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formulamar · 7 months ago

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puppy love (but it’s cats!) part 1

max verstappen x vet!yn

fc: girls from pinterest

summary: as a Monaco native, Yn has had her fair share of encounters with F1 drivers. and as a vet, she has even fostered close relationships with some of the driver's pets. what happens when she is introduced to a single Max Verstappen who has two adorable cats?

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vetyn we had the cutest visitor today! 🐱💗

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ynbestfriend: hard at work or hardly working 🧐

vetyn: you’re just jealous i’m not crunching numbers all day 🙄

ynsfriend: can’t decide who’s cuter!

albon_pets: Dr. Yn we thought WE were the CUTEST?

vetyn: i promise YOU ARE! also some of my finest patients 🐾

albono23: now i can’t help but wonder which sibling commented this 😭😭😭

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rumorhasitf1: 🚨 RUMOR HAS IT 🚨

Nearly 7 months after his dramatic split with his ex-girlfriend, it appears like Max is on the hunt for love 👀. Sources confirm the World Champion has recently joined the popular celebrity dating app Raya and he has been spotted out on a few dates. Is it possible we might see a new face in the RB garage soon?

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maxiellvr: lowkey i feel like he's going to end up dating who we least expect

30three: like Kendall Jenner or something 😭

rbgirl: no because when i saw that TikTok with his Raya profile I actually jumped!!!!

dutch1: sooooooooo who's gonna help a girl out and let Max know i'm free any day of the week!

vermax: no fr I wish he would do a Jeremy Fragrence type thing so I could apply to be his girlfriend 😒

verstappen4life: NOT THE JEREMY FRAGRANCE LMAODHJ

maxisfast: I never thought this day would come...@/maxverstappen1 OF COURSE I'LL MARRY YOU

frmlamax: yeah so, actually, he was on those dates with me sos xx

jimandsas1: hey, girly! so I know we don't know each other but...

maxstap1: dates. DATES. we all see that s at the end of DATE right? oh those lucky girls...

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translation: “new client”

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vetyn

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vetyn: joyeux anniversaire à moi 🥳 (happy anniversary to me)

it's been 6 AMAZING years of having my dream job. feeling very grateful today. can't wait to keep learning, growing and meeting adorable friends 💘

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lilymhe: LETS GOOOO YN! WE'RE ALL SUPER PROUD! (but mostly me duh)

vetyn: thank you! you're my fav! (don't tell alex pls)

alex_albon: Oh ok. Cool. We pick favorites now.

char16: now WHAT is going on in the albono house 😭

ynbestfriend: ily girl. can't wait to celebrate you this weekend 😝

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alexandrasaintmleux: Félicitations, belle ❤️‍🔥

vetyn: merci belle 🥰

albon_pets: Thanks for everything, doc 🤓

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ynfriend: so proud!

roscoelovescoco: All's My Love's Dr. YN

vetyn: Awwww thank you Roscoe, I miss ya!

russ63: NOW WHY AM I JUST FINDING OUT YN IS ROSCOE'S VET TOO????

ham1lton: omg yes. I believe he was the og f1-related client and then it was the albon pets

ynsister: love you. almost reunited 🇪🇸

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rumorhasitf1: Looks like Max Verstappen had a wild night out celebrating his 6th win of the season in Barcelona 👀

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rbgirl: THAT SHOULD BE ME HOLDING YOUR HAND THAT SHOULD BE ME MAKING YOU LAUGH THAT SHOULD BE ME THIS IS SO SAD THAT SHOULD BE MEEEEEE THAT SHOULD BE MEEEE

maxstap1: you're so quick with it LMFAO

maxlovescats: WOAH I JUST WOKE UP?????

butfirstmax: honestly i'm so happy for him go live your life king

maxisfast: is this like his frat boy era

hamstappen: I swear if they're back together and I threw that party for nothing

hamstappen: just kidding hehe

rbgirl: HELPPPPPPPPPP

vermax: rb pr team prob freaking out as we speak

30three: and Max is sleeping soundly

sluttycatdad: IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS

maxielno1: okay now... doesn't that kinda look like....

justaninchident: that's what I was thinking too

username: wait who

maxielno1: his ex

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maxverstappen1: Barcelona, that was fun! Let's do it again?

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redbullracing: 🦁

rbgirl: oh trust we saw it was fun

maxisfast: 😭

maxielno1: SIMPLY LOVELY 🥰

f1fan: LETS GO CHAMP 🙌

vetyn: mega! 💙💙

maxverstappen1: 😘💙

albono33: YN?

rbgirl: idk who this is but what is happenig here....

30three: so proud of you! 🧡

verstappen4life: yes! let’s do this everytime!

vermax: great job!!!! glad you had fun 😉

martingarrix: Mate how was the club?

maxverstappen1: Pretty good 😂

f1fan: 🔥🔥🔥

somedutchguy: LEGEND

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to be continued..

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a/n: y’all probably caught on already but this is set during the 2024 season anddddd i just wanted to do one part but tumblr is super annoying with the image limit 🙁 but lmk if you’re interested in a pt. 2! have a great day/night 🫶💐

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didishawn · 3 months ago

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Can you do a pedri smut where whenever he wins mvp he gets the best head ever. If your not comfortable with that I totally get it anyways love your docs 💕💕

MVP STANDS FOR MOST VALUABLE PARTNER (Pedri x Reader)

warnings: smut, oral sex, lots of spanish

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They feel so far into the past, those days in which your boyfriend was said to be made out of crystal, so injury prone that those who used to love him, wanted him to be sold.

You loved Xavi, but can't help but adore Hansi for saving the love of your life.

Tears stream down your cheeks, Rosy hugging you and Fer and Fernando celebrating, as Pedri turns to all four of you, showing off his MVP-that by now, you are used to him getting, but it always has you happily crying as he grins at you.

It takes a while, until they let you all go down to the pitch, his arms wide open as you hug into him and feel him softly kiss your head.

"Está guapo, eh" he brags, showing off the silver trophy decorated with stars. (fancy, right?)

"Dos seguidos, el resto de centrocampistas del mundo estàn temblando" you nod, helding into the trophy as he passes it to you, going on to hug his parents and brother. (two in a row, the rest of the world's midfielders are trembling)

"Pues como debe ser," Fer says, giving a slight slap to his brother's neck. Pedri pouts, going back to you once again as he embraces you from the back, his cheek rubbing against yours. "Que se enteren que se ha acabado la tontería, y que mi hermanito es el mejor" (as they should...let them find out that this shit is over and that my brother is the best)

His parents laugh as they agree, the three of them moving on to chat with the other players as they congratulate them. Pedri stays right there with you, kissing your cheek as you watch as the stadium slowly empties itself, enjoying the slight chillines in Barcelona's air.

His hold on you gets a bit tighter as you feel him leand down to whisper into your ear. "Ya escuchaste a Fer, soy el mejor, y por lo tanto, creo que me merezco un premio" (you heard Fer, I am the best, so, I think I deserve a reward)

You roll your eyes, yet can feel your sheeks flushing as you turn to look at him, giving the MVP trophy back, your arms around his neck, placing a small kiss on his lips. "¿No te basta con el trofeo?" (the trophy is not enough?" (the trophy is not enough?)

His eyes are stuck on your lips, grinning as he shakes his head. "Ambos sabemos que el trofeo no es lo que quiero" (we both know it's not the trophy what I want)

Pedri's parents are... somewhere

Fer is out getting drunk

But none of that matters at the moment when he sounds so pretty moaning out for how well your lips feel wrapped around his cock.

His hand is on your head, trying to regain some of the control you took from him -even if you both know, he is too far gone to think at all.

"¡Joder!" he groans as you take him in deeper, the tip of his cock kissing the back of your throat, your hands massaging all that doesn't fit. "Tú si que sabes como volverme loco" (you really know how to make me go crazy)

His head pushes back as your tongue teases the vein that goes all the way down his member. His moans are loud, breathy, and you can sense he is already close by the way he pulses inside your mouth.

You let him go for a moment, hand going up and down on his length as you plase a small kiss on his tip, tongue licking out the white fluid that comes out of it. You reach down again, and his grip on your head is tight as you lick all the way down his cock, taking on of his balls inside your mouth as your hand massaes the other.

He is whining now, almost begging for you to let him cm as you go on to suck his other ball, your free hand teasing his tip as he starts uncontrollably trembling, You go on to massage his entire length again, and he is almost up on his feet as his hips chase after your touch.

"Bua, me vas a dejar seco" he groans out, his accent thick as he is starry eyed by how good you feel rewarding him on his performannce. It feels like heaven inside your mouth as you take him all the way in once again, deepthroating him as you massage his sack, spit running down the skin, balls full of release and ready to let go. (you are gonna leave me dry)

He wants it, needs it -and so do you, judging by the way you tighten your throat around him as you stare deep into his dark eyes, almost as if you are begging for his cum to go down your throat.

He is not about to deny you anything, whole body trembling as he finally lets go, release shooting down your throat as he thrusts inside. It's a long one, his world turned white as he enjoys the sweet extasis you have given him.

It takes him a while to come down from it, no longer inside your mouth, as you clean his cock up with yor tongue, hand massaging his tummy to help him relax.

But by the way he looks at you, you can tell he isn't looking forward to a relaxing time.

His cock is starting to harden again, and his fingers tease your most sensitive part.

A long night is ahead of the two of you.

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sydwritess · 23 days ago

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Music Sounds Better With You

George Russel x fem!reader

Summary: George and y/n work closely together in the F1 workforce. They both have been fond of each other but also develop small inside feelings. When George finds the reader listening to music, he's interested, only to bond further, realizing they have more in common than before.

First Person POV

Wolff had hired me about a couple of months ago for the Mercedes team. My part included watching the interviews of Kimi and George, writing down questions and answers so then I can write them into articles and send them to my manager who uploaded them to the internet.

I worked closely with George and Kimi since the start of my career, talking to them about interviews, the race that was held that weekend and more.

Right now It was the end of the qualifying day in Barcelona. The team had left, only a couple of people were from each team where at the circuit working on something. Right now I was at the pit wall, attached to the garage.

It had multiple computers in two different rows, so the team could watch the race and communicate to the drivers. I was at one of the computers, logging in with my work information and got to typing up an article from the post race interviews.

Before I got my doc set up, I got my air pods out, putting the left one in, I went on Spotify and played 'Swimming Pools' by Kendrick Lamar, one of my favorites. I then got to typing.

I started out with a heading for the interview, and worked my way down, putting in multiple opinions, and quotes that George and Kimi said in the interview about the race.

I was typing for a while, working on different headers and paragraphs. I notice some of the team members come in, sitting at different computers to re watch the race, to get any missed calls or strategies, to try and re-vamp for the actual race.

I finished typing one of the articles when I notice someone sitting next to me. I turn a bit to see George sitting there.

"Hey." He said, logging into the computer.

"Hey. What are you doing here?" I ask.

"Some last minute strategies before the race." He said with a soft smile. I turn back to my computer, typing my name at the bottom and submitting it. I then move on to the next.

"What are you writing about?" He asks.

"Oh, just the post-race interview from yesterday. Didn't get much done on it." I said. I saw him nod.

"What about you? Anything new your learning about?" I ask.

"Not much. Always the same." He said, a slight laugh at the end.

"Ah, two team members working together. Lovely to see." A voice said from behind us. I turn to see Wolff standing there.

"Did you get any articles done today?" He asks me.

"Yeah. I just submitted the one for today." I said.

"About?"

"The post race conference." I said, he gave me a look. "With George." I said slowly. He nodded walking back to the garage.

"Hope your writing good things about me." George said with a smirk.

"Yeah, yeah don't worry. Just what you said in the interview. What the interviewer asked to." I said.

"Are you... are you able to see what other people submit on there?" He asks quietly.

"Yeah, why?" I ask.

"Do you think your able to pull it up for me?" He asks.

"Yeah. Hang on one second." I said. I saved my draft and went on to the staff page, where all submissions are made.

"Are you looking for something in particular?" I ask while scrolling thorugh.

"That one. That one there." He says, pointing to the screen. I click on it and it's an article about Him and Max during today's race.

"I still don't think you should have gotten that mark." I said, reading through it.

"Yeah. Maybe if he would mind his business." He said, rolling his eyes. "I still don't get how he's not out yet." He said.

"You didn't hear?" I ask, getting a confused look in return. "He's at 11 points. One more and he'll be put on a race ban." I said. George looked taken back.

"Really." He said slowly. I nodded.

"Look, I don't know the full story... but, I think he really needs to control his anger. I mean, one more slip up and that can hurt him in the end. But it also sucks that his team is playing victim right now." I said.

"Yeah. They don't do shit, and when they do... they want a whole damn court case on it." He said, which made me laugh.

"You are so unserious." He said, with a big smile.

"It's true though." I said. Going back to typing. I was in the middle of typing for a good minute when my phone lit up, someone had text me. I saw George look over slightly.

"Wait, you like Kendrick Lamar?" He asked. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to look, it just, caught me my surprise." He said.

"No, no it's okay. Yeah I do. I grew up listening to rap mostly." I said.

"What's your favorite of his?" He asked.

"Swimming pools. What about you?" I ask.

"Probably Humble." He said.

"That's a good one." I said. He nodded, holding my gaze. I grabbed my air pod case and opened it, offering him the other one.

"It's fine." He said, putting a hand up.

"It's okay. I don't care." I said, he eventually took it. Just then I heard a camera click from the outside of the room. I saw one of the other journalist girls standing there.

"This is so cute! A great headline in fact." She smirked.

"Shut it Samantha. You post that, and I'll tell everyone how you truly got here." I said.

"You wouldn't." She said.

"Want to bet? I have an empty draft right here waiting for your name to be posted at the top." I said.

"Fine.. I'll delete it." She said. Walking away.

"Wow. What was that?" George asked.

"She works for red bull. Always trying to get fake news around." I said.

"She's the one that posted the article?" George asked.

"Yeah." I said shortly. We both continued working for a bit, eventually everybody in the side pit left, including Wolff. I was typing up another article when I saw George bob his head slightly. I look at my phone to see what song was playing and it was 'It was a good day' by ice cube.

"Sorry, I'll change it." I said, unlocking my phone.

"No it's pretty good. Who is this?" He asked.

"It's Ice Cube. He has some pretty good stuff." I said.

"Have you seen him before?" He asked.

"No. It's been my dream to though." I said. He nodded and smiled.

"Who's your favorite singer?" I ask.

"Either Kendrick or Taylor Swift." He said.

"Wow, I never thought you would be a Swiftie." I said, smirking.

"It's our little secret then." He said.

"Who do you like the most?" He asked, now fully looking at me.

"Ice Cube or Kendrick. Both are too good." I said. We both worked for a while. The sun starting to set, painting the track in a bright orange color.

"I'm going to go. It was nice seeing you again." I said, getting my backpack and logging off of the computer.

"Do you mind if I walk with you? Just was about to head out myself." He said with a smile

"Yeah, of course." I said, he got his things collected and we both walked out of the circuit, walking to our cars.

"This is me." I said, unlocking my car.

"Have a good night." He said. "Thanks for this again." He said, giving me the air pod.

"Yeah of course." I said smiling. He started to walk away to his car but then stopped slowly, turning to me.

"Hey... can I ask you something?" He asked.

"Yeah, everything okay?" I asked, giving a questioning look. He slowly walked closer to me, sighing as he did.

"Do you, want to go on a date? One day?" He asked.

"I'd love to. When were you thinking?" I asked.

"Maybe tomorrow? Before the race is your not busy." He said.

"Yeah, I can do that."

"Awesome. Maybe you can get me up to date with some songs to." He said smirking, pointing to my phone with his head.

"I can. Maybe I can get you out of your Taylor era." I said giggling.

"Hey." He said, pointing a finger playfully. "I am proud to be a Swiftie. But that's between us." He said with a smile.

"Oh yeah. I mean, if I feel bold. I might write and article about it." I smirked. He slightly laughed, closing the gap between us. What I didn't expect was for him to hug me.

"Thanks for today." He said, arms wrapped around me loosely.

"Yeah, of course. I will see you tomorrow." I said, pulling away from him.

"I'll see you tomorrow." He smiled, walking away.

It was the next day. I was on my way to George's hotel suite, thinking of what was bound to happen next. I walked in, going to the elevator and walking to his door. Knocking three times.

"Hey, come on in." He smiled. I walked in, looking at the room, it had a mini kitchen, one bed, a living room space and a full bathroom.

"Jesus, this is bigger then my house." I joked.

"Yeah. You know, part of the VIP experience." He said. We both walked to the bed, sitting on it for a minute in silence.

"Oh yeah. After last night, I came back here and looked up Ice Cube. He has some pretty good stuff." He said, getting out his laptop.

"Now I know why you want to see him so much." He said.

"Yeah. It's a true addiction." I exaggerated.

"There is one thing I don't understand though." he said.

"What is it?"

"A triple-double? What the hell does that mean?" He asked. I burst out laughing at him.

"What? Did I say it wrong?" He asked. I shook my head no while laughing.

"Oh my God." I said, wiping the tears away. "It means like getting drunk. And you know." I reference. He finally caught on.

"Oh my god you are awful." He said laughing.

"Now I need song recommendations." He said. I opened my case and gave him an airpod while I got the other, hooking them to his laptop. We spent the couple of hours we had, researching songs for him to listen to, and I got into some of his as well. And that is how our date went, not asking for it any other way.

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b14augrana · 10 months ago

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The only thing a few drinks fail to make you forget is her face

Alexia Putellas x reader

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Warnings: mentions of drinking / alcohol, party setting, romantic angst, short one shot

A/N: kind of a shit blurb i wrote ages ago that i wanted to get out of my drafts 👎 i think i was listening to the last minute of tumblr girls on repeat bc i had written that on the doc so … thats the vibe!

Oh, Ibiza.

It’s the most popular party location to the point where it’s hardly anything special anymore, but you still find yourself excited by it. Ending up on the floor of someone’s house who you don’t even know the name of, your first thoughts being the memories of the night before… what a high. You were addicted to that, the aftermath of getting shitfaced and only having enough capacity in your mind to worry about where your phone is, not what Alexia Putellas is doing right now.

You hated the people — watching them grind against each other and retreat to bedrooms if not crash on the sofa and make out right there, it was distasteful and you hated it. You hated alcohol, but you also hated the fact that Alexia wasn’t around to talk you out of having a few drinks, so you drank it out of spite. Among all these hundreds of people, you hated how you felt more alone than ever.

People would make the assumption that you attended these parties to find a girl to take home, but they looked all the same to you, hence your appeal in none of them, because Alexia was unlike anyone you had ever seen with her hazel eyes and lonesome dimple on her right cheek, the one that was barely there. Nobody else had that Alexia-ness that made you mourn her absence every time you went to these parties, and you knew that no matter how much you drank and partied, she’d always be your first thought of comfort the morning after.

You two had dated for a year, give or take a month. You were relentless in your pursuit of fun, whereas she was infatuated with football and refused to put anything above it, which was understandable, because she was good at it. She called it off in her apartment, saying that she couldn’t risk her career for a lifestyle you wanted to live, and you complied with it instead of making an effort to do something to keep you two together — it was your biggest mistake yet, and a decision that never fails to keep you up at night, because maybe if you had tried a little harder, she would’ve been beside you on these restless nights.

You thought you were absolutely hammered when you recognised her face in the sea of bodies, staring at you with narrowed eyes as if she was trying to determine whether it was really you she was spotting. Brushing it off, you considered it another instance of your mind fucking with you, and that made you put down the plastic red cup in your hand, abandoning it on some surface for another drunk to pick up.

Alexia was there, but she couldn’t tell herself why. Why was she in someone’s expansive Ibiza backyard without a reason?

She never liked big parties, such as the ones hosted in Ibiza. Her teammates appreciated them a bit more than her, but she wasn’t her teammates. She rarely ever got drunk unless she was in a Barcelona based nightclub, celebrating another trophy, but even then she never got blackout drunk.

None of that even mattered, because either way she was still standing among sweaty bodies on an island off the coast of Spain, the music sure to give her a headache sooner or later and the strobe lights hurting her eyes that were locked onto one uninterested face.

There was something else to the bored expression you had; almost like you were caught in an epiphany that this wasn’t enough to fill the void you gained when she left. Your face was plagued by disgust, your stare blank and fixated on nothing specific. She noticed all of this.

Alexia knew that you were only here to relive the oddly comforting morning-after sensation. She didn’t know that you craved it so much because ever since she left, she was all you thought about amidst a heavy hangover, and if you pretended hard enough, she was right beside you with her arms wrapped around your frame and her chest pressed to your back. Waking up post-party was almost like travelling back in time to the happiest period of your life — being Alexia’s girlfriend. It was the closest you thought you’d ever get to her again.

You felt like you were ebbing in and out of consciousness, the music fading into nothingness before coming back louder than ever, and your legs were giving in underneath the weight of your entire upper body. Shoulders and knees grazed against your own, nudging you around the crowd, and you could barely remember who’s property you were at, but you looked up and it became apparent to you that the Alexia in front of you wasn’t a hallucination and she was really there, reaching out to you and pulling you out of the crowd.

The reason she was there became apparent to Alexia as she led you to an empty guest room that wasn’t plagued by the smell of sweat and sex (she quickly learned that was rather hard to come across). She locked the door behind you two so there would be no chance of a lustful couple stumbling into the room while she laid you down.

You groaned as you made contact with the mattress, as moving your body at all had become a difficult task. She sat down beside you, turning on the lamp perched atop the bedside table, and she inspected your face; your cheeks bore hints of red and tired eyes squinted to adjust to the light as they settled on her own concerned-looking face. There wasn’t a feeling in the world that could sum up what she felt looking at you.

“Ale,” you mumbled, and she met your gaze. “Lay down. Give me this one night, at least,” you finished, rolling onto your side. Your back faced her, and she didn’t respond for a minute. She didn’t know what to do, what to say, and she was glad you couldn’t see the inconclusive look on her face.

All you felt was shuffling behind you before the mattress dipped and the presence of her body could be sensed behind you. There was a notable distance between you two that she worked hard to maintain throughout the night, because she didn’t want to remember what it felt like to be close to you.

She should’ve been in Barcelona, training and focusing on the matches ahead. After all, that was the entire reason you two had ended things, yet…

She was here.

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pitchsidestories · 1 year ago

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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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multjverse · 3 months ago

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HEADCANON

Albatross came up with duo names between the flags. He had ICE for Iceman and Doc, he found it funny since it’s part of “gathering information” from patients, and both of them aren’t that big on talking, but the name is just as badass as they are so it sticks.

The Crescendo for Lippmann and Piano Man, because the times they’ve been staring at each other have been increasing, and it’s been going on for a while now. He wishes he could tease them more so they could get their shit together, but Iceman won’t let him. Something about “letting people figure it out themselves”, he honestly believes he’ll be 50 by the time they finally say anything.

And his personal favorite: Churros for him and Chuuya, born from when they went on a mission in Barcelona, got so drunk on sangria that they believed they were wizards and used churros as their wands. Chuuya was livid for days because Albatross made their duo name the dumbest one.

#bungou stray dogs #chuuya nakahara #bungo stray dogs chuuya #chuuya stormbringer #storm bringer #bsd chuuya #bungou stray dogs chuuya #albatross #bsd albatross #iceman #bsd iceman #bsd lippmann #lippmann #bsd pianoman #piano man #doc #bsd doc #the flags #bsd flags

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part 16 - but I know where to start

“Feeling my way through the darkness, guided by a beating heart. I can’t tell where the journey will end, but I know where to start.” -Wake Me Up by Avicii

Regent Masterlist Part 15

Was it a cop-out to summon Jazz back to the Far Frozen? Yes. Did Danny particularly care? Nope!

Jason was comfortable, propped up with a book Ghostwriter who had popped by to personally deliver. How the ghost had known about Jason Phantom wasn’t going to question, but he suspected GW kept an eye on the bookworms that passed through the Realms- or at least those close to the “Royal family”. Phantom wasn’t much for reading, not unless it was space-related, but he enjoyed listening to the Liminal man reading out loud. He had a brash voice, accented with a cadence like those from Crime Alley, but it only underscored the passion he held for reading. Phantom didn’t interrupt him once, not even when the halfa pulled out his ecto-phone and texted Ellie.

(His little sister was in Kansas, spending time with another clone she’d literally run into.)

Almost another full day's cycle passed before Phantom realized Jason had fallen back asleep, a book resting open on his broad chest and soft snores coming from the man.

Yeah, he could see how he and Jazz fit together so well.

There was just something about the Once-Revenant, a part of what made him Jason, that resonated with the Phantom. It’s what made him talk to the man as Red Hood, feel comfortable enough to stay in his company for so long, trust him with his older sister- the person who raised him.

(Spent her birthday money to get him those cheap plastic glow-in-the-dark stars.)

(Taught him how to read.)

(Held him as the nightmares of his death shook him to his core.)

(Did not fear him.)

(Not as Phantom, Danny, or Dan.)

(Loves him.)

(Mourns him.)

(He would never tell her, but he understood how Dan could succumb to grief.)

(Jazz was his.)

(His first friend, his true mother, his rock.)

(She wouldn’t have claimed Regency without that tie.)

Remix & Original chat

Remix: Lol hows weenie Original: jasons x3 ur size pipsqeak Remix: ur point? Original: lol hes ok frosty says he got hurt wth shrpnel new healed core + shrapnel = bad time Remix: sucks 2 b him Original: so tru Whre r u? Remix: omw 2 spain barcelona Original: ooh send pics if u need me call Remix: pics or nay gotcha txt u l8r luv u Original: love u 2

Safely back in the living Realm and tucked away in Jason’s apartment, Jazz and Danny tried to investigate the bomb- unfortunately there was nothing for them to do but wait.

On the upside, the Justice League was about to hit the UN full force with all the subtlety of a tsunami and who had front row seats to the drama?

Yep, the Regent. Jazz wasn’t exactly thrilled that her presence was requested, even though it was on the path to the desired outcome the Nightingale siblings had fought for, but both her soulmate boyfriend and little brother would be by her side as support.

The Birds and the Bats Group Chat

Zombie: I lived bitch Spoiler-Alert: Jason! Fly-Like-A-Dick: Little Wing! Blood_Heir: Todd. Zombie: don’t sound too excited there demon brat. Blood_Heir: Never. Sleep_When_Im_Dead: Where have you been? Zombie: Stayed overnight at my Docs for observation. Fly-Like-A-Dick: For three days? Blood_Heir: Fail to find that humorous Todd. Zombie: wasn’t meant to be a joke brat. I was actually at my Docs. Zombie: Got a shovel talk from my girlfriends little brother too. Spoiler-Alert: Whoa GIRLFRIEND!!!! 😱 Jason! Why is this the first were hearing this??? Fly-Like-A-Dick: Little Wing!!!!!! Quiet_Dancer: 🤗 Zombie: At least Cass and Dickiebird are happy for me Spoiler-Alert: Ecstatic! But details! Now. Zombie: No. Fly-Like-A-Dick: Is she a redhead??? Sleep_When_Im_Dead: Jasmine Nightingale. Zombie: Babs. Oracle_of_Gotham: On it. [member Sleep_When_Im_Dead has been blocked from the group.] Spoiler-Alert: too late!!!!!! Cass with me! Quiet_Dancer: 🫡 Oracle_of_Gotham: DENIED Batdad: Welcome back Jaylad. Zombie: Old man You and I need to have a talk with words Fly-Like-A-Dick: battle stations everyone!!!

Council of Uncaged Birds

Queen_Regent: Ellie, I want you to meet Jason. Officially meet him. WanderingPrincess: eh??? temp said wasnt srs Queen_Regent: Danny No InfiniteStarPrince: Danny YES Frosty said they are soulmates!!!!!! WanderingPrincess: 🤯😱 wha th fuck!!!1 Queen_Regent: language! WanderingPrincess: ENGLISH imma get a shovel gotta undead weenie 2 bury.

Template. [user InfiniteStarPrince has left the chat] WanderingPrincess: coward Queen_Regent: I have many regrets. WanderingPrincess: u luv us 👻

Lady & Knight chat Lady: Jay remember when I told you I wanted you to meet Ellie? Knight: She’s bringing a shovel isn’t she. Lady: I love how brilliant you are. Knight: I aim to please.

Lady & Knight chat Knight: you patrolling tonight? Lady: wasnt planning on it Knight: wanna meet me? Lady: same time same place? Knight: you know it

The abolishment of the Anti-Ecto Acts officially happened at three pm on a dreary Gotham Tuesday. Jazz was cuddled with Jason on his couch, dozing off to his heartbeat as he read Pride and Prejudice for the thousandth time. The comfortable silence they had wrapped themselves in only occasionally broken by Jason turning a page was completely shattered when Jazz’s phone rang with the Ghostbusters theme song.

“Danny?” Jazz answered surprised, “School isn’t out yet, what’s wrong?” She was greeted by Danny’s heaving cries as he replied.

“Batman, he- he did it!” Danny sobbed, “He saved us.”

It clicked then. The Dark Knight had completed the task he was entrusted with by a Spirit of Protection, the Once and Future Star King, and unknowingly kept the promise a ghost made to a young Jasmine Fenton.

One day my son will stop this. All of this. You only need to be strong. Take care of yourself and your brother. I promise.

She had waited years for the promise to be fulfilled, the sworn promise of the dead to a living child. Jasmine was a patient soul, but she had still been a child that night in Gotham.

(The Drs. Fenton believing the stories about a ghostly vigilante patrolling the streets, a never aging child by their side.) (Dragging their children with them. ) (Hungry and cold.) (A dead man who swore his son would end their torment one day.)

(She should’ve known it wouldn’t come fast enough to save Danny.)

How was she to know the ghost was speaking of the Realms inhabitants, not the abused and neglected children of Ghost Hunters? How was she to know that the hope such a promise kindled wasn’t hers to keep? Jason wrapped his arms around her, the book set aside and her phone gently taken from her grasp to be put on speaker so they could both talk to her little brother. Danny had dissolved from heaving sobs to muffled hiccups, seemingly now that he’d shared the news with his sister.

“He really did,” she muttered. “He really did it.”

(The furry fucker actually did it.) (She’d known that he was going to try, but humans are stubborn creatures.)

A/N: Hi! Welcome to an update for the Regent. Just to be fully transparent with each of my readers - The Regent is still on Hiatus.

I have deleted so much of my writing because I don't like the flow/dialogue/pacing. Original ending thrown out and rewritten twice- still don't care for it. Who knew something other than Angst would be so difficult.

(Not me!)

Having said that, this entry is of course beta'd by the wonderful @meditating-cat who has put up with my random messages.

(You are amazing!)

(In all honesty, I wish I could just skip right to the ending because at least I know 100% I can get it just right....eventually.)

Thanks for reading and happy easter!

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