#all cricket match prediction

[eiightysixbaby]

princess leia, and other wishes

pairing: bestfriend!eddie munson x fem!reader

wishing on a star? i guess it can’t hurt… (1.7k)

cw: mutual pining, eddie calls r an asshole playfully, fluff fluff fluff

a/n: just something short and sweet with our favorite guy 🥹 this really started as something smaller to give me a break from writing my longer oneshots. enjoy!!

The grass is prickly beneath your fingers, your palm outstretched beyond the edges of the blanket beneath you, pulling absentmindedly at the lush green strands.

Night fell some time ago, the sky a deep inky blue above you with stars that twinkle spectacularly as far as the eye can see.

Eddie lays beside you, hands clasped on his chest as he looks up at the bright flickering dots. You’d come out to this field on a whim, a random suggestion from him to go stargazing. Tucked high on a hill, away from the lights of Hawkins, you feel as though you can see every galaxy.

Occasionally you find yourself stealing glances at him, watching the way his chest rises and falls easily with each breath. If you were braver, you’d roll onto your side and study every inch of his face, radiantly beautiful even in the dark.

You feel his pinky finger graze your side, and you turn your face to his.

“You need to come up with a wish, in case we see a shooting star,” he says, his voice conspiratorial, like he’s telling you about a top-secret operation.

The corner of your mouth twitches in a sort of smile. “D’you believe in that junk?”

He chuckles lightly, shrugging. “Not really, but it’s worth a shot, right?”

“Yeah. Worth a shot,” you reply, feeling your heart thrumming in your chest.

Both of you turn your faces back to the sky, listening to the crickets chirp in the grass around you. Occasionally you hear the faint, dreamlike sound of car horns honking on the roads beyond. Being here with Eddie, in your quiet secluded oasis all alone, only ramps up your suppressed longing for him. Your right hand and his left rest mere centimeters apart from each other on the worn blanket, and you swear your skin vibrates with the desire to touch his.

You allow yourself a moment to wonder if he's feeling the same urge, if it's as hard for him to hold back as it is for you. The weight of your yearning is heavy on your chest, as if you have an anvil sitting on top of you and stealing your breath. You curse yourself for letting it get this bad, this stupid crush on your best friend that never should've started to begin with.

You're broken from your thoughts as one of his hands reaches out to grab your arm, his other hand pointing up at the velvety blue above. Sure enough, a shooting star streaks across the sky; a blink-and-you'll-miss-it moment. As you watch it, you're unaware of the fact that Eddie is watching you.

One foolish wish crosses your mind.

"Okay, I honestly didn't think we'd actually see one," Eddie says beside you. His fingers release their grip on your arm, and you find yourself missing the soft squeeze of them. “So, what'd ya wish for?” He waggles his brows expectantly, waiting for your answer.

You swallow hard before forcing yourself into a lighthearted tone. “No way, if I tell you it won't come true.”

He scoffs, rolling onto his side so he's facing you. “What happened to not believing in 'that junk'?” he jokes. “Now you're getting all superstitious on me.”

You match his movement, rolling onto your side as well.

“My wishes are top secret, sorry,” you reply, miming zipping your lips shut.

“No fair! What if I tell you mine?”

“Let me guess, you wished Steve would finally let you steal that Slave Leia cardboard cutout from Family Video?”

He narrows his eyes. “Okay, am I that predictable?”

“Yes,” you say deadpan, trying not to crack a smile. He doesn't reply, just stares at you, like he's committing every inch of your face to his permanent memory. It's too much, and you avert your gaze abruptly from his deep brown eyes. You're suddenly far too close to him, and your heart feels like it might claw out of your chest and find a home in his instead.

You lie on your back once more, your breathing shallow as your heartbeat races.

A finger pokes you in the ribs.

“Will you pleeeeease tell me what you wished for?” Eddie asks, giving you his best pout and puppy eyes.

“What if I didn’t wish for anything?”

“Nice try.”

“Why is it so important to you what I wished for?” you ask, intending to stall as long as you can. You could come up with a lie, some dumb filler wish, but you know Eddie would see right through it.

“Honestly, the fact that you won’t tell me is driving me crazy. So now I need to know or I’ll literally die.”

You huff, reaching a hand out to cover his still-pouting face with an open palm. “You are SO dramatic.”

His tongue licks a flat stripe up your palm, making you recoil with a gasp. You go to swat at him, but he moves quicker than you, pinning your arms down on either side of your head. His knees press into the blanket on either side of you, his body hovering over yours but not quite touching anywhere.

He’s keeping his distance. Your heart aches. You want more than anything to pull him into you, press your lips to his.

“Tell me your wish, you little asshole!” he says, a devious smile playing on his lips.

When you don’t return his playfulness, his teasing, is when his brow furrows. You look too serious beneath him, lost in thought. He moves again to sit beside you, letting go of the hold he had on your wrists.

“Hey, what’s up? If it’s that big of a deal, you don’t have to tell me. Swear, I was just messing around.”

You shake your head, groaning softly as you rub your hands down your face, your skin stretching with the motion. “Eddie, you have no idea.”

“What do you mean?”

Your words barely come out audible the first time, and he can’t hear you over the singing crickets and the slight breeze rustling the leaves.

“I wished for you,” you say again, after he asks you to repeat yourself.

“Me? But I’m— I’m right here. I’m sorry, are you being funny, or?” he trails off, not putting the pieces together in his head.

“Eddie,” you say, sitting up now.

“Yeah?”

This is a bad idea, you think to yourself. Bad idea bad idea bad idea.

And yet you push yourself to keep talking. To not lose your nerve. To get an answer, finally. Because there’s a smaller voice in your head that’s telling you this is right.

“Can I kiss you?”

His eyes go wide, confusion crossing his features like he’s not sure he heard you right. “Wh- me? Now? You want to kiss me?”

He’s not into it. Retreat. Retreat. Retreat.

“I wished for you,” you say with a shaky inhale. “Because I want you, as more than a friend.” You’re speaking so quietly he has to lean in to hear you.

He doesn’t say anything for a minute, and for once you can’t gauge his expression. You’re ready to tell him to forget it, to get up and haul ass out of this field and back to the van, but then he clears his throat.

“Swear you’re not messing with me,” he says finally. His eyes search your face almost frantically, and your breath catches in your throat.

“I’m not messing with you, Eddie. I mean it.” You aren’t sure how you even manage to say the words. You feel like all of the oxygen has left your lungs.

“Well, shit. Then yeah,” he says, almost bashfully. “Yeah, you can kiss me.”

Your eyes blow wide, blinking at him while you make sure you heard him right.

“I can?”

“Did you think I’d say no? Shit, sweetheart, I would’ve let you kiss me ages ago. O-or I would’ve done it myself, but y’know, I didn’t want to cross a line or anything—”

“Eddie,” you say, a smile breaking out on your face.

“Damn, my wish was so fucking stupid. I mean you’re out here wishing for me, and I really couldn’t see the signs? I’m so sorry—”

“Eddie!” He stops his rambling, eyes wide as they meet yours.

You don’t give him the chance to say anything else, leaning forward into his personal space. You let one hand come up to hold his jaw gently, pressing your lips to his in your final act of bravery.

It’s such a fucking cliche, but you swear there’s fireworks going off the moment you kiss each other. You can see them behind your closed eyelids, vibrant colors bursting before you. His lips are so soft against yours, the way you’d imagined them to be on all of those restless nights spent tossing and turning and yearning in your bed.

When you pull away, you can hear your heartbeat loud in your ears. His eyes are huge and bright, like the galaxies up above shrunk down to fit inside his dark irises. Neither of you know what to say at first, and it’s silent until you both erupt into a fit of giggles. His hands are warm when they take yours, letting his thumbs run over your knuckles.

“Can we please do that again?” he asks, a sweet smirk tugging at one corner of his pretty mouth.

In lieu of a verbal response, you simply lean back into him, kissing him harder this time. Far more sure of yourself. His hands find your waist, holding you so softly. You'd be perfectly content staying in this moment forever, fireflies twinkling in the grass surrounding you as your mouth moves slowly against Eddie's.

There’s no awkwardness, not a single hint of doubt pooling in your gut. His hands feel like they were made to hold you and his lips slot with yours like they were molded to fit together. This time it's him who pulls away, a boyish grin spreading across his face.

“Would you look at that,” he says. “Wishes really do come true.”

“Should we go talk to Steve about yours?” you tease, letting your nose brush against his.

A puff of air leaves his nose, a quiet laugh. "Nah, I'm good with this."

“Me too.”

When he eases you down onto the blanket, his weight on top of yours as he kisses you breathless, you have no complaints. The stars twinkle down at you, and everything is perfect.

[ak319]

Yan G!P athlete x fem!reader

── Reece Milford

Headcanon/Intro

AN: She's here finally-ヽ（≧□≦）ノfor those of you who don't know her, she's a side character from this series.

Warnings/MDNI: none, not much in this one tho, little age gap, (reader is 20 and OC is 23-24), suggestive themes.

Where do I even begin? Reece Milford, daughter of Edward Milford, a respected real estate mogul, and Catherine Milford, a poised philanthropist who runs a foundation supporting arts and culture. Then there’s Oliver, her older brother, a sharp and ambitious lawyer. Reece is the middle child, flanked by Lily, her sweet and free-spirited younger sister. The Milford family is as sophisticated as they come each member’s life is meticulously curated, their names whispered in the circles that matter.

But Reece? She’s different. Her story doesn’t follow the same predictable trajectory. It’s on the cricket field where she truly stands out. What started at high school with local matches soon spiraled into her securing a spot on the country’s national team. The media adores her, sophisticated, charming, a heartthrob on the pitch.

In high school, it was no secret that Reece had girls vying for her attention left and right. She didn’t even have to try, her height, athletic build, and effortless charm made her magnetic. But to Reece, they were just passing faces. Sure, she’d engage in lighthearted flirting now and then, but that was the extent of it. She wasn’t interested in dating, and playing around simply wasn’t her thing. Not like... a certain someone in her circle, but that was a story for another time (lmao- we all know who that is-)

Reece had always been the type to joke a little about girls, her teasing never crossing the line of respect. But if locker room talk ever got out of hand? That’s when her temper flared. She had no patience for that kind of nonsense, and more than a few people learned the hard way not to push their luck. She wasn’t just protecting some abstract principle, either, it hit close to home. With a little sister of her own, she refused to let anyone think it was okay to disrespect women.

Despite her grounded nature, rumors swirled around her. Whispers of Reece being a "playgirl" spread through jealous lips or from the sting of rejected love letters. None of it was true, of course, but she never wasted time defending herself. She knew who she was, and that was enough. Let people believe what they wanted, she had more important things to focus on.

But....despite this Reece held very specific views about women and love, and any notions of "dating" seemed trivial in the face of her goals.

As for family life, Reece barely spent quality time with her parents, especially her mother. While her dad was often caught up in his business dealings, her mom, Catherine, had thrown herself into her foundation. Prior to that, Catherine had been a full-time housewife, focused on raising the children. Reece had often been the one to suffer from the absence, not having the constant presence of her mother like Oliver did, and now, Lily didn’t have to face the same issues either. With her mom now running a larger foundation and becoming more involved with social media and community work, Catherine had less on her plate. She got to spend more time with Lily. But Reece, as the middle child, felt somewhat forgotten as she didn't experience that with Catherine as a kid and now was often at odds with her parents, especially her mother.

As time went on, Reece's views began to shift. She became firm in her belief that women should focus on the home, that their place was to care for children, nurture the family, and run the household. To her, the idea of being a "housewife" wasn’t a limitation, it was a duty, a role that held strength in its own right. Reece swore to herself that no matter what, she would never allow her wife to treat their children the way she had felt, neglected, forgotten, caught in the emotional distance of a career-driven mother.

Though the trio never discussed this but it was clear that her brother Oliver didn’t share her views, nor did her father, but that only made her resolve harder. She knew what she believed, and she was determined to make it a reality.

But the question lingers: what’s happening off the field? What happens behind the polished exterior of this icon of strength and good sportswomanship.

The truth? It’s you. Yes, you entered the picture.

Who are you, exactly?

You were just a mutual friend of Lily’s. Yes, when you and Lily grew close, you often found yourself invited to sleepovers at the Milford estate, something Lily loved, especially since their mansion was so vast, offering plenty of room for laughter and whispered secrets. It wasn’t uncommon for you to join, and given how the family was a bit overprotective of Lily, she rarely stayed at anyone else’s house.

She couldn’t explain why, but when she caught that brief glimpse of you, how shy and nervous you seemed in her presence, it made her chuckle, and something fluttered in her chest.

When you and her first saw each other in the hallway for the first time, you had just started college. Reece was 23, still grinding away in small leagues, always pushing herself, always working tirelessly with the hope of making it onto the national team. She had no interest in distractions, not in the form of dates or anything else. Her focus was singular, her ambitions far too important.

After that, she almost forgot about you. But then one night, when Lily thought everyone was settled in their rooms, preparing for bed, she saw the perfect opportunity to sneak out at 10 p.m. She assumed Reece was out with her friends, leaving the coast clear. But imagine her shock when, as you were backing your car out of the driveway, Reece suddenly pulled up and spotted Lily sitting in the passenger seat.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Reece snapped, her voice cutting through the night air. “Why were you sneaking out, huh?”

"J-just to grab a bite, Reece. Nothing else-" Lily stammered, her voice trembling under the intensity of Reece’s gaze.

Reece’s eyes flickered to you, and her expression hardened. She stepped closer, her tone sharp and commanding. “And you!” she barked, making your body flinch involuntarily. “What example are you setting here? She has a curfew for a reason.”

“But we’re 20, not 15,” You spoke up and she was almost shocked at your unexpected retort but her anger overpowered her.

Reece’s gaze didn’t waver. “Listen to me here,” she said, her voice low but laced with authority. She took a few steps closer, towering over both of you, her eyes never leaving yours. “First of all, this is our family, and you have no say in what we do. It’s never safe out there, and considering your background, it’s clear your parents never bothered to teach you even the basics-”

“How dare you!” You snapped, a surge of anger flooding your chest. “God! Lily, you never told me your sister was such a jerk!” Her words really stung, aimed directly at your middle-class background.

“Well, now you know.” You could feel the hurt rising in your chest, but you didn’t fight it. Instead, you turned on your heel and walked back to the car, your emotions bubbling over.

"Wait no! (Y/N)! I AM SORRY- REECE WHAT THE FUCK?!-" Lily's protests and apologies were blocked as you slammed your door and sped off.

It was a mistake. A mistake to be friends with someone like Lily, someone from a world so different from yours. Your heart ached as you drove, the weight of the words hanging heavily in the air. You cried all the way home, the tears blurring your vision, but deep down, you knew it wasn’t Lily’s fault. She had always been kind, humble, everything you admired. But Reece? She was a jackass.

Lily’s calls and messages flooded your phone, but you couldn’t bring yourself to answer. The hurt was too fresh, too raw.

Back at the Milford house, things weren’t any better. Lily, devastated by your silence, found herself hating her sister even more.

“You ruined our fucking friendship!” Lily shouted, her voice thick with frustration and hurt.

“I ruined it?!” Reece shot back, incredulous. Her voice grew louder, her anger flaring. “You’re blaming me for this?”

"You shouldn’t have been so rude to her!” Lily’s words hit hard, her emotions raw and unfiltered.

"Yeah , Reece, you shouldn't have said that to her."

"Dad, please- don't side with Lily on this one. I was just pissed and I said it! And next time she will think twice before-"

"You don’t get to dictate everything, including who I’m friends with! You can’t just go around hurting people like this!"

Before Reece could respond, Lily threw her hands up in exasperation. “I never asked for this! I never wanted you to act like this!”

With a sharp exhale, Lily stormed past her sister, her anger making the house feel smaller. She marched down the hallway, her footsteps heavy as she slammed the door to her room behind her.

Reece stood there, stunned, a mixture of regret and disbelief flickering across her face. But Lily didn’t give her the chance to apologize, she was already alone in her room, seething.

“You need to apologize to your sister, Reece. We didn’t raise you to be rude, especially to a girl. You need to apologize to both of them.” Her mother’s voice rang out, sharp and disapproving.

Yeah, right, Mom. 'Raise,' my ass.

With a bitter scoff, Reece stormed off, slamming her bedroom door behind her. She flopped onto her bed, pulling a ball from the corner of the room. Without a second thought, she tossed it up and down, her eyes unfocused, lost in thought. It was a habit she had whenever she was deep in contemplation or feeling the weight of stress, letting the ball float in the air, caught only by her tired hands.

Her mind shifted from wondering how to apologize to her little sister, to a sudden, unexpected realization, how the hell was she supposed to apologize to you?

What the fuck?

She had never apologized to anyone, ever. And you...

A part of her knew that she wasn’t just pissed at you for sneaking out with Lily, but because you had no regard for your own safety either. That’s what really made her angry. You were driving here alone, just... She took it the worst way. She focused her frustration on you.

And yet, there was something else, something that amused her. How you’d gone from the shy, skittish girl, who ran off to hide in Lily’s room the moment she saw her in the hallway, to this... straight-talking, confident version of yourself.

Cute...

"You think a takeout is gonna make things right?" Lily said, scrolling through reels on her phone.

"I’ve ordered gifts for you too."

"Don’t need ‘em."

Reece set the food down on the bedside table and sat on her bed, a hint of determination settling in.

"Give me her number."

"What?"

"I need to apologize to her. (Y/N). Give me her number. Now."

Lily hesitated, sensing the mix of gentleness and firmness in Reece’s tone. With a sigh, she sent the number to Reece’s phone.

"But... I don’t think she’ll forgive that easily. And for fuck’s sake, don’t say anything stupid. She finally went normal with me, and I don’t want you messing that up again-"

"I won’t, jeez. Eat up now."

With that, Reece walked out, unable to hide the smirk that tugged at her lips as she saved your number.

────

You were, as usual, putting the clothes in their proper places, mentally planning to get started on your assignment as soon as you got to your apartment after your shift at the boutique. Okay, next, check the bags...

"Hey."

You flinched and turned around to see Reece. You didn’t say anything, just stared at her.

"Um... I wanted to sincerely apologize... for, well, since you didn’t respond to my message-"

"So you came to my workplace?"

"I had to, okay? I just didn’t want to be the reason you have any sour feelings toward my family... or even Lily."

"I don’t," you replied, trying to sound neutral, but your heart was still racing. "I mean, they’re all very nice."

They.....Not me, huh? Don't you have a way with words...

She chuckled, clicking her tongue as she restrained herself from checking you out. Fuck, get a hold of yourself.

"I understand. I’m a jackass, a jerk, a douche. Valid. I deserve that. But please, don’t make your pretty face devoid of that smile because of me."

Okay, that took you off guard.

"Um-"

"I'll be right back, okay?" With that, she stalked off somewhere in the shop. You rolled your eyes, already knowing exactly what type of person she was: rich family, big ego--oh a customer!

Minutes later, while you were helping a woman, she popped back in, several bags in her hands, bags from not only the brand you worked for, but others around the street as well.

"Here. For you."

"What?! I’m not taking this-"

"Yes, you are. You definitely are. A token of my apology."

Every item cost more than your monthly rent. Though you were kind of touched, you reminded yourself that, at the end of the day, she had once again proved, even in her apology, that she was better than you. Yes, that’s what you felt. If she had just walked away after apologizing, that would have been enough.

"No, I am definitely not."

That took her off guard. Didn’t girls love expensive stuff?

"The apology was enough, alright? I get it, you’re rich and stuff. But you don’t need to prove your sincerity. I get it. You’re protective of Lily; she’s told me that. No need for these. Please."

Hm...

"I-I get it." Did you just fucking stutter in front of a girl, Reece? You loser.

"Um, thank you for accepting it." Her voice softened, but inside, a new thought took root.

Fuck these gifts anyway. You’re going to get that fucking ring on your damn finger, no matter what. She’ll make that happen. No way you're going to reject that.

That night her eyes had lit up when she saw that you had seen her message at least.

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What you didn't expect was a notification pinging on your phone the next day.

"Hey, wanted to ask, can I at least take you out? A little compensation for that late grab bite you missed with Lily."

You raised an eyebrow at the text. The pickup line was casual, playful even, but something in it made your stomach twist. Was she trying to make this seem like no big deal? You sighed, knowing there was a lot more to it.

Should you ask Lily about this? She might know what was really going on....

You quickly typed a response, trying to play it off lightly.

"Hi, thanks, but it’s fine really. I’m good."

You sent it before you could second-guess yourself. But as soon as you hit send, a sense of dread crept in. Was that too dismissive? Was it rude? You didn’t want to come off that way, but this whole situation felt... off.

Reece, however, wasn’t the type to take “no” for an answer. She knew that Lily was a factor in all of this. But Reece wasn't the kind of person who let things like that stop her. No, she was determined to make sure you knew how serious she was.

"Reece, c'mon. (Y/N) just told me that-"

"Yeah, so?" Reece cut her off, a sharp edge to her voice. "Can't see your sister settling down, huh?"

The insult was quick and biting, catching Lily off guard. She flinched, a mix of confusion and anger flashing across her face.

"Settling down-?! And you? Look as much as I want to believe you saying that you don't engage in casual flings, I still find it unbelievable." Lily sputtered, eyes wide in disbelief.

Reece’s eyes darkened. "Listen here, I really, really like her, Lily. Not that you’d understand what that feels like. And don't tell me you believe everything they spewed about me. I thought you knew it."

Lily's face flushed, hands balling into fists. "No you don’t! You don’t even know what love is, it’s probably just lust, the same way you feel for every other girl-"

"Lily!" Edward spoke up, his voice firm but patient. "Can you relax? There's nothing wrong with going on a date. You should be a tad bit supportive, love. And stop doubting Reece's intentions."

"But Dad!" Lily's voice cracked with frustration. "What if she hurts (Y/N)? Didn't she had a problem with her background in the first place?"

"Enough!. I will go on a date and you can't stop me!"

Neither can you.

Oliver sighed sharing a look with his mother, leaning back in his chair, his fingers rubbing his temples. "Weekend with family always has some drama going on," he muttered, half-amused, half-exasperated.

Lily felt bad...she did. Guilty for being dubious about Reece's intentions straight from the start. You are a good, kind and fun person, not to mention her very close friend. And so she decided to make things right...by texting you.

"Reece really really likes you, and trust me, she's serious about this. I've never seen or heard bout her being this interested in someone, LIKE EVER. It's always the opposite. So do give her a chance. If you want to of course . Tbh shippin' u both already. 😛

That very Sunday's quiet evening, a knock on your apartment door caught you off guard. You weren’t expecting anyone, especially not Reece. You opened the door cautiously, your heart sinking at the sight of her standing there, casual yet somehow imposing.

"Hey," she greeted with that trademark confidence that made your chest tighten, her smile a little too knowing. "Lily told me your address."

You froze for a second, trying to process the words, before realizing the implications. "Lily... told you?" you asked, though it came out more as a question to herself than to Reece. Of course, Lily had probably shared everything already.

"Yeah," Reece said, unbothered, her gaze steady. "I thought we could grab something light and simple. Just...it won't be long."

You stood there, conflicted. She had this way of making you feel as if saying no would be an impossibility. "Reece, I..." you started, but her eyes softened, and she took a small step forward, clearly unphased by your hesitation.

"Come on, just a little something. I won’t make it weird," she added, the final words almost playful, though there was something in the way she said it that made you question if you’d be able to say no.

You bit your lip, glancing back into your apartment. But what choice did you have? Saying no felt like inviting a new round of awkwardness, and she seemed determined. Besides, there was a part of you, no matter how much you tried to ignore it, that was curious about why Reece kept pushing. Also the fact you didn't have any experience dating. And then...Lily's message made your heart flutter too.

"Okay," you finally relented, your voice a little quieter than you intended. "But just a quick bite. That’s it."

A victorious smile spread across her face, her posture shifting from relaxed to almost predatory, but in a playful way. "Great," she said, turning on her heel. "Let’s go."

And that's how it began. You, dating Reece Milford.

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Dating her was nothing short of a dream, really. She was caring, understanding, and, if you were honest, a total golden retriever in human form. Watching matches together, her dragging you to her practices while making you wear her shirts with her name.

She was protective, sometimes to the point of being a bit too much, but you didn’t mind. In fact, it was endearing in its own way. And if someone from high school or an old fling tried their luck again with a call or a text? Oh, they didn’t stand a chance. Without hesitation, she’d block them or, better yet, hand you her phone and insist you respond or answer the call with a simple, "She’s taken."

She recorded one of those moments once, and to this day, it’s still her favorite video. Even when you’re a bit shy and clearly embarrassed in it, she treasures it like gold, replaying it whenever she needs a smile.

She knows her family name intimidates you and she’s painfully aware that her own words might’ve made you feel insecure at times. That’s why now, every moment she spends with you is dedicated to ensuring you understand that her last name means absolutely nothing when it comes to you.

She goes out of her way to make it clear that her family adores you, too. In fact, she’s quick to remind you of how her mom can’t stop asking about your hobbies or how her dad brings up your name during family dinners like you’re already one of them.

And then there’s your own parents. Your dad, especially, was practically beaming when he found out you were dating a daughter of such a prestigious family in the city. She teases you about it sometimes, calling you her “mom's favorite,” but deep down, she loves how everyone can see what she already knew: you’re perfect for her, and no family name, no status, could ever change that.

You glance at your reflection in the car window for what feels like the hundredth time. The dress you’re wearing, a simple but elegant number Reece insisted looked "absolutely stunning" on you, suddenly feels all wrong. Too plain? Too tight? Too loose? Too… not enough?

Reece parks the car in front of the grand gates of her family’s estate, but instead of stepping out, you sit frozen, clutching your bag like it’s a lifeline.

“Hey,” Reece’s voice is soft, her hand finding yours. “You good?”

You bite your lip, debating whether to admit the truth. But she knows you too well, and the furrow of her brow tells you she’s already figured out something’s off.

“I just…” You let out a shaky sigh, your gaze dropping to your lap. “I don’t know if I’m… if I look… right for this. For them.”

Reece is quiet for a moment, and when you finally glance at her, you see her jaw tighten, her hazel eyes narrowing like she’s preparing to fight someone.

“Are you serious right now?” she asks, her voice a mix of disbelief and affection. “You’re worried about how you look?”

You nod hesitantly, avoiding her gaze. "I just… your family’s um so perfect y'know. I just..."

Reece leans back in her seat, running a hand through her hair as if trying to figure out how to respond. Her heart breaks at your sullen expression. Then, without warning, she reaches over, cupping your face gently but firmly, forcing you to look at her.

“First of all,” she says, her voice low and steady, “you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, and always will be, and nothing anyone says or thinks is going to change that. Got it?”

You nod, though her words only make your throat tighten more.

“Second,” she continues, her thumb brushing your cheek, “my family is going to love you because I love you. And if they don’t, that’s their problem, not yours. You’re not the one who has to prove anything. You’re everything, okay?”

You manage a shaky smile, but she’s not done yet.

“And third…” She grins now, her usual playful smirk returning as she presses a quick kiss to your forehead. “If anyone even thinks about making you feel out of place tonight, they’re getting an earful from me. Got it?”

You laugh softly despite yourself, and she beams at the sound, leaning back with an exaggerated sigh of relief.

“There’s my girl,” she says, squeezing your hand as she steps out of the car and moves to your side to help you out. “Now come on. Let’s show them how lucky I am, yeah?”

Reece is not only your girlfriend but your own personal trainer too.

Her apartment’s (she made you move in after a month) personal gym has become your second home, or, at least, that’s what she likes to say while dragging you out of bed for "just twenty minutes of movement."

"C'mon baby, you can skip ten more. You are literally the strongest person I've met." Says your girlfriend currently bench pressing twice your weight.

She’s the kind of person who genuinely believes in balance but refuses to compromise on some essentials. Like fruits. Every. Single. Day. She’ll hand-feed you slices of apple or shove a peeled orange into your hands with a pointed look until you take a bite.

Her healthy meals aren’t just food; they’re little love notes wrapped in nutrition. Protein shakes? Homemade. Greek yogurt with berries? Perfectly portioned. Occasionally, though, she’ll surprise you with your favorite snacks because, as she says, "You’ve earned it for putting up with my bossy ass."

On the days when you feel too lazy to move, Reece doesn’t push. Instead, she adapts. She insists you keep her company in the gym because "your laugh is better than any playlist." You end up sitting on the mat with a bowl of fruit she force-feeds you because of course, “You will finish that, or so help me”, while she works out.

And if you’re feeling extra lazy, you’ll drape yourself over her back while she’s doing push-ups, giggling as she huffs and teases you about being "the cutest weight she’s ever lifted."

What makes it all worthwhile is how much she genuinely enjoys your presence. Whether you’re crushing a workout together or just lounging on the floor, her gaze always holds the same message: she wouldn’t want to be doing this or anything without you.

Reece absolutely adores the height difference between the two of you, maybe a little too much, if you’re being honest. It’s her favourite excuse to treat you like her personal doll.

When she’s in a playful mood (which is often), she’ll suddenly scoop you up, spinning you around effortlessly until you’re laughing and swatting at her arms. “Put me down, Reece!” you’ll protest, but she just smirks and says, “Not until I hear that laugh again!”

And those moments when you two disagree? She’s terrible at taking you seriously. You’re standing there, ranting about whatever it is, but all she can focus on are your eyes, especially the way they narrow when you’re annoyed.

"Are you even listening to me?!" you demand, glaring up at her.

She should be, but instead, she’s trying not to grin like an idiot. “Hmm? Oh, sorry, your angry face is just too cute."

That, of course, makes you even more pissed, which only makes her love it more. "Can you for God's sake listen and take the shit I am saying seriously?!"

Eventually, she stops your words in the most Reece way possible: by sweeping you off your feet (literally) and carrying you to the bedroom.

“REECE PUT ME DOWN! WHAT THE HELL?!”

"Yeah, yeah," she says, laying you down gently before hovering over you with a mischievous grin.

She starts peppering kisses all over your face, your cheeks, your forehead, lips, your nose, until you’re squirming and trying to push her away through your laughter.

"Stop it! You idiot!"

“There’s that smile,” she says triumphantly, finally stopping but not before stealing one last kiss on your lips. “Mad at me now?”

You sigh dramatically but can’t help the grin tugging at your lips. "I just hate you sometimes!"

Speaking of you and the bed... Reece is an absolute softie when it comes to you. No matter how tough or confident she might seem to the rest of the world, with you, she's nothing but gentle, which sometimes is really hard for her to do when all she wants to do is wreck and eat you all up. During those intimate moments, she treats you like you're made of glass, careful, attentive, utterly devoted. And afterward, when she's finally worn herself out, she holds you close, her arms wrapped around you as if to shield you from everything else.

Hearing her teammates call her "Cap" during practice or games might boost her ego, sure. But it doesn’t even come close to the power trip she feels when she hears it from your lips, soft, breathless, or even better as a whimper, and just for her.

“Say it again,” she murmurs, her voice raspy and low, her gaze heavy-lidded as she brushes a stray strand of hair from your flushed face.

And when you do, she smirks like she’s just won a championship. To her, nothing else in the world compares to that moment, to you.

But not everything...is that easy right? Not this dreamy. And you realized this after you got the ring on your finger after 2 absolutely beautiful months together.

── AN: Dw, there will be a second headcanon or different scenarios showing Reece's toxic side as well.

[thefirelookout]

Dead silence

This post is an attempt to share or let out some of my complex feelings about the situation in Bangladesh.

We went to our city's protest yesterday. It was a silent, peaceful protest. The Bangladeshi student community here in Kingston stood in a human chain with placards. "Save Bangladesh student", yes grammatically wrong, yes, it assumes that young revolutionaries need saving, so on and so forth. The protest started and ended quietly. My non-Bangladeshi friends were a bit confused, since they're used to chanty protests for Palestine, or union picket lines with cars passing by, honking in support. There was more noise even for the Iranian protests, Zan Zendegi Azadi. The silence of a graveyard in this one, though.

Who cares about little old Bangladesh? I sometimes wonder. We're not in the eye of the middle eastern storm like Syria, Lebanon or Palestine are. We're not strategically important, we don't even have many natural resources like Sudan or Congo do. The Prime Minister visited China recently to ask for an aid or a loan, and came back pretty much empty handed. China isn't very interested in us. India has gotten what it needed to get, and can milk more out of us, but they can do the same with Nepal or Bhutan too. We're never in the headlines, the US or the West in general isn't interested in us at all. And Pakistan denies that the 1971 genocide ever happened.

Which is why, the world isn't missing our voices due to the internet blackout.

The voices were all over my Facebook newsfeed. Aunties and apus on Facebook live selling sarees, jewelry, crafts, elderly boomers sharing gardening tips, quick fixes or herbal remedies that they swear by, people sharing posts about cricket or which cricketer's wife wore what, food bloggers calling every possible dish juicy (be it a burger or the meat in biriyani), celebrity drama, political drama to the extent of what was allowed back home. That sort of thing.

Now, again, there's the silence of a graveyard over here. And I feel like screaming till I snap my vocal cords. Can you all please come back? Please? The silence is unbearable! Please! I won't judge you if you sell your wares! Please! I won't judge if you think turmeric water can act as a miracle detox! Please, please I won't say a word if your post about your stupid cricket match! Just something, please say something! I haven't seen a single one of you online. Please don't die, please stay safe. When the internet comes back, please, post about your vacations and your pets. Not the dead, please, don't post about the bodies. I can take a bit of silence but not more bodies please!

Speaking of bodies. There was an armoured vehicle, painted navy blue in the colours of the police (fuck them). And there was a body on top of it. Dead, obviously, very dead, because it flopped down with the slightest nudge, and was left on the streets. Before that happened, the vehicle drove about as if parading its spoils of war, with the body on top. Sending a message. This will happen to you if you raise your voice.

That image has been haunting me for two nights now. So yeah, I'm not man enough to get some incisive political analysis out. I have no either or predictions for what happens if the regime falls or doesn't fall. My body feels numb, I've been binge eating because I still have food in the house and I won't be gunned down if I go out to get groceries now. My non-Bangladeshi friends, bless their first world hearts, have never had to live under fascism. Bless their hearts, have never had to stifle their voices to the extent that we've had to. Bless their beautiful hearts, could hardly pronounce Bangladesh. But they still showed up to that docile little protest because they care about my spouse and I. I can't even begin to thank them.

My insides are tearing up. I'm sitting with a poker face typing all this word vomit, but my insides are nothing but a scream. No clever realpolitik comes out of a heart that's screaming, because our mouths are sewn shut.

[soft-persephone]

You wake up in a forest. It is night time and practically pitch dark. You can't see your hand in front of you type of dark. There are crickets chirping, birds humming, and a shift of a leaf every few moments.

You get to your feet, urged by panic and fear that you don't know how you got there and you don't know who or what brought you there. You must move. NOW.

You move through this forest, the trees getting lighter the further you walk. The trees are less dense, allowing the moonlight to filter in. A wolf howls in the distance, echoing, and letting you know that you're not alone.

You come upon a clearing that's actually a fork in the trees. One on side, there's Jake Johnson as Nick Miller. His plaid shirt is a bit torn and he looks like he's scared. He's waving to you to come closer, to hurry, to pull you close. He's begging you to run to him. You take a step forward but on the other side of the fork, there's Jake Johnson as Doug from the Minx.

He's waiting beside a car, tapping the hood of the car, urging you to come on. He has blood on his shirt and his face is bruised. His eyes widen, shaking, as he pleads and pleads for you to join him.

Why are they scared 👀 howd you get there 👀 who you gonna pick 👀

(This can be a fic or just an ask, wherever your heart takes you 👀)

This is so bizarre! I had to read it like 15 times to understand what is going on and what the question even is.

You are a fucking menace!

Here,🙄

Your head was pounding. Your heart racing.

You could barely see or hear, but you stumbled after Nick. He wasn’t too far ahead of you. You had to beg him to run while he could. It would be harder for this thing to kill you both.

He was driving you both home from your camping trip.

His dad had always promised to take him, and you had never been.

It was perfect, but on this full mooned night something ran out in front of the car. Something big and hair with fangs, unstuarlky large and grotesque.

The car flipped. Everything happened so fast yet so slow, holding onto one another, you and Nick feared for the worst.

Both of you bleeding, so so much.

“Get up,” Nick grabbed onto you, attempting to pull you out the car, “you have to get up now!” He pleaded.

“No, I’ll play dead. He’ll probably leave me alone and it will buy you some time.”

“No, it—“

“Nick, go!”

A tear running down his cheek, he kissed you on the forehead and then ran.

It thought you were dead like you predicted, but sir some reason it didn’t go straight after him.

Sisterly it smelled the trail of blood, but while it wondered off in some direction, you closed your eyes tight and waited.

Once it was silent, You shimmied out of your sweet. Falling to the roof of the car put your seatbelt.

You swallowed of cry of pain as you fell on the glass. Your right foot felt a little funny, but it was enough to keep going.

You shifted through the trees, remembering what Nick taught you, you followed the trees and how thick they were can lead to more spread out trees. You followed the pattern until it got clearer and clearer, meeting a fork and a large pool of blood at your feet, you saw him.

But it wasn’t just him.

There was another man, in a late 60s style Roll’s Royce and a suit to match. Long thick hair s beard, there was winching familiar about him.

He was just as beat up and bloody as you and Nick.

Nick’s clothes were all ripped up.

His eyes scanning the trees frantically. You waved your arms in the air, and he gave you a tired pathetic smile of relief.

He waved back, calling your name.

“Come on! I think there’s a service station not far from here. We could get help!”

You took a step towards him, but that’s when the other man called out your name, insistently tapping his car.

His brow furrowed with worry as you started walking towards Nick.

“Sweetheart, where are you going?” He called after you, “I got the engine fixed, we need to hurrry and get out of here before that thing gets back!”

You put a hand to your head. Was this guy even real or in your head.

Nick called your name again. You shook your head and began to follow, but then the other man called.

Their voices alike, started blending into one another. Instead of two voices you began hearing one.

“Nick I thinks something wrong. I keep seeing—“

A howl filled the air.

“Baby, we gotta go!”

You started running. Your vision started blurring and the fork started to looo like one path. Nick and this other guy started to overlap.

Once you finally made it into his arms you cried out in pain.

“My ankle. I think something wrong with my ankle.”

“Don’t worry sweetheart, we’ll go straight into the hospital.” He rushed you towards the car.

You wanted to stop. To freeze, but your need to get way from the monster first was too strong.

“W-who are you?” Your teeth were clattering. From the fear of the monster or what this could possibly means you don’t know.

As he sped away, his eyebrows drew together. He ran a hand through his hair and you fight the urge to follow it with your own.

Could Nick’s hair grow just as long as this stranger’s who looked just like him?

He said your name with a frown.

“What are you talking about? Did that thing hit your head in the accident too hard?” His voice rose up again in a way you were familiar with, but it wasn’t as high pitched and anxiety inducing as Nick’s. It was much warmer and firmer. Like he might hurt somebody about it.

You swallowed.

“It’s me, Doug,” his fingers tapped nervously on the wheel a bit, “Doug Renetti. Douglass” he added with a chuckle.

“But you already know no one calls me that.”

Doug Renetti, I choose you!!! (Pokemon trainer voice)

[bwela07]

Octonauts - A New Generation

Chapter 10

Ping Pong

Dashi’s pov

Dashi has always loved competitions, being particularly competitive herself. She remembers how she had tried to hide that from her teammates when they had first started working together. After all, one needs to be professional in a work environment. But as the team started growing closer together and started getting more open with each other, Dashi’s competitiveness started to rise to the surface. Especially during their beach day trips, where they would always play beach volleyball together. Beach volleyball is one of Dashi’s favorite sports, along with surfing and cricket. Dashi has always wanted to have a chance to play against the captain, just to see if her clever strategies could outmatch his incredible strength. Unfortunately, they have never had the chance to do so. Not that Dashi has ever asked. That would be too unprofessional, no matter how close they might be. She has already softened quite a bit, she can’t slip up even more. Dashi knows her job and she knows her place, so rather than challenging captain Barnacles or even Kwazii to a match, she decides to record the two of them playing against each other.

“You can do this Kwazii!”, Pinto shouts.

“Show him how it’s done uncle Barnacles!”, Ursa yells.

The room is filled with the competitive spirit of everyone invested into the game. Another one of the many things Dashi loves about sports.

The ball continues bouncing back and forth. If Kwazii does one wrong move, the captain wins. His cat-like quickness should be at his favor for this, but he’s starting to get slower out of exhaustion. The captain on the other hand has been saving all of his strength for this final round. One would think that the odds are in the captains favor, but Dashi knows better than to underestimate Kwazii and his will power. There is no way that he’ll let himself be beaten, especially not in front of a large crowd. Sure enough, Kwazii keeps on pushing past his limits in an effort to keep the ball in the game. With Kwazii’s quick and slick passes always rolling over the net, and captain Barnacles powerful passes always landing on the corner of the ping pong table, the next moves are starting to get predictable. Dashi waits in anticipation for one of the guys to make the first unexpected move, and at last, captain Barnacles smashes the ball in the middle of Kwazii’s side of the table, making it bounce sky high unlike all of the previous low passes. To everyone’s surprise, Kwazii manages to jump just in time to throw the ball back, catching captain Barnacles off guard and scoring a point.

“YOW!”, Kwazii yells with renewed energy, “That was amazing captain!”

“Thanks Kwazii. I was not expecting you to get that”, captain Barnacles answers, still in shook.

“Neither was I”, Kwazii says while his tail starts wagging.

“Shall we finally end this?”, the captain asks, seemingly catching Kwazii’s contagious burst of energy.

“Aye aye captain!”, the lieutenant yells back.

And so, the final round continues. As always, Kwazii ends up winning, although the captain has improved a lot.

Kwazii leaps into the air with excitement, joined by Pinto and Koshi. Captain Barnacles receives motivation from his niece and nephew, taking the opportunity to whisper something into their ears. As the applause and the excitement dies down, the room slowly starts emptying.

“That was an intense match”, Dashi calmly states while approaching the captain.

“Indeed it was”, Shellington agrees.

“Don’t the kids have a marine biology lesson coming up soon?”, Dashi reminds the sea otter.

“Oh, right! I better get going then. Thanks for reminding me Dashi!”, Shellington exclaims before rushing off.

“Your welcome!”, Dashi calls after him.

Barnacles gently chuckles. “Come on you three, you should go get ready for your lesson”, he says.

“Alright. See you later uncle!”, Orson calls out as he drags his sister out of the room.

“Hey Peso, can you show me the medic bay again before class starts?”, Pinto asks.

“Hmmm…I suppose that there’s still a little bit of time left. Alright then, follow me”, Peso replies. And with that, the two brothers leave the room, leaving only Kwazii, Barnacles and Dashi.

“Perhaps you could practice your ping pong skills while playing with Dashi”, Tweak suddenly suggests.

“Tweak!? How long have you been here?”, Dashi exclaims flabbergasted.

“Not too long”, Tweak answers, before taking a bite out of a carrot that she had pulled out of nowhere.

“Maybe you’re right Tweak”, Barnacles answers, “I could certainly use some more practice.”

“We best be leaving you to it then”, Kwazii says while trying to walk out as casually as he can.

“See ya later bestie”, Tweak teasingly says, knowing full well what she has done.

With the cat and the rabbit gone, only the polar bear and the dog remain.

“Shall we get started?”, Barnacles asks.

“Uh, s-sure”, Dashi replies, knowing full well that it has been years since she last played ping pong.

Barnacles starts with a gentle serve and continues to make gentle passes. At first Dashi was relieved. It gave her the perfect opportunity to remember the basics and come up with some tricks of her own, but after a while, Dashi started getting annoyed.

“Captain, I’m supposed to be helping you get better, so don’t hold back”, she calmly says.

“I suppose that you’re right”, he answers.

Now the real challenge starts. Dashi’s strategies against Barnacles’ strength. It will only take a matter of time until Dashi finds a counterattack good enough to give the captain a real challenge.

Sure enough, after a few minutes of holding back and losing to the captain, Dashi finds the perfect counterattack, catching Barnacles by surprise. In only three minutes, Dashi decimates the captain and wins.

“Wow… That was, uhh…”, Barnacles stutters.

“Incredible? Unexpected? Both at the same time?”, Dashi teases.

“Yeah”, Barnacles calmly replies, “Did you really have to go that hard on me though?”

“Of course, how else will you improve? Besides, I wanted to teach you a lesson for thinking that you had to hold back on me”, Dashi proudly declares.

“Alright, lesson learned”, Barnacles laughs.

“Good. Shall we play again?”, Dashi asks, her competitive spirit rising once again.

“Sure, I guess that I still have some time”, Barnacles teases, his competitive spirit rising as well.

They play another round and Dashi barely manages to win this time. Despite this, Barnacles leans on the wall in defeat, deep in thought.

“What am I doing wrong?”, he asks.

“You rely on your strength and your one sly move. It gets easier to predict what you’ll do next after observing you play for a while. Here, let me show you”, Dashi pulls out her camera and walks over to Barnacles. She lets the recording play as the two of them carefully watch Barnacles’ moves. After the video ends, Dashi looks into Barnacles’ eyes to try and figure out if he understands what he did wrong.

“You’re right”, he says, “You, for example, have an incredible amount of different moves. It’s impossible to know which one you’ll use next.”

“Exactly. On top of that, you need to have a good strategy and good counterattacks. You need to analyze your opponent’s moves and change your strategies and counterattacks to turn the situation in your favor. Take your strong attacks as an example. Once you get used to the strong force you have to face when hitting the ball back, you can easily find an effective and efficient way to hit back in a way that uses your own force against you”, Dashi tries to explain.

“I think I understand. Can I watch the video again?”, Barnacles asks.

“Sure”, Dashi answers, giving him her camera.

As Barnacles watches the video again, Dashi practices a new way of playing ping pong.

“Uh, Dashi…”, Barnacles nervously says.

“Yes captain?”, she answers.

“Would it be okay if you could…”, he trails off.

“Play the way Kwazzi would play?”, she asks with a knowing smile.

Barnacles eyes grow wide: “H-How did you know?”

“I don’t just observe how people play sports. I observe their behavior as well”, Dashi says while making a ‘swoosh’ sound with the racket as she quickly moves it about, the way Kwazzi does.

“Interesting”, Barnacles says while slowly approaching the table.

“You can learn a lot about a person by simply observing their behavior and body language”, Dashi explains, not noticing the look of admiration that Barnacles is giving her.

“Interesting. Where did you learn that skill?”, he asks curiously.

“Well, Koshi and I have always been a fan of mystery books, to the point where we would often play detective. Eventually, those skills pour into your everyday life”, Dashi explains.

“Interesting, do you think that you could train me to acquire those skills?”, Barnacles ponders.

“I could try. For now, we should get back to training you to defeat Kwazzi”, Dashi says determined.

The two of them continue training until they get interrupted by Koshi.

“Ahem”, Koshi calmly walks towards the middle of the room and looks at both of the grownups, “Dinner is ready.”

“Thank you for letting us know Koshi”, Barnacles responds, “Let’s get going.”

“You go ahead, I’d like to speak with my sister first”, Koshi insists.

Dashi already knows what’s coming next and sends a pleading look towards the captain. The latter raises his shoulders, not knowing what he can do to help his teammate. Dashi groans as Barnacles leaves the room.

“Alright, hurry up and make your point”, Dashi says in utter defeat, not having the energy to put up with this any longer than she has to.

“It doesn’t take a detective to notice how happy he makes you”, Koshi teases.

“Yeah, it takes a sister to notice that”, Dashi rolls her eyes.

“Perhaps you’re right. As much as I’d love to tease you, now is not the time. I just want to warn you. We both know what happened last time”, Koshi looks her sister deep into her eyes.

“Yes, yes, I know, however, we both know how nice the captain is. He’s so kind and caring and would never wish harm upon anyone”, Dashi begins to trail off, before pulling herself together again, “Besides, dating within a team, a work team nonetheless, is unprofessional and could possibly lead to some…uncomfortable situations. So you have absolutely nothing to worry about.”

Dashi tries her best to be convincing, but Koshi has learned how to read her like a book.

“I’m being serious! I don’t plan on dating anyone in this team!”, Dashi tries to defend herself.

“Sure. If you say so sis. Let’s just get going”, Koshi replies, unconvinced, already coming up with a plan of how to keep all of the guys far away from her sister.

Other chapters

[missmaybe-not]

Coffee Break with a Cute Camo Guy...Then Crickets

Hey Maybe Nots and Maybe Yeses! Buckle up for another installment in the thrilling (and sometimes confusing) world of dating app roulette. 

Today's episode involves a military guy, a late-night rendezvous, and a disappearing act worthy of a ninja master (again, because apparently vanishing acts are a recurring theme in my dating life).

We all know the drill: swipe left, swipe right, pray for a match that isn't a catfish or a profile with all the personality of a wet sock. It's a roller-coaster, let me tell you. The gorgeous specimens with bios shorter than a haiku (do you think they’re too good to be true? They usually are). The verified hotties who vanish faster than snow in the summer sun (because they never reply to messages). The pretty decent profiles with interesting details that fizzle out in a flurry of awkward messages (because apparently, conversation skills are a rare commodity these days). And of course, the ones you just skip because, well, self-respect is a thing.

But then, there are the rare diamonds in the rough. Like this military fella – decent looking (by my discerning standards, of course), who actually replied to my message, and kept the conversation flowing like a well-oiled machine. The only snag (that wasn't his camouflage pants)? His schedule was about as predictable as a toddler on a sugar rush. Mine, with its late-night delights, wasn't exactly a walk in the park either.

So, picture this: a fine night (Dun dun DUNNNN!) at 2 AM (of course!), and there he is, gracing my workplace with his presence. We talked for a whole hour – no fireworks this time, let's just say public smooching at 2 AM isn't exactly the office dress code – but the conversation was surprisingly engaging. 

Afterwards, the messages kept flowing. My hopes for a second date were definitely piqued. But then, our text exchange, once lively, began to fade like a dying campfire, like a forgotten bag of chips at the back of the pantry. Poof! Silence. Crickets. Tumbleweeds. The usual.

Finally, I gathered my courage and (gasp!) initiated a conversation - the last one, or so I said. Shocking, I know. Apparently, he was surprised it was the "last message." Busy at work, he claimed, with no time for his phone (interestingly, the same app where he religiously viewed my stories suddenly offered zero connection for basic messaging. Maybe they have a special "stalk-but-don't-talk" feature?). So, I did what any self-respecting Maybe Not would do – I stopped wasting my energy and time.

One more soldier down in the battle of dating. But hey, chin up, love warriors! There are plenty more swipes in the sea, land and skies, and who knows, maybe next time I'll find a guy who understands the concept of both communication and basic human connection. Until then, let's keep the faith (and the sarcasm flowing)!

Stay tuned for more dating adventures (hopefully not haunted by ghosts), and feel free to share your own "Maybe Not" moments in the comments!

[allfifaworldcup]

DC vs MI Dream11 Prediction Today Match 16, Dream11 Team Today, Fantasy Cricket Tips

Last Update on: April 11th, 2023 at 11:38 am DC vs MI Dream11 Prediction Today Match, Dream11 Team Today, Fantasy Cricket Tips, Playing XI, Pitch Report, Injury Update of match 16 of IPL 2023 match between Delhi Capitals and Mumbai Indians.  DC vs MI IPL 2023 Match 16 Details: Match: Delhi Capitals vs Mumbai Indians  Date: 11th April 2023  Venue: Arun Jaitley Stadium, Delhi, India For all the…

[news-sportsbook]

"India's Predicted XI vs Pakistan: Shubman Gill's 99% Availability & Toss-Up Between Shardul and Ashwin"

In a highly anticipated match of the 2023 ICC Men’s Cricket World Cup, India is all set to face arch-rivals Pakistan on Saturday, aiming to maintain their undefeated streak in the tournament. Adding to the excitement, star batsman Shubman Gill is expected to make a comeback to India’s playing XI for this crucial encounter. Read more

[msclaritea]

Warner Bros. Discovery lost 1.8 million subscribers in Q2 | Fortune

"Disney CEO Bob Iger hemorrhaged 4 million streaming subscribers in its fiscal second quarter after his company’s India-based Hotstar video platform lost the rights to Indian Premier League cricket matches. 

Now its David Zaslav’s turn to bleed business after his heavily criticized rebrand of Max, which involved dumping one of the most recognizable names in entertainment—HBO—when merging the respective platforms of Warner Bros. and Discovery in May.

The bane of any streaming service is churn: subscribers signing up one month to take advantage of a special offer before jettisoning their membership shortly afterwards, often in favor of a rival platform. Now Warner Bros. Discovery reported on Thursday that some 1.8 million paying customers set sail for other shores in the second quarter over the preceding three months, and it’s a good bet some of those who left may have even wound up at Comcast’s rival platform Peacock.

“We said we were going to build a strong, sustainable direct-to-consumer strategy focused on profitable growth as opposed to chasing subs at any cost,” Zaslav told investors.

The problem for Zaslav, the most overpaid CEO in America last year according to one study, is that the bulk of those subscribers lost—roughly 1.3 million—were the more lucrative U.S. customers who generated on average $11.09 in revenue per user during the quarter versus just $3.65 for its international subscribers.

“While we have seen some expected subscriber disruption, we have experienced lower-than-expected churn throughout this process,” he offered.

The problem all media giants face now is the immensely profitable business model of linear broadcasting is broken because an increasing number of cable subscribers are cutting the cord so they can view content on demand rather than when a network exec decides on their behalf.

Over time, the economics of the business will deteriorate, which is why Iger is considering a yard sale—possibly selling stakes in ESPN and ABC—to maximize the value while he still can."

This is comparing apples to oranges. Disney likely lost the cricket account in India due to politics. India is a far right led country, right now. I just saw an Indian producer, highlighted recently prompting Barbie and Oppenheimer in the news. Warner Bros, meanwhile, seems to be losing customers due to straightforward back business practices.

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Popular Sports for Betting: Explore the most popular sports for betting, such as cricket . Provide insights into the key factors to consider when betting on each sport.

Popular Sports for Betting: Exploring Key Factors and Insights

Introduction:

Online Betting on sports has been a popular pastime for enthusiasts all around the world. While there are numerous sports to choose from, certain sports have gained exceptional popularity among bettors. In this article, we will delve into the most popular sports for online betting, focusing on online cricket id as a prime example. Additionally, we will provide online cricket id insights into the key factors that should be considered when placing bets on these online sports, enabling you to make informed decisions and increase your chances of success.

I. Cricket Betting:

Online cricket id , a sport celebrated in many countries, offers an exciting platform for online betting enthusiasts. Here are some key factors to consider when betting on   :

1. Formats and Variants: online cricket id offers various formats such as Test matches, ODIs , and T20 matches. Each format has its own characteristics, and understanding them is crucial for successful betting id . Test matches demand patience and strategy, while T20 matches emphasize aggressive play and quick outcomes.

2. Team and Player Performance: Analyzing a team's recent performance, player statistics, and their ability to adapt to different conditions is essential. Factors like batting and bowling line-ups, injuries, and team morale play a crucial role in determining outcomes.

3. Pitch and Weather Conditions: The playing surface and weather conditions significantly impact an online cricket id . The nature of the pitch, whether it favors spinners or fast bowlers, and how weather conditions may affect the game should be considered before placing bets.

4. Home Advantage: Cricket teams often perform better when playing in familiar conditions, known as the home advantage. Understanding the significance of home conditions can help you make more accurate predictions.

5. Tournaments and Events: Major cricket tournaments, like the ICC Cricket World Cup or the IPL , present numerous online betting id opportunities. Familiarise yourself with the format, participating teams, and key players to make informed bets.

II. Football Betting:

Football, or soccer, is undoubtedly one of the most popular online sports for online betting id worldwide. Here are key factors to consider when betting on football:

1. Team Form and Performance: Analysing a team's recent form, including their win-loss record, goal-scoring ability, and defensive strength, is crucial. Consider factors such as home and away performances, head-to-head records, and player injuries or suspensions.

2. League and Tournament Structures: Different leagues and tournaments have their own characteristics and dynamics. Understanding league formats, promotion/relegation systems, and knockout stages can provide valuable insights for betting strategies.

3. Player Injuries and Suspensions: Injuries or suspensions to key players can significantly impact a team's performance. Stay updated on team news and understand how the absence of certain players may influence the outcome of a match.

4. Head-to-Head Statistics: Historical data of head-to-head encounters between teams can provide valuable insights. Consider factors like team rivalries, previous match results, and goal-scoring trends to make more informed predictions.

5. Managerial and Tactical Factors: The tactical approach of teams and the managerial skills of coaches can greatly impact match outcomes. Evaluate the strategies employed by teams, their playing style, and any tactical advantages or weaknesses they possess.

III. Basketball Betting:

Basketball, particularly the NBA, attracts a significant number of bettors. Here are key factors to consider when online betting id on basketball:

1. Team Performance and Current Form: Analyzing a team's recent performance, including their win-loss record, offensive and defensive efficiency, and scoring trends, is crucial. Pay attention to teams' home and away performances and their consistency.

2. Player Injuries and Rest Days: Basketball is a physically demanding sport, and injuries or players being rested can affect a team's performance. Monitor injury

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Three Great Types of Sports Betting Systems

It appears to be like the demonstrated sports betting systems are extremely common on the ongoing business sector - anyplace from baseball to cricket, football to rugby, or soccer (football) to horse racing - however which ones work best? To get one working for you - which should eventually give you the benefit over bookmakers - you must depend on a couple of basic focuses while picking one that will show results. More specifically, precisely what sport will you be betting on? This is the main factor while picking a system, because a few sports are more straightforward to make sure bets on than others. The three that work best are baseball, basketball, and football systems. If you are keen on using sports betting systems to expand your possibilities winning your sports bets, then, at that point, you should have some information about the sport you're betting on first.

Baseball Betting Systems

Baseball betting systems are one of the most mind-blowing types to use basically because there are such countless games that are played in a given season - 162 to be definite. This truly intends that there are more data of interest for the system to draw upon as models for a fruitful system play. At the end of the day, the best systems don't bet on each and every game - the games to win bets on must continuously fall under the right conditions during the season for there to be a system play - and the more games that are played, the more possibilities there are for a game falling under the right measures. Moreover, baseball depends vigorously on the status of the throwing match-up, which can be a wellspring of significant information for predicting the winner. Thus, for those thinking about buying a system, essentially make sure it covers betting on MLB baseball because they can be entirely productive.

Basketball Betting Systems

One more type of betting system that works best are basketball betting systems. Like baseball betting strategies, there's an enormous number of games being played between different groups in some random season. Once more, this would permit a higher probability for a particular basketball coordinate to have the right situation that could find true success under the system. What's more, the games are usually founded on a wide assortment of factors that range from individual player qualities to over group qualities - and how player wounds can influence the result of a game - which are all critical pieces of information for a system to use as an expanded certainty level for a prediction.

Football Betting Systems

The last type, however, conflicts with the thought that the number of games played in a season is the most critical factor for an effective system. Football gambling systems are great because of the inverse - the modest number of games in each season requires a greater general interest in each games. This implies there is generally a lot of information accessible that sneak peaks impending match-ups, breaks down the games, and usually gives the number one to you! Just watch ESPN and you will see yourself. The fact that there is an enormous public assessment for some random game offers you the chance to make an exceptionally savvy prediction, particularly if the betting system you're using has a few one of a kind models. However, since there are not a lot of games in a NFL season, the edges of progress for a football system are moderately lower than for baseball and basketball.

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Map: Exploring the World by Victoria Clarke

Read time: 2 Days Rating: 4/5 Stars

The Quote: There are many different kinds of map. Part science, part artistic design, the map as a concept is complex and ever changing, encompassing a range of different forms of graphic expression and display. — John Hessler

Most of this review will just be a list of my favourite maps or notable inclusions and some interesting quotes. Honestly, this is a hard book to review purely because it is what it says on the tin, a collection of maps. Let's all be very honest here Map is a book for a particular kind of person. There are a number of fields that may find it of interest but for most people, it is just something that would not appeal. Some groups of people I think this might appeal to, the obvious is those with an amateur interest in cartography (ie the intended audience), those with an interest in anthropology, potentially art fans, or those looking to fill a reading prompt. It is an appealing coffee table book though, there are some really nice and unusual pairs of illustrations that you are likely to find anywhere else. Of the categories I listed I'm actually the anthropology (though I am using it for a prompt too).

To give you an idea of the layout of the book. For the most part, the maps are presented in sets of two. Each set is tied by having a similar topic, style or theme, though very few have similar colour themes. In most cases, the maps were created decades or longer apart. Each map is captioned by the title, year of creation and artist/ cartographer on one line. The second line has the materials it's made of and on, its dimensions and where it is currently housed. Under this is an approximately 200-word write-up on the map, its importance and the creator. I was reading this at night and found it to be quite like watching a match of tennis or test cricket (sometimes at least). Just one more game, just one more over or in this case just one more page. I found it to be quite a calming read. That said there are quite a lot of random facts I didn't know. Like where Brazil got its name from, a tree.

From here the review just devolves into a list of maps and quotes.

Olafur Eliasson's real-time neon light Daylight Map is the first one that made me this I have to mention this

City of Anarchy by Adolfo Arranz is a brilliant cutaway of Kowloon Walled City in Hong Kong

1247s A Map of the Stars by Wang Zhiyuan is stunning

Survival Map 1992-1996 (The Siege of Sarajevo) is such a dichotomy. It is a brightly coloured beautiful thing for a very dark time in human history.

Willamette River, Oregon by Daniel Coe is a gorgeous map and the colouring is fantastic.

Map of Days is a wonderful idea for a self-portrait by Grayson Perry.

Mapping the Brain by the Human Genome Project is a whole other way to present the human brain and I want it on my wall

The embossed Map of Maine is gorgeous and I want to such it.

The interactive Iceland Illustrated is a fantastic

In 1989 the-then American Cartographic Association recommended that rectangular projections should not be used at all for general-purpose world maps, but Peters' contention that we should scrutinize the way we predict the world remains valid. (p.156)

I have never seen the Upside Down World Map and I live in Australia.

I really like A Map of Vesuvius. It is a good way to show the impact of a lava flow.

“Few rulers have had as much reason to fear their enemies as King Henry VIII" — (p.176) Truer words have never been spoken.

Carta Marina is so stunningly detailed. I wish I could see it in all its in-person glory

Chicago, USA is just a smart piece of design work

Any given place holds an infinite number of things that can be mapped. An individual neighbourhood has streets and houses and parks - all of which we might expect to see on a map. But it also has power lines and Christmas lights and sounds and graffiti and people with their own aspirations and all this can be shown cartographically if we simply take the time to collect the information." — (p. 193)

This isn't the first map I've seen of Mecca but it is probably my favourite, its the colouring

Serio-Comic War Map for the Year 1877 by Frederick W. Rose is humorous.

"named Bom Bahia (good bay) by the Portuguese, Bombay was ceded by Portugal to Englan as part of Catherine of Braganza's dowry when she married Charles II of England in 1661" — (p.226) How did I not know this? I mean I'm not surprised it was all to do with marriage and dowries but I didn't know

Locals and Tourists by Eric Fischer is a wonderful project idea. I'd love to see it done in other cities. Also, I like the colour choices.

The Earth Seen Through the Sphere of the Stars by Andreas Cellarius is so pretty and so intricate it looks like it belongs on a ceiling somewhere.

2MASS Redshift Survey by John Hurchra, Thomas Jarrett and others I also want on my wall. It's mapping light wavelengths look it's pretty ok.

The Court Game of Geography c. 1840-3 by W. & H. Rock is a fantastic deck of cards and I want it. I would love to see the whole deck, the book only has one suit (hearts, Europe). Honestly, I think we could use this again now.

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WPL Winning Teams List: Past Champions & Final Results

The Women’s Premier League (WPL) has quickly become one of the most exciting and prestigious leagues in the world of women’s cricket. Since its inception, it has brought together the best female cricketers from around the globe to showcase their skills and fight for the ultimate prize. With thrilling matches, fierce rivalries, and unforgettable moments, the WPL has been a showcase of the future of women’s cricket.

In this blog, we’ll take a look at the WPL winning teams, highlight their championship victories, and revisit some of the most exciting final results from the league’s history. Whether you're a die-hard fan or new to the world of WPL, this breakdown will give you an insightful look into the league’s early years and the dominant teams that have made their mark.

1. WPL 2023: Mumbai Indians – The Inaugural Champions

The first season of WPL 2023 was historic in more ways than one. Not only did it mark the beginning of an exciting new era for women’s cricket, but it also gave us the first-ever champion of the league. Mumbai Indians (MI), led by the experienced Harmanpreet Kaur, dominated the competition and emerged as the inaugural WPL champions.

Final Match Results:

Mumbai Indians (MI): 131/3 (20 overs)

Delhi Capitals (DC): 130/9 (20 overs)

Match Highlights:

Mumbai Indians defeated Delhi Capitals by 7 wickets in a nail-biting final.

Nat Sciver-Brunt played a crucial role with both bat and ball, helping MI control the game.

The final was marked by a tight bowling performance, with Issy Wong and Alana King proving to be key figures in Mumbai’s attack.

MI’s victory in WPL 2023 marked a perfect start to the league, and the franchise demonstrated why they are one of the most successful teams in women’s cricket.

2. WPL 2023: Runner-Up – Delhi Capitals

While Delhi Capitals (DC) fell short in the inaugural WPL final, they had an impressive run in the league, making it all the way to the final. Led by Australian star Meg Lanning, DC was one of the most consistent teams in the tournament.

Final Match Results:

Delhi Capitals (DC): 130/9 (20 overs)

Mumbai Indians (MI): 131/3 (20 overs)

Season Highlights:

Meg Lanning’s leadership and Shafali Verma’s aggressive batting were key factors in DC’s successful campaign.

DC posted a competitive score in the final but ultimately fell short due to MI’s strong bowling attack.

Jemimah Rodrigues also impressed with her composed performances throughout the season.

Although they didn’t win the title, Delhi Capitals’ performance in WPL 2023 proved that they were one of the strongest teams and a contender for future seasons.

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3. WPL 2024: What to Expect?

As we look ahead to WPL 2024, the anticipation around the league is growing. With teams strengthening their squads and more international stars set to participate, the competition is expected to be even fiercer. Fans will be eager to see if Mumbai Indians can defend their title or if a new champion will emerge in the next season.

Key Teams to Watch in WPL 2024:

Mumbai Indians (MI): As the defending champions, MI will be looking to continue their dominant run in the league.

Delhi Capitals (DC): With their close loss in the final, DC will be aiming for revenge and the chance to take home the trophy.

Royal Challengers Bangalore (RCB): With a star-studded squad, RCB will be one of the teams to watch.

The next season of WPL is shaping up to be a blockbuster, with many teams vying for the coveted title. It will be interesting to see which team comes out on top and whether a new champion will rise.

4. WPL Championship Records and Key Stats

Let’s dive into some interesting statistics and records from the WPL finals so far. From the highest run-scorer to the best bowling figures, the records from the first season are already setting a high bar for future performances.

WPL 2023 Key Stats:

Highest Team Score in Final: 131/3 by Mumbai Indians (MI)

Highest Individual Score in Final: Harmanpreet Kaur (Mumbai Indians) with 37 runs off 39 balls in the final.

Best Bowling Performance in Final: Issy Wong (Mumbai Indians) with 3 wickets for 22 runs in 4 overs, helping MI restrict DC to a manageable total.

As the league progresses, new records are likely to be set, and fans can look forward to more exciting performances in future finals.

5. Looking Ahead: The Future of WPL Champions

While WPL 2023 crowned Mumbai Indians as the first-ever champions, the future of the league promises even more thrilling moments. Teams are investing heavily in their squads, and more international players are expected to join the league. The competition is expected to intensify in the coming seasons, making it one of the most exciting women’s cricket leagues in the world.

As the league grows, we can expect more dramatic finals, new rivalries, and fresh faces lifting the WPL trophy. The WPL winning teams list will continue to evolve, with more franchises gunning for the title and adding to the rich history of the league.

Conclusion: Celebrating the WPL Champions

The WPL winning teams have set the stage for an incredible future for women’s cricket. From Mumbai Indians’ dominant performance in the first season to the fierce competition between teams, the league has quickly established itself as a major force in women’s sports.

As we look forward to future seasons, the excitement and anticipation surrounding the WPL final will only continue to grow. Whether you’re a fan of Mumbai Indians, Delhi Capitals, or another team, there’s no denying that the WPL is shaping the future of women’s cricket in ways never seen before.

Which team do you think will dominate the WPL in the upcoming seasons? Let us know your thoughts in the comments below!

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Top 5 IPL Moments That Defined Cricketing History

The Indian Premier League (IPL) is more than just a cricket tournament. It's a celebration of skill, entertainment, and drama, with every season delivering unforgettable moments. From breathtaking performances to shocking upsets, the IPL has brought cricket fans some of the most iconic moments in the sport’s history. Here, we take a look at the top 5 IPL moments that not only defined the league but also made their mark on cricketing history.

1. Brendon McCullum's Explosive 158 (2008)*

The inaugural match of the IPL 2008 set the tone for what would become one of the most exhilarating cricket tournaments in the world. Brendon McCullum, playing for Kolkata Knight Riders, took the stage in the very first game and delivered one of the most sensational knocks in IPL history.

In a match against Royal Challengers Bangalore, McCullum smashed an unbeaten 158 runs off 73 balls. His innings, which included 10 sixes and 13 fours, was an absolute game-changer. This explosive performance set the benchmark for power-hitting in the IPL and made it clear that the league was not just about skill, but also about entertainment and explosive batting.

McCullum's knock remains one of the highest individual scores in IPL history, and it is one of those iconic moments that all cricket fans associate with the early days of the IPL. His innings changed the way T20 cricket was played, showing the world that IPL wasn’t just about team spirit, but individual brilliance as well.

2. MS Dhoni's Helicopter Shot and Captaining Brilliance (2008-2023)

When it comes to defining moments in IPL history, one name that constantly comes up is MS Dhoni. Known for his calm demeanor and unmatched leadership, Dhoni’s influence on the IPL is unparalleled. His innovative batting and leadership helped transform Chennai Super Kings into one of the most successful teams in the history of the IPL.

Among the many moments, his iconic helicopter shot has left an indelible mark on the IPL. Dhoni used this unique shot to hit sixes with ease, often turning games around in the final overs. Whether it was chasing down a big total or setting one, Dhoni’s tactical brilliance was always evident, leading CSK to multiple titles.

One of the most defining moments came during the 2010 IPL final when Dhoni led Chennai to victory over Mumbai Indians, securing his first IPL trophy as captain. This win cemented his legacy as one of the greatest captains in cricket history. Under Dhoni, Chennai became the most consistent team in the IPL, and his leadership continues to inspire players to this day.

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3. The 2016 IPL Final: RCB vs. Sunrisers Hyderabad

The 2016 IPL final between Royal Challengers Bangalore (RCB) and Sunrisers Hyderabad (SRH) remains one of the most memorable matches in IPL history. RCB, led by the explosive Virat Kohli, had been in red-hot form throughout the season. With Kohli in sensational form, scoring 973 runs in the tournament, RCB were favorites to lift the trophy.

However, it was the underdog Sunrisers Hyderabad who clinched the IPL 2016 title. In a tense final, SRH’s bowling attack, led by Ben Cutting and Bhuvneshwar Kumar, put the brakes on RCB’s chase. With some key wickets and tight bowling, SRH restricted RCB to just 200 runs, securing a victory by 8 runs.

This moment marked a turning point for SRH and propelled them into the IPL’s elite group of teams. The win also highlighted the importance of a well-rounded team effort over individual brilliance, as Sunrisers Hyderabad’s balanced squad outperformed the star-studded RCB lineup in the final.

4. Kieron Pollard's Incredible Match-Winning Knock (2019)

Kieron Pollard is known for his finishing abilities and match-winning performances, but the 2019 season of IPL truly elevated him to legendary status. In a thrilling encounter between Mumbai Indians and Kings XI Punjab, Pollard played an unforgettable knock that saw him hit sixes and boundaries in quick succession, changing the course of the game in the final overs.

When Mumbai were struggling at 132/4 in the 16th over, Pollard took control, blasting an unbeaten 83 runs off just 31 balls. His brilliant power-hitting helped Mumbai post a daunting target of 186 runs, which they successfully defended.

Pollard’s match-winning knock wasn’t just about the runs he scored but the manner in which he handled the pressure. His calm demeanor under pressure and ability to perform in the final stages of the game made this one of the most remarkable IPL moments. It was a classic example of how a single player’s performance can turn a match on its head, proving why Pollard is one of the best finishers in the IPL.

5. The 2019 IPL Final: A Thrilling Mumbai Indians Victory

The 2019 IPL final between Mumbai Indians (MI) and Chennai Super Kings (CSK) remains one of the closest and most thrilling finals in IPL history. Both teams, led by their charismatic captains Rohit Sharma and MS Dhoni, had been dominant throughout the season, and the final lived up to the hype.

Mumbai Indians clinched the title by just 1 run in a nerve-wracking finish. Chennai needed 9 runs off the final over, and it was a last-ball thriller that had fans at the edge of their seats. While MS Dhoni and Ravindra Jadeja fought hard till the very end, the experienced MI bowlers, particularly Jasprit Bumrah, held their nerves and secured a famous win.

This victory marked Mumbai Indians’ fourth IPL title, the most by any team, and solidified their position as the dominant force in IPL history. The match was a perfect encapsulation of the drama and excitement that the IPL is known for, with a thrilling finish that kept fans glued to their screens until the last ball.

Conclusion

The IPL has given us many unforgettable moments, but these top 5 IPL moments stand out as defining events in cricketing history. Whether it’s Brendon McCullum’s explosive debut, MS Dhoni’s leadership, or thrilling final moments like those in the 2019 IPL, these moments remind us why the IPL continues to capture the imagination of millions around the world.

Each of these moments not only shaped the league but also changed the way we view T20 cricket, making the IPL a true spectacle of athleticism, drama, and passion. As we look ahead to future seasons, we can only hope that the IPL continues to deliver moments that will inspire the next generation of cricketers and fans alike.

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