him being so cautious of even slightly bumping into you, let alone knocking you off your broomstick during a game
him getting mad at his own team players for being rough with you even though you assure him it’s fine and you can handle yourself
“it’s just part of the game, babe. don’t get angry.”
“i know, but-”
“draco, it’s fine. look, i’m ok.”
“alright, but just… be careful.”
“i always am.”
everyone knowing how tough you are but draco still insists you need to look after yourself more when you play
“i know you’re the best player, y/n, everyone does… but you’re still mine, and i still need to protect you.”
you kissing him on the cheek to calm him down after someone makes either him or you lose
him surprising you by buying you the broomstick you’ve always wanted
“well you’ve been going on about this model for ages, so i thought i’d get it for you.”
“draco, you really didn’t have to. this is perfect, babe. thank you so much.”
“anything for you… you deserve it.”
him marvelling at how skilled of a player you are
when you play against slytherin, he still cheers you on even though you’re in a different house
him picking you up after you fall off of your broom
… and giving daggers to whoever made you fall, whether they’re on his team or not
him getting distracted during really important practices/games because he can’t stop looking at you
when he’s watching you on in the crowd he gets everyone to chant your name
being so proud of you whether you win or lose
“you did so great, babe. honestly, you amaze me every time you get on the pitch.”
sneaking off to the quidditch pitch in the middle of the night to have a one-on-one game
… but ending up just chasing each other around on your brooms
him losing the game for slytherin after he goes to help you back onto your broomstick instead of catching the snitch
“dray, what are you doing? you could of won!”
“you were falling, winning’s the least i care about right now. are you alright?”
“as much as i find your consideration super sweet, you really shouldn’t of done that. i’m ok, draco, really.”
“good… i love you.”
“i love you too.”
you sometimes getting mad at him for thinking you can’t take care of yourself in a match
secretly loving how protective he gets of you during a match
meeting before each game you play against each other so that he can tell you how wonderful of a player you are and you can tell him the same
him always coming to watch you practice
… mainly because he wants to make sure everyone knows your his and that no one flirts with you during practice
you becoming really good friends with ron and oliver during gryffindor practice and draco being jealous
“you’re suppose to be practicing quidditch, not pick up lines, weasley.”
“draco, babe, stop. we’re just talking.”
“remember to keep your distance, wood. not only are you on the same team but that’s my girl you’re-”
“dray! stop it.”
you never really being able to talk to a male team mate without him making himself known
“there’s my girl. just thought i’d come by to wish you luck.”
“babe, i just saw you. 15 minuets ago.”
“… even more luck then.”
him letting you catch the snitch even though he knew that meant his team losing
him being secretly terrified of you during a game where you’d play each others teams
you secretly being jealous of the attention he’d get from slytherin girls
“everything alright, babe?”
“fine, draco… fine.”
“nothing… i see you’ve got a few fans over there.”
“and you’re jealous, are you?”
… then you making him kiss you in front of them
“i’m your number 1 fan, draco, just remember that.”
going to the three broomsticks together after each practice
… and him insisting on paying every time
him and ron holding you on their shoulders after you catch the winning snitch
all of the girls being jealous of how supportive he is of you
snape having to keep an eye on him during big games so that he doesn’t use magic against someone who might hurt you
him thinking you’re really badass when he watches you practice
him thinking it’s cute when you get pissed at someone from the opposite team
“y/n, you know you’re the best player in gryffindor, don’t waste your time thinking about one small match… besides, you’re adorable when you’re angry.”
both being so incredibly proud of each other when you get the positions you wanted after try-outs
more people turning out to the matches you and draco were playing against each other because they wanted to be there if something happened
when you ref for slytherin you let him off or pretend you don’t notice when he should obviously get a penalty, and him doing the same for you
when he refs for gryffindor he sends anyone off who even slightly hurts you
being in the daily prophet together after having an article written about the two of you being the ‘quidditch power couple’
… and in the photo you’re both stood by each other, wearing your quidditch uniforms, holding your brooms, draco’s arm is wrapped around you, and he’s giving you a kiss on the cheek
you and him both keeping a cut out of the article without the other one knowing
him being really mad at blaise for cheering on a slytherin that pushes you out of the way of the snitch
if he loses a game you always know how to cheer him up ;)
… and if you lose, he really knows how to cheer you up
when he can’t be at one of your matches he worries so much about whether you’re ok
you kissing him good luck before every one of his matches
his team mates making fun of him being so gentle with you during practice
both of you being known as the best players in your house
blaise and the rest of his team mates being mad at you for sometimes making him late to practice because you wanted to spend time with him
draco telling them to stop being so grumpy
you feeling really disheartened for him when slytherin loses because you know he tried his best
always walking to practice together
him being mad at the ref if you get sent off
draco always talking about how good of a player you are to blaise after every match or practice
“…i mean, i know i’m bias, being her boyfriend and all, but isn’t she just the greatest player hogwarts has ever had? … and the cutest…”
him getting really angry and argumentative with any teacher that gives him detention when he’s suppose to watch you practice
you doing the same
him thinking you look really cute in your quidditch uniform
… and you sometimes wearing his because you know how much he likes it
borrowing each others brooms sometimes
everyone being extra scared to mess with you during practice or a game because they know not only are they messing with you but there also messing with draco
oliver wood offering to give you extra training only because he wants to maintain your skill but draco getting jealous and protective
when you do train with oliver, draco always gets really paranoid that he’s only doing it because he thinks he likes you
… and draco coming to ‘pick you up’ after practice with oliver because he wants to make sure he doesn’t flirt with you or that oliver’s not trying anything
“draco, even if he did like me, which he doesn’t, you know nothing would ever happen between us. i’m only interested in quidditch. and you.”
going on dates to watch ravenclaw play hufflepuff
him thinking it’s really cute when you cheer on your ravenclaw/hufflepuff friends, or get mad and shout at the ref
critiquing matches together
teasing him by saying the ravenclaw captain is better than him
“you know i’m only teasing, dray… but seriously, you might want to think about upping your game.”
“and you might want to think about wiping that smirk off of your face.”
him being able the get the best seats for you to national and international matches because of his father
knowing each others favourite players
… but he always says you’re his favourite player
“yeah, krum’s good, but he’s nowhere near as good as you, y/n.”
“if that were only true…”
“it is to me.”
you kissing him in front of everyone after he wins for slytherin
“thank you, sweetheart.”
the crowd of people around him all ‘woo’-ing and wolf-whistling you both after you kiss him
you always asking him if you could see the snitch he caught
him giving you the snitch as a gift because he knew how much you liked it
jokingly asking him to sign your broom after he wins the match
… and he actually does it
… but you secretly quite like it and look at it all the time
quidditch basically just having a big role in your relationship & lives
… and him knowing it’s your dream to become a professional quidditch player and play for england
“i just know it’s going to happen, y/n. you’re the best player i’ve ever seen.”
lol this is super long and wasn’t requested but i was bored and thought this was a really cute idea. i want to do more of these types of imagines so expect some of these in the future. also, i know it’s been a while since i’ve posted. it’s because i’ve been working on part 3 of distant and it’s taking forever to get right, but will hopefully be out later this month. thank you guys for reading my stuff, i really appreciate it :)
Alex laid sprawled out on the couch staring at her third empty glass of scotch on the coffee table. Her stomach growled. She felt the alcohol calming her. She watched the fireplace through the crystal glass.
She had gotten off work early because of the team’s rough encounter with a rogue alien. They didn’t realize the alien had a partner until he attacked Alex on her way home from work. As each flame flickered, she saw the blast from the ray gun that struck her motorcycle earlier that day. Her heart ached for her motorcycle.
She heard a knock on her apartment door and took a deep breath. She grabbed her gun from the coffee table and looked through the peephole. She sighed, put her gun on the mantle, and opened the door.
“Hey,” Maggie lifted a grocery bag in each hand. “Can I come in?”
“Of course,” Alex smiled and stepped aside.
“So I was looking for you after work today and Kara told me about your ride…” Maggie placed the bags on the island. “I figured it was too late for dinner, so I brought dessert.” She wrinkled her brows and smiled.
Alex dragged her feet towards Maggie and kissed her. Maggie held onto Alex’s waist and Alex rested her head in the crook of her neck.
"Are you okay?” Maggie asked softly as she began to slowly rub Alex’s back. She loved the feeling of holding this woman in her arms. The sweet, intimate gesture of trust bewildered her just as much as it comforted her.
"I just had a really shit day,” Alex mumbled into her neck.
"Well how ‘bout we turn that shit day into a Sunday funday?” she smiled and kissed Alex’s temple.
Alex looked at her and raised an eyebrow. Though she hated when her fingertips lost the touch of Alex's body, Maggie let go of her waist and opened the grocery bags.
One by one, she named the items as she brought them out. “Neapolitan ice cream, bananas, whipped cream, and dark chocolate chips.”
"You’re so cute,” Alex said as she reached for two bowls in one of the cupboards.
Maggie rolled her eyes. “Ha, yeah we’ll see about that.”
"Is that a threat?” Alex laughed and set the bowls and an ice cream scooper on the island. She walked towards the sink to grab a cutting board and Maggie gave her ass a nice little smack. Alex turned her head and gasped a smile.
"Maybe,” Maggie winked at her with a smirking half-smile.
The women finished their Sundays on the couch in front of the fire. The heat comforted them just as much as the sweet coldness of their treat.
"The dark chocolate chips were the best,” Maggie leaned back with her hands behind her head and closed her eyes.
Alex bit her lip and eyed her ice cream bowl mischievously. There was one dark chocolate chip left.
Maggie felt movement on the couch and before she knew it, Alex was straddling her lap. She leaned down to kiss her and Maggie put her hands on her waist. Maggie's tongue reached into Alex's mouth and found a dark chocolate chip on her waiting tongue.
Maggie smiled and traced her thumb over Alex's bottom lip. "Have I ever told you how crazy I feel when you kiss me?" Maggie said softly, half smiling.
Alex smiled and put her hand behind Maggie’s neck and pulled her in for a deep kiss. "No, but I kinda had the idea," alex laughed.
Lips in passionate movement, she slid her fingers across Maggie’s collarbone and slipped off her leather jacket. They broke just long enough to get Maggie’s shirt over her head so she was only in a bra and jeans. Maggie felt Alex’s perky braless nipples through her thin pajama shirt.
Alex stood up and pulled Maggie up off the couch. She removed Maggie's shirt over her head and led her to the bedroom. Maggie undid her belt and removed her own pants, then Alex's pajama pants.
Maggie leaned over Alex as they got onto the bed and under the covers. Alex felt Maggie’s body heat radiate out of her body. Maggie put a knee against Alex’s panties and she let out a gasp. She unclipped Maggie’s bra and threw it on the floor, making Maggie laugh.
"Eager much?” she nibbled at her neck.
"Just a little,” Alex tried to sound calm, but her voice shook, noticeably aroused.
"Right,” Maggie stroked her fingers up Alex’s panties, feeling the heat and wetness. “A little,” she replied sarcastically.
The heat of Alex’s center made her so wet. She sucked hard at Alex’s neck and gave a loud gasp when her nipple was given a tiny pinch. As Maggie pushed her knee against Alex’s wet center, she rocked their bodies back and forth on the bed. Maggie moved to suck on Alex’s breast, just above her nipple. She looked up at her and stopped sucking to bite her lip shyly, noticing the bright red mark she had made on her neck.
"What?” Alex asked breathing hard.
"Nothing,” Maggie smirked and resumed her second hickey on Alex’s breast, making Alex throw her head back in pleasure. Maggie’s tongue flicked her perky nipple and she let out a breathless moan. Maggie held Alex’s nipple between her teeth and pulled gently, causing a deep, throaty moan to escape Alex's lips.
Maggie looked at the fresh hickey on her breast, smirked proudly at her work, and then started another next to Alex’s belly button. She wanted to kiss every inch of this woman's beautiful body. A kiss for every time Alex loved her by trusting her. A kiss for every time Alex didn't give up on her.
She moved to her hip bone and kissed her skin softly. She slid off Alex’s panties, seeing their dampness. She couldn't believe that she was the one causing this woman to be so aroused.
"God, you’re so wet,” she said. Alex replied by pulling her neck down to kiss her. Maggie pushed Alex's head back down so that she laid back down on the bed, then lowered herself towards her wet center. She left one last hickey on the inside of her thigh, and then slicked her tongue up Alex’s slit. Alex arched her back sharply when Maggie slipped her tongue inside, all the way up to her clit. Her tongue circled her clit slowly a few times before picking up speed.
Alex looked down at Maggie’s face buried between her legs. “Fuck,” was all she could manage while staring at the scene. Maggie loved hearing her cuss. The only times Alex cussed were in the field, or in the bedroom with her. She kept those memories like badges of honor.
She went back up to suck at Alex’s other nipple and straddled her thigh. She inserted two fingers into Alex and began rocking their bodies and she pumped them. Alex pulled her up so that she could kiss her. She could feel Maggie’s wet heat on her thigh. Her mouth breathed gasps against Maggie’s lips as she pumped her fingers faster. Alex's eyes shut tight and her back arched sharply as she threw her head back. Maggie could feel the clenching around her fingers. She kept pumping her fingers as Alex rode out her orgasm, her entire body shaking in pleasure.
Maggie laid on her side next to Alex and stroked the skin on her stomach. Alex rolled over and laid her head on Maggie’s chest.
“I’m gonna need a second,” she said with eyes closed in embarrassment, making Maggie chuckle and kiss the top of her head.
Maggie's fingertips traced the soft skin of Alex's bare back. Alex chuckled. "What's so funny, Danvers?" Maggie raised an eyebrow.
"I just realized..." she look up at Maggie, "even if I can't ride my motorcycle anymore, I can still ride out these orgasms." She bit her lip as soon as she made the cheesy joke and Maggie rolled her eyes at the ceiling.
"Whatever you say, nerd," Alex bit her lip and stared at Maggie's blissful smile, a smile she could fall in love with again and again for the rest of her life.
Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen, the First of Her Name, the Unburnt, Queen of Meereen, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains, and Mother of Dragons.
…..and I just realised how long her full title is.