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Good graces ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

ChrisMD x reader

Inspired by the song good graces. Reader is a world renowned pop star and they had recently broken up with Chris.

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The paparazzi lights flickered like fireworks, popping in your peripheral as you stepped out of the black SUV, dressed in something couture and dangerous. A sold-out arena behind you, screams of fans still echoing off the walls of the stadium. You’d just wrapped your world tour’s final night, but all you could think about was the one person who wasn’t there.

Chris.

The football-loving, banter-filled YouTuber who somehow saw you clearer than anyone else ever had—even through the glitter and the spotlight. You hadn’t spoken in weeks. Not since that night.

You turned the corner backstage, heels clicking against the concrete floor until you reached your dressing room. The door was already open. Your heart stopped.

Chris was leaning against the vanity, arms crossed, that usual cocky smile tugging at his lips—but his eyes were tired. Familiar.

“Thought you were too famous to text back,” he said, trying to keep it light, but the hurt laced through every word.

You didn’t play dumb. “I wanted to give you space.”

He scoffed. “Yeah, well… you gave me a whole galaxy.”

The silence that followed wasn’t awkward. It was loaded. Like both of you were holding onto things you hadn’t said.

You stepped closer, the air between you electric, your voice softer now. “You really think I could write a whole album about heartbreak and not mean half of it?”

Chris arched a brow. “You wrote Good Graces about me?”

You gave him that smirk—the one your fans would kill to see off-camera. “You think I write any breakup songs that aren’t about you?”

His eyes locked on yours, the tension thick and sweet. “You put me through hell, Y/N.”

You closed the space between you, barely an inch away. “And yet you’re here.”

Chris’s voice dropped. “Yeah, well. I’ve got a thing for chaos in heels.”

And just like that, he kissed you—like he was trying to memorize every lyric of you. Like he wanted to prove the good graces were worth fighting for.

And maybe… they were.

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Applause ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

Rhea Ripley x reader!!!

Inspired by the song “Applause” by Lady Gaga. You lived for the way the crowd reacted to you but Rhea doesn’t care about all the noise she lives for you.

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The roar of the crowd was deafening. Every scream, every chant, every flash of the arena lights pulsed through your veins like adrenaline. You stood backstage, seconds away from your entrance, the LED screens glowing with your name.

But your eyes weren’t on the crowd.

They were on her.

Rhea Ripley stood across from you, arms crossed, leather jacket hanging off her shoulders like a challenge. Her eyes locked onto yours—steel grey, fire lit behind them.

“You ready for this, superstar?” she smirked, that signature growl in her voice. “Or is your ego too busy soaking in the applause?”

You laughed, biting your bottom lip. “Jealous you’re not the one they’re screaming for?”

Rhea stepped closer, her breath hot against your cheek. “I don’t need the applause, babe. I’ve already got you.”

Your pulse quickened. This wasn’t just a match. This was a collision—of fame, pride, and everything unspoken between you two. You were the pop phenomenon who took the WWE world by storm. She was the dominant force who’d ruled the ring long before you ever stepped into it.

And somehow, against every warning, you two had fallen for each other.

But tonight, there was no room for softness. Only heat. Only spectacle.

You turned away first, grinning. “Try to keep up in the ring, Ripley. I don’t want to embarrass my girlfriend on national television.”

Her low laugh followed you as your music hit, and you stepped into the blinding lights, the crowd chanting your name like a hymn.

The fight that followed was fierce. Ruthless. You gave the audience everything—your pain, your pride, your fire. Every kick, every slam, every defiant stare into the camera was for them.

But in between the chaos, there were moments.

Moments where Rhea’s hand lingered too long on your waist after a slam. Where she leaned in, whispering, “You look hot when you’re pissed,” just before clotheslining you to the mat.

By the end, both of you were breathless, the crowd eating out of your palms.

You didn’t need a title.

You didn’t need the win.

You had her, staring at you across the ring, chest rising, bruised lips curved into that smirk.

Later, when the lights faded and the arena emptied, she found you backstage again.

“You live for the applause,” Rhea murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face, “but I live for you.”

And then she kissed you like you were the main event.

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Bronx hall of fame ✿

Damian Priest x reader

About: Damian get a street named after him in the Bronx hall of fame, and you’re there to support him.

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The Bronx was buzzing louder than usual.

News vans lined the block, music blasted from open car doors, and a sea of fans in black leather, chains, and “Judgment Day” merch crowded the corner of 149th Street and Morris Avenue. You stood off to the side, your arms crossed, rocking his signature vest he let you “borrow” — even though you both knew it was yours now.

A podium sat in front of a velvet-draped sign, and behind it, the man himself—Damien Priest—stood tall, arms folded, shades covering those dangerous eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips.

The Bronx councilman stepped up and raised the mic. “Today, we rename this corner Damien Priest Way—in honor of a man who never forgot where he came from, who represents the strength, grit, and fire of our streets on a global stage.”

Applause exploded, but Priest hadn’t said a damn word yet. When he finally did, his voice was slow, deep, and dripping with that Brooklyn-to-Bronx swagger.

“You know, growing up around here, the streets didn’t give you nothing. You had to take what you wanted… fight for every damn inch. I didn’t always walk the right path—but I walked it with fire. And now? That fire’s lit this whole damn street up.”

He turned, yanked the cloth off the new street sign—“Damien Priest Way”—and held it up for everyone to see. Cameras flashed. People screamed. You just bit your lip, watching him soak it all in like a god damn king.

When it was over, he found you in the crowd, striding toward you like the city owed him rent. The second he was close enough, his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you in like the whole Bronx could watch and he still wouldn’t care.

“You proud of me, mami?” he murmured against your ear, breath hot and teasing.

You smiled, dragging your fingers down his chest. “Always. But I’m even prouder of the way you make the Bronx look this damn good.”

He chuckled, low and cocky. “Damn right. But let’s make one thing clear—this street may have my name on it, but I only want you walking it with me.”

Then, without warning, he dipped you right there in the street like a scene outta a gritty, sexy love story—pressing a kiss to your lips so hard the crowd whooped and hollered like you were both part of the show.

And maybe you were.

Because to Damien Priest, you weren’t just his muse—you were his fire

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AHHHH okok im literally so happy for Damian!!

But I hope you guys enjoy PLEASEE SEND REQUESTS!!🙏🙏

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I was wondering if you could write where George and his friend group go on holiday and reader really likes him but also readers friend does too. But George likes reader and readers friends try’s GETING to him and try to do stuff but George’s eyes are only on reader and readers friends and him have really cute moments and readers friends is jealous. Ok you get me something along the lines like that and reader and him have a cute moment then realise that they feeling for each other and it’s just cute angst and fluff and also do u think u could add some smut in there thank you

Eyes on me₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

George Clarkey x reader

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It was one of those rare, golden weeks where everything was perfect—sun-kissed beaches, late-night swims, cocktails that tasted like freedom, and a massive villa split between a group of close friends and a few new faces.

George was one of them.

I’d followed his YouTube for a while, sure, but nothing prepared me for what he was like in person—funny, warm, quick-witted. And then there were his eyes. Brown and mischievous, like he knew exactly what effect he had on people.

My stomach twisted every time he smiled at me. And I hated how obvious it felt.

Even worse? My friend—let’s call her Bella—definitely noticed. She’d been flirting with him since the plane ride over. Laughing too hard at his jokes, draping herself over the sun loungers near him, playfully splashing him in the pool like we were in a romcom. And George… well, he was polite. But his eyes never lingered on her the way they did with me.

Not that Bella saw it.

The turning point came one night after dinner, when we all headed back to the villa’s massive balcony, the sky still painted in streaks of lavender and peach. Someone put on music, and everyone danced, tipsy and careless under fairy lights.

Bella grabbed George’s hand and pulled him toward the makeshift dance floor. I pretended not to notice, sipping my drink, trying not to look jealous. But out of the corner of my eye, I could see her leaning in, whispering something against his ear, her hand brushing his chest.

That’s when I left.

I ended up by the pool, feet dangling in the water, the music faint in the distance. I hated how I felt—petty, dramatic. It’s not like I had any claim on him.

“You always disappear when things get fun?”

I turned. George was behind me, hands shoved in the pockets of his linen trousers, hair a little messy from the wind.

I blinked. “Didn’t think anyone would notice.”

“I did.” He sat beside me, our shoulders almost touching. “You okay?”

I nodded, but he gave me that look—the one where he was trying to read my mind.

“You don’t have to pretend around me,” he said gently. “I’m not stupid. I know Bella’s been trying to make a move.”

I snorted before I could stop myself. “That obvious, huh?”

“Painfully.” He tilted his head. “But I’m not interested in Bella.”

My breath caught. “No?”

He turned toward me fully, and my heart thudded in my ears.

“Why would I be, when you’re right here?”

The words knocked the air out of me. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

George laughed softly, shaking his head. “You have no idea, do you? Every time you smile at me, I feel like an idiot. I’ve been trying to work up the nerve to say something for days, but you’ve been so quiet.”

“I thought you liked her,” I whispered.

“Not even close.”

He brushed a strand of hair from my face, his hand lingering a second too long.

“You’re the one I want.”

Then he kissed me.

It was soft at first—hesitant, like he wasn’t sure I’d kiss him back. But I did. God, I did. My hands tangled in his shirt, pulling him closer as weeks of built-up tension melted into that single moment.

When we finally pulled away, I rested my forehead against his, smiling like a total idiot.

“George?”

“Yeah?”

“I really like you.”

He grinned, that lazy, heart-melting grin. “Good. Because I’m absolutely crazy about you.”

We stayed by the pool for hours, wrapped up in each other, the stars above and the sound of the waves in the distance. No drama, no games. Just us.

And for once, everything felt exactly how it was meant to be.

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Hope you enjoy pls feel free to send a request!! PLEASE I need more inspo. 🙂‍↕️

[luv-nikki]

If I could fly ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧

Roman Reigns x reader

About: based on the song if I could fly by one direction.

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Sometimes I think Roman Reigns forgets he’s human.

In the ring, he’s a god—untouchable. Eyes sharp, shoulders squared, voice like thunder. But when the lights go out and the world stops watching, I see him for who he really is: a man who carries too much, too quietly.

I found him on the hotel balcony tonight, shirtless, the night air brushing against his skin like a whisper. He didn’t look at me when I stepped outside. Just kept staring into the distance, elbows resting on the railing, jaw tight with whatever was weighing him down.

“You ever get tired of pretending?” he asked, voice low.

I blinked. “Pretending?”

“That it doesn’t hurt.” He finally turned, eyes meeting mine. “Me being away for so long. Acting like you don’t see how I’m hurting myself by letting everyone think I’m just… invincible.”

My heart twisted.

“Roman—”

He cut me off, stepping closer. “When I’m out there, I’m who they need me to be. But when I’m with you…” His hand lifted, fingers tracing the side of my face. “I don’t have to be anything. Just me.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. He rarely let himself be like this—bare, open. It broke my heart a little every time he did, knowing how long he spent carrying the weight of the world without asking for help.

“You don’t have to pretend with me,” I said softly. “You never have.”

He leaned his forehead against mine, eyes closed like he was trying to memorize this moment. The night wrapped around us like a secret.

“If I could fly,” he whispered, “I’d be coming right back to you. Every night. No cameras. No miles. Just us.”

I felt the tears sting behind my eyes. “You don’t need wings, Roman. You already come back to me. Every time.”

He kissed me then. Slow. Gentle. Like I was the only real thing in his world. And in that kiss, I felt everything he never said—the longing, the love, the ache of distance, the relief of coming home.

When we pulled apart, I held his face in my hands and smiled. “You don’t have to be strong for me. You just have to be you.”

He looked at me, something fierce and beautiful in his gaze. “Then you’re the only place I ever want to land.”

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AHHHHH stop im actually really proud of this one i love it so muchhh!!! This has been in my drafts for a minute and I completely forgot about it 😭

REQUEST ARE STILL OPEN PLSSSSS REQUEST SOME

[luv-nikki]

loved ur grayson waller fic! could u plz write another where he celebrates with the reader after she wins a singles title on the main roster? it can be sfw and/or nsfw, up to u

Championship celebration ⊱✿⊰

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Grayson Waller x Y/N

The second your hand was raised and the championship belt was draped over your shoulder, your legs nearly gave out. The rush was electric. You had done it. You were the new Women’s Champion—and nothing in the world could touch you.

Except, maybe, him.

Backstage, the energy was chaos—cheers, high-fives, camera flashes. But all of that blurred the moment you locked eyes with Grayson Waller leaning coolly against the wall, arms folded, watching you like you were the only damn thing worth looking at.

“Well, well, look who just made history,” he drawled, his voice low and dangerously smooth. “Didn’t I say you were gonna own that ring?”

You barely had a chance to speak before he was in front of you, eyes dark and hungry. His hands slid around your waist, pulling you against him, the gold between your bodies the only thing separating his heat from yours.

“I’m not gonna lie,” he murmured, lips grazing your ear, “seeing you with that belt… it’s doing things to me.”

You shivered.

“Oh yeah?” you teased, breath hitching. “And what exactly is it doing?”

His fingers curled around the back of your neck, drawing you close enough for your noses to touch. “Making it real hard to behave,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. “But don’t worry, I’ll keep it together… until we get to the hotel.”

He kissed you then—deep, possessive, like the match had been his win too. Like he’d waited his whole life for this exact version of you: wild, powerful, victorious.

As he pulled back, his hand slid teasingly down to the belt on your hip. “Hope you’re planning on keeping this on tonight,” he smirked. “Because that’s all you’ll need.”

You laughed, heat curling low in your belly. “Guess you’re feeling lucky.”

He winked. “No, champ. I’m feeling hungry.”

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Lowkey this one kinda sucked but ohh well 😭 also sorry it took so long I’ve been really busy

Requests are still open

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Flirty streams₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

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George Clarkey x f!reader

About: George’s chat lives the two of you together

George was already live, rambling to his chat in that effortlessly charming way of his when you crept into the frame behind him. You leaned over his shoulder, chin nearly resting on it, and whispered just loud enough for chat to hear:

“Miss me, Clarkey?”

His eyes widened and he let out a nervous laugh, pulling his headset off one ear. “Oi! Warn a guy next time, yeah?” he said, though he didn’t move an inch. “Y/N’s here to distract me, obviously.”

Chat exploded:

“THE TENSION??”

“Y/N’S GOT HIM SWEATING”

“Someone tell them to kiss already.”

You smirked and slid onto the chair beside him, dramatically fixing your hair like you were about to do a Vogue cover shoot. “Just thought the stream could use a little… spice.”

George nearly choked on his water.

“Stop that,” he laughed, shaking his head, but his eyes didn’t leave yours for a beat too long. “They’re gonna start writing fanfics at this rate.”

“Good,” you said, winking at the camera. “Give the people what they want.”

He bit his lip to hide a grin, completely failing. You leaned closer, your knees brushing.

“Tell the truth,” you murmured just off-mic, “you’re loving this.”

George glanced at chat, then back at you. “I’ll deny it publicly,” he said, voice low, “but yeah… I am.”

The rest of the stream was filled with teasing glances, inside jokes, and playful bickering that had everyone watching convinced you two were so not just friends. At one point, a donation came through:

“100 quid if you two admit you fancy each other.

George laughed, running a hand through his hair. “What do you think, Y/N? Want to make ‘em pay?”

You leaned into his mic, voice honey-sweet. “I think they’re just catching on to something we already knew.”

He turned to look at you — really look — and for a second, the stream faded into the background.

And then he smirked. “Well… hope they’ve got their wallets ready.”

Stream: Ended.

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THANKS FIR READINGG😋

Also requests are open also sorry if they take a while I’ve been really busy with school 😭

[luv-nikki]

Can you please write Grayson Waller x fem! reader where Grayson is feeling homesick and the reader comforts him? Thanks!

Home away from home

Grayson Waller x f!reader

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The arena buzzed with excitement, the sound of fans cheering and music blaring, but for Grayson Waller, the thrill felt muted. He paced backstage, his usual confidence replaced with a weight of nostalgia. The bright lights and roaring crowd couldn't drown out the homesickness that clung to him like a shadow.

As he leaned against a wall, staring off into the distance, you noticed the change in his demeanor. You had seen him in high spirits, cracking jokes and engaging with fans, but tonight was different. You approached him cautiously, sensing that something was bothering him.

“Hey, Grayson,” you said softly, trying to draw him out of his thoughts. “You okay?”

He turned to you, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Yeah, just... missing home a bit, I guess.”

Your heart ached for him. You knew how hard it was to be on the road, away from familiar faces and places. You stepped closer, your voice gentle. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Grayson sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s just... I’ve been away for so long. I miss my family, my friends. It feels like everything’s changing back home, and I’m just... here.”

You nodded, understanding the feeling of being disconnected. “I get it. It’s tough being away, especially when you’re used to having everyone around. But remember, you’ve got a whole new family here too.”

He looked at you, his expression softening. “Yeah, but it’s not the same. I miss the little things, you know? The Sunday barbecues, just hanging out without a care in the world.”

You reached out, placing a comforting hand on his arm. “What if we recreate some of those little things? We can have a barbecue night, invite the team, make it feel a bit more like home. I can even try to make your favorite dish.”

Grayson chuckled, the warmth of your suggestion bringing a genuine smile to his face. “You’d really do that? You’re not scared of my cooking disasters?”

“Hey, I’m a brave soul,” you teased, nudging him playfully. “And I’m sure we can figure it out together. Plus, it’ll be fun!”

He seemed to relax, the tension in his shoulders easing as he leaned into your comfort. “You always know how to make me feel better.”

“That's what friends are for,” you replied, your voice softening as you gazed into his eyes. “But I want to be more than just a friend to you, Grayson.”

He paused, the air thick with unspoken words. “What do you mean?”

You took a deep breath, your heart racing. “I mean, I care about you. A lot. And I want to be here for you, not just as a friend, but as someone who can help fill that emptiness when you’re feeling homesick.”

Grayson stepped closer, his eyes searching yours. “I care about you too. More than I’ve let on.”

The distance between you shrank, your hearts beating in sync. “Then let’s create our own little home together, even if it’s just for tonight,” you suggested, your voice barely above a whisper.

He smiled, a genuine warmth spreading across his face. “I’d like that.”

With a spark of electricity in the air, he reached out, intertwining his fingers with yours. The simple touch sent a wave of comfort and excitement through you both. “You make everything feel better,” he said, his voice low and sincere.

“Only because you’re worth it,” you replied, feeling a blush creep to your cheeks.

As you walked together, planning the barbecue, the weight of homesickness began to lift, replaced by the warmth of newfound affection. In that moment, Grayson realized that even when far from home, he had found a little piece of it right beside him—and it was you.

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A night to remember♡

Dominik Mysterio x f! Reader

About: WrestleMania 41, a grand arena filled with thousands of fans, the atmosphere electric with excitement. The main event just concluded, and the spotlight is on Dominik Mysterio, who has just won the Intercontinental Championship.

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As the final bell rang and the referee handed Dominik the Intercontinental Championship belt, the arena erupted into thunderous applause. The moment was surreal, a culmination of years of hard work, dedication, and the legacy of his father, Rey Mysterio. Dominik stood in the center of the ring, the championship belt glistening under the bright lights, a proud smile etched across his face.

In the audience, you cheered louder than anyone, your heart racing with pride. You had been by Dominik's side through every match, every training session, and every moment of doubt. The two of you had formed a bond that transcended friendship, a connection that felt electric and undeniable.

Once the match ended, Dominik made his way to the edge of the ring to soak in the adoration of the fans. As he looked out into the crowd, his eyes locked onto yours. In that instant, the world outside faded away, and it was just the two of you. You raised your hands in celebration, and he responded with a confident grin that made your heart skip a beat.

After the show, backstage was a whirlwind of activity. Dominik was being congratulated by fellow wrestlers, media personnel, and staff. Yet, amidst the chaos, he managed to find you, his eyes lighting up as he approached.

"There you are!" he exclaimed, pulling you into a tight embrace. "I did it! I really did it!"

You laughed, feeling the warmth of his excitement. "Of course you did! I knew you would. You were amazing out there!"

Pulling back slightly, he looked into your eyes, and for a moment, the cheers and voices around you faded. “I couldn’t have done it without your support,” he said, sincerity radiating from his voice. “You’ve always been there for me.”

You felt your cheeks flush, knowing just how much his words meant. “You earned it, Dominik. You’re a champion!”

As the adrenaline began to wear off, Dominik’s expression softened. “Can we get out of here? I want to celebrate, just the two of us.”

Your heart raced at the thought of spending a private moment with him after such a monumental night. “Absolutely. Where to?”

“Follow me,” he said, taking your hand in his. You both slipped through the chaos of the backstage area, finally exiting into the cool night air.

Dominik led you to a quiet rooftop terrace overlooking the stadium, the glow of the lights illuminating the sky. The crowd’s cheers still echoed in the distance, but here, it was just you and him, the stars above twinkling like diamonds.

He turned to face you, holding the championship belt proudly over his shoulder. “This moment feels perfect,” he said, taking a step closer. “But it would be even better if I shared it with you.”

Your heart fluttered as he leaned in, and without thinking, you reached up to cup his face. “You’ve worked so hard for this. I’m so proud of you, Dominik.”

In that moment, he leaned down, capturing your lips in a soft, lingering kiss. It was a kiss filled with all the emotions of the night—joy, relief, and a hint of something deeper. When he pulled away, his eyes sparkled with mischief. “So, what do you say? Champion and his biggest fan?”

You laughed, feeling lighter than air. “I’d say that sounds like a perfect team.”

As the night unfolded, you both shared stories of the journey that brought you to this moment, dreams for the future, and laughter that echoed into the night. With each passing second, the bond between you deepened, solidifying that this night would be one you would cherish forever.

And as Dominik held you close, the championship belt glinting under the stars, you knew that this was just the beginning of a remarkable journey together, filled with dreams, victories, and a love that would only grow stronger.

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Authors note:

Heyyy guys please if you guys have any requests please don’t be afraid to leave them

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I will write for the following people/characters and fandoms: ALSO I WILL BE TAKING REQUESTS SO PLEASE DO SOOOO!!!!

Sidemen and friends-

Harry Lewis

Simon Minter

TobiJZL

Ethan Payne

Joshua Bradley

George Clarkey

ChrisMD

Arthur TV

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Harry Potter-

All characters

Including Marauders 

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WWE-

Everyone old and new

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Marvel universe-

Wanda Maximoff

Tony Stark

Peter Parker~ all of them

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barns

Natasha Romanoff

Loki

Thor

Doctor Strange

Sam Wilson

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Stranger things-

All characters

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[luv-nikki]

Scoring on and off the pitch ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

George Clarkey x fem. reader!!!

About: you are a video person for the sidemen charity match and you catch a certain player eye.

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The energy at the Wembley was electric. The fans roared in anticipation, their voices blending into a deafening chorus of cheers, chants, and the occasional scream of excitement. The Sidemen Charity Match was about to begin, and among the many internet personalities on the pitch, there stood George Clarkey.

You stood at the sidelines, with your official staff jacket, camera slung around your neck. You had been given media access to the event, assigned to capture behind-the-scenes moments for a YouTube documentary. Though you were there for work, you couldn’t ignore the way your eyes drifted to George more often than not.

The two of you had known each other for a while—mutual friends, casual interactions, the occasional Twitter banter. But recently, your conversations had taken on a different edge. A flirt here, a lingering glance there. You weren’t sure what it was, but something about today felt different.

As the match began you found yourself cheering for him, even when you were supposed to remain neutral. Every time he had the ball, your camera lens found him. Every time he tripped or stumbled—because let’s face it, George wasn’t exactly prime Ronaldo—you couldn’t help but laugh. Midway through the match, he caught your gaze from the field, a smirk playing on his lips. Then, as if to impress you, he attempted a skillful pass… only to completely miss the ball and trip over his own feet.

After getting up, red-faced but still grinning, George jogged toward the sidelines where you stood. “Enjoying the show?” he panted, brushing sweat-soaked hair out of his face.

You bit your lip, suppressing a giggle. “Oh, absolutely. I think that was the most athletic thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You wound me, Y/N,” he said, placing a dramatic hand over his heart. “Stick around after the match—I’ll prove to you I can actually score.”

The double meaning wasn’t lost on you, and the blush on your face had nothing to do with the sun.

The match ended in a thrilling 9-9 victory, with the YouTube All-Stars barely edging out the Sidemen FC during the penalties. As the players cooled down and fans trickled out of the stadium, the real fun was about to begin: the afterparty.

The venue was packed with influencers, music thumping through the air as drinks flowed freely. You sat at the bar, nursing a cocktail, when George appeared beside you, still slightly sweaty but cleaned up, his jersey swapped for a sleek button-down.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he teased, nudging your shoulder.

“I could say the same,” you shot back, tilting your glass toward him. “How’s the ego holding up after that little… incident on the pitch?”

He groaned, rubbing his face. “Don’t remind me. I swear, I was trying to impress you.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Oh? And here I thought you were just naturally that graceful.”

He chuckled, leaning in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “You’re killing me, Y/N.”

You turned to face him fully, the tension between you crackling like the final moments of a penalty shootout. “Maybe you should try scoring off the pitch, then.”

For a second, he looked stunned—like he wasn’t sure if he actually heard you right. Then, a slow smirk spread across his face.

“Oh, Y/N,” he murmured, eyes locked onto yours. “I thought you’d never ask.”

And just like that, George Clarkey—content creator, and now, quite possibly, the man who would ruin you for anyone else—pulled you into a kiss that tasted like adrenaline, laughter, and just a hint of something more.