announced sternly, and you glowered at her.

"I am not a little girl," you retorted, crossing your arms in a way that a pouting child would.

"Then act like it." Alexia said, her own arms crossing over her chest. It was silent while you stared at each other, the physio looking awkwardly back and forth. After a minute, you groaned, throwing your head back, and Alexia smiled triumphantly.

"Vamos, nena," Alexia said, the gentle way with which she guided you out of the room completely contrary to how she'd been acting.

-----

Practice was over by the time Alexia got you moving, and you'd been stopped and scolded by half the team on your way out. The car ride home was foggy, and before you knew it, Alexia was shoving you, fully clothed, into a cold shower, ignoring your protests. It didn't last long, and soon you were out of the shower, and she was instructing you to change, while she went to answer the door. You put on pajamas, sitting on the edge of the bed, feeling miserable, when Alexia returned. Trailing behind her were Lucy, Irene, and Ingrid.

"Have you eaten?"

"You need to drink more water."

"You need to rest, but not with wet hair, that has to dry first."

"Have you taken your temperature again?"

"What are your symptoms?"

All of these questions were posed to you in around less than a minute, and you just blinked at them. Alexia perched in the chair in the corner of the room, content to watch her teammates fuss over you. They practically force fed you soup Irene had brought, as well as multiple glasses of water. Then Ingrid insisted on blowdrying your hair, which you didn't have the energy to protest, even though it would make you hotter. Lucy was lecturing you on the dangers of practicing while sick, which was a surprise, as Lucy didn't seem like the lecturing type. Soon, they were all talking over each other again, and over the hair dryer, and you were overwhelmed, and overstimulated. You just wanted to go to sleep. Helplessly, you turned to Alexia, who spotted the tears in your eyes. Sighing, she rose from her chair.

"Alright, that is enough. She needs to rest." Alexia declared, pushing the girls out of the room. They all complained, sticking their heads back in the room to yell further instructions at you, like you'd never been sick before.

"You can take more cold medicine in 4 hours," Irene called.

"The medicine really dries you out, so drink more water," Ingrid echoed.

"Don't even think about moving from this bed until you're better, y/n, I mean it," Lucy threatened, before Alexia finally shoved them down the hall and out the door. You flopped back onto the bed, letting your eyes flutter shut, hearing the soft patter of Alexia's feet as she reentered the room. She sat next to you on your bed, combing her fingers through your damp hair.

"How are you feeling?" she asked sympathetically.

"Fine," you replied, really just trying to press her buttons.

"Y/n," she warned.

"Bad," you said finally, tears clouding your vision. She carefully wiped them off your cheek.

"Shh, you will feel better soon, I promise. What can I get you, pequeña?"

"Just wanna sleep," you mumbled.

"Okay, sleep. I'll wake you up for dinner."

"Don't have to stay," you said, already burying yourself under your covers, voice muffled by your pillow.

"I'm not going anywhere, unless you want me to call those three psychos back," Alexia stated seriously. That shut you up, or maybe you just fell asleep. Either way, you were silent as Alexia walked back out of the room.

-----

When you woke up a couple hours later, you were hot. Sticky with sweat, incredibly nauseous, and hot. You kicked the covers off of you, the motion making your stomach turn. You groaned, rolling out of bed and stumbling into your bathroom. You collapsed in front of the toilet, retching, trying to keep the volume down, aware that Alexia was likely still here.

"Pequeña?" she called from your room.

"I'm fine, go away," you responded, before you were sick again.

Alexia didn't listen, rushing into the bathroom, and cooing at your disheveled form on the ground. She knelt next to you, tugging your hair into her hands and tying it back, before letting her hand rest on your back, rubbing softly.

"Ale, please go," you cried in between gags, horribly embarrassed for the older woman to see you like this.

"Shh, calm down, estoy aqui," she soothed, ignoring your pleas. She stayed with you until you were done, letting you slump against her, completely drained. Her hand once again came up to feel your forehead, and you couldn't help the whimper of relief you let out at the feeling of her cool hand on your skin.

"Oh, pequeña" she sighed. "You would not be this sick if you had stayed home." You opened your mouth to argue, but she cut you off. "We will have a conversation about what you were thinking later, right now you just focus on getting better. Bed?"

"Bed," you agreed pushing the thought of that conversation out of your head. Alexia helped you to your feet, leading you back to your bed, and tucking you in. She moved to lay next to you, flicking on the TV, and encouraging you to snuggle up against her.

"No, Ale, you'll get sick," you argued half heartedly, already moving to rest your head on her lap.

"Do not worry about that, I will be fine." Alexia assured you. Just then, over the noise of the TV, you heard the unmistakable sound of your front door open, and without seeing or hearing them, you knew it was the three girls, returning to check on you. "Worry about that. They went to the store, and I think they are about to fight over who picked the best cold medicine," Alexia chuckled.

You pulled the covers over your head, just as you heard all three girls, in unison, greet you, and launch into their argument as to why you should take the medicine they'd picked out. Always a competition with them, honestly.

It was different, being annoyed that people cared about you, instead of being annoyed they didn't. Not a bad different, just something to get used to. Even if it required scary conversations with your captains where they lectured you about taking care of yourself. Because it was always paired with warm hugs, and reassuring words, promising that they didn't mind taking care of you. If they didn't mind, maybe you shouldn't mind either.

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#woso #woso imagine #woso x reader #barcelona femeni x reader #alexia putellas x reader #irene paredes #lucy bronze #ingrid engen

[solecize]

CHERRY RED MASTERLIST

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: as  you  attempt  to  claw  away  at  keeping  your  title  as  the  nation's  sweetheart  following  a  dispatch  scandal  that  put  a  pause  on  your  career  for  a  nearly  year  long  hiatus,  everyone  in  your  circle  and  your  company  seems  to  tip-toe  around  you.  you're  a  monster,  a  diva,  an  explosion  waiting  to  be  set  off.  they  go  on  to  release  the  staff  around  with  NDAs  regarding  your  dating  leak  and  hire  a  new  team  altogether  out  of  necessity.  amongst  them  is  the  straight-faced  irene,  the  quiet  stylist  with  a  mastermind  that  vows  to  help  you  in  your  return  every  step  of  the  way.  she  guides  you  through  the  next  chapter  of  your  career,  becoming  your  bravery  when  you  couldn't  be  your  own.  

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: irene/reader 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: 02/21/23 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃: 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ one. two. three. four. five.

#**** / CHERRY RED. #irene fanfic #irene x reader #red velvet fanfic #red velvet imagine #red velvet scenarios #irene scenarios #irene imagine #kpop scenarios #kpop imagine #kpop x reader #red velvet fluff

[ireneanon]

imagine you and irene in the titanic and irene as rose 🤧🤧

Irene 😍😍😍

that would be sad, from going on a ship that everyone is talking about, unexpectedly meeting a girl you end up falling in love with, making unforgettable memories, being excited about what’s to come out this cliche, movie-like romance

to suddenly waking up to the ship sinking, hearing panicked screams of adults and children, people being left behind intentionally, the last thing you see being your girlfriends face and then you’re submerged in freezing water drowning to your death knowing you’ll never see her again

idk if your intention was angsty but this is what came to mind…do you guys think Jack could’ve been saved?

#irene scenarios #irene x reader #red velvet x reader #irene imagine #irene x fem reader

[httpswritings]

The coffee shop — The Sextet x Reader 

Warnings: none

Word count: 860

Summary: Spending the afternoon with The Sextet.

“Hi Alexia…”

Alexia looked up and, forcing a shy smile, she greeted you. 

It wasn't like she didn't like to acknowledge people who approached her, but her usual facial expression used to mistake her shyness for annoyance, therefore she had to try to look more friendly when people approached her.

You had been following women's football for a while so you were briefly familiar with Alexia's shyness, being quite shy yourself helped you understand her behavior better.

“Don't worry, I'm not going to ask you for a picture. I just wanted to give you a bracelet. There's another one for Misa, can you give it to her? I apologize for not having any other for the rest of the girls, though.”

The truth is that you weren't expecting to bump into Alexia when you entered the coffee shop, so you had to improvise a quick gift, only having two golden bracelets around your left wrist.

Alexia analyzed them carefully, her face showing a more relaxed expression and a sincere smile. She wasn’t familiarized with receiving gifts from fans as much as she was asked to take a picture with them.

“Thank you. It's beautiful. Are you sure you don't want to take a picture?”

Deeply inside, you knew the answer to her question, but still refused to make her uncomfortable. 

“No, it's fine. Just tell Jenni everyone is really proud of her and of how she stood up for herself.”

“I'll tell her. Thank you for your words.”

You said goodbye and turned around to exit the coffee shop, your embarrassment making you feel uneasy and no longer wanting something to drink, but then she called you.

“I was wondering if you could wait with me for around half an hour. The girls are coming over here to spend the afternoon.”

As she noticed your eyes widening, Alexia made sure to emphasize that it was up to you and there was no pressure to accept her offer. 

There was nothing more you wanted to do than spend the afternoon with them, but you were afraid of bothering the friend group as an intruder.

“Do not worry about that! We're all pretty friendly. Misa and Jenni will probably tease you a little bit, but that's not new coming from them.”

You finally accepted the invitation and sat down next to Alexia, who was probably telling the girls the new member of the group for this afternoon.

You were playing with your hands as Alexia left her phone on the table.

She noticed how shy you were and for a moment, she saw herself in you. 

Your hand holding onto the other, your inability to hold eye contact for more than five seconds, your nervous giggles and your short answers followed by a soft smile. 

There was a brief moment of silence between the both of you, but it was enjoyable.

Tranquility filled the coffee shop until you laughed looking at each other after hearing loud voices approaching your table. 

“And we're heree!”

“We could tell. You guys are so loud.”

You giggled, and all eyes were on you, making you blush uncontrollably.

The girls began to introduce themselves, so did you when they approached you. 

You instantly felt calmer when you sat next to Laia, who shared a similar personality with Alexia when she was not eager.

Alexia followed you and sat next to you.

Misa teased Jenni by placing her cold hands on the older woman's cheeks.

“Misa, colega! (dude)”

Everyone was laughing but Alexia, who was sighing with her hands over her head.

“You both are insufferable.”

An hour passed by, and you felt more comfortable and confident to speak. 

“We still have time until we have to return to Mordor. Let's do something fun.”

Mariona explained to you that they referred to the headquarters of the Spanish National Team as Mordor. 

“Tonight, there's a cool match we could attend in th—” Misa tried to suggest, but she was quickly caught off by almost everyone on the table.

“Misa, we're not going to a Real Madrid's game. Don't even try it,” Irene said.

“C'mon! What do you want to do then? It's not like we have curfew anymore.”

As almost everyone refused, Misa's eyes were on you. 

“What about you? Do you want to come with me?”

Alexia was quick to stop her.

“No, she doesn't. She's spending the rest of the day with everyone, not only with you.”

“Well, if you guys don't suggest anything else we could do, maybe she wants to accept my offer! We're probably boring her.” 

Laia, who was probably the most serene person around you, asked the golden question.

“What's your favorite team? Because maybe she's a Real Madrid fan, and we're here clipping her wings off.”

You noticed how everyone was looking attentively at you, waiting for your answer.

“You guys have scared her, c'mon! Was it that difficult to behave?”

You never felt as reassured by a “stranger”, as you were by Laia, who you thanked her with a soft smile. 

“I'm actually... I'm actually an Atlético de Madrid fan...” you announced, as you couldn't stop laughing at their shocked faces. 

#woso #woso imagine #woso x reader #jenni hermoso #jenni hermoso x reader #jenni hermoso imagine #misa rodriguez #misa rodriguez x reader #irene paredes x reader #mariona caldentey x reader #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas #laia codina x reader #laia codina imagine #irene paredes #irene paredes imagine

[blu-joons]

When You Surprise Them On Tour ~ Red Velvet Reaction

Irene:

“Come in,” you overheard Sooyoung yell from the other side of the door as you knocked, slowly opening the door and stepping into the girls’ dressing room.

“Hello,” you chuckled, looking around the room until your eyes landed on Juhyun staring back at you with wide eyes.

It took a moment for her to stand to her feet, scratching over the top of your head as she struggled to believe that you were stood in the doorway. “You’re here?”

“I’m here,” you smiled as Seungwan pushed her to get up and greet you properly, the realisation beginning to sink in for her that you were really were in the room.

You could feel straight away in her hug how relieve Juhyun was to see you. “This is the best surprise,” she whispered in closely to your ear.

“I thought I’d come and stop by,” you whispered back.

“I’m so happy to see you here.”

Your head nodded understandingly back at her, “I don’t suppose you mind if I stick around, I hear there’s a good show on tonight.”

“I’ve heard rumour this group is pretty good too.”

Seulgi:

“Seulgi, look!” Several fans called out to Seulgi as she made her way down one of the aisles in the crowd, not sure quite what it was that she was supposed to see.

“Over there,” another fan called out as she passed them by, following to where they pointed to try and spot what it was.

There were several unfamiliar faces as she walked down, but then as she got to the end of the row of fans, the face that they all wanted to see was finally there.

“What are you doing here?” Seulgi laughed as the noise of the fans around where you stood got louder after she finally saw you. “How did you even get here?”

Your head shook back at her, “I got a plane, like most people when they decide to fly out, what else do you think I did to get here?” You teased in reply.

“I had no idea,” she whispered, stunned by you.

“That was the plan to surprise you.”

Seulgi’s hand reached out, pushing gently against your arm. “You never surprise me; I always figure you out.”

“At last, I managed to pull one off.”

Wendy:

“Just a moment,” Seungwan called out from the other side of the door, hurrying to unpack her belongings only to be disturbed by a knock at her hotel door.

You took a step back, relieved to know that you had got the right room, waiting patiently for the door to open up.

After a few moments, the door slowly opened with Seungwan tentatively peering around the door. “Hello,” you whispered, the sound of your voice making her jump.

“What?” Her eyes narrowed across at you, shaking her head as she opened up the door. “How?” She then asked you, struggling to believe that you were stood before her.

The confusion on her face was clear, making you laugh back at her. “I just thought I’d stop by, see how the tour was going and see if you missed me.”

“Of course, I missed you,” she grinned widely.

“I was hoping that you’d say that.”

Seungwan’s hand reached out, pulling you into the room. “You better have missed me too being at home all by yourself.”

“Absolutely, it’s never the same alone.”

Joy:

“She’s just over there,” the member of staff smiled across to you, pointing to Sooyoung who was just across the room so that the two of you could finally reunite.

“Thank you,” you told them, watching them walk away as you slowly moved around the room to where Sooyoung was.

With her concentrating on talking to Seulgi, you tiptoed behind her, tapping against her shoulder before taking a step back, waiting for Sooyoung to turn around.

“Hang on,” she began, finishing her conversation before turning around. “Y/N?” She then quizzed, taking a step back in surprise to see your figure stood in front of her.

Your head nodded as Sooyoung’s hands came up to cover over her mouth. “Don’t I at least get a hug?” You grinned, opening your arms up for Sooyoung’s hold.

“Please tell me that I’m not dreaming,” she smiled.

“You’re definitely not dreaming, promise.”

With that, Sooyoung quickly walked into your open arms. “I was only thinking the other day about how much I wish you were here.”

“And now I finally am here too.”

Yeri:

“If you’re not going to do it properly, don’t bother,” you jokingly scolded, hearing the choreographer correct Yerim as the group rehearsed for the evening’s concert.

“Excuse me…oh,” Yerim stuttered, about to turn around and glare at the person she overheard just to the side of the stage.

A loud laugh came from you as Yerim’s smile turned up, realising who it was that had spoken. “Surprise,” you grinned as she began to walk towards you.

“I was ready to scream at you,” she huffed, walking across the stage and towards your open arms. “What are you even doing here?” She then laughed, relaxing herself into your chest.

Your arms engulfed her tightly as Yerim squeezed firmly around you too. “I thought I’d come and see how things were going, I had to come and see a show somewhere.”

“How did you even keep this a secret?” Yerim grinned.

“It was hard, I wanted to tell you.”

Her head shook in reply to you in disbelief, “by the way, you know that I normally get the routines down perfectly, don’t you?”

“Of course, you’re the perfect performer.”

---

Masterlist

#red velvet #red velvet imagine #red velvet reaction #red velvet scenario #red velvet reactions #red velvet scenarios #irene imagine #seulgi imagine #wendy imagine #joy imagine #yeri imagine #irene #seulgi #wendy #joy #yeri #red velvet drabble #red velvet one shot #red velvet fluff #kpop #kpop imagine

[pinkyqil]

Begging' On your knees

Summary: mapi had been going out with one of the player's until she randomly just ghosted and broke up with her over text with no explanation whatsoever.

Warning: none and let's not forget everything is fictional !

Basically a mapi x Ingrid x r oc kinda fic,inspired by the song begging on your knees song from victorious.because I recently just restarted it and the song got my attention and i haven't stopped making scenario so here we are with me writing this fic.

You and mapi had been going out together for a while now. especially with you getting called up for the team this season.meaning you both could practice and spend more time together. But recently you've noticed she gotten distant with you but didn't think much of it.

Until she she texted you out of nowhere wanting to break up no explanation or reasoning. You've never felt confused and heartbroken like that before especially when the near end of your season came.

At practice you'd both ignore each other unless you were paired up together for practices game or at matches.

where you'd both need to communicate otherwise no words would be uttered to another. Not until a fellow teammate Lucy had mentioned something.

about new transfers joining in the team . you had no worries cause you've already renewed your contract with the team.

for another two years which was yet to be announced . Nobody really knew about you and mapi. Cause most of the time you and mapi would always flirt and touch each other consensual.

Has spanish people are very affectionate with one another. So no one really thought about it.

but it did go noticed by a few teammates how you both had suddenly stopped interacting that much. Which they planned a get together for the whole team to bound and everything.

sadly you hadn't been able to attend due to your break and you booking a flight to spend time with a few friends from england and to focus more on yourself.

You hadn't been really on social media that much , only on there to post photos dumps of your trip or doing mini tiktoks with friends.

So you don't really know what going on between your teammates back at spain.

but you didn't bear anything in mind and just enjoyed your vacation .

Until that had recently come to an end and it was time for you too get back to spain. You had recently joined back to regular training with the team. it hadn't been a surprise has your renewal was already announced.

You'd already get along with everyone and the new comers getting to know each other and doing small talk. It hadn't been until you'll notice mapi talking to a browned hair girl with light blue eyes .

You've heard that they started talking a while back and recently became official. Angry couldn't even describe what you were feeling, begin able to match the pieces together which was able to explain the distance between you and mapi .and how your relationship went downfall.

It all made sense, you felt hurt betrayed and most definitely used like a recycling bin. If your day couldn't go any worse after crying in the bathroom.

pretending you were okay. Alexia and Irene had planned a get together at a karaoke club bar for all you women.

to get along and know each other and too have fun in general has the team would be having a busy and long week. You couldn't decline the invite.

But had a very tempting idea to get back at mapi. At the karaoke bar everyone was having fun, drinking, dancing and much more. Lucy had spotted you having begin the one to notice the distance between you and mapi

; you've been staring at both of them for a while now said lucy ; you just looked at her and back at them without giving her a reply and just moved up to the stage choosing a song and grabbing the mic.

You had it all

The day you told me, told me you want me

I had it all

But let you fool me, fool me completely

Yeah, I was so stupid

To give you all my attention

'Cause the way you played me' *you said while pointing at mapi *

Exposed your true intentions

And one day

I'll have you begging on your knees for me

Yeah, one day

I'll have you crawling like a centipede

You messed with me' (pointing at yourself)

And messed with her (pointing at Ingrid )

So I'll make sure you get what you deserve

Yeah, one day

You'll be begging on your knees for me

So, watch your back *you get down the stage )

'Cause you don't know when or where I could get you

I've set the trap

And when I'm done, then you'll know what I've been through

So, oh, "Ms. Player"

Do you feel like the man now?

And I bet you're nervous

'Cause this song makes you freak out

And one day

I'll have you begging on your knees for me

Yeah, one day

I'll have you crawling like a centipede

You messed with me

And messed with her ( you said while grabbing Ingrid by her arm and placing it around your shoulder while pointing at her *)

So I'll make sure you get what you deserve

Yeah, one day

You'll be begging on your knees for me

I know I'm being bitter

But I'mma drag you under

'Cause you just don't, don't deserve happy ever after

For what you did to me

After you told me you'd never felt that way

It was only just a game

And one day

And one day

I'll have you begging on your knees for me (begging on your knees for me)

Yeah, one day

Yeah, one day

I'll have you crawling like a centipede (crawling like a centipede)

You messed with me

And messed with her

So I'll make sure you get what you deserve

You'll be begging on your knees for me

You finished by setting the mic down and ; yelling I'll fucking get you back léon;

joining the rest of the girls by dancing and continuing your night drinking and having fun.

While mapi had the look of shock trying to process everything or to get words out of her mouth.

Her friend group around her just gave out a look of disappointment while most of them just laughed at the look of horror she has on her face.

A/n : finally wrote something after not writing for a few months now 😀 I'm happy with how this turned out a lil bit , if you have any ideas for a p2 feel free to share it also wrote this in one sitting so they might be mistakes and of course I'm always happy to get feedbacks .

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YOU DON'T KNOW MY NAME ## bae joohyun

influencer!irene x fem!reader

SUMMARY ⤻ irene was a private influencer and y/n was an avid follower. you were extremely open about your admiration for the older girl. like every other fangirl, you want her to notice you – but she doesn't know your name. (and you don't know hers)

CONTENTS ⤻ smau, non!idol x reader, wlw, fluff, crack, minor angst, fangirling, pining

WARNINGS ⤻ dark jokes, strong language, suggestive jokes, large age gap? (reader is 21, irene is 32), will add more in the future!

FEATURING ⤻ red velvet, jennie kim (blackpink), im nayeon (twice), nakamura kazuha (le sserafim), aeri uchinaga (aespa), choi yena (soloist), kim gaeul (ive), shin yuna (itzy), more characters to come in future chapters ˆ-ˆ

STATUS ⤻ ongoing.

UPDATES ⤻ whenever i can!

PROFILES..! yena's charity work. millennials + yeri.

CHAPTERS

O1 – GET UP

O2 – dm her u won't

O3 – the beginning

O4 – yeri knows

O5 – opposites attract

O6 – default settings

O7 – compatible?

O8 – 'i always win'

O9 – unnie collector

10 – number exchange

11 – 'i'm almost there'

12 – date night (half written)

13 – burn the trauma suit

14 – friends

15 – filtered yn era (?)

16 – card reading

17 – kirby says hi

18 – stranded

19 – 'i see you'

20 – saviour (written)

21 – 'i don't like her'

22 – invitation

23 – realisation

24 - right but wrong

25 - close to you

26 - quote of the day

27 - blue

28 - every sunday

29 - pent up (written)

30 - let it all out

31 - call

32 - yena's right

33 - still stands

34 - thanks, nayeon!

more to come..

taglist (closed)

#irene x reader #bae joohyun x reader #joohyun x reader #red velvet x reader #red velvet imagines #kpop x reader #ydkmn!smau