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cherryjuiceblues · 3 months
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thinking about rugby!harry who surprise tackles y/n to her tiny single bed and squeezes his big biceps around her waist to make her swoon.
rugby!harry who comes round covered in grass and blood stains and smells all dirty and sweaty just to jump in y/n’s shower because he wants to use her floral scented products. and then flop over her body and shake his wet hair like a dog.
rugby!harry who gets hard to the sound of her squealing giggles and presses his weight on her to elicit more. who ruts his hips against hers through grey sweats and kisses her stomach over her shirt. who could suffocate himself in between her thighs forever for his own pleasure, living off of her whimpers and moans.
rugby!harry who takes up every space he enters with his big broad body. back mouthwateringly big and dotted in freckles, arms thicker than y/n's head and thighs with muscles she's never even seen before. who leans against door frames and makes y/n think they might crack under the pressure. whose hands cover her entire face without trying.
rugby!harry who has stamina for days. who may not last so long but can go three, four times without stopping. who can cum and fuck y/n through it, not soften even a fraction as his load slips out around him with each thrust and makes a disgusting mess beneath them.
rugby!harry who scoops it all up with his fingers and stuffs it back inside her when they're done. who says goodbye to her cunt by patting it firmly before getting up to clean his girl, mournful every time he has to watch her push it all out.
rugby!harry who pretends not to love being the little spoon despite practically melting whenever he's granted the opportunity. because despite the fact that y/n can hardly wrap her arms around him, harry thinks it feels so good to have her smaller body try so hard to engulf him the way he does her.
rugby!harry who is a big old softie for his missus and his missus only. who loves his friends and teammates with insults and jibes and saves the sap for y/n. who would never dream of giving up calling her those cheesy pet names for the world, because she still goes giddy and shy even after all this time.
rugby!harry who, whenever he scores, always holds up his hands in a sign just for her. who brings her to every game, spots her in every crowd, takes her around the world with him and she follows as his biggest and best fan.
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skatesnstuff · 3 months
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ok so i was doing some thinking and i have like several aus that i wanna do so im gonna list them and yall just tell me which ones you wanna see
i’ve already got ideas
-tavaresniece! x matthew knies
-childhoodbestfriend!olderhughessister! x matthew tkachuk
-lilyevanstwinsister! x james potter
-wolfstardaughter! x theodore nott
-rugbyplayer! x quinn hughes
-hughessister! x luca fantilli
-caufieldsister! x arber xhekaj
-ringetteplayer! x someone (haven’t gotten that far yet give me ideas PLEASE)
please lmk what anyone thinks, i really wanna get into writing more i just have so many thoughts and not enough focus to actually do anything
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orsacchiotto-rugbista · 5 months
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diamondmeadow · 19 days
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Also a fic rec because fuck, I’m obsessed. I am sorry to all around me who have to hear about this including the author, the sweetest @swoopswrites . But anyway have a brilliant rugby fic because we all deserve this wolfstar and James and Lily and Marlene and just yeah. Don’t forget to commment to show your appreciation.
♥️ ♥️ ♥️
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cumpletesoccerfanatic · 5 months
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Chris Harris
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randomjreader · 1 year
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Ok but regarding Nick and Charlie's chat history where they were talking about the movies (ep 7), Nick said Sai organised it right? And I bet he had already planned on not inviting Ben and Harry, without Nick asking him to, because he knows that they aren't good people and he probably knew that Nick would have wanted to invite Charlie. So he wanted for there to be a comfortable environment, where maybe Charlie could bond more with the team outside of rugby, and also just because he knows that Charlie is important to Nick, so he wanted to get closer to him too.
Imagine how Sai and Christian and Otis were probably looking forward to a chill night with no drama, getting closer to Charlie and also just getting to hang with Nick again, because at that point Nick was probably starting to pull away from the team, what with him realising that most of his friends weren't the best people. Not to mention that in the comics, the boys sort of already suspected that Nick and Charlie were together, so if that's true for the show as well, maybe they were hoping to make them feel comfortable enough that their friend could trust them with this news.
And then imagine how they felt when they saw Harry and Ben show up. And what they must have been thinking and feeling when they saw how Harry was picking on Charlie after the movie. The looks on their faces as they stood back and watched Nick confront Harry, because inside they agree with Nick entirely, but they aren't brave enough to speak out yet.
If Harry and Ben never showed up, just think about how different it could have been. Everyone would have been more relaxed, and Charlie would have been less reserved. I don't know if Nick would have said anything about them, but considering he was brave enough to hold Charlie's hand in the cinema while Sai was sitting next to him, who knows, he probably might have.
Basically, I need to see more of the rugby lads in season 2, and them just being good friends to Nick and telling Harry to piss off because they really are good people.
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flhoarder · 10 months
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Spring, ‘32, Grand Couron, Revachol
Harry du bois, gym teacher and substitute coach for regional high school games: Calling off a match between two schools when a pox-scarred kid was pushed to the ground and trampled by both teams in the middle of the game.
Later in the week he got a phone call from the kid, clearly forced by his parents to call and grumpily thanked Harry for saving him from breaking all 4 limbs. Dora jokingly commented that Harry upheld justice- he’d make a good RCM officer.
Spring ‘48, Jamrock, Revachol
Harry du bois, RCM officer, customarily drunk, pausing at his new partner’s self introduction: “I uh- recognise your voice from somewhere.”
His new partner, dryly: “You don’t say?”
Harry du bois, trying to stifle a hiccup and see straight at the same time: “There was this- From- *hiccup* Uh. *tapping forehead* No, it’s gone. Bad memory- 2 bottles of whisky.”
His new partner, nodding stiffly. “Probably a coincidence. People sound alike.”
Harry du bois, bleary-eyed: “huh. What-“
His new partner, whose name Harry already forgot: “The voice thing. It’s just a coincidence. You are drunk. You should run along.”
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sussex-sweetheart · 6 months
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varyagated · 2 years
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since none of us understand the rules of rugby here are Charlie and Nick’s positions:
Nick - Fly-half/Number 10
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This position is deceptively hard to play. There is an expectation for this guy to ‘run’ the team. This requires fantastic communication skills, leadership ability, the respect of your teammates and the skill set to execute your plans even when your forward pack might be on the back foot.
You can’t just be a good runner, or a good kicker, the 10 needs to be able to play in both styles and at the right time. Sure, a 10 might have a preference for one or the other but if there is a muddy pitch and slow ball then good luck trying to run your way out of that for 80 minutes.
Don’t forget that 10s will also be targeted by opposition ball carriers as a weak link in defence due to their usually slighter build than most and so actually have to constantly prove they can tackle the big guys in order for them not to receive more special attention.
Charlie - Right wing/Number 14
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The position of winger who wears the number 11 or 14 jersey is the easiest position on the pitch. These players tackle less than every other position and the tackle they do make are generally side-on. Furthermore, they have little to do in regards to decision making and can even get away with not being able to pass in one direction!
So long as you are rapid then nothing else really matters. There is so much less to learn than there is for more technical positions elsewhere on the pitch.
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cherryjuiceblues · 23 days
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CONVERTED SNEAK PEEK (RUGBY!HARRY) COMING SOON! (NSFR)
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“P’ppet?” It barely penetrates the thick fog of Y/N’s slumber—takes a pregnant moment for her ears to signal her brain—and then another moment for her brain to process the moniker and its mumbling speaker. They’d fallen asleep in an intimate enough of an embrace, Harry soothed when his best friend draped the weight of her body over his own in one final hug before bed. But he hadn’t let her go; hadn’t let her escape to her own side of the bed (because there was no way she was sleeping in her own hotel room after such a day) and she’d been content about it—only silently. 
How else could she feel when the mass of Harry’s biceps curled around her body like they might crush her brittle bones? Could, but never would. Safe in the arms of a very capable man, his vessel broad and solid underneath the smaller outline of her own. He feels like a boat in this position, wrapping up around her and keeping her safe from the oncoming slew of harsh waves amidst the treacherous sea.
And he’s warm. So warm. A human heater, some may tease—Y/N does tease, on frequent occasion—to extract a predictable mossy eye roll. His roiling heat paired with the compression of his hold had lulled her mind to sleep almost selfishly quickly, and if she’d been any more awake she might have fought it, might have brushed the pad of her thumb across the top of Harry’s brow until she was sure he’d drifted off. Would’ve accompanied him until he’d left the sadness of his day behind. But she just couldn’t help it, and it seemed as though Harry had only encouraged the evening of her breaths and the steady thump of her heart atop his chest. If her eyes had been open then she would’ve been able to observe the calm quirk of his lips as he gazed upon the back of her head and her face nestled into the crease of his neck.
She would have been able to see the ease in which Harry’s own eyelids fluttered shut as soon as he felt content that she was asleep. And she might have felt it necessary to call him weird to quell the nervous energy thrumming inside her body. To dispel any unwise thoughts she might conjure in the fuzzy whirl of received devotion.
They’ve moved in their sleep. No surprise, really—not with the way Harry tends to fidget and Y/N can never stay comfortable. And it takes another long, bleary moment to realise that Y/N is the only one that’s awake despite the heavy breathing and the repetition of the name in her ear. 
Her heart stutters inside her ribs.
She’s too hot, and the weight around her waist and cocooning her back is too… too much. It’s heavy, and nudges her in irregular motions, it yearns to fuse all the way down to her molecules. Part of her knows it’s Harry but the other part doesn’t understand what is reality and what is the doing of her slowly stirring consciousness.
He rouses behind her and Y/N’s spine stiffens at the movement, panicking that she’s been caught—but caught doing what exactly? Waking up? Breathing? Coming to the humiliating realisation that her best friend is dreaming of much nicer things and unaware that his body is betraying him? It dawns on her that the real fear is not knowing how to handle a situation like this. At least as long as Harry stays asleep she has time to figure it out; time to wriggle away fruitlessly.
It sparks something depraved in her lower belly and tingles all the way through her nervous system. They’ve fought before… wrestled (more accurately described as a game of cat and mouse with Y/N as the latter) and it’s brought a warmth to her cheeks that she’s always passed off as exertion. Easily believable with the creased state Harry leaves her clothes in alongside the kinks in her hair. But she knows it’s a lie. She knows that the fire of her skin is blazed alight by the inability to ever win against Harry. Maybe she should exercise more… take up boxing perhaps. Something to quell this desire. Or maybe she should get to the root of the issue instead of encouraging twisted fantasies with Harry—because she does—it’s muscle memory by now, to test her luck with a gentle swat to his arm that builds up to two, three, four, until Harry’s forced to wrap the expanse of his fingers around her easily incarcerated wrists. 
Every time, without fail, the adrenaline gives her a high. It makes her normally, composed facade crumble away in front of her very eyes. It puts a silly grin on her face and makes her skin buzz with glee. She tries to hide it, so as to not prompt any probing questions from Harry, but she’s certain she does a god-awful job. Never has Y/N been so thankful that she is the more astute of the pair.
So there’s a part of her—a rather dominant part—that yearns to make a sick game of it. To see how quickly Harry’s instincts kick in and his arms tighten up around her. Would he pull her back into his chest? Would he squeeze her as a warning and crush her body—eliciting a panic that tells her to struggle and escape just for a second? 
She knows she has to do something; can’t let him keep rutting against her backside—for his sake if nothing else. Y/N tries to imagine if it were her—ignores the depths of her mind telling her she’d love it—latches onto the humiliation and upset it would imbed deep within her brain. 
And she’s about to start wriggling, twitches only the slightest bit, before Harry’s beating her to it. In the heaviness of her slumber, and the pressing realisation, Y/N hadn’t felt the mass of Harry’s bicep nestled safely in the crook of her neck. But now she does. Now it manoeuvres her with ease and travels down to meet his other arm snug around her waist. Her own personal cage—imprisoned by warm flesh and bone, tight and compressing, holding her without the intention of ever letting her get too far away.
It travels down to his other arm, rests for a moment, before the plains of a palm smooths over an unsuspecting hip. Y/N tenses ever so slightly, surprised but not panicked… not yet. She doesn’t expect curious fingertips to reach so far, to curl into the crease of her thigh and sear right through the thick of Harry’s lended joggers.
“Harry.”
He slurs something back, still asleep, “Mm, s’okay b’by.” Whether or not her voice travels through the fog of his unconscious is unknown, but it doesn’t seem to matter. He’s only spurred further, film reel rolling—twice as fast now—spinning out of control. “I know, jus’— good, that’s good…” The strength of his arms must compare to some sort of hydraulic press, surely capable of grinding her bones down to marrow and she’s not sure she’d want to stop him.
Prickling heat washes over her from head to toe, the latter curling against the crisp hotel sheets. “Harry… Harry, wake up,” the breath floats from her lips, void of conviction in an unfamiliar way. She’s only human and the press of a body so close to her own, for the first time in longer than she’d like to admit; it builds. Slowly at first and then it starts hurtling—snowballing down a steep cliff edge with no brakes.
What if she doesn’t wake him? What if… if Harry starts to feel her weight push back into him, encouraging him, enticing him? Or if Y/N’s fingers start to dance their way down her front, tiptoe over the mound of Harry’s forearms and dip beneath the grey sweats of his she’s adorning. The thought is too tempting and she’d never forgive herself. 
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missmitchieg · 1 year
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So I noticed A Thing I do where I see this
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and go "Ah, the I-Hate-Everyone-But-You boyfriends. Lovely."
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marvelomadness06 · 1 year
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Muggle au
Would James play football or rugby??
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mrkeatingsblazer · 1 year
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Im sick to death of lanky James potter. He’s a buff lad, if he was a muggle he’d play rugby.
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expecto-kedavra · 9 months
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I know this is mainly a HL blog but I just wanted to share that when I played rugby in high school my nickname was Rango which sounds dope af but it was because I was named after the chameleon from the movie Rango bc I used to have a lazy eye and chameleons eyes are weird
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On a Hogwarts related note, what do you think the characters nicknames would be? I’d call Ominis “curtain” because a curtains is another word for blinds lol
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