#tho I have no hope of winning against this crowd...

[b4kuch1n]

HAPPY YEAR OF THE CAT!!!

happy year of the cat!! 🐱🐈🐱🐈🐱🐈🐱🐈🐱🐈🐱🐈

#ask #linkedsoul #bakuspeech #hi it's lunar 1st! I ate well! a 2hr car ride but otherwise preddy good #now Im gonna get some work done. I should at least finish blocking out the base colors for this one #and then! sleep! and maybe light gambling #tho I have no hope of winning against this crowd... #hope ur lunar new year's goin well too!! hope ur eating good food and having good time. #have a good rest of the day! and the one after too!

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

hi coveyyy !! i hope you’re doing good and i was wondering if you could maybe do a hc for leo valdez x daughter of zeus if you havent already ?

⋆⭒˚.⋆ leo valdez x daughter of zeus! reader hcs

content: leo valdez x daughter of zeus! reader hcs warning: language bc i can't be stop lmao author's note: trying something new...idk if i like or not, you guys tell me!! really...tell me. bc ill go back and change them all to match (bc id rather DIE A TERRIBLE AND ATROCIOUS DEATH than have them all be different) or i can change this one back to normal bullet points. also i realized i hadn't written for my manz in so long, which is CRIMINAL. get ready for the leo flood to come your way (hopefully. please stay away writers block im begging rn)

✧ there is nothing on this planet that leo loves more than a woman that could actually kill him lmao-

✧ so no one was all that surprised when he fell for you

✧ im mean, jason and thalia weren't exactly happy...but they also weren't surprised

✧ leo likes asking you to help him weld things

✧ he thinks it's funny when you use your finger with some electricity to weld whatever he wants together

✧ avid debates are held over who get's the nickname 'sparky'

✧ "MY DAD LITTERALY INVENT STATIC ELECTRCITY???"

✧ "YEAH? AND WHAT TO DO USE TO START A FIRE? A SPARK. TRY AGAIN BITCH."

✧ "what did you just call me?"

✧ "mi novia, mi amor, mi princessa, mi media naranja-"

✧ "andddddddd?"

✧ cue huge sigh

✧ "and sparky. juST FOR TODAY THO DON'T GET TOO EXCITED-"

✧ you like to ensure that leo doesn't overheat by sending soft breezes through bunker nine while he works

✧ and while it's very unlikely that the boy who can light himself on fire will overheat, he appreciate the gesture more than you know

✧ being the good country boy he is, he's a big carrie underwood fan

✧ like, unironically (he just like me fr)

✧ thinks its the funniest thing to serenade you with 'blown away'

✧ OH and 'hurricane' by bridgit mendler

✧ in turn, you never let him go a day without hearing 'girl on fire' by alicia keys

✧ or 'fireball' from mr. 305 himself

✧ likes to throw himself from high distances, knowing you'll aways catch him with a breeze or fly up and save him all supergirl sytle

✧ "ladder? nah, i've got my girl, we're good!"

✧ "climb down? i've got a short cut. and her names yn."

✧ you get stressed out and also reprimand him for this

✧ but he thinks you look hotter when you're yelling at him so he doesn't mind much (or really hear your words as his eyes slowly drift away from yours and downwards)

✧ loves you nearly as much as birds love yo ass

✧ key word is nearly - there is no competition, those little shits are winning

✧ it's giving disney princess the way the crowd you, you sometimes gasping at the rapid pace in which hummingbirds tell you gossip

✧ which you then repeat back to leo, who is gasping right along side you

✧ leo even built you a bird feeder, putting it up outside cabin one while you stood there, arms crossed and totally watching him work and not just starting at the way his muscles clenched or how good his lips look tugged between his teeth-

✧ what were we talking about?? i think i got distracted by something

✧ jason loves it to, the both of you sitting criss cross outside the cabin early in the morning, listen to the birds as they spill the tea while you and jason drink coffee and eat donuts, jason's book long forgotten

✧ ALSO leo easily won thalia over, presenting the daughter of zeus with all the silver jewelry that turns into weapons she could want

✧ that girl was instantly switching sides, happy to rave with you about how sweet leo was and how well he treats her- er, you! how well he treats you!

✧ jason was a little harder but after an in depth talk and totally zero threats against leo's life, they came to a peaceful agreement

✧ bro gave up on appeasing your father and instead prays to hera for a long and happy marriage with you and that zeus never finds peace again

✧ which instantly made him a fan favorite from hera

✧ he knows when you really want a kiss or when your mad at him because you legit just get super staticky

✧ like his hair starts stand on end and he's like 'either i pissed her off or she needs a kiss. either way, i got to seek my girl out.'

✧ both end with you kiss leo, so it doesn't really matter lmao

✧ in fact, most interactions with leo devolve into make out sessions

✧ and, really, who are you to complain??

✧ sparky + (other kind of) sparky = true love

✧ yall that's math you can't argue with it i dunno what to tell you

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #hoo #heroes of olympus x reader #pjo fandom #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez #leo valdez x you #leo valdez x oc #leo valdez x y/n #heroes of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo hoo toa #tlh

[leclercsluvs]

CL16/DR3 | Already Over | smau

part 8

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7

an: i'm thinking this is only going to be like 1 more part. i have no clue what else to make happen tbh, dates/timestamps aren't important, pleas ignore them pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader, daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

charles_leclerc

liked by pierregasly, maxverstappen1 and 3.189.461 others charles_leclerc wish we could go back in time ❤️ tagged: yourusername

danielricciardo watch it.

maxverstappen1 you're doing everything huh?

charles_leclerc ofc i am. i love her. yourbff fuck off. you had your chance and you fucked up big time. yourfriend not you doing all this AFTER she's moved on. stop fucking with her head dude. pierregasly don't listen to them mate, show her how much you love her! yoursister pierre shut the fuck up, or i will make sure you are not able to drive next weekend <3

tayslover it rubs me the wrong way that he's posting like this while she's in a relationship. also i really need her to be on top of her game when she tours with THE queen.

y/nsfclklore not you putting one above the other 🤨 swiftesversion because taytay is above everyone 💁‍♀️ softy/n/n nahhh they're literally friends??? why put them against each other

yourusername

liked by taylorswift, landonorris and 3.156.442 others yourusername had a fantastic time the first night of the eras tour! thank you to everyone who cheered loudly for me, i appreciate all the support 🥹 tagged: taylorswift

danielricciardo looked gorgeous, sad i couldn't be there tonight

yourbff girlll you're shining!! we'll meet you at the next stop!! ❤️

yourusername no way!! who's "we"?? 🤨 yourfriend don't worry it doesn't involve your stupid ex yourbff it does involve someone else tho 👀 maxverstappen1 i wonder who

y/nswrld can't wait to see you soon!

taylorswift you were amazing! glad i decided to bring you with me

yourusername thank you so much for the opportunity! <3

danielricciardo

liked by yourusername, maxverstappen1 and 4.009.877 others danielricciardo stay hydrated folks! tagged: yourusername

yourusername you really had to include that first pic? 😭

danielricciardo ofc, i gotta get the message out there yourusername blocked.

landonorris you went and didn't invite me? kinda rude

danielricciardo sorry there wasn't space on the plane 🤷 yourbff do you have a private plane? landonorris yeah, why? yourfriend then we'll invite you the next time!

yourusername

liked by charles_leclerc, yourbff & 4.132.806 others yourusername this has been an amazing time! thank you so much for all the love!

danielricciardo you were amazing! loved seeing you do what you love

yourusername so happy you were able to be there! ❤️ yourbff 🤮 danielricciardo you were the one to bring me? 🤨 yourbff doesn't mean you have to be this cute yourusername aww you called us cute

charles_leclerc you looked gorgeous!

nvrris.ae did she cover 'hopelessly devoted to you' every night? or just the nights daniel was there?

scfty/n every night! but she did seem to sing it with more passion and with a bigger smile on her face whenever her friends or daniel was in the crowd nvrris.ae that's really cute honestly

charles_leclerc

liked by carlossainz55, maxverstappen1 & 4.283.800 others charles_leclerc i was told to wait with making this statement until the whole situation had died down a little, but going to see yourusername live in sydney, i realized i'm done waiting. i love this woman with all my heart. i will do anything to win back your trust. i would stand in the rain for hours watching you do what you love, i would quit racing, i would go through fire and ice, and of course my pr manager is fired. i am truly and incredibly sorry for what i put you through, and i understand if you are never going to fully forgive me. i miss you, and i love you. and i hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me at some point. i know you're currently in a relationship, and i'm not asking you to drop that. i just want a second chance. i want a fresh start if you think that would be possible. i hope from the bottom of my heart, that we can start over. i already told you exactly what happened over text, and i talked with everyone in the team, they are more than willing to also tell the story from their perspective. tagged: yourusername

leclrcs this is honestly the cutest little statement ever

scuderia.sf get heeer

danielricciardo watch out.

charles_leclerc i understand the two of you are in a relationship, and i'm not going to fight you, i simply just want forgiveness. i'm not interested in breaking the two of you up

yoursister are you being fr right now??? she's over you. you didn't have to make a public statement or anything at all???

charles_leclerc as i stated, i'm not expecting her to forgive me right now, right this second. i'm expecting it's going to take time, and i'm gonna giver her all the time she needs. yoursister you better sleep with one eye open.

danielricciardo

liked by yourusername, yourbff & 3.458.124 others danielricciardo cool date idea: ask your girlfriend what she wants for dinner and then buy her favorite snacks too tagged: yourusername

yourusername best date to ever exist

yourbff wow what about that time i made you a homecooked meal? yourusername you almost burned down my house??? yourbff um i thought we agreed to not bring that up yourusername no you agreed with yourself to never bring that up, i never agreed.

landonorris and i wasn't invited because???

danielricciardo i didn't know we dated? yourusername care to explain yourself? landonorris yeah care to explain yourself? danielricciardo woah hold on how many people am i dating???

mayasheart aww this is such a cute idea! hold on i'm writing it down

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okay soooo we're nearing the end. which is good because i have absolutely no clue what else can happen. but the next part is going to happen a bit in the future, like 1 or 2 years later. i'll figure that out while writing the next and last part.

tag list: @exotic-iris13 @callsignwidow @destinyg237 @lanadelray1989

#charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc #daniel ricciardo x y/n #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo x you #daniel ricciardo #formula 1 #formula one #f1 #formula 1 smau #formula one smau #f1 smau #smau

[sturnioloscenarios]

Hey babe how are u hope u are okay

Can I plz do a Chris x reader but Chris is a lacrosse player and his team won the game and the reader was happy and they have sex in the locker room and almost got caught and Chris keeps kissing the reader in matts car and nick says stop and hits Chris

Plz and thank u I love u so much love ❤️

Locker room

Chris Sturniolo x reader

Summary: read suggestion

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I changed up the ending a little bit. I hope that’s okay❤️

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“Wuhuuuuuu” the crowd yells. Chris and his team is playing lacrosse against another team from our school. Chris just shot the winning goal and the whole crowd is going crazy.

“Yeeaaaaahhhhh Chris” I yell. Chris comes running to me and picks me up hugging me. “Omg I’m so proud of you baby” I say excitedly. “Thanks babe I love you” Chris says. He grabs my face and gives me the happiest kiss I’ve ever received.

“We should definitely celebrate when we get home” I say. Chris looks at me and smirks. “We could also go celebrate in the locker room right now” he says grabbing my hips and pulling me in. I feel my cheeks blushing.

“How does that sound?” He whispers in my ear. I kiss him, grabs his hand and pull him into the locker rooms.

He closes the door behind him and pulls me in for another kiss. “We have to be quick tho babe. My team is gonna come in here soon” he says. I nod and begin to kiss him again.

I slide my hands down his waist till I reach the waistband of his pants. I look up at him and he nods as approval. I pull down his pants and palm his growing bulge outside from his boxers.

“So good for me” he says as I get down on my knees. I now pull down his boxers revealing his already fully hard dick. I spit in my palm and starts covering his dick in it.

I pump it a couple of times before putting his tip in my mouth. Chris collects my hair in a ponytail and gently pushes my head against him.

I put more and more of his dick in my mouth until I’m balls deep. I start bouncing my head on his dick gagging from his size.

I hear Chris grunting and moaning. “Fuuuck babe. It feels so fucking good”. He says. I speed up my pace a bit and I feel Chris’ body stuttering. “Shit babe. As much as I want to bust in you pretty mouth I want you to feel my cum in you pussy.” He says.

I pull off his dick and stand up. He grabs my face and says “so fucking perfect”. He lightly pushes me to the bench and lay me down on my back.

He pulls down my shorts along with my panties. “Such a pretty pussy” he praises. I bend up my knees to give easier access. He grabs my thighs and starts placing kisses around my pussy.

He then places his warm wet tongue on my clit and starts sucking and licking. “Ugh fuck Chris” I moan. I feel Chris smirking against my pussy. “So fucking wet baby” Chris says.

“Chris, I want you inside me” I say between breaths. Chris separates from my pussy and looks up at me from between my legs. He smirks at me and crawls up hovering over me.

He puts his mouth to my ear and whispers “yeah? You sure you can take it?” Chris asks. All I’m able to is nod.

He pumps his still rock hard cock a few times before putting it to my entrance. He runs it through my wet folds before putting in the tip.

He leans down to kiss me with his hands on each side of my head on the bench. He then starts to slowly push himself inside me. A few low groans escaping his lips.

He’s keeping eye contact the whole time. He is now balls deep giving me a few seconds to adjust to his size. “Ready?” He asks.

“Fuck yes Chris please” I whine in need for motion. Chris immediately pull out and slams right back into me. I scream in pleasure. Chris keeps a fast pace hitting my cervix with every thrust.

He wasn’t joking when he asked if I could take it. He is pounding deeply into me so fast the air gets beat out my lungs. “Fuck baby. You feel so fucking good” Chris praises. Aside from the sound of the music playing from outside, only Chris’s groans, my moans and our skin slapping is filling the locker room.

Suddenly Chris grabs my hand and puts it up to lay on my lower stomach. “You feel that?” He asks pounding into me. “Yeah. You are so big” I answer. His dick is visibly filling me up from outside.

“Oh fuck Chris yes just like that” I say rolling my head back in pleasure. Chris is now thrusting in an ungodly pace hitting my g-spot repeatedly.

“Fuck fuck fuck Chris I’m g- gonna fucking cum” I almost yell. “Yeah baby come on my dick” Chris says. I immediately feel release as I cum. I can’t hold back my moans.

“So hot” Chris says in a low voice. Chris keeps pounding and I feel his dick twitching inside me indicating that he is close.

“Shit ma, I’m gonna come” he says grunting. “Come inside me Chris.” I say. Chris places his hands on my waist to get a better grip. With one last stuttering thrust I feel Chris’s cum shoot inside me.

“Ugh ugh ugh fuuuuuck y/n” he groans before pulling out of me. He reaches down to give me a soft kiss and then grabs my hand to pull me up. “We better get you cleaned up before my teammates gets in here.”

He goes over to the showers and turn it on. “Get in here baby” he calls. I get up in to the shower. Chris just wiped his dick and put it back in his pants. He is standing in the corner admiring me in the shower.

“Stop starring” I say shyly. “Oh yeah, like I didn’t just ruined your insides” Chris says with a smirk. I shake my head, grabs my towel and put my clothes back on.

Chris grabs my waist and kisses me. “We better get you outta here” he says smiling. “Yeah” I say and I walk out alone and goes over to meet Matt and Nick. “Where have you been?” Nick asks. “Oh I just had to pee” I say. “For 20 minutes?” Nick asks. I just smile and sip at my drink.

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I hope you liked it🫶🫶

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #smut #fanfic #matt sturniolo #male whimpering #nick sturniolo #spotify #hot as fuck #chris sturniolo x reader #chris x you #lacrosse #pussy licker #gym lockers

[yoyokslut]

Dress.

Mason Mount x singer reader

Word count: 4461 words.

Summarize: He must like you for you.

A/n: ummm I got carried away again. Hope you like it @ithinkimokeei 🫶🏻

Your friend was throwing a party at her house tonight, she wanted to cheer you up and thought a gathering was a good idea.

"But I don't wanna go," you said pouting through the phone although she couldn't see you.

"You're gonna have a nice time I promise, girl. It's time you start socializing again with the world," she joked.

It was almost a year since everyone seemed to turned against you, everyone called you a liar about a stupid rumour and even though you defended yourself on all platforms and gave your version of the story, no one believed it... Except for your true friends and family.

"I don't know, I don't think I'm ready, Sophie," you said doubtful.

"Pretty please, do it for me, I'll be by your side... Like always," you smiled, it was true, she was a real friend.

"Fine, you win, just because I love you,"

"I'll be waiting for you, now go get ready," she said hanging up.

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You opted for a black short sleeved dress with a pair of heels, did your makeup as quickly as you could and head up to your friends'.

«Only bought this dress so you could take it off» just got to your head, sometimes random lyrics would pop up and you would either record/write them in your phone or paper.

You pulled up at Sophie's and texted her since you saw a lot of people at her house, and your social anxiety was creeping in.

you: hey, I'm outside your house:)

Sophie: was expecting this message, coming for ya:)

you: okay, thank you<3

"Hey, sweetie, you wanna come in by the backyard door, don't you?" she said hugging you. This was an old habit you had, every time you texted her when you got there, she knew it meant your social anxiety was there, and needed a couple of minutes to calm down and try to interact with people.

After entering the house, you hid yourself in the kitchen trying to mentalize yourself before chatting. A few time passed and you started walking around talking to people you knew, about their lives and what they've been up to, until you saw him.

Tall, brunette, brown eyed guy with a buzz cut, he was wearing a black hoodie, jeans and white nike sneakers.

Flashback when you met me

Your buzz cut

«Damn, he's so ho- shit he's looking at me too» he catched you eyeing him and smiled at you while you blushed and broke eye contact.

"His name is Mason Mount," you turned around looking at Sophie with forrowed brows as if asking how do you know?

"Chelsea footballer and one of my boyfriend's friends,"

"Oh" you said looking at him again.

"I can introduce you to him if you want-"

"No!" you said cutting her off.

"Why not? He looks nice," she said shrugging.

"What if he doesn't wanna talk to me? I bet he's aware about my reputation," you said looking away from him "I don't think he wants to be involved with someone like me,"

"But, what if he wants to know you by you and not what the media says? You're a great person, remember what we learned with all of this? Fuck social media and haters, you are amazing, sweetie," you smiled and hugged her.

"You're always so nice to me, always there for me thank you for not leaving me. It makes me think you like me," you joked.

"Well, I don't have other friends so," she raised her brows and you laughed "Let me know if you change your mind about him," you nodded and head outside.

Standing there arms crossed just admiring at the sky, the stars and the moon.

"Hey," you heard an unfamiliar voice.

You turned around and there he was, standing next to you with a beautiful smile on his face.

"Hey," you said smiling back.

"Too much people for your liking?"

"Definitely, but I'll get used to it again, I hope,"

"Well to be fair, I feel like there's too much people in there too," he nodded.

"You seem like that kind of person who likes to be in crowded rooms tho," you smiled.

"Yeah I do but sometimes it gets a little too much,"

"I agree,"

"I like your hair, this colour suits you," he said tugging it behind your ear.

And my hair bleached

"Thank you, although I don't think I'd bleach it again. I like yours, it suits you as well," you wanted to touch it, but hesitated whether he would be okay or not, he grabbed your hand and rubbed it softly against his hair.

"Thank you, although I don't think I'd do buzz cut again," he said quoting you and you both chuckled "Listen um, I saw you a couple of minutes ago and I think you're pretty and I was wondering if it's okay with you, would you like to go on a date with me?" he rubbed the back of his head nervously.

"You really wanna go on a date with me?" you asked frowning.

"Yes, why not?" he frowned this time.

"Have you not be reading what's on internet? I don't think so, because otherwise you wouldn't even be talking to me," you said lowering your head.

"Yes I have read some stuff, but I don't wanna know you throughout them, I wanna like you for you. You probably already have friends and family by your side, if you allow me, I can be one too, I don't think you ever did something wrong or bad, they just twisted everything and make you see like the bad one. I think you're nice and a good person and if you let me, I know I'll find it out by myself,"

Even in my worst times

You could see the best of me

"I really appreciate everything you said, thank you for not believing in that, I think you really earned that date," you winked.

"You won't regret it, I promise, would you give me your number?"

"Sure," you said pulling out your phone.

"Oh and I'm Mason by the way," he introduced himself formally.

"I'm Y/n,"

"Y/n, it's pretty, like you," he winked.

Say my name and everything just stops

#mason mount x reader #mason mount #mm #mm19 #mason mount x y/n #footballer imagine #footballer #footballer x reader #mason mount x singer reader

[hobiebrownismygod]

Can I get a Hobie Brown x reader (fem or gender neutral, whichever you're comfortable with) from his dimension and does fights? Like 'underground', paid, street fights. She tells Hobie about it and he comes with her, and she is constantly telling him that he can't help her, at all, he can't interfere.

Thank you, And I hope you a happy time

And he's cool with that until this cop comes in right before her fight and says that he won't arrest everyone there (or something) if she can beat him.

She wins, of course, she's good at her job and Hobie patches her up after. I kinda want to read a terrified into soft Hobie.

If not that's perfectly fine, Take as long as you need

Thank you, and I hope you a happy time

This was so fun to write! I had to change it slightly tho :/ Sorry this took so long btw, I was fairly busy. I hope you enjoy it!

Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader

Fight Club

TW: Established Relationship, Blood

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Hobie had never been more in love.

Watching the girl of his dreams beat the living daylights out of a full-grown man made him want to kick his feet in the air and giggle out loud. Strong, gorgeous and borderline psychotic? Just his type.

Honestly, at first he'd been against the idea of the love of his life putting herself in danger with street fights, but that was before he realized just how good she was at it. He'd also been against the idea of watching it, absolutely terrified of seeing her get hurt, but after a couple reassuring words he'd decided that it would be best to go see her. At least, if he was there, he'd be able to keep her safe, no?

So here he was, leaning against the wall while standing on the sidelines, watching his pretty girl sucker punch a dude so hard he fell unconscious. Of course, Hobie was the first to walk up to her with a water bottle, giving her a kiss on the cheek while he wiped the blood of her face.

"You did amazing, darling. Honestly, I 'ad no idea you were that strong" he teased, head cocked to the side as he took a step back. Still a little out of breath, you nodded and shot him a smile. "It's my job, isn't it?" You leaned toward him playfully. "Well, you're bloody good at it." He winked.

He rubbed your shoulders and talked to you softly for a few minutes while you got ready for your next and probably last fight of the day. Although he tried to keep on a brave face, he was nervous.

Terrified of the fact that you might get hurt.

Sure, he knew that was basically impossible, what with your skill and your experience, but he was still going mad thinking about all the horrific possibilities. It was hard to push them to the back of his mind. Especially when he saw you get hit back.

You couldn't dodge every punch after all. You had to take some. Hobie couldn't handle that. For a moment he felt like he should just climb into that ring himself and show your opponent a piece of his mind. Or even just use his web to trip the guy. What harm could it do?

Hobie raised his wrist towards the ring, aiming for a moment before he hesitated.

"You can't get involved. I can handle myself, Hobes." your words in the car when he'd drove you here stuck in his mind. He scoffed under his breath. Of course. He couldn't get involved. His girl could take care of herself. He half-heartedly pulled his hand back just in time to see you kick yourself to your feet, knocking the other guy to the ground in the process.

He cheered with the rest of the crowd while you climbed on top of your opponent, blocking his airflow until he surrendered. He booed at your opponent who walked out of the ring with a broken nose and a shameful look on his face. But before he could run over to congratulate you again-

BAM BAM

Gunshots.

Some people screamed, others stood their ground, the entirety of the audience turning to see what looked like a police officer walk through the door, pistol in his hand and a smug expression on his face. Someone must have tipped him off.

"Y/N!" Hobie called out quickly, approaching you and grabbing you by the arm to pull you behind him. He didn't have his mask with him at the moment, but he'd figure it out. He had to protect his girl.

"Stay behind me."

"Hobes, it's alright." you said with a slight smile, coming to his side. As the officer approached, you shot him a sly grin. "What seems to be the problem, officer?"

The officer looked you up and down, a distasteful expression on his face. "This looks to me like an illegal street fighting ring. And you seem to be the ringleader." He said coldly.

"Me?" you asked in mock disbelief. "A leader of a fighting ring? You must be mistaken, officer."

He laughed out loud. "Yeah? Makes sense. You don't look like the type to be able to fight."

Hobie clenched his jaw at this. He was already pissed off by the officer in his presence, but hearing the entitled asshole call his girl weak? That was crossing the line. "She could take you any day." He muttered under his breath.

You gave Hobie a wide-eyed glance and the officer glared at him. "What was that?" He asked threateningly, pointer finger edging dangerously close to the trigger of his pistol. "I said she could take you any day." Hobie replied, a little louder this time, staring the cop down.

"Yeah!"

"Beat the pig down!"

The audience chimed in to Hobie's statement, a small group of people even beginning to chant, "Fight! Fight! Fight!"

The cop looked taken aback, as if he didn't know how to react in this situation. Then of course, he was too prideful to turn down a fight against a girl.

"How about this, officer?" you began, an idea popping in your mind. "Fight me. If I win, you let us all go, scotch-free."

"Wha-" he started, shaking his head no, pistol raised.

"Why? Too scared to fight a girl?"

His eyes narrowed. He shoved the pistol in his holster, approaching you with a determined look on his face. "Fine. But if you lose..."

"I won't."

Hobie watched you in awe, unable to stop a small grin from spreading across his face, completely lost in you. Your determination, your skill, your bravery, it was all so...so...?

Beautiful.

You were beautiful.

And then he found himself standing outside the ring again, watching yet another fight, except this time the stakes were much higher. "Beat his ass!" He called out as you swung a punch as the badged man in front of you, effectively smacking him to the ground.

The officer was a fair match, obviously trained well. Both of you had landed a couple hits but it seemed as though you were winning. Of course you were winning. You were trained for this. But that didn't stop Hobie from stressing and biting his fingernails out of nervousness with each botched swing.

Eventually, one well-timed kicked sent the officer flying across the ring, hitting his head against the floor with a nasty crack. Although he tried to get up, he was completely beat, meaning you had won the match. And the crowd went wild.

Everyone had been expecting you to win, but it was an exciting moment nonetheless. You fought through the swarm to fall right into Hobie's welcoming arms, despite him still being a bit shaky with nerves. "You did so good, darling" he said softly, holding you tight and closing his eyes, as though he was afraid you'd disappear.

"Thank you." you replied, smiling up at him. "You look like a ghost, Hobes" a soft chuckle escaped your lips as you caressed his cheek gently, a slight hint of red appearing on his face at the motion. "Were you really that nervous?"

"I-I-" he stuttered, voice still trembling slightly. "Shut up! You bloody scared me! Look at you-" he started, pulling you a little closer and concernedly inspecting you all over. "-covered in blood and scratches...I'm gonna have to patch you up once we get home, hmm?"

"You love patching me up."

He shot you a sly grin. "I s'pose I do. Doesn't mean I like seeing you hurt though."

You took his hand in yours, running your finger over his ruined, cracked nails. "Look what you did." you said, shaking your head teasingly. "Old habits die hard?" He tried, leaning in to kiss you on the cheek.

You laughed. "At least I ended up winning. Saved you a couple weeks in jail, didn't I?"

He shook his head, suppressing a wide smile. "Yeah you won. You beat his arse. And I loved watching it."

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[wwinterwitch]

Hi, i was wondering if you could write something for Eddie Munson? My idea is that reader is one of the popular girls at school and Eddie is totally in love with her (even tho he hates himself for that fact) but he's certain that she doesn't even know who he is, much less would spare him the time of her day. However, one day he pisses off the wrong jock and they end up beating him up when no one is around. Reader finds him later, injured and trying to take care of himself while failing miserably, and for his surprise she helps him out, takes care of his wounds and is genuinely worried. Then maybe Eddie gets a bit emotional? I feel like he would be the type of person who doesn't get that kind of care often. And maybe after that reader sticks by him at school and at first he's trying to not be seen with her because he's worried his presence will stain her reputation, but she just reassures him that she doesn't care what others think, and he only falls more... Sorry that got a bit big, but I love your writing <3

STOP I LOVED THIS IDEA!! you can tell I got a little carried away with this but it was just so good and eddie is so cute and i'm so in love with him. Hope y'all like this (and maybe I can do a part 2??? idk you guys let me know)

**gif is not mine!! if you know who it belongs to let me know to credit them

THE QUEEN AND THE FREAK

summary: eddie never expected the girl he liked to notice him, yet there she was, willing to be his friend despite belonging to very different groups (part 2 here)

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 3k

warnings: popular/loser trope, mentions of blood and injuries, reader takes care of eddie's wounds, angst, eddie is a sweetheart, fluff, strangers to friends to kinda lovers?, high schoolers being assholes, mentions of stereotypes, a bit of flirting, more angst, reader is 18

a reblog and/or comment is always appreciated!

At first, Eddie Munson thought you were a stuck-up bitch. How could you not be? Captain of the cheerleaders, most popular girl in school and top student. You and your group of popular kids is practically the personification of everything he hates.

But much to his despair, the more he started to acknowledge you, he couldn't help but notice other things. The way you would tap your foot repeatedly during the entire duration of a test because, maybe, you had all this pressure on yourself to always get the best grades. Or the way you would cover your mouth when you laughed. Or how you would walk inside a classroom and suddenly nothing else mattered but you.

He hates this. He hates himself for noticing those things and enjoy them. He hates himself for thinking you looked so cute doing that silly cheerleader routing he shouldn't find enjoyable, yet there he is sitting on the bleachers just to look at you. He hates he can't seem to get you out of his head.

And it was all so stupid. Because why did he have to fall for the one girl who would never in a million years like him back? You're just so different from him, you probably don't even know he exists.

He feels pathetic because he really wants to hate you, but in reality he just hates the fact that he's so into you. It was almost like the universe was trying to piss him off. Always hating the popular crowd, now he's punished by liking one of said crowd.

And as if things couldn't get any worse for him, right after lunch he had a fight with a group of idiots from the basketball team. He was unlucky enough to find himself alone against them, so it was evident this time it'd be a fight he wasn't going to win.

He was by his locker when he heard someone walking down the hall towards where he was, forcing him to lean into his open locker to cover the wounds on his face.

"Are you okay?" he heard a voice asking. At that moment, he couldn't believe who was standing right next to him.

Instead of answering like a normal human being, Eddie stood there like a complete weirdo, staring at you in disbelief. He never imagined he would have the chance to talk to you. Evidently, you looked even more concerned when you noticed the state he was in. "Who did this to you?"

"It's...nothing," he muttered.

"Doesn't look like nothing," you insisted. "Did you go see the nurse?"

His silence was enough answer for you. Sighing, you gently closed his locker and grabbed his arm, guiding him to the nearest bathroom. You poked your head inside to make sure no one was inside before the two of you entered.

Eddie didn't complain about you dragging him away from his locker, his heart beating rapidly against his chest when it was just the two of you inside that bathroom. Did he have a concussion that it's making him fantasize about you? It's the only explanation as to why your standing here with him.

He watched in silence as you grabbed a piece of paper towel and damped it with water, walking closer to him. Without warning, you grabbed his face to gently move it to the side, starting to carefully press the paper towel against his left brow.

You didn't move your hand away from his chin, keeping him in place. The gesture of you willingly helping him out and the fact that you're so close was slowly driving him insane. This is all too good to be true.

Your hands were incredibly soft and you were being so gentle with him, it was hard for him not so stare at you, though he had to look away so you wouldn't think he was weird or anything. The feeling of someone touching him, even as superficial and insignificant at this, meant the actual world to him. He rarely ever gets that, especially from a girl he secretly has a crush on. It made him realize just how touch-starved he actually is, almost wishing you would never move away from him. Jeez, he was almost grateful he got beat up because that means being alone with you in a bathroom.

"You should get this disinfected," you commented, just to make some sort of conversation.

"Yeah," was all he could say, much focused on the fact that you were standing just inches away from him and he couldn't do nothing else but stare and suffer in silence because despite wanting to convince himself otherwise, he needed some much more from this moment.

You continued cleaning as much of the dry blood you could from his face, cleaning his left brow and a small cut on his cheek. Then, you grabbed another paper towel and began gently cleaning the cut on the side of his lip. That instantly made him flinch, not because he was hurt or because he didn't want you near, but because he genuinely didn't now how to react.

"Sorry, did that hurt?" you asked, unaware that his reaction had nothing to do with the injury itself.

"A little," he lied. "It's fine, though."

With that said, you continued to clean the dry blood on the side of his lip, making sure to be extra careful to avoid hurting him again. Now this is both the best and worst moment of his life. He's just inches from your face, and you're concentrating on his lips as you clean his wounds, and he just wishes this could be different. That you're not here with him to help him out with his injuries. He liked to imagine that you two had sneaked out of class and now you were about to kiss him, and he could stay inside this bathroom with you for as long as he wanted. And that you wanted to stay here with him, too. But it was all too good to be true. You're here just to help him, and he can't lean in those extra inches to kiss you, nor he can wrap his arms around you to pull you close. This doesn't mean a thing.

Of course, you were unaware of the scenario he was picturing inside his head. And you didn't notice how disappointed and hopeless he looked when you pulled away from him and disposed the paper towel by throwing it in the trashcan behind you.

"That's better," you commented with a smile, scanning his face. He just felt so vulnerable now, having you look at him like that with those beautiful eyes and that gorgeous smile...you'll be the death of him.

Before he could thank you, the door of the bathroom opened and he was once again dragged by you, this time inside a stool. He understood what you were doing, putting his feet up the toilet as you closed the stool's door behind you.

"Hey, are you okay in there?" you immediately recognized the voice of one of your friends asking. "Mrs. Downey told me to check on you because you were taking too long."

"Uh, yeah. I'm fine!" you quickly replied, exchanging a look with Eddie. "Just...I don't think I'll be able to get back to class. Would you tell Mrs. Downey I'm not going to be back?"

"Sure, do you need anything? Maybe someone can come pick you up?"

"No, don't worry. I just need to stay here for a bit. I'll maybe go to the nurse if I feel worse."

"Okay. You want me to get your things after this period ends?"

"Yes, please. I think I'll be okay to go to English later."

"Alright, see you then. I'll come check on you during break to see if you need anything, okay?"

"Okay, thanks! You're the best."

You and Eddie heard the bathroom door opening and closing again, the bathroom once again in complete silence. You waited a few seconds before opening the door to check your friend was indeed gone before turning back to Eddie. "That was close," you chuckled.

The two of you walked outside the stool and Eddie, feeling a lot more comfortable around you said, "Who would've thought someone like you would be the type to sneak out of class?"

"Someone like me?" you asked, a smile on your face still. "And what is that supposed to mean?"

"You know, the queen of Hawkins High breaking the rules...sounds hard to believe."

You couldn't hold back your laughter, which instantly made Eddie smile. He just managed to make you laugh. You were laughing because of something he said. He made you laugh.

"Well, there's a first time for everything," you shrugged. "It's...Eddie, right?"

The way his name sounded coming from your lips has got to be his new favorite sound ever. Oh, how he would love to hear you call his name over and over... "Uh...yeah, it is," he replied a bit shy, scratching the back of his neck just to do something that would distract him from his thoughts. "Didn't think you would know my name."

"Of course I know your name, we share almost every class. Besides, a guy like you is hard to ignore."

"Is that so?"

You let out a quick nervous laugh after realizing how that sounded like, your cheeks turning a light shade of pink. God, this guy was charming. "I mean, you have a style that stands out. The, uh...you know, the hair and the leather jacket."

"Oh, yeah...I guess."

"I meant that in a good way," you quickly explained when you noticed he couldn't tell if that was an insult or a compliment. "You stand out in a good way."

His smile instantly appears on his face again. "Well, that's good to hear."

"Don't let that get to your head."

"Sorry, too late. That made my ego about...ten times bigger."

Once again, he made you laugh. "You're so not like I thought you were."

"And you're nothing like I expected either."

"I hope you mean that in a good way?"

"I mean that in the best of ways."

Eddie was beyond happy to notice your cheeks turning an ever darker shade of pink after his comment, noticing just by your body language that he was making you nervous. It's the only explanation as to why you seem to fidget with your fingers so much or why you would shift the weight of your body from one side to the other.

"As much as I'd like to stay here talking to you, I think you really need to go see the nurse," you commented, once again checking the injuries on his face.

"Glad to know I'm such a good company," he teased again. "I was actually heading back home before you found me."

"But we have English and then History before school's over..." you said as if it was obvious that he couldn't leave.

"Now that right there was adorable," he commented with a laugh. It was almost as if he managed to turn the entire situation around, leaving you to be the one all flustered.

"Okay, I get it," you said, pretending to be annoyed by all the teasing. Deep down, you couldn't get enough of it. Since when Eddie Munson, the outcast no one wanted to be around, was so incredibly charming? There's just no other way you can describe him. "I can give you my notes tomorrow, then."

That took him by surprise. He wasn't expecting to be a "tomorrow" between the two of you. He just assumed this would be the very last time you'd ever talk to each other. "Uh, that'd be awesome...thanks– and thanks for all of this. You didn't really have to."

"Oh, don't worry. I'm glad whatever happened wasn't that serious...I hope. But please, make sure–"

"To disinfect the wounds. I know, I know," he interrupted. He wasn't going to show it, but he couldn't get enough of you looking so worried about him. Taking that as the end of the conversation, the two of you walked to the bathroom door. Eddie opened it for you, waiting for you to walk outside before he did.

"See you tomorrow," you said a way to say goodbye. Once again, Eddie was surprised to hear you say that.

"See you tomorrow," he replied, much to his disbelief.

..

You and your group were chatting outside of school by the cars of various guys from the basketball team. School wasn't going to start just yet, so you and your friends decided to hang out there in the meantime.

A few minutes passed before you watched a truck park relatively close to where you were all standing, noticing Eddie getting off the vehicle.

You were glad to notice his wounds were better, though you noticed a bit of bruising that wasn't there yesterday. Still, you almost felt butterflies at the sight of him. He just left such a good impression on you...it was practically impossible not to replay in your your head the conversation the two of you shared yesterday. It lasted just minutes but it was so meaningful at the same time.

He noticed you were there with your friends, and you were disappointed to watch him just walk away without even saying hello. Not like he owe it to you, but you were expecting at least something.

A few of your friends muttered things when they saw him, probably just being mean and making fun of him like they tend to do. You ignored them, excusing yourself to walk up to him.

You noticed he was quite surprised when he noticed you walking next to him. Almost immediately, everyone around the two of you turned to look at the scene. What were you even doing with him? Two of the most opposite people ever were suddenly...friends?

The town you live in is impossibly small, so watching the biggest loser in school managing to befriend the prettiest and most popular girl is school is something almost unthinkable. Everyone were so obsessed with status and the "food chain" inside Hawkins High, they just couldn't believe this was happening.

"How are you feeling?" was the first thing you asked him, ignoring all the staring. You figured this would happen, but you decided not to care.

"Uh, fine," he muttered, visibly confused.

"Is...something wrong?"

"No, no. It's just...well, I didn't think you'd want to talk to me with so many people around," he confessed. The look on his face was both adorable and heart breaking. He just looked lost.

Of course he was happy to see you and to talk to you, especially because it is you the one approaching him. But all the way from his trailer to school, he braced himself to be completely ignored by you all day until maybe you get an opportunity to be alone to talk.

"Why wouldn't I talk to you? I mean, we are sort of...friends, right?" you asked, also looking relatively lost. "I'm sorry, I thought you–"

"No, I'm sorry. I'm just stupid like that," he interrupted. "I thought you would be embarrassed or something. Being around the school's freak and all."

"You need to stop with all of that! Seriously, you put yourself down too much."

It was easier said than done. All he has ever known is putting himself down. He acts all tough and mean, but in reality he can be really insecure– especially when it comes to you. He's always seen as the freak, the stupid guy who can't seem to graduate, the satanic-worshipper because he plays D&D. All he sees is people hating him and putting him down so, eventually, he just started to believe that's all he was. A complete failure.

Noticing he wasn't talking, you put a hand on his shoulder in a comforting manner, which made everyone around you even more shocked. These people were in dying need of a hobby.

"Look, I really like you. I don't care if we get dirty looks all the time or whatever. You're really nice, so I honestly can handle all the staring," you added. "Besides, I still have to hand you my notes from yesterday."

The last part was in hopes to get him to smile, which you actually achieved. You quickly handed him your notes and he gladly took them. "Thanks."

"No problem. Though I feel like I just gave you more reasons to skip class."

"Yeah, now you'll never see me in a classroom ever again."

The comment made you laugh. "Hopefully you don't disappear on me just like that."

You two reached the school's doors and, once again, he made sure to open the door for you. Before he could reply to your last comment, the bell rang, indicating it was time to get to class. "I'll see you later. Uh, maybe we can have lunch together? I mean, if that's okay with you."

"Yeah, sure. I'd like that," he replied, genuinely shocked you were so willing to spend time with him.

You gave him one last smile before walking down the hall to get to your first class. Eddie just stood there, watching you walk away, thinking to himself what the hell is happening.

Since when did he get so lucky?

And from that moment on, he would wonder that every single day. Because with each day that passed, the two of you became very good friends, something no one could fully comprehend. Not even him could wrap his head around it, though you were always there to remind him he is worth your time, and that you genuinely want to be his friend.

It was impossible for him not to adore you even more. Because ever since that day you found him by his locker, you would always defend him from your friends when they decided to pick on him, even when it was evident a guy like Eddie didn't really need much protection from bullies. Because you would always send a smile his way as you mutter a quick "hi", or even stop to have a brief conversation before class if you ever saw him in the hall, not caring if your friends were there to witness that. Because you always offered him your notes whenever he'd skip a class. Because you would agree to try to understand what was D&D all about and, in return, he would sit and watch all the cheerleader routines you had in mind before presenting them to your team.

Eddie was so wrong about you. He thought you were nice, only to find you were much nicer. He thought you were pretty, only to find you are the most beautiful person he has ever met in his life. You are perfect and it's slowly killing him, because right now he couldn't possibly be more in love with you.

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[gadriezmannsgirl]

Pedri x Swedish reader 👉👈

Where she teaches him some of the basics like:

Jag älskar dig = I love you

Hej jag heter = hello my name is

tack så mycket = Thank you very much

And some more (just use google translate if u want more lol)

Then later he scores v Sweden in a match and don't celebrate because of you. He instead says "jag älskar dig" to the camera and it's all over social media. And it's just pure fluff.

If u don't want to do it it's fine it's just that I've never seen a imagine where Y/n is Swedish, she's either English or Spanish, and I once saw a German y/n.

I just really want one where y/n is from my country 💀 but if u don't want to it's fine, love ur work tho 💕

Ok, seeing as the last España vs. Suecia match was literally on 2021, I made up one :) Warning: This is shitty 😭

New Celebration -Pedri González

Summary: When Pedri scores at a game against your country, he comes up with a new celebration

"Que e'to e'ta muy difícil, mi amor" You groaned a bit

"C'mon Pepi. It's pretty easy, it's just tack så mycket"

"Yeah, not happening" You groaned once more as Pedri kissed your cheek "I'm not made for Swedish baby but still tack så mycket" Your eyes widened as you gasped, Pedri laughed.

You have been trying to teach him for a whole month the basics of Swedish, but he never did it right, always messed up a little bit.

He always wanted to do it right but it was true that Swedish was a bit too difficult for anyone but with practice he could smash it. But you know how was he of speaking in other languagues, it took you so much time to finally hear him talk in English, you were starting to lose hopes for him in Swedish and when he told you he wanted to learn your culture, you went all in.

"See you could do it!" You yelled excited "That was so good!" You kissed him repeatedly "Now say: I min nästa match gör jag ett mål och dedikerar det till min flickvän" (In my next match, I'll score a goal and dedicate it to my girlfriend) His face completly turned into one of confusion and stayed in silence for a few minutes

"... Your mom, by the way" You laughed hard

...

Spain vs. Sweden was happening, after the World Cup knockout stages in 2021, this time it was a friendly match, your now two years boyfriend was playing and he was nervous and anxious. Last time he played against Sweden you were just friends and it didn't mattered that much to him but now that you were his girlfriend, he didn't wanted you to be mad at him if he scored or sad because your country lost, if they get to win, he loved you but he also loved his country and wanted to fight for it as well.

For that he decided he would not score, you told him it didn't mattered that much, yes, you wanted your country to win but it was a game and more matches could come, for him to play like he always did not feeling hold back. You understood.

It was minute 67' when Morata passed him the ball, Pedri was into rival's territory, when he saw two swedish players come to him he kicked the ball strongly. He stood there when he saw the ball hit the net and the Spaniards went crazy, celebrating the goal.

Pedri felt Morata, Gavi, Koke, Kepa, Asensio and a few other come up to him celebrating his goal but he was set in place not believing what he just did. He didn't wanted to score today and he had done it.

He turned around looking for your face in the crowd, he walked over to where you were and yelled a little 'Jag älskar dig', you smiled clapping for him and blew him kisses. He smiled and clapped returning to the game, the feeling of guilty still on his shoulders lightly, he sighed not wanting you to be mad at him for it.

...

"You're on social media" You said as soon as you saw him enter the hotel room, the WAG's and you rode in a different bus than the guys and while they were showering, all of you decided to head back "Everyone loved the "new celebration"" You smiled "You can do it after you "put your glasses on"" He smiled lightly

"I'm sorry" You shook your head

"Don't be" You kissed his lips "That may have been the best goal you've ever done"

"I didn't-"

"I know you didn't. But I did wanted you to" You hugged him "Also..." You kissed his lips "Jag älskar dig också"

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[mokwkhaltk]

When Eyes Meet 🍄

I don’t even think anyone will see this but yeah let’s just do it IM SO EMBARASSED THO.

Anfield was always loud, but today it was something else. it was roaring, the ground vibrating with everyone's voices, people cheering as loud as they could for their favorite team. Today was the game against Arsenal top of the league it was a game about keeping hopes for the Champions League next year so the plan was to cheer as loud as they can because they were player number 12 and they could change the path of the game.

She was there too, buried in the middle of the crowd wearing her Liverpool jersey with his name on the back it was covered with a jacked because it was chilly but she mostly covered it because she thought it was embarrassing, people will think of her just as a fangirl while football was what she adored since she was a little girl.

The game started and Liverpool was doing so well until van Dijk made a wrong pass and Martinelli scored 20 minutes later and the other Gabriel scored second it was disappointing to see her team lose at home it was more disappointing for her because it was his fault he wasn’t okay, he was bothered by something it was obvious because this isn’t how he plays, he picked a  small fight with Martinelli, ‘he looked hot when angry’ she thought but she pushed that thought away as fast as it came.

Half-time whistle echoed in the air and swiftly merged with the riot of the mass.

2-1 for the gunners.

He perked his head up, not sure what caught his attention.

She was already looking.

Their eyes caught each other 

He slowed his pace down so as to gain more time to look at her eyes, large and luminous somehow full the comfort and courage. she smiled at him a sweet sweet smile a hopeful one a ‘Don’t worry you got’ this smile. 

He felt foolish as his heart started hammering against his chest, hers already stopped.

Time seemed to tick beyond count and ages blurred into each other. The entire cosmos collapsed and were reborn. Stars died and scattered into the void. Nothing else held any significance but his eyes, but her eyes, but then it was broken, Time resumed and life carried on. someone pushed him and called him inside and he hated him because he has not had enough of her.

He quickly memorized her place so he would look at her once they were back on the field again. 

While he disappeared into the changing room she was left there she looked around to see if anyone other than her has noticed but no one seemed to have paid attention to that small moment, she just had a moment with him it can’t be or can it. she was all confused head over the clouds she was in sock it was hard to comprehend such a thing she was more shocked of her self because she smiled at him he must’ve thought that she looked stupid but god oh god if she just knew what his thoughts were how with just one look she made him relook into his entire life. 

Back on the pitch again he turned his head to where she was sitting she greeted him with a big smile and a thumbs up he smiled back an innocent boy smile a smile coming from the roots of his heart. Was he stupidly blushing? Yes, yes he was.

The game started and he was so energetic running down the pitch in his mind he was trying to show off he tried his best and pushed himself to be at his finest and that was so apparent because now they were closer to equalizing.

Salah missed a penalty and it pissed him off but when he looked at her she was still happy still cheering and clapping. It made him cool down.

 From time to time he would look at her because it gave him courage and made him more willing to score 

A few moments later he made an amazing assist to Bobby she was jumping from her seat screaming at top of her lungs and it made his heart warm.

She was proud of him.

He was on fire now shooting here and there his passion was unmatched. 

The final whistle came, and what a match it was. Liverpool deserved the win but a draw 

is better than a loss.

On his way out he couldn’t take his eyes off her nor could she. He wished he could swim through the crowd and hug her, hold her in his embrace, and share this special moment with her in his mind he wondered if his shirt is the one that she was wearing. 

It was and will be a memorable night for both of them. A first meeting, a silent but also loud one a meeting of eyes that said more than it was allowed. 

He winked at her to insist to her that she was who has his attention and she smiled and waved he waved back but quickly so as not to make a scene.

For one last time, he took a long glimpse at her looking deeply at her dazzling brown eyes to memorize them because he knew that he may never see her again so he mentally took a picture of her to look at it and revise it on his dreams. 

He was glad that out of the whole crowd, it was her eyes that he caught out of all the players that are the team it was him that she looked at. It might be faith but it may also be just a coincidental moment for both of them but for him, that didn’t quite matter because from now on she’s his lucky charm 

Y’all I'm so embarrassed by what I just wrote I’ve always wanted to do such a thing but never had the courage also this is my first try probably most likely my last one, I don’t know how many people will see this but if you do just click the heart leave your mark “I was here” it will make me smile I also love you so yeah…there is that. Bye <3

PS: also this sound good as a start of a series so.....👀

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[sugary-bluebell]

helloo how would the brothers / side characters [ you can choose ] react to mc being like mikasa from aot ? gn ! thank you 😼

Having a mikasa like s/o

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°•A/n: so i've only seen the first 6 eps from season 1 and even that was a long ass time ago so I'm going on what I read about her personality, hope that's okay but if you want me to rewrite it it's okay, just ask and add more details about her or any character you want done, hope you enjoy :)

◇Warning◇: nothing

°•Characters: Lucifer, Barbatos, Diavolo and Solomon

°•Reader: gn

°•Lucifer:

Honestly thought you were a doormat from how quiet you are

Rubbing his temple thinking he has to keep you from getting eaten since ofc mammon can't be responsible 😒

Tried to make you remove that red scarf off your uniform but you surprisingly refused and stood your ground

Was walking to the student council when he heard a commotion, let out a tired sigh and went to resolve whatever was happening

Heard some demon yelling your name and immediately thought of the worst- made his was through the crowd of students, ready to save you or what's remaining of you

But was pleasantly surprised to see you winning a fight against a demon, pathetic thing looked like they were about to pass out while you're not braking a sweat

Is indifferent about your calm and stoic personality, on one hand, finally, on the other hand, he wants to see you brake

When you two got closer and he saw you genuinely smile? Omd his heart was doing flips, butterflies were fluttering and he had to cover his face with his hand so no one can see that blush everyone saw tho

°•Barbatos:

He knows you can handle yourself just fine but he gets a kick out of seeing everyone's look of shock and disbelief

He kinda reminds you of levi, and no, not levi the demon, levi with the cleaning obsession

Tell him about what's going on in your world and he's debating on letting you go back

Ya'll have tea dates :D talking about anything but make sure to ask him about the tea blend your having, he gets so excited, even tho it isn't obvious to most ppl/demons

He spars with you when he got free time, gotta let out that built up frustration and you're the perfect person to spar with, dw he won't go too far, you getting hurt by him is something he never wants to happen

Likes how stoic and level headed you are, you're the voice of reason when he and Lucifer aren't there

Loves the small smile you have when you're having your weekly tea date with him <3

°•Diavolo:

Excited golden retriever

Very interested on how you kept calm when you were kidnapped transported to the devildom, standing in front of the most powerful ones around

Loved how although you're quite, you won't let anyone step all over you

When you get close and he learns about your childhood and how things are currently, omd he just wants to hug you and keep you here, where it's safe 🥺

Heard how you beat up a demon thrice your size without a problem and he had stars in his eyes

He is touch starved asf so pls hug him every now and then-

Almost refused to send you beck home but knew that if he did, it would cause a commotion and unnecessary problems, so he did send you back with a havy heart and an enchanted necklace that'll keep you safe :)

°•Solomon:

Heard from Asmo how you weren't shaking in your boots when you got to the devildom and was intrigued

When you passed by him in RADs hallway, he wanted to tug your scarf to get your attention

But before he could he was face-to-face with the floor with your foot pushing his back down further

After that and how he had to convince you to get off of him, he introduced himself but kept more distance this time

He loves seeing other demons shake when you pass by, it makes him so so happy :)

When ya'll get close he uses you to scare demons even more by saying he'll call you over rn if they don't move out of his way

But also watches out for you, when you need assistance with something, he's right there to help his fellow human 😌

Probably inchanted your gear so when you go back, you have more protection and your stronger then you used to be

Loves how your eyes sparkle when he teaches you a new spell

#obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me x gn!reader #obey me x male reader #obey me headcanons #obey me shall we date #obey me x m!reader #obey me x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me solomon #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo #mikasa aot #mikasa ackerman #male reader #x gn reader #gn!reader #m!reader

[mitchtheficus]

A Golden Lovers Timeline

PART 22: REACHING OUT

the lovers return to japan, have an 8-man tag against Suzuki Gun [LINK - April 29, 2018], Kenny returns to his DDT-era angelic babyface blond hair, and then it’s May and time for Dontaku

the first night (May 3, 2018) Kota faces Cody again in a singles match [LINK]

I feel like every time Cody has a match with the lovers there’s the obligatory “and Cody continues to be a Weirdo about this” part and uh it’s that time again!

[ID: Cody is kind of spooning Kota against the ropes and he leans over and kisses him on the cheek before letting him go. Kota seems disgusted. End ID]

In case you were wondering, yes he is still being Like That

[ID: gif of Cody looking down at Kota and announcing delightedly “oh he can’t satisfy.” End ID]

(Cody says the lovers do definitely fuck but like badly lol)

Throughout the match there’s a desperation in the way Kota fights, and that risk-taking ultimately leads to Cody’s victory

In the post-match we find out where that desperation was coming from: he wasn’t just trying to beat Cody for himself. Kota was hoping to put an end to the bullet club feud, and he failed

[ID: two pictures of a sad, sweaty, and defeated Kota saying: “This won't do anything to end the bullet club’s feud. Since i couldn't win this, i don't have a say in it.” End ID. LINK]

Kenny faces Hangman in singles competition for the first time that same night. [LINK]

the match is great. Kenny gets a cut on the top of his head, and as the match goes on, the blood seeps down and turns more and more of his hair red

[ID: gif of Kenny with blood seeped into the blond hair on the top of his head, he’s making a fight-y face, in the background women are laughing and clapping and looking at hangman who is on the ground. End ID]

(it’s kind of a Look tbh)

Kenny wins. Hangman hasn’t reached his full potential yet, but it’s coming (just not in this story).

Kenny is so sweet with the Japanese crowd now that he’s a face, apologizing for being too groggy to speak Japanese well after his victory, asking their permission to speak a little English, and promising he’ll do it all in Japanese next time [LINK]

The next night of Dontaku (LINK - May 4th) the lovers have another multi-man tag match, this time against Cody’s faction of the BC (which NJPW has deemed includes the bucks, tho they seem uncomfortable with this booking decision)

both of them, but especially Matt, are visibly distressed at the sight of Kota being hurt

[ID: gif of the bucks while cody and hangman attack Kota. Nick is talking to Hangman and he puts his arms out like “what the hell are you doing?”, Matt is leaning away from where Kota is being attacked, like he wants to get away from it, looking distressed and uncomfortable. End ID]

And when Page angrily tags in Matt while Kota is in the ring, Matt can’t even bring himself to try to hurt him

[ID: Matt looks down at Kota with pursed lips and tries to hype himself up into being able to fight him, then he gives up and backs into the ring corner, extending his hand for a teammate to tag him out, shaking his head. End ID]

They get into the ring later to try to talk to Kenny, and Kota is like “um can we do the fight thing that we’re here to do? This is a wrestling match?” and Nick is like “wth kota we’re basically brothers now!”

[ID: two gifs of the bucks and the lovers standing in the ring. based on body language, Kota seems to be suggesting to Kenny that they just fight the bucks and get on with the match, but Kenny seems reluctant. Nick opens his arms and looks at Kota like “what the hell, man?” and backs up a step when Kota gets close. End ID]

The bullet club guys are SO CUTELY SUPPORTIVE OF KOTA 

[ID: gif of Kota kicking Cody so hard he falls down. Tanga Loa and Tama Tonga clap and cheer Kota on in the background. End ID]

that’s their guy!! i swear they like Kota more than Kenny

throughout the match there’s respect and camaraderie between the bucks and the OG BC guys and after the match, with Kenny and Cody out of the picture (off fighting each other somewhere), the rest of BC is able to reconcile

[ID: picture of kota watching from outside the ring as the BC guys all do a two sweet in the ring. End ID]

And now it’s time for my boy Kazuchika Okada to re-enter this story.

[ID: gif of Okada’s entrance. he’s wearing a huge colorful sparkly coat, a big sparkly necklace, the giant heavyweight belt around his waist. Okada bucks fall from the ceiling above him. His arms are out stretched as he looks up and then forward with a determined, confidant look. End ID]

The last time we saw Okada was nearly a year ago at Dominion 2017, where he and Kenny fought to a draw. He has held the IWGP Heavyweight title ever since that night. At Dontaku 2018, he wins his 12th consecutive title defense, breaking Tanahashi’s record for most successful IWGP Heavyweight title defenses in NJPW history

After his victory he lists off the opponents he’s faced and beaten one by one, and then he looks at the crowd

[ID: Okada, looking a little sweaty and tired after his match, looks up and out at the crowd and asks: “There is one draw, isn’t there?” End ID. LINK]

The one flaw in his perfect record. And he hasn’t forgotten that Kenny beat him during the G1, earning him a title shot that he hasn’t yet asked for.

[ID: Okada stands in the middle of the ring with his sparkly golden pants and his title around his waist and he yells into the mic: “KENNY OMEGA!” and turns to look at the entrance ramp. End ID]

And the crowd goes nuts

[ID: Kenny, blond and shirtless, walks down the entrance ramp, putting his arms out to touch the reaching hands of the fans. He keeps looking at where Okada is, his expression is wary and ready, but not excited. End ID]

Okada tells him that this time, there will be no draw, because this time there will be no time limit. Kenny asks for a 2 out of 3 falls match (a stipulation we almost never see in NJPW). Finally they will put to rest who is better.

Okada looks excited

[ID: gif of Okada looking at Kenny with a small, anticipatory smile. He says: “No time limit... two out of three falls...” End ID]

(Gedo not so much)

Kenny is kind of surprised by this turn of events.

[ID: picture of Kenny in the post-match. He’s smiling and saying: “Honestly, I’m surprised he chose me as his next challenger. Because I haven’t gone after titles in a while, and I’m with Ibushi now.” End ID. LINK]

For so long Kenny was focused on getting that title, defeating Okada, reaching new heights... but ever since reuniting with Kota, his inner life has been restructured. it’s not that he’s no longer ambitious, it’s that ambitious is no longer the only thing he is allowing himself to be.

so much of his past motivation to get titles was wrapped up in the way he was perpetually chasing Kota

“Ibushi has been there since the beginning of my career in Japan and we very quickly established a friendship with one another,” explained Omega. “For 10 years he was a friend, a rival, a partner, and yet always a distant figure I was struggling to catch.”

- SI article from March 23rd

but now, Kenny has found a bone-deep certainty and restfulness in their relationship. he’s kind of accepted that he’ll always have to struggle to keep up with Kota, that Kota may in fact always be better than him, but that doesn’t frighten him anymore.

“It’s a challenge to match his athleticism and to sync with his speed,” said Omega. “But much like a world class couple in ballroom dancing or figure skating, we almost have an empathic read on our bodies and can move in harmony. I may have already peaked as a singles wrestler, but Ibushi is more than capable of taking over as the ‘Best Bout Machine’. I’d possibly even say he’s the only one in the world capable. This time, I don’t mind taking a back seat.”

- SI article from March 23rd

he’ll repeatedly, casually tell us that regardless of actual wins and losses, Kota is better than him as a wrestler. but now that he isn’t carrying the fear of being abandoned due to his own inadequacies, now that he’s full of the certainty that he is loved for who he is as a person instead of only as a wrestler, he’s comfortable with that reality

truly he’s been enjoying just being with Kota so much that it hasn’t really occurred to him to start pursuing singles titles again. and you kind of get the sense that he doesn’t actually want to do it right now. like if he’d gotten a choice, this rematch with Okada wouldn’t be happening yet.

[ID: picture of Kenny in the post-match, he’s looking a little wishful and saying “But I can’t do anything about it, he chose me.” End ID]

the lovers take the rest of May off to rest and prepare for Dominion.

So after the disaster that was Supercard of Honor, after Kenny telling them that there “is no elite” the bucks tell everyone that they’re shutting down Being the Elite for real. Not kayfabe, for real (bc they’re wrestlers!! And they love to lie!!!) 

And then May 6th they start it up again. And we see, over the course of several weeks, the bucks’ tentative reaching out to Kenny

the bucks have sent Kenny a package

[ID: Picture from BTE of the package. It has “URGENT! URGENT!” hand written on it and one of the bucks’ merch stickers. End ID. LINK]

[ID: picture from BTE of Matt looking down at the floor a little sadly. Nick says: “thing he opened it yet?” Matt says: “I think if he would’ve opened what we sent, I think he would’ve called us by now.” End ID. LINK]

Kenny starts carrying the package everywhere he goes, caught between his desire to open it and reunite with the bucks, and the desire to hang on to his anger

Kota is firmly on Team Open The Damn Package Already and gives him a little talk about the importance and power of forgiveness

[ID: four gifs of Kenny and Kota in Kota’s personal practice gym Kota says: “Kenny, after everything we went through, I forgave you and you forgave me, right?” Kenny says “Well yeah, that’s true.” And Kota gestures emphatically at the box and goes “So...” Kenny picks it up and looks at it. End ID. LINK]

A few days later (may 21st) Matt texts Kenny asking about the box [LINK] Kenny types out an apology for the delay, telling Matt he’ll open it and call him when he gets home, ending it with “I miss you guys…”

But he doesn’t send it. Matt even sees him typing :((((

[ID: picture of Matt’s phone with the message app open. Matt’s text reads “Hey have you opened the box I sent? It related to what we talked about in room 710. Please call me when you do.” and there are the three dots indicating that Kenny is typing. End ID. LINK]

He texts back later and tells Matt that he’ll contact him “after Dominion”

[ID: picture of Nick and Matt in the car. The angle is off because they “don’t know they’re filming.” Nick says: “After dominion huh? So he doesn’t want us ringside obviously? I mean to be fair the last time we went to the ring…” End ID. LINK]

It’ll be the first Okada match that the bucks won’t be at ringside for

[ID: four gifs from Kenny’s first Okada match at WK11. in the first the bucks hug Kenny before his entrance, telling him good luck and that he’ll kill it and that they love him. In the second Kenny has just done his golden triangle moonsault over the guardrail and Matt grabs him and presses their foreheads together asking if Kenny is okay, telling him he’s crazy and that he can win. Nick is there too telling Kenny he loves him. In the third Kenny has lost and is down on all fours outside the ring. the bucks are beside him looking grim and pressing ice to his back. In the last Kenny walks down a hallway and says: “bucks, you with me?” Nick answers: “yep.” Kenny: “oh thank god.” Nick: “Always with you.” End ID.]

[ID: three gifs from the second Okada match at Dominion 2017. in the first the bucks flank Kenny on either side during his entrance. in the second, the bucks stop Kenny and the rest of the BC from interfering in the match while Cody and Tama yell “LOOK AT HIM!” and Nick yells back “HES GOT THIS!” In the last, the bucks help Kenny walk out after his loss. End ID]

[ID: one gif from the third Okada match during the G1. Nick has Kenny in his lap and he yells and fist pumps the air, celebrating Kenny’s victory before reaching down to hold Kenny to him. End ID]

But you can tell that Kenny’s anger and hurt feelings are melting in the face of the bucks’ gentle, earnest persistence, helped along by Kota’s prodding. Kenny sends a vlog for the BTE show, his first in a while. it’s a little promo for Okada

the bucks continue dutifully plugging and promoting Kenny’s dominion match along with their own (their first shot at heavyweight tag team titles) and they say they’ll be there for him in the back, offering their support if he wants it

[ID: two pictures of the bucks in a car. Matt says: “Kenny and Okada Part Four. We were there for all three.” Nick says: “Yeah, it’s hard for us because we’ll probably not be there ringside.” Matt says: “But here’s the thing, we offer our support to Kenny, and we’ll be in the back. And he can have our support, you know, if he wants it.” Nick: “Yeah.” Matt: “But we’ll be watching.” LINK]

And at the end of the last BTE ep before dominion we see Kenny reflecting on the Elite’s time together, their love for each other, their importance to him. And finally, he opens the package.

[ID: picture of Kenny opening the package. The viewer can’t see what’s inside. End ID. LINK]

[ALL PARTS] [PART 23]

#goldenloverstimeline #golden lovers #kenny omega #kota ibushi #the young bucks #matt jackson #nick jackson #cody rhodes #the way as soon as matt has forgiven kenny he literally CANNOT BRING HIMSELF to hurt kota and can barely stand to see others do it :(((( #the GL stuff in this made me soft :((((( the way Kenny becomes so Certain in his love for Kota and Kota's love for him #mestuff #myGLgifs #myomegagifs #mykotagifs #myyoungbucksgifs #mycodygifs

[codenamesazanka]

I think the funniest part about shojis "debate" and win against spinner is the whole time he doesn't notice that Spinner is drooling and slurring his speech and can barely talk back. And then present mic tells spinner that shoji winning the debate like its such a huge accomplishment. Against a guy that can barely talk.

To be entirely fair, Shoji is also speaking to the rest of the crowd. I think he’s more yelling things and hoping it will stick, rather than actually trying to talk to Spinner, much less debate with him.

Tracks tho with Heroes just… missing very obvious signs of Things Being Wrong. Or even thinking to use them to their advantage in any way.

Present Mic does sound a bit mocking tho, yeah.

(the paneling and art really ups the creep factor coming from his part too. Spinner being alone in the dark with a radio DJ…)

Shoji spoke; Spinner spoke; Shoji’s the one who got through to them; especially ironic considering he must have heard everyone call Spinner ‘Spokesman/Representative’.

#nalslastworkingbraincell #thanks for the ask!

[elitehoe]

Full Gear Predictions

BUY IN

Best Friends vs The Factory. How many times I gotta say I'm not rooting for that man QT. Besties for the win.

Eddie Kingston vs Jun Akiyama. I'm here for a damn good time ok. Either winner will please me

Ricky Starks vs Brian Cage. Ricky Starks next question.

MAIN SHOW

Chris Jericho vs Bryan Danielson vs Claudio Castagnoli vs Sammy Guevara. First off it's diabolical I keep having to see Bryan wrestle Jericho and Sammy on aew television. With that being said if Bryan loses another ppv match I'm going to move into a cave and never talk to anyone again.

Wardlow vs Samoa Joe vs Powerhouse Hobbs. Bitch big beefy men slapping meat that's what I want and that's what I will be seeing. Fuck the result, I'm here for the tiddies.

Jeff Jarrett and Jay Lethal vs Sting and Darby Allin. It's really nice of TK to give me a 20 minute intermission like I know I'm going to be an anxious mess waiting for the Elite or completely ruined from the Elite match so this is just so sweet of TK to give me an intermission!!!!

Jade Cargill vs Nyla Rose. I've predicted this to be one of my favorites. I want to see murder mommy Jade go absolutely feral, but I want Nyla to come out with the win. My original pick to dethrone Jade was Kris Stat, but as there has been no news on her recovery, I'll take Nyla for the win. Nyla and Stat can run it back at I don't know, Revolution this time for the TBS title.

Elite vs Death Triangle. Welcome home my loves!!! I want to see pure disastrous fashion, I want you to be loud, flashy, annoying and obnoxious upon your return. I hope you lose tho, love you ❤️❤️ !!!

Toni Storm vs Jamie Hayter. Jamie deserves this win and her first feud should be Britt to finally solidify herself against Britt and Rebel. If Toni retains its for the simple fact that they want to pick up with Toni vs Thunder once she returns, which is fine, but Jamie really does deserve this win.

Jungle Boy vs Luchasaurus. Here for the violence, here for all of the violence. I want to see them go at it, I want to feel like I'm watching jurassic park.

Britt Baker vs Saraya. I know Britt will take care of Saraya, which does calm my nerves a little, but I am wishing Saraya all the best vibes and luck during this match. I'm rooting for a good healthy safe match for both women!

The Acclaimed vs Swerve In Our Glory. Swerve goes feral and ends up costing Keith the match, which can hopefully give me the Swerve vs Keith feud I've been craving. Billy's hands magical heal so he can scissor his boys and the crowd can sing my favorite song.

Jon Moxley vs MJF. Max is winning and it is a well deserved win, I always pictured Max as champ after Hangman's reign. There was lots of obstacles to this, but Max will finally be champ and thats all that matters. Mox has been on another level this year and I'm giving him all his flowers, but as much as I love champ Mox he doesn't need this win. He also deserves a long vacation with his girls!

#if you haven't already noticed I'm doing great today #no really I'm stellar I'm totally not dying on the inside #I'm going to be so burnt out on sunday from all my feelings #soph are you okay?? no i'm clearly unwell the fuck #aew full gear #aew #aew lb #soph predicts

[asteriismos]

flashing lights — bill denbrough

pairing: bill denbrough x fem! reader

warning(s): smut, eighteen! bill denbrough, is it choking if he doesn’t squeeze?, fingering, piv sex, cursing, ig kinda degrading idk tho judge for yourself, unedited

summary: bill, the star baseball player of derry, and you, from another high school, meet in the locker room and get to know each other. 

words: 3.1k

note: don’t say i never gave you anything i am a woman of my word

sitting here in the bleachers adjacent to the baseball field, with the setting sun in your gaze and the feeling of newly spring wind on your skin, you had high hopes that your schools baseball team would win. out of all the schools in lieu with your own, bangor high school, derry’s team was the most anticipated of in the season. where most high schools in the nation favored the fall sport of football, the central part of maine where you lived actually liked baseball more, so when the first sprouts of spring showed, everyone was excited for the next season. 

you were a senior, almost finished with school and personally tasked yourself and your group of friends with trying to go to every single baseball game that you all could make it to - whether they were at home or away. 

“look, he’s up to bat,” your friend marcella said, catching your attention by lightly tapping your shoulder and motioning to the field. there you saw your close friend owen, who was the star player of your school’s team and one of your friends since you were a little kid. he was the person who introduced you to the group that you were here with now, here specifically to cheer him on. 

you saw him walk to home plate, bat in hand and getting into position to swing. your eyes took you across from him to the pitcher of the other team, who you didn’t know but could see the name displayed on the back of his shirt. denbrough. you raised your eyebrow at the last name, it didn’t ring a bell. 

the crowd started to cheer for your friend, waiting for denbrough to throw the first pitch. everything became silent, and the ball was thrown with stellar accuracy. whoever this denbrough boy was, he was seemingly a really good pitcher. when the second ball was thrown and owen missed yet again, your hand ran through your hair nervously. you could hear people whispering all around you, wondering if he was going to strike out. 

just as if someone of the heavens was listening to the anxious worries of your fellow classmates, denbrough went to throw the ball and owen swung and the ball went flying, going straight for the outfield as owen ran with all his might to first base. you cheered with your friends, yelling words of encouragement and praise towards your team. 

the game, from that point, was in your high schools favor. it was seemingly decided almost halfway through that bangor high school had it in the bag, which did nothing for any person in your crowds ego. just as the last inning was finished, your school came out victorious. 

“hopefully this means that we’re going to the championships this year,” you heard people say. “and maybe we can host it at our school so we don’t have to drive all the way out here again.” 

you were anxious to see your friend, running down the stairs of the bleachers and shouting his name, but owen didn’t hear you. sighing, you turned to your group to say, “should we get back home?” the team would have to come back by bus anyways, which sucked, because you wanted to congratulate your friend on such a good win. 

“yeah, probably before it gets too late, you know how bad those backroads are,” jake stated. “do you want to catch a ride with me? im sure marcella can take your car back.” 

half of you wanted to go with them and just see owen later, but to you, it felt like poor taste to make him wait that long. plus, maybe you could catch him before he left. you shook your head, “no, i’ll stay. i want to see the team. go without me, I'll see you tomorrow.” 

jake laughed. “okay, just don’t get lost.” he wiggled his eyebrows in a teasing manner and walked away, taking your friends with him and leaving you alone in the front of derry high school. 

you had been here once before, just for a short while and after a baseball game like right now. but that was all the way back during freshman year when you were trying to find the bathroom, you really had no idea where the locker rooms were. 

opening the large door, you started along the main hallway, looking at the posters that aligned the wall that reminded you of your own school. derry was really similar in layout, so perhaps it wouldn’t be that hard. turning the corner, you saw a sign that pointed to the gym and the locker rooms. in no time you were there, but there was no one coming out of the doors. had they already left and you missed them? it was silent. 

you put your ear to the door and listened, hearing some rustling. you knocked, but there was no answer, making you raise your eyebrow. and you don’t exactly know what prompted you to open the wooden door and make your way inside, but you did, and along the array of closed lockers, your eyes took you to the one person who was in there. 

it was the denbrough pitcher. 

you got a good look of him now, with his honeyed locks that fell messy on his forehead, standing taller than you. his back was slightly turned to you and through his jersey you could see his toned back muscles, making you lose yourself for a moment and send you almost stumbling over your feet. you knew that he was attractive from the moment you set your eyes on him but you didn’t know that he was this attractive. 

he turned around now and immediately those dazzling cerulean blue eyes landed on you, making your face heat up in realizing that this was not the visitors locker room like you had intended on trying to find. 

“sorry,” you fumbled out after a moment of shameless staring. “I was looking for my friend.” denbrough tilted his head to the side and you watched him take out a bag and push his locker door closed. instead of walking out like you should’ve, you just stood there watching him. it was in poor taste, since the longer you looked at him, you could see clearly that he was angry. 

a tiny grin came to his face. “it’s fine, no one’s in here except me anyways.” a silent moment passed and then a quizzical look came to his face, eyes falling back on you. “wait . . . weren’t you cheering on the other team?” he had noticed you, just as you were now noticing him. the room seemed a lot smaller than it had earlier and you ignored the fluttering feeling in your stomach the longer he stared at you. you didn’t even know his name. 

“yeah, it was a good game,” you shrugged your shoulders. 

“we should’ve won that game.” 

a cocky grin splayed on your features. “well, im sure you’ll get another shot next time.” you would have to play them again to secure a spot in the championships, it was still rather early in the season anyways. 

“will you be at the next game?” denbrough asked, he walked closer to you now, and there was a look in his eyes that was not easy to mistake. he was looking at you like you were a full course meal and he was the hungriest man on earth. and you liked the way that he looked at you, this gorgeous boy that you had barely met, and you wanted him to keep looking at you like that. well, you would rather him be doing other things. “maybe we could go do something together afterwards.” now you were certain of his likeness for you. 

you gave him a smirk. “well, i don’t know about that, i wouldn’t want to get involved with the opposing team.” when he noticed you were directly giving back the same energy he was giving, his feet stopped so he was just inches away from you. it took everything in you to keep yourself from grabbing him by those large muscles and - 

in a moment of weakness or just pure idiocy, you did exactly as you thought, lunging yourself forward, hands reaching for his face and pulling him into a searing kiss. when he reciprocated your movements, you had to stop another smirk from rising to your face, pushing it down and focusing on your hands that made it’s way to his soft hair. 

your kiss was unexpected by denbrough, though seemingly not unwelcome since his hands found their place exploring your sides, not being exactly gentle with his touches which you didn’t mind. this was so unlike you, doing something like this with someone you didn’t know. and to be honest, it was unlike him, too. 

but both of you were giving each other the ‘fuck me’ eyes and well, you only live once, right? 

as the kiss became more sloppy and he broke it to press kisses to your jawline and trailing down your neck, you breathed out and closed your eyes. “I don’t even know your name.” you sighed into his touches though, not really caring what his name was but knowing that it would probably be useful sometime soon. 

denbrough came back up to meet your gaze. “it’s bill,” he gave you a grin. “pleasure to meet you.” there was a sense of teasing in his tone, which you would’ve laughed at if his hands weren't reaching for where your shirt met your pants. 

“y/n,” you said weakly, already feeling your legs start to give out by the way that he was looking at you. you reached out to bill, wanting to feel his body pressed against yours again. he chuckled at your eagerness, giving you what you wanted by slowly pushing you against the lockers behind you. you felt the cool metal through your shirt and instantly realized how hot it was getting in this locker room, your skin was already on fire. 

bill reattached his lips to your skin and you spent the time trying to undo the belt that was around his pants that nicely accentuated everything that you wanted from him. thank god for baseball pants. 

tentatively, you pressed your hips against his and you heard a groan leave his throat, his lips stalling for a moment and then going back to his earlier movements. you were well aware of how excited he was, taking a moment to note that you could feel that he was absolutely fucking enormous. 

of course he was. 

as if he had enough of this teasing, his hand reached down and went straight under the band of your pants, being met with the wetness that was gathering in your panties. you bucked your hips forward into his hand and he smirked at how compliant you seemed to be with him. his other hand was gripping your side, keeping you close to him while the other pushed your panties to the side and the pad of his pointer finger came into contact with your slit. 

you moaned out and bill covered your mouth with his own, not kissing you but keeping it there. “so tell me,” he said, breath hot against you, finger tracing a line from your slick folds to your clit, making you almost keel over if it hadn’t been for his hand keeping you up and body pressing you farther into the locker. “this friend of yours, he was on your team wasn’t he?” 

you nodded, not trusting your voice. but he didn’t seem to like that, his hand stalling and not moving no matter how much you tried to gain friction. 

“answer me with words,” the hand on your side coming up to the bottom of your throat so you were forced to look at him in the face, those blue eyes on him seemingly had become darker. 

you took in a sharp breath. “yes,” you answered. his movements started again, but this time he took one finger and pushed it inside you till he was knuckle deep in, a large moan falling off of your tongue, eyes rolling to the back of your skull. 

“and how do you think he would feel seeing you like this for me? the star player of the other team?” bill’s tone was condescending and you wondered if he was normally like this, or he was just angry about the outcome of the game. his finger sped up, soon being joined with another one that slipped in with ease. you were so wet for him already. “but you wouldn’t care, would you?” 

it was seemingly rhetorical, because he didn’t wait for you to answer and instead attached his lips to your throat, teeth grazing a point that had you gasping, hand coming and tugging on those locks of his, the other falling to his neck. 

“bill,” you muttered. “please just-” you were cut off by a moan, gripping him close as his thumb came into contact with your clit and rubbed tight circles against it. 

he looked up at you from the mess he was creating on your neck. “please what?” 

“just fuck me.” 

you were really in no position to be making such requests since bill seemed to be in control (which really, you didn’t mind if it meant that he was making you feel good in the process), but at this point you were too strung out to care what he thought of the rather forward request. you knew that you needed him and you needed him now. 

bill pulled away from you and you took in his now ragged features, noticing the tint of red in his cheeks and the freckles that dotted them, and the goldenness that he seems to radiate. in some ways you hoped that this wouldn’t be your only encounter with the denbrough boy, but that was something to worry about later, since his hands were undoing the rest of his belt and you knew that was your cue to do the same with your own pants. 

soon enough you were back in the same position, one of his hands next to your head on the locker behind you as he moved to position his cock at your entrance, eyes meeting with yours as he pushed in to look at your reaction. and it was everything that he hoped to see, your mouth opening into an ‘o’ shape, lips parted and eyes never leaving his own. 

once he bottomed out, he already started a fast rhythm, giving you little to no time to adjust. but you were so needy you didn’t care, not one bit because he was making you feel so good that you wished for this moment to last forever. and you were already so wet and willing, bill couldn’t wait a second longer. 

your hands gripped onto his forearms, steadying yourself, but it was hard to keep your legs from giving out. bill must've noticed your struggle and leaned down, grabbing you by the back of your thighs and hoisting you up in his arms, using the leverage of the locker to fuck into you. 

the change in position made you quiver in his arms like putty, arms wrapping around his neck and caging him close to you. incoherent words fell from your mouth that wouldn’t close no matter how hard you tried, while his pace became fast, rough, and unrelenting. you didn’t know bill well but you could tell that he was adamant about making you feel good, which fueled the fire inside of you even more. 

if he was tired from playing the game, he didn’t even show it. bill fucked into you with such a frenzy that it was almost animalistic, which made you wonder how much energy this boy possibly had. what you didn’t know was it was your moans what were spurring him on, your moans that kept him going. bill had already been to point of exhaustion from the game but you were able to give him a second wind and he was not fucking up this one like he had fucked up in the game. his determination both of the field and in this moment caught up with him and well, he was bringing all of his emotion out. 

and you loved it so much that you couldn’t think straight. all you could do was try and keep yourself still, words stringing together into barely put together sentences of oh fuck yes and that feels so good. 

it was a moment of pure bliss that you didn’t even feel yourself start to clench around him, noticing it finally when you felt every inch of him scrape against your willing walls, bringing you closer to that cliff into a sea of pleasure that only he could give you. what finally made you break was the groans that he was making, which were hot and heavy and like heaven to your ears that you knew you would be playing on repeat before you went to sleep tonight. 

and then his hand slipped between your legs, pressing up against your swollen clit and that was it. you were sent into a state of pure, fucked out bliss as you came around him, your moans everything but silent. luckily there seemed to be no one around to hear, and if they did they didn’t bother with stopping it.

a few thrusts afterwards and with an insistent command from you to cum inside you because you were on the pill, bill came undone and it was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen in his life. as if this boy couldn’t get more perfect, haven been basically sent to you on a gift from god himself. he pulled out and you could feel the evidence slightly dripping out of you and onto your thighs. 

there was a moment of cleaning up, where he actually grabbed a towel from his locker and helped you wipe away everything and eventually sit down onto the bench between the sides of lockers. where you thought would be awkwardness, there wasn’t, a few words passed between the two of you and then you told him that you should go, you had to drive home. 

surprisingly, he asked if you needed help and then you remembered you barely knew him and shook your head. it was late anyways, he probably had things to do. 

and when you got control of your limbs again (which bill cheekily smirked at), you walked out of the high school, him trailing behind you. you gave him one last look before parting ways, and in the heat of the moment, you told him your number and to call him if he ever wanted to get together again. 

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Take My Breath Away | [H.P.]

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Pairing: Harry Potter x Ravenclaw!Reader

Requested?: No

Summary: Harry Potter fancies you, and you happen to do, too. Just when you lose hope, he decides to step up his game (kinda).

Words: 1,580

Song: Take My Breath Away by Berlin (loosely based)

Category: FLUFF!!! Idk either but it’s just short tho skdnjwkakska

Warnings: none

Disclaimer: GIF NOT MINE! I do not own any of the characters in this story.

A/N: okay, maybe there is one warning. This is my first fanfic ever. It’s short so I could experiment first and see if I can handle it! This hasn’t been proofread, so expect errors. I also wrote this around 3AM, so I may or may not have jetlagged 👁👄👁 reblogs, comments, and suggestions are very much appreciated :)) ok here goes

The Boy Who Lived had his eyes on you ever since your eyes met during that one particular Quidditch match against Slytherin. It was a rainy day for Quidditch, and windy too. You never had that much interaction with the well-known Harry Potter since Ravenclaw and Gryffindor didn’t have that much classes together, but you knew in an instant he needed help, and that you weren’t gonna let Slytherin win. Hermione already made his glasses repel water, but the problem now was that the Golden Snitch would still be hard to find in this weather. It was like in second year when Gryffindor and Slytherin fought in a weather just as bad, but Merlin, this one was worse! Two umbrellas were already flying, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think they were just beautified Bludgers.

He had been so bewildered, his brows furrowed in concentration. He was at level with you, only he was quite far away; but close enough to meet your eyes. Both of you just stared at each other for a second or two, both of you wet in the pouring rain when a slight swoosh from the corner of your eyes let you know that you had something that will solve his problems. He had not spotted the Snitch yet, but neither did Slytherin’s seeker. Now was the chance. Adrenaline coursing through your whole body and shivering from the concerning weather, you met his eyes firmly and subtly told him with your gaze, “Snitch. Down. There.”

It took him awhile to realize, but he did. You thought he’d move the opposite way to mislead the other Seeker, but there was no time, and he knew that too. So Gryffindor’s Seeker angled his broom downwards, plummeting further down as the rival team’s Seeker followed close behind him but Harry had already clasped it with his hands. Cheers had erupted from the crowd, all three houses jumping up and down from their seats; Slytherin didn’t seem as amused. As you cheered yourself, you met his eyes again, and you both gave each other a subtle smile.

It’s been two years since then, and nothing has happened. Well, some things did happen, just not enough to seal the deal. At first it was butterflies, crushing, not knowing about each other’s feelings. The last variable made it hard—both of you hardly knew how to express each other’s feelings to the other! It was still butterflies and crushing, but maybe that’s the problem? Most of the people you knew were dating someone, be it same house or not.

As you walk to your next class, which you had with Gryffindor, you ponder about what good things you’d like to happen: for Harry to ask you out to Hogsmeade, like the couples around you did. It also would be nice if he at least for once tried to give you a pet name—

He walked in. God— you mean, Merlin, he walked in! You sat in your chair, simply waiting for your professor to walk in, shifting uncomfortably. Was he looking? He walked past you, and you were disappointed once more.

“Y/N?” He said my name. Cool. Cool, cool, cool. Yes, I’d like to go with you. No, no, too boring. I’d love to go. Too tacky and pitchy. What about I’ve been meaning to! Agh, no.

You turn to him. “Yes, Potter?”

“You dropped this,” he says as he holds up to you an hourglass in his hand. “Don’t worry, it didn’t crack. The poles protected it from falling.” Well, it didn’t protect me, did it, Potter?

Blinking rapidly, you practically snatch the hourglass from his hand, flustered. “Thank you,” you say briefly, turning away from him, hoping for your seat mate to throw you to Azkaban, anywhere but here.

Maybe you were being mean to him, but you couldn’t help but feel disappointed all the time, willing for something to happen.

And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t jealous when you walk in a deserted hall and spot a random couple being flustered for being caught exchanging a moment.

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“It’s just that I want that part. But all that’s happened is just exchanged smiles, talking, and we’re good friends—not that that’s not good enough—maybe it’s really not—but I tried stopping—Agh!” You scowl silently, not wanting Madam Pince to shush you. Hermione was grinning, and it took you a moment to realize you had just confessed your feelings indirectly. “Oh, Merlin. You’re telling him.” Yep, Hermione will tell him. Or not. You didn’t know her well enough, but you two were nice to each other nonetheless.

“‘Mione? You won’t tell him, will—”

“He likes you too, you git!”

“I’m a what?”

“I’m sorry, I just can’t hold this in.” She clears her throat, but still in a quiet matter as to not attract Madam Pince. “He fancies you, how could you not know? How could neither of you know about it?”

You were staring at her, dumbstruck. Harry Potter liked you back? “Oh, that’s ludicrous. And, honestly, I just don’t see it happening.”

Hermione glowered at you, and you got the sense she probably would’ve hit your head against Harry if he were present.

The next day, you and Hermione meet again in the library to continue your project. She never mentioned about what happened yesterday, and you were quite relieved. You stood up to return the books you took to grab a few more. However, when you came back from one of the shelves, she was nowhere to be found. It was getting late, after all. You return to the shelves and put back the new book you pulled out before packing up your bag.

As you clean up, you find a note tucked under one of your books. “Meet me at the greenhouse,” it said.

Nope, not at this hour. You turn to exit the library, but what if it was Harry? No, can’t be. But what if?

Curiosity got the best of you, and soon you were walking out of the castle and into the greenhouses. Hesitant, you stood there, waiting.

“Hello?” You inquire, waiting for a response. All you could smell was the mixed scent of the plants. “If this is a joke, it’s not funny at all.”

“Brilliant,” a voice from behind you retorted. Your eyes widened, expecting You-Know-Who or something else. You didn’t know, it was dark and your mind was filled with these racing thoughts and so you cried out, “Lumos!” The end of your wand lit up and you froze.

Standing in front of you was Harry Potter, his hair just as messy as ever. You wouldn’t have recognized him if it weren’t for the green eyes glinting in the pale moonlight. “Sorry,” he quickly added. “I thought it would be romantic.”

Romantic. Was this a dream? If it is, Merlin, please don’t wake me up ever again. “The Astronomy Tower would’ve been a much fairer choice, don’t you think?”

“Do you?” He looked down, doubting his choices. First time he makes a move and he messes up? He chuckles nervously. “Sorry,” he added again.

“Stop apologizing,” you say, maybe a bit too harsh. And for a moment, he looked as if he was going to apologize again, but thought better of it. “Whatever Hermione told you, it isn’t true.”

“It’s not?” It was Harry’s turn to have his mind racing with thoughts now. This cannot be happening right now. Why would Hermione lie to him? Both of you stood there in silence, not daring to meet each other’s eyes when you just snap.

“Of course, it is! I liked you since that stupid Quidditch match and you looked at me. I have been so obvious, so clear, and so direct with my feelings!” Except you weren’t, at least not enough for him to notice. “And if this is a prank, I swear to—”

Before you could utter another word, he had tapped your nose with his finger. You froze, once again.

“What was that?”

“Um— a boop?”

“A what?”

“I don’t know,” he laughs nervously, scratching his neck. You thank the stars and whoever there was to thank other than Merlin that it was dark, so that he couldn’t see her face reddening even in the low glow of her wand.

“A kiss would’ve been better,” you mumbled under your breath.

“Come again?”

“Nothing.” Well, this is a disaster. You both stood there, not saying anything again. He booped your nose, how romantic. Well, it kinda was, a voice inside your head said so.

“Thank you for the tip at Quidditch.”

“A bit late, don’t you think?” You tease, to which he blinks nervously. He didn’t seem to get it, so you two just stand there again.

“Look, it’s late and I have to go—”

Just as you turn away to rush back to the castle, he reaches for your wand hand, and pulls you into his chest, the shadows in his face flickering as your hand shakes uncontrollably and you eventually dropped your wand.

He gulps and his brow furrows as he tries to recall something he’s been rehearsing for a while now. “Take my breath away,” he tells you as he presses his lips against your own, and so you do.

You pull away only for a bit, your cheeks hurting from smiling. “You’re welcome.” And it was your turn to boop his nose with your finger as you two walked back to the castle.

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The Chain - Oliver Wood

A/N: hi, my loves! I managed to complete this story! I am super excited about it, I loved this plot and I hope you all like it! 

Request - Anonymous said: hi! i’d like to request an oliver x reader where the reader is a slytherin and they kept their relationship hidden. at first, it was due to quidditch season coming up (since he’s the captain and reader is a seeker and didnt want to seem like they are purposely playing bad for each other). after the season, they still were hidden and the reader didn’t know why and wants to be out in the public. the reader always tries to bring up the conversation about finally going public with their relationship, but soon finds out it’s because oliver was ashamed to be with a slytherin. he didn’t want to get made fun of, etc. he loves the reader tho. if you have any questions, do let me know (: thank you so much!

Warnings: none :)

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :) gif isn’t mine :)

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The Chain

And if you don't love me now, You will never love me again I can still hear you saying You would never break the chain

"Hello, Mr. Wood" you yelled excitedly, making him jump in surprise.

"Love!" he said, looking around the tent. "What are you doing here?"

"Relax, Ollie" you smiled at him. "No one else is here" you said, leaning in to kiss him. Oliver wrapped his arms around you and kissed you back with a smile on his face.

For several months now, you and Oliver had been dating in secret. Why? Well, he was the captain and Keeper of the Gryffindor team and you were the captain and Seeker of the Slytherin team. While Quidditch season was on, there was no way you will let your respective teams that you were dating the captain of your worst rival for them to think that you would go soft for the other whenever you had to play against the other. So, you decided to keep it a secret at least until Quidditch season was over or one of your teams was eliminated.

"To what do I owe this lovely surprise?" he asked, bringing you closer.

"Well, I just wanted to wish you good luck before we destroy you on the pitch" you smirked at him.

"Hmm, you sound pretty confident for someone who will be out if when we win" he said, leaning to kiss you again and making you roll your eyes while laughing.

"Promise you won't play bad because it's against me?"

"Love, as much as I like you, I'd never throw a Quidditch game" he laughed.

"Not even for me?" you pouted, making him chuckle.

"Maybe" he said, giving you another peck. "But not today" he said. "Now, not that I want to kick you out but-"

"I know. The rest of your team is coming" you giggled. "I should be going to my tent anyways" you said, giving him another kiss. "I can't wait for Quidditch season to be over so we don't have to hide anymore" you said, earning a small glare from your boyfriend. "You know what I mean, Ollie" you giggled. "Not that I want Quidditch season to be over. I just want to be able to show off my boyfriend around school" you said with a bright smile.

"I know, love" he said smiling back at you.

"See you out there, love" you said before you gave him one last kiss on the cheek and he watched you leave just as his team joined him in the tent.

"Hello everyone and welcome to the Quidditch match of the year!" Lee Jordan greeted everyone on the field. "We've got ourselves another classic Gryffindor against Slytherin! Boy, this is about to get good!"

"Jordan! Please limit your comments for the match itself" Professor McGonagall could be heard through the speaker.

"Alright, I want a nice, clean game! Understand?" Madam Hooch said looking at the team captains. You and Oliver shook hands while 'glaring' at each other.

"Good luck, Wood" you said, smugly.

"I'm not really the one that needs it, love" he replied with a smirk. No matter how much you pretended, he'd always call you by you first name. Madam Hooch whistled and everyone was in their brooms in no time.

"And it starts!" Jordan announced to the crowd.

The game started with Gryffindor taking the lead. They started winning against Slytherin and Slytherin started attacking them to beat them. Angelina grabbed the Quaffle and raced for the opposite hoops to score but wasn't long before Adrian Pucey bumped into her, causing her to drop the Quaffle and grabbing it himself before flying in the opposite direction.

"And I think... yes... Slytherin scores!" Lee said with a disappointed tone. "Nothing against the team – they have a really good captain, and rather attractive too-"

"JORDAN!" they all heard Professor McGonagall's voice.

"Sorry, Professor. Just a fun fact."

Oliver's frustrated face soften when he looked at you as you congratulated Adrian. He couldn't help but smile a little at how beautiful you looked with the wind blowing your tangled, messy hair.

"Oi, Wood!" one of the Weasley twins snapped him out of his thoughts. "Focus on the match, mate!"

"THIRTY-ZERO! TAKE THAT, YOU DIRTY, CHEATING-"

"Jordan, if you can't commentate in an unbiased way-" Professor McGonagall started.

"I'm telling it like it is, Professor!"

By mid-game, the crowd was going crazy watching as Slytherin Chasers, bent low over their brooms, jet past the over-matched Gryffindors but they were still fighting for it. The game kept on going as Gryffindor tried to recover their points. You and Harry were still looking for the Snitch so they still had time.

Suddenly, you looked past Oliver and saw a Bludger coming towards his way. You fought the urge to yell at him so he wouldn't get hurt, so instead, you started flying his way and bumped into him.

"Watch where you're going, Wood!" you 'complained' bumping him out of the way. You saw Oliver winking at you before mouthing 'thanks' and flew away.

"Slytherin in possession – Flint with the Quaffle – passes Johnson – passes Bell – hit hard in the face by a Bludger, hope it broke his nose – only joking, Professor, - Slytherins score – oh no... YOU CHEATING SCUM!" Lee Jordan was howling into the megaphone, dancing out of Professor McGonagall's reach. "YOU FILTHY, CHEATING B-"

"JORDAN!"

Everyone heard a small ruckus coming over from the megaphone and they assumed Professor McGonagall was still trying to take it away from Jordan.

"Wait! She's at it!" they heard Jordan again all of the sudden. Oliver felt his heart sink. You were after the Snitch. They were done. If you caught it, that was it for Gryffindor. As much as he wanted to win, he knew you were an amazing Seeker and you were most likely going to catch the Snitch. "Slytherin is after the Snitch!"

Oliver watched as you and Harry flew incredibly close, fighting for the Snitch. And then, he saw it. He saw one of the Weasley twins throw a Bludger in your direction. Before he could stop himself, he was flying towards you as fast as he could. Oliver didn't even realize how close you were to the Snitch, he could only see the Bludger approaching you. He bumped you out of the way, making both of you fall to the ground, Oliver landing on top of you.

"What the hell, Wood?" you snapped, pushing him off you.

"POTTER CAUGHT THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR WINS!"

"I'm sorry, lo- uh!" Oliver whispered. "George threw a Bludger at you and I just-"

"I almost had that! I can't believe you-!"

"Hey! What the bloody hell, Wood?" Adrian said, landing with Marcus next to you and walking over to Oliver.

"You can't just bloody push her out of her broom!" Marcus snapped, pushing him.

"Marcus!" you tried to pull him back.

"It was an accident! I just tried to push her out of the way-!"

"What's going on?" George said, landing with Fred next to Oliver.

"What's going on is that your bloody captain doesn't even care if he pushes someone off her broom!" Adrian said, stepping in front of you.

"Adrian! Guys, stop. It's over" you said, pulling them back. "Harry caught the Snitch. There's nothing we can do" you said, sadly but the two Slytherin boys kept glaring at the three Gryffindor boys. "Let's just go" you begged, pulling them away, not wanting to make this worse than it was.

"This isn't over, Wood!" Flint yelled.

"Now!" you pushed them towards your tent.

"Hey-" Oliver tried.

"Congratulations" you sadly muttered before following your teammates.

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You spent the rest of the day listening to your team complain about Oliver's foul and by dinner, you were done with it. You sighed, grabbed your book, and decided to shut out the conversation when you saw a small note on the marked page.

Meet me tonight? Same spot. Same time. - O.W.

For the first time since the match, you sincerely smiled. You turned to look at the Gryffindor table, where Oliver quickly winked at you before going back to his friends. After dinner, you practically ran to the Astronomy Tower, where you found Oliver already waiting for you and you quickly threw yourself in his arms, feeling content for the first time since the match.

"I was worried you weren't going to show up" he said, kissing the side of your head.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"I thought you'd still be mad at me for today" he confessed. You were about to reply but Oliver beat you to it. "I'm so sorry, love. I really am. I swear I didn't mean to push you off your broom but George threw a Bludger your way and I got scared and before I knew it I was-"

He was suddenly interrupted by you pulling him in for a kiss.

"It's okay, love" you assured him.

"Really?"

"I know you were just trying to protect me" you told him. "Even though we said we wouldn't let our relationship meddle in our matches" you reminded him. "But, I guess I did that too when a Bludger was going your way" you sighed.

"So... you're not mad at me?"

"Of course not, Ollie" you said, giving him a peck on the cheek. "Besides, do you know what I realized?"

"What's that, love?" he smiled.

"We don't have to hide anymore!" you said, excitedly.

"What do you mean?" he asked with a small chuckle.

"We said we would keep our relationship a secret during Quidditch season so our teams wouldn't find out and it wouldn't jeopardize our Quidditch Cup-"

"Which is still going" Oliver said confused.

"Not for us" you said. "Not anymore. We're out of the Quidditch Cup since you won today" you reminded him. "So..."

"So?"

"So that means we don't have to hide anymore!" you smiled kissing him again. "Isn't that great? We can have breakfast together and walk to class and we can go to Hogsmeade and-"

"Love. Slow down" he chuckled. "There's no need to rush things" he said, pulling away from you.

"Rush things? What do you mean rush things? We have been dating for months now" you asked, confused.

"Yeah, but things have been fine the way they are, wouldn't you say?"

"Fine?" you asked, with your smile starting to drop. "You think this is fine, Oliver?"

"I just don't understand why you suddenly want things to change-"

"Is not suddenly" you argued. "We spoke about this before. And at first, the sneaking around was exciting and all but... I really want a real relationship, Ollie-"

"You don't think that what we have is real-?"

"No, I didn't mean that. Of course, I do. I just... I want to be able to hold your hand in public a-and for you to give me your scarf if I'm cold and to be able to wear it. I want to be able to come to you when I have a bad day and not finding a way to get you alone and I want to kiss you in front of everyone! Don't you want that?"

"We have that-"

"No, we don't, Oliver!" you snapped, pulling back away from him. "Why are you so against this? Do you not... want to be with me?"

"Love, how can you say that? Of course, I want to be with you! I just don't see why it all has to change-"

"Why don't you want it to change?"

"Come on, love!" he tried. "Think about what people would say! The captain of the Gryffindor team and the captain of the Slytherin team-"

"I don't bloody care about that! We're not even in the Quidditch Cup anymore!"

"We are!" he argued.

"So what? What does that have to do with anything?!" you asked, suddenly feeling your eyes water when you realized what he really meant. "Is that what this is about?" you asked, noticing how he tensed a bit. "Are you ashamed of being with me?"

"No! I didn’t say that-"

"Is it..." you said, feeling the tears stream down your face. "Is it because I'm in Slytherin?"

Oliver sighed and looked away from you. "Love..."

"Oh, Merlin!" you said with a bitter laugh. "It is, isn't it?"

"You don't understand! You have no idea what my housemates will say if I'm dating a Slytherin!"

"Oh, because Gryffindor is so much better!" you said, sarcastically.

"Look, it’s nothing against you, personally but there are some people in your house that just-"

"Wow. You really are a Gryffindor!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" he argued.

"You know exactly what that means! You hate my house because your house tells you to! I know there are some assholes in my house, but guess what? There are some in your house as well!"

"I don't hate your house-"

"Really? Then why won't you tell everyone that you're dating someone from Slytherin?!"

"Is not like you're telling everyone you're dating a Gryffindor boy! Your house is not perfect!"

"Well, neither is yours, Oliver! The difference is that while we are used to hearing that from all other three houses, you can't stand the fact that somebody mentions something bad about your house-!"

"You're making this a bigger deal than it is!"

"No, Wood You are" you said, starting to walk away from him. "You know what? Since dating someone from Slytherin is such a burden for a Gryffindor, let me fix it for you" you said, wiping away your tears. "You're no longer dating a Slytherin!"

"What?" Oliver walked towards you but you stepped back. "You don't mean that, love!"

"Don't call me love, Wood" you said, glaring at him before you left him standing there alone.

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It was the day of the final match. Gryffindor against Ravenclaw. Oliver should feel ecstatic, like the rest of his team. But instead, all he could think of was you, like he had been doing for the past two weeks. You hadn't talked to him since the night of the Astronomy tower. He had tried so many times to leave you messages to meet, but he ended up alone. The worst part was when he spotted you in the crowd wearing your Slytherin scarf, sitting with Flint and Pucey. He couldn't help to think how you would look in his Gryffindor scarf. He was sure you would do something like that for him. You would cheer for him no matter what your house or his house was. He couldn't believe why it took him so long to realize how lucky he was to have you and how stupid he was for being ashamed about being with you only because of your house. It wasn't until he was holding the Quidditch Cup that he realized there was nobody else he would rather share this moment with than you.

"Why the long face, Wood?" Fred asked as he and George sat down on each side of him.

"You should be celebrating mate!" George told him. "If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't even have made it to the final!"

"What do you mean?"

"That move you made on the Slytherin match? Taking down their captain? She almost caught the Snitch, mate! She was going to get it before Harry" Fred added And then we would have lost!"

"We thought you weren't going to do it-"

"Taking down your girlfriend like that-"

"Excuse me?" Oliver said, all of the sudden. "What did you just say?"

"Don't get us wrong, mate! It was brilliant. But not everyone would have the guts to go against his girlfriend like that" George said.

"Especially if that girlfriend is her! She's a tough girl" Fred laughed.

"I'm sorry, what are you two talking about?"

"Oh... is that still a secret?" Fred asked.

"What is?"

"You two together?" George said as if it was obvious.

"How do you two know about us?"

"You just told us" they both said at the same time. "Honestly we've known for a while" Fred added.

"We're surprised you didn't invite her today" George said.

"We broke up" Oliver sighed.

"Why?"

"She wanted to make our relationship public and... I didn't" he admitted.

"Why not?"

"What do you mean why not? She's the captain of the Slytherin team and I'm the captain of the Gryffindor team" he said, lowering his voice.

"So?" the twins said in unison.

"So? We are the worst Quidditch rivals!"

"And yet you still took her down to prevent her from getting the Snitch-"

"Actually... I did that because you threw a Bludger her way and I didn't want her to get hurt" he admitted.

"Aw, Ollie" the twins mocked him.

"Shut up! Nobody calls me that!"

"She calls you that" Fred smirked.

"Anyways, that is a stupid reason for hiding your relationship with her, really. Just because she's in Slytherin?"

"You hate everyone from Slytherin!"

"No, we don't" they admitted. "We hate some people from Slytherin, like Malfoy-"

"Just like we hate some people from Hufflepuff-"

"And some people from Ravenclaw-"

"And even some people from Gryffindor!"

"See, is more about the person itself than the house, Oliver" George told him.

"And we've always liked her. She's one of the nicest people really, except when she's on the pitch, then she looks like she can murder you" Fred told him and making Oliver let out a laugh.

"How did you two get together? She's too pretty for you" George said.

"Hey!"

"It's true" they both argued.

"Remember that day when we double booked the Quidditch pitch for practice?" he asked and they both nodded. "After everyone left we had to put the equipment away and we were arguing about... I don't even remember what" he chuckled. "And one thing lead to another and we ended up making out" he said. "And it was... sort of... perfect" he admitted. "We've been together ever since and... I love her, guys. And now... she hates me" he sighed.

"Well, you could... make it up to her?" Fred told him.

"How?"

"Well, we may have an idea" George said smirking just as much as Fred.

The next day, Oliver entered the Great Hall and, after the nods the twins gave him, for the first time in his life, he walked straight to the Slytherin table.

"What the bloody hell are you doing here?" Flint asked, standing up and facing Oliver.

"I wanted to talk to you-" he said, looking at you.

"Really?" Adrian said standing up too. "You have some bloody nerve! After the obvious foul on our last match, you just come in here and-"

"Guys" you spoke, quietly. "It's okay" you told them but they still didn't sit. "May I help you, Wood?"

"Um, yes. Actually I... wanted to say I'm sorry" he started. You turned to look at your surroundings and noticed several people were staring at you and not just from your table.

"Go on" you said as Marcus and Adrian finally sat down. Oliver took a deep breath and kept going.

"I wanted to apologize for pushing you off your broom on that match but... I did it because I saw a Bludger was coming your way and... I didn't want you to get hurt-"

"You expect us to believe that?"

"Shut up, Marcus" you snapped at him. "You were saying?"

"Um, right I just wanted to say I'm sorry about that" he said taking another deep breath. "And..."

"And?"

"Well, I wanted everyone to know, really" he said, raising his voice when he noticed everyone who was looking at the scene. "That I did that because..." he said, nervously. He looked at the twins, who were nodding encouragingly at him, the rest of the Gryffindors, the Slytherins glaring at him, and then back at you, and the most beautiful and hopeful look in your eyes. "Because I love you" he finished. He heard a few people gasping in surprise, some glares his way and some girls glaring at you, some girls sighing dreamily at the whole thing, and some guys whistling at the scene. But he could only focus on you and your bright smile. "I love you" he repeated, smiling when he saw the blush on your cheeks. "And I'm sorry I was so stupid and that I didn't say it before and to be honest, I don't care who knows about it!"

All eyes turned to you, and you couldn't stop smiling. You stood up and faced Oliver. "You love me?"

"More than anyone in this world" he said, holding your hand in his. "I'm really sorry, love!"

You leaned in to kiss him, ignoring the reactions from your table and the Gryffindor table as Oliver wrapped his arms around you. "I love you too" you said once you broke apart.

"Also, I wanted to ask if... you'd like to have breakfast with me?"

"I would love that, Ollie" you said, smiling at him as you both sat down, you glaring at anyone who complained about it. "Congratulations on the match, love" you said, kissing his cheek.

"Oh, I almost forgot" Oliver said, taking out his bag. "I brought this for you, I... thought you might like to wear it someday" he said, giving you his Quidditch sweater. "I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to-"

"I love it" you said after giving him a peck on the lips. "And I love you" you told him, resting your head on his shoulder.

"I love you too" he replied, kissing your forehead.

The End

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A/N: ahhh xD I hope you guys liked it! :D

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