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GovLuv initial design from Oct 2019 created during NWA startup weekend event
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#knitting#embroidery#my sewing#needlework#sewing#quilting#startup#silk summer dresses#best summer collection#best silk dresses#comfortable wear#style your look in this summer season#designer dresses#vintage style#vintage dresses#summer oitfits#birthday outfits#latest summer collection#limited stock#biggest sale#big discount sale#weekend exclusive offers#limited time offer#grab it now
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Did a complete metric fuck ton of drawing today. Learned about rooms. Tomorrow I will set to work on actually doing stuff for the exchange maybe
#After I finish that Startup drawing#Which I spent 2 hrs on alone#Counting in comm sheet and the room studies I did that is Significantly More#Comm sheet hopefully up this weekend !
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Archery is truly an exhausting sport to try to do on a regular basis because your options are:
Join a "sporting" club (be subjected to NRA members)
Pay $25 a visit to a tiny corporate indoor range in a strip mall and hope there's a lane open
Get lucky and happen to live near the only dedicated outdoor archery range within a hundred mile radius (and hope membership fees aren't exorbitant)
Own several acres of land
Anyway I would like to actually be able to use my bow again please and thanks, none of these are inspiring options.
#contrary to popular belief the startup costs of archery are not any higher than a lot of sports but good GOD the rest of it is#there are like two REALLY nice outdoor archery-only ranges within like. several hundred miles.#I would like to live closer to them but there is no fucking way.#they are both Out There#walkthrough ranges are so great though. best places. go and feel like katniss everdeen for two hours.#hmmm maybe I will trek down to the closest one this weekend.#it's supposed to be nice for once.
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the awkwardest part of attempting tumblr is the part where i have. to use tumblr again. oh my god, i'm sorry. i'll be here after the weekend rolls over--- i just got busy, woops. h-hello though. i'll try to look less awkward soon. just bad at this. :')
#✨ ─── out of mana : mun talk#but yes. i watch a 2month old puppy. consumes my weekend often.#am the dealer of baby corgi pictures though if you want to see the the little menace.#also i'm just uh. not sure ever how to startup blogs. odamoa
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Just a casual wedding toast pose, nbd. (Yes, Rhett had to switch to his other hand but STILL. RITUALS. THEY ARE INTRICATE).
(I just really loved Rhett’s dramatic facial journey here XD)
Sounds like a Professional Handshake title.
A different kind of Professional Handshake title.
They can’t even go one episode without some kind of physical contact. It’s so...natural to them I just simply cannot.
Yet another kind of Professional Handshake title based on Rhett’s o*al f*xation.
(Pls excuse the thirsty tags, it’s one of those days...)
#rhink#gmm rhink#gmm rhink 2299#god and also did they have to look so hot#like wtf link looks like either a hipster or a dr. seuss character or both and still looks so freaking hot#rhett's m stands for his good mythical mouth#there are two people in this world who wear turtlenecks#those who want to be tech startup supervillains or non-supervillains#and guys whose neck got mauled by their polycule over the weekend
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if anyone wants to know what a research lab is like, today I went over to retrieve some data from last week's readings, but the fucking computer wouldn't boot up without making me manually set the time and date, since it was convinced it was 1998
#“press the blue IBM button for normal startup” *all the color has been worn out from the keycaps because it's THREE DECADES old#and we cannot afford a new software license for the dosing device. so.#i think the power went out over the weekend so it rebooted isself
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woke up and the first person i talked to was my company’s ceo and tonight i have a call w him at 1 am :) i love being employed
#we dont even get paid overtime let alone for working on weekends#its just expected bc ✨startup culture✨#and ofc whenever management is on US time we just have to adapt bc they stay awake all night for meetings too#but like thats THEIR choice#moon.txt
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Congrega Startup Weekend Morelos a universitarios para generar un ambiente de colaboración e innovación
Se lograron desarrollar ideas de negocios centradas en el desafío de: “El cambio climático y el futuro de la educación".
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Might just be me but it's kind of depressing, the way we don't really have any new tech figureheads. and by figureheads I mean super well-known startup to entrepreneurs, etc. New ones. I'm not talking the one's that were already CEOs in the 2000s/super early 2010s.
I mean, it does make sense. FAANG et al. are pretty market dominant, and plus the last 'big equal opportunity push' in terms of new frontiers in tech was the internet. Like we do have AI now, and people like Sam Altman, but it kind of seems that startup culture is dead, or maybe just oversaturated. if everyone is trying to be the next big thing, no one will be, and the bonus of large companies (*looks at Alphabet pointedly*) acquiring successful smaller ones that make it out doesn't help.
Plus there's also the fact that so much stuff has already been made, I suppose. Forms of social media, ride-share apps, productivity apps, everything. AI could be the next frontier but even then, said tech giants have already made the pivot. (Also I kind of really fucking hate generative AI, mostly because if you want a ton of data to train it on you kind of have to take other people's work without asking, so not only is the creation soulless but also you end up fucking over other people. not cool). AI takes a ton of power. And also a lot of water to cool stuff. you have a bunch of stories of founders making things in dorm rooms but you would not have the required space or money to house a data center that way. this makes sense, that bigger companies are getting into this; I mean, this is how to avoid the same fate as, say, IBM; embrace new tech, move while you can before you become the next Polaroid.
Also economy-wise, it's less safe to start something new now. the job market isn't great, and the tech bubble is probably not going to do super well-- it expanded a ton during the pandemic, hence 2023's and now 2024's layoffs. Every bubble pops.
Adding to the fact that it's so much harder to really dig into the stuff we use these days. We may be part of the 'digital native' generation, but we're also the oldest of the 'there's an app for this' generation. The downside of all the tech at our fingertips is we don't know what makes everything tick, and we can't know absolutely everything. the upside is that we have it.
Idk, it's just that we have all this cool tech and new discoveries, literally everything, but it feels like we're lacking in honest-to-god independent innovation. the internet is no longer the final frontier. the wild west got divvied up between corporations and the goal is to get the cash and get out. It's always a race for the future, but now there's no room for the wildcards.
#idk it's just#was talking to my dad about this this weekend#how startup culture is both more prevalent these days on a smaller scale but also really not#like it's become a more formalized thing if that makes any sense#but the end goal is to build up something to sell#(because someone big is gonna buy or outcompete it anyways and it's better to walk away cash in hand)#and practices like undercutting (how airbnb burned cash until its competitors died off then raised prices)#maybe every generation feels like everything's been made and true blue homebrew innovation is dead#hopefully that's the case#but idk we were sold a dream that you can do anything and no one mentioned that it would be acquired by amazon after#os2.txt
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Book Summary - “Million Dollar Weekend” by Noah Kagan
This book is a guide designed for aspiring entrepreneurs who are looking to jump-start their business ideas into profitable ventures over a short period of time. Kagan, an established entrepreneur known for his role in companies like Facebook and Mint.com, outlines a methodical approach to launching a business quickly and efficiently. Book Summary 1. Setting the Stage Kagan starts by…
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#actionable steps#Business#business idea validation#business launch#business scalability#business validation#cost-effective marketing#Customer feedback#digital marketing#entrepreneurial journey#Entrepreneurship#financial management#Innovation#marketing#marketing strategies#Million Dollar Weekend#minimum viable product#MVP#Noah Kagan#Problem-Solving#product development#quick business launch#scaling a business#startup guide#Startups
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5 Reasons To Attend Startup Weekend Basel Event
Are you wondering what you can do at the Techstars Startup Weekend Basel? Here are the 5 reasons to attend this 3-day ideathon held at Basel, Switzerland. Anyone can participate, develop and pitch their startup ideas in 54 thrilling hours. It’s also a great opportunity to meet like-minded individuals and learn from them. The event happens from 5th May 2023 to 7th May 2023. Visit our website https://startupweekendbasel.ch/ to book your tickets now.
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misguided mishap- l.norris
Day 5 of fic-tober! fic-tober masterlist
summary: One bed… what could go wrong? (SMUT 18+)
pairing: lando norris x fewtrell! fem! reader
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Long days and long flights. That was your life now. Yes, you were excited when Max had asked you to join Quadrant straight out of college as one of their PR/ marketing managers, but that was when you still thought it would be an office job. You liked to travel, in the sense that you liked seeing new cultures, countries and relaxing every now and then. What you didn’t like was the 4 days when you’d somehow been in 3 different time zones, trying to wrangle an overactive puppy in the form of a 21 year old skateboarder. Thus the joys of the job.
Yet now, you were busy at a party making connections and ‘networking’ (Max’s favourite buzzword), too tired to even notice Max and Lando’s eyes on you. You smiled and politely laughed at exactly the right moments in your conversation with Mark from some startup you’d never heard of or cared about. They both watched with soft smiles on their faces as you navigated the conversations simply, making everyone feel heard. Max was proud to say the least.
Ever since you’d left for college, Lando hadn’t seen you. He’d always enjoyed your company as a kid, and he’d even thought he’d had a crush at one point, though Max did shut that down pretty quickly. But seeing you now? You were gorgeous. He couldn’t describe it. It could’ve been your personality, your smile, your eyes, or something fucking cosmic, but Lando was in love, and there was no stopping it.
“Busy?” Lando smirked, handing you a G&T. You’d just finished up what you’d hoped to be your last business-related conversation of the night.
You turned to him, startled, then smiled. “Hi Lan,” you gratefully took the drink with a nod. “Thank you.”
“It’s good to see you,” he leaned in closer, trying to not draw attention to the two of you.
“It’s good to see you too,” you smiled back. “Congrats on your win last weekend!”
He smiled bashfully, proud of what his season had become. “Thanks,” he nodded, slyly wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. “What have you been up to?”
“Working for Max,” you chuckled. “In Quadrant, of course, but still, I’m basically just Keegan’s PR manager,” you pointed out Keegan, who was busy trying to explain the theory of a kickflip to Max, who had been struggling with his skateboarding skills for some time.
“You work in Quadrant?” he gawked. “I had no idea.”
You smiled. “That’s the sign of a good company, the boss has no clue what’s going on.”
He chuckled. “I’ve missed you.”
“I missed you too,” you nodded, noticing that little sparkle in his eyes as he watched you.
“Why hasn’t Max been bringing you to races?” He questioned, taking a sip from his drink.
“I’m busy now,” you shrugged. “Keegan is a handful.”
“Why didn’t you come to Ibiza?”
You chuckled. “You must’ve really missed me if you’re asking this many questions,” someone knocked into you, pushing you even closer to him. He blushed and whether it was because of your words or the closeness of the two of you, he didn’t know. “Ibiza is a party place, I don’t like parties.”
“Why didn’t I see you at home then? I went back a few weeks ago.”
“I was home a few weeks ago. Maybe we just missed each other,” you suggested.
“Not off galavanting with a boyfriend?” he teased.
You leaned in ever closer, directly at his ear. “Why? Jealous?”
He smirked, shaking his head. “You are something else.”
“And to answer your question, no, no boyfriend. Too busy trying to wrangle Keegs,” you smiled as you watched Keegan burst out laughing with Max. “How is F1 going?”
“You haven't been watching?” he asked, chuckling.
“I get too stressed knowing you’re in the car,” you explained. “I almost lost it when you crashed in Austria.”
“Good to know you still care about little old me,” he grinned. “I promise you I’m safe.”
And something about the way he said it made you believe him. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the air, maybe it was the intoxicating closeness of him, maybe it was just always supposed to be like this, but you didn’t know. All you knew was that Lando was in front of you, with all of his attention on you, and you felt like falling straight into his trap.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you reminded him. “We both know you’re not safe in that car.”
He shrugged. “I can handle it.”
“I’m sure you can,” you looked up at him through batted eyelashes and smiled. “I think someone’s a fan,” you chuckled, drawing both your attention to the group of girls around his age who were losing their shit over the fact that he was here.
“Please don’t make me talk to them,” he pleaded and you laughed. One of them slowly started approaching.
“I don’t think you have a choice,” you smirked and stepped back, waving him a goodbye as his next conversation started. You didn’t notice that he followed you out of the party.
“Trying Irish goodbye?” he smirked, joining you in the elevator.
“Fuck! You scared me!” you startled. “Do you have to be such a dick?!”
He laughed, wrapping his arms around you as he apologised. “I’m sorry I scared you,” he mocked, using that stupid baby voice.
You shoved him off with a playful smirk. “And yes, I’m tired. I just want to get to bed and lie down.”
“Don’t know how well Max will take you not saying goodnight,” he teased. “Might even come check on you.”
“Max can fuck off,” you sighed. “I’m a grown woman, and anyways, he wouldn’t come to the room he probably thinks I’m fucking someone.”
He almost did a double take when you said that, you caught it in the corner of your eye.
“It’s a long story, but basically Max walked in on me having sex with this guy like 3 whole fucking years ago, and he always brings it up,” you explained. “He likes to hold it over my head.”
“How would he hold that over your head?”
You shrugged. “He thinks I make bad choices, that was one of them in his mind.”
“Was it a bad choice?” he asked, his eyes bearing into the side of your face. Anyone could feel the charged air in that tiny inclosed space. It made the fucking hair on your arms stand up, and gave you goosebumps on your legs.
You felt your face heat, but answered simply. “No.”
“So then it wasn’t a bad choice,” he told you. “Max shouldn’t have any say in what you do. He’s your brother, not your keeper.”
“I know,” you answered simply, finally looking at him. “Thanks Lan.”
He offered a small smile and let you out of the elevator first. “What room are you?”
“213, you?” “213,” he read out the card the hotel had given him. “Well, that can’t be right.”
“I think it is, I was talking with the hotel staff and they said they’re fully booked up that people from the same companies have been forced to share. Did you come here under Quadrant or Mclaren?”
“Quadrant,” he sighed. You nodded.
“It’s fine, we’ll survive for one night,” you dismissed the issue with a shrug.
“One night? I’m here for a week,” he explained.
“And I’m only here for tonight,” you yawned. “Off to Melbourne in the morning.”
“Break?”
“Nah, visiting Keegan’s family and doing press stuff,” you explained. You opened the room and let out a sigh of pure rage. “One bed.”
“I’ll take the floor,” he nodded but you stopped him.
“We’re adults, we can share a fucking bed Lando,” you chuckled.
And something about the way that you looked at him made him want to kiss you. The alcohol he’d consumed had definitely loosened his inhibitions and now he was solely focused on you. The way your hair fell, the way you talked to him, the smile on your lips, the way you weren’t shy with him. All of it made him fall deeper and deeper. He didn’t realise he was kissing you until you pulled on his hair, kissing him back.
“Lan-” you pulled back slightly, but he just started kissing down your neck. “Close the door.”
He kicked it closed and kissed you again, hungry for more. “Jump,” he told you, you obliged and he caught you, carrying you over to the bed.
“You sure you want this?” you asked as he started pulling off his clothes.
“I’ve wanted this for a long time,” he smirked, pulling at your clothes. “You sure you want this?”
You just kissed him in response. He kissed down your neck, down your torso, and in between your legs. He took his time pulling off your trousers and underwear. Then he settled himself in front of you and smirked.
“Such a pretty pussy baby,” he said before placing his mouth on your clit, sucking hard. You let out a yelp as he smirked against you, lapping at your folds, insatiable. It made you delirious, how good it was, how good he felt. The way his tongue smoothed through your folds, sucking on your clit while he let’s out soft groans as if he’s the one getting sucked off right now. He had you squirming under him, holding your thighs in an iron-clad grip as he sped up. He got sloppier, more lewd sounds coming from the both of you as you got closer and closer to your peak.
“Fuck, you’re dripping baby,” he groaned aginast your pussy, sending vibrations up your entire body. Your stomach clenched and contracted, and you came all over his face with a loud moan. You’d feel bad for the neighbours if you weren’t so horny.
“Lan!” you groaned out, pulling his head away and back up to your face. He pressed kisses all over your neck, undoing his trouser to finally let his cock out. He was rock hard, he’d never been this turned on. “Fuck me, please fuck me,” you begged, and everything else fell away. He bottomed out with a moan as you bit into his shoulder to stop yourself from screaming, and when you nodded he started moving.
You felt like heaven, gripping him like that. It made him feel like he couldn’t stop. Totally pussydrunk. “F-fuck baby,” he whimpered as he picked up the pace.
“I’m-i’m gonna cum-fuck!” you moaned as he started hitting that gummy spot inside you, making you see fucking stars. “Yes-yes! There Lan, don’t fucking s-stop!”
He wasn’t planning on stopping. He picked up the pace even more, until the room was full of those lewd sounds from your wet pussy and his dirty mouth.
“Y’like getting fucked like this? In hotel rooms just to l-leave the next morning?” he smirked as you squirmed under him. “Oh baby n-no, you’re not runnin’ away,” he grabbed one of your arms, pinning you down to the bed with a smirk. “Y’think they can hear us?”
That made you clamp down on him even harder, moaning even louder.
“You like that naughty girl?” he smirked, punctuating every word with a particularly hard thrust.
“Y-yes!” you cried out, barely able to listen to what he was saying. It was all too much, too good, too little.
“Fuck you’re perfect,” He groaned, biting into your neck as he willed himself not to cum. “Such a naughty girl.”
“Yours Lan, a-all yours,” you whined as you felt yourself getting closer. “I-I’m gonna cum!”
“You cum baby,” he huffed. “Give it to me.”
And he pushed you over the edge again. He kept fucking you through your orgasm, making you cum again as the world went blurry and your ears started ringing. Finally, he came inside you, triggering yet another orgasm as you screamed into a pillow.
You fell asleep instantly, and he took it upon himself to get you cleaned up. He cleaned you up with a wet towel, put one of his hoodies on you, and kissed you goodnight before joining the bed and wrapping his arms around you.
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You woke up like that, sore but satisfied with Lando beside you. Then you realised. What had you done?
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footballplayer!rafe x wag!reader (MDNI)
note: i dont know a lot about football so some details about that might be wrong!!
it was safe to say that your life had drastically changed over the last year.
before you met rafe, you were simply a girl working a marketing 9 to 5, with a fairly boring life. you had dinner with you parents once a month, went to work every day, you had nights out with you friends on the weekends- your life was just like any other girl approaching her mid 20s.
however, over a year ago, you were at a bar on a saturday night with a couple of your girlfriends, just trying to let loose from the week. you were only a couple shots in when you spotted the handsome stranger eyeing you from afar, and you were immediately filled with intrigue. rafe felt himself being magnetically pulled to your direction, sauntering over to where you stood with your friends by the bar.
he approached you with his sickly charming smile, wooing you instantly. the two of you got to talking and if you were honest, you were smitten instantly. about 5 minutes into the conversation you realized who you were talking to - rafe cameron, the new startup qb for your cities team. you weren't a huge football fan, but you'd have to be living under a rock not to know who rafe freaking cameron was. he had become a huge deal in the past months, reasons ranging from his killer wrist to his deadly looks.
you had seen girls thirsting over him on social media and you couldnt help but agree - the guy was smoking hot, even more so in person, making you honestly a little surprised he was even talking to you.
you look a sip of your drink, eyeing him thoughtfully. "so, whats a hot shot like you doing in this dump?" you ask, your voice teasing yet soft.
rafe let out a chuckle. "I could ask you the same question. dont you gotta boyfriend at home or somethin'?" he asked experimentally, awaiting you answer with the tilt of his head.
you bit your lip, catching his drift. "no boyfriend," you reply, twirling the straw in your drink. "how 'bout you? no groupie chasing after you?"
rafe poked his tongue into his cheek with a smile, shaking his head. "nah, on my own at the moment."
you hum, nodding along to his words before wrapping your lips around your straw, locking into his eyes as you sucked the liquid out of your glass.
thats how you ended up on his bed later that night, letting him pound into you as you screamed into his pillow - truly the best sex you had ever had at that point.
whilst your sexual chemistry was undeniable, so was your romantic chemistry. the two of you flowed into conversation easily, and could feel the early excitement of your new situation.
you spent the whole week at rafes house - only leaving his side for work, and him for training. the two of you showered in the morning, made or ordered in meals for dinner, and talked late into the night, about anything and everything (and of course, had sex. lots and lots of it). you got to know rafe, from his early childhood, to embarrassing high school stories, crazy college encounters, and all about his love for football. and rafe got to know you too, since you found yourself uncontrollably sharing things you had never uttered to another soul, wondering why it was you felt so connected to him - why you trusted and liked him so much already.
at the end of the week though, it was time for you and rafe to part ways, since the football season had started, causing rafe to need to travel.
you were inexplicably crushed, wondering if your time together had run its course, and if it was time to say bye forever - only remembering each other by the perfect week, and nothing more.
luckilly though, that wasnt the case - you and rafe just couldn't stay away from each other. he called you every night, as long as he could. you watched his games on the tv in your living room, texting him after each time to congratulate or console him, depending on the outcome. you even brushed up on your football knowledge, wanting to be more useful in conversations about the topic and to understand what was going on in the games.
your friends were of course happy for you, but also perplexed. you had just met the guy, and you two were already acting like a married couple. but once you formally introduced him to them, they understood.
the two of you just simply had a special connection, and admired each other so much. it was like you skipped all the awkward first dates and base line questions, and just jumped right into the good stuff - and it was (and still is) perfect.
that how you got here - a year after the two of you made it official only 2 month into knowing each other - in a stadium in sunny california.
your boyfriend was playing against the LA team, and you were seated in a box with the other friends and family of the players, sitting next to rafes dad and step-mom, as well as his sister sarah.
you and sarah had wine glasses in your hands as you sat in the first row, sunglasses covering you eyes as you waited for the game to start. you saw the occasional phone camera pointed your way, and you gave a small smile a wave.
you had definitely received more attention since you and rafe began your relationship - people had flooded you social media accounts with both love and hate, and had began to treat you as if you were some celebrity, which was strange, since you were just some girlfriend of a football player.
a very popular football player, but still.
with you new platform, you were able to post the cutest pics of rafe and you, (and some very hot pics of him alone), and also make a bit of money from it. you still worked in marketing, but had decided to mostly work online and remotely, making it easier to travel with rafe when needed.
a big topic of conversation between the two of you when you started dating was how you would approach that part of your relationhip - balancing your individual lives to meet in the middle.
you had made it clear that you wanted to be your own person, aside from being his girlfriend. although rafe could certainly provide for the two of you, for now, you quite liked relying on yourself for your pay, and you liked the independence that came with it. of course, rafe was supportive of this decision, but made it clear that this wouldn't stop him from spoiling you with any presents and treats that he could think of - only the very best treatment for his girl.
that being said, you still wanted to see him as much as possible, and since your job offered flexibility, you decided to take the opportunity to be able to move with him when needed and continue to work for yourself.
the game was an important one - it was the game that decided whether or not the boys would make it to the superbowl.
rafe had been jittery the whole day before, pacing around in your hotel room and cracking every bone in his body. you had tried to get him to relax, but his mind was running wild.
he kept trying to find something to do. for example, he spent a whole 3 hours in the hotel gym, working out to prepare himself. you gently scolded him once he returned though, worrying it would only make him sore.
you then ran him a bath, hopping in as well so you could try to ease his nerves.
you made the environment as relaxing as possible, lighting some candles and incense, filling the bath with bubbles and lavender essential oils, soft jazz playing in the background.
you sat behind rafe, softly massaging his back to relieve the obvious tension. you whispered reassurances in his ear, wanting him to go into the game with confidence in his abilities, and a clear head.
"the only way your going to win tomorrow is if your thinking of what your doing in the moment, not the past, and certainly not the future. you have to be present and open minded, not driven by emotions or fear," you had reminded him softly, turning him around so he could look into your eyes.
rafe nodded, a serious yet tired look on his face. he worked so hard, and he was so good at what he did. you wanted this so badly for him, but knew that the only way he would play his best tommorw was if he got out of his head.
"i know, baby. you know how i get like," rafe murmured, bringing you onto his lap and tucking his face into your neck, prompting you to wrap your arms around his neck and run your fingers through his wet hair.
"if its any consolation, I'll be proud of you no matter what. you've worked so so hard this season, and everyone sees it. I truly cant think of someone more deserving of this than you, babe," you reassure, trying to make you voice as soothing as possible.
you meant your words of course, but you really did want him to win. you knew how competitive he could be, and like him, so were you.
so once the game started, you removed the sunglasses off your head and into you purse, sitting down and taking a long sip of wine.
it was a long game, rafe team managing to get the first touchdown, causing your section to jump up into the air and celebrate. the screen had shifted to your boxes reaction, zooming in on you and sarah hugging and jumping up and down in excitement, cheering louder than anyone else there.
rafe had looked up, trying not to get too excited and keep his head in the game, but seeing you jump around so happily for him caused him to break out into a large smile, blowing a large kiss your way before running to his groups huddle.
the game got a bit rough after that, the other team getting 2 touchdowns causing you to wince each time, taking long sips of you drink. any time rafe looked in your direction you sent him a proud smile regardless, wanting to keep his spirts and hopes high.
by the 4th quarter, the other team had 4 points on you guys, meaning all you needed to win was just one touchdown.
with about 5 minutes left, the two teams on the field hadn't managed to score any points, and you were starting to worry. rafe, as quarterback, was talking to the coach of his team with a serious expression nodding along to his words before running over to his team. using his hands a bit, he explained the play, looking at each of their faces to make sure they understood the plan.
once it started, you and sarah were squeezing eachother hands tightly, muttering words of encouragement as your eyes glued to the field. you could hear the voice of ward narrating to rose, explaining what he thought the play would be and what would be the smartest option. you wanted to role your eyes at his condescending tone, but decided against it, focussing your attention on the game.
you watched in focus as rafe threw the ball back to one of his teammates, and they passed the ball to another. you lost sight of the ball whilst keeping your eyes on rafe (a constant tendency), and before you knew it, you turned your head to see one of his teammates run across the end zone and hold the ball up high, celebrating his victory.
you all immediately jumped up, cheering in celebration. you face broke out into the biggest grin as you watched rafe and all of his team mates pile on top of each other on the field.
the game still had about 4 minutes left, but it didnt matter, because luckily, the other team didnt manage another touchdown, meaning rafe and his team were going into the super bowl.
you and rafes family met him out back of the stadium, instantly hugging and congratulating him. you of course held on extra long, kissing his face all over casting a red hue on his cheeks.
before going out to dinner all together, you and rafe went to congratulate other members of his team and some of his friends, talking for a bit about the events of the game.
during dinner you sat close to rafe, his hand on your thigh as you leaned on his shoulder, enjoying the high of his victory and chatting casually with his family. eventually you two parted from the other, walking the short distance back to your hotel and luckily not getting recognized.
the minute you stepped into the room you were on rafe, holding his face as you pushed your lips onto his, as he grabbed your hips in mild shock. once it wore off, he took control of the kiss, walking backwards to the bed. once his knees met the corner and he fell back, you straddle his waist, waisting no time to lift the shirt of his body, revealing his toned figure underneath.
soon the two of you were a mix of sweaty bodies under the sheets, writhing in pleasure and letting out muffled noises. rafe had you underneath him, arching your back off the sheets and letting out little whimpers, too embarrassed to be loud, fearing the thin walls of the hotel.
"let it out, baby, I want to hear you," rafe coaxed.
you whine, grabbing his tone biceps. "cant, rafe. people'll hear"
rafe laughed a bit sadistically, squeezing your waist and pounding into you hard. "don't care. want everyone t'hear how good m'making y'feel. c'mon, you can let it out, I know y'can."
you moaned a little louder this time, cursing loudly whilst you screamed. "fuck, please, rafe, m'so close."
rafe placed one of his hands on your lower stomach and watched as he pressed down, earning a high pitched gasp and moan from you, throwing your head back against the pillows.
rafe tilted his head up to look at you and his lips tilted upwards. "yeah? can y'feel me? right here in your tummy?"
you nod wordlessly, your body squirming in pure pleasure. "please, rafe, I need t'come."
rafe continued his pace, groaning gutturally as he approached his own high. "fuck, go ahead baby."
your walls clenched around his dick, and rafe watched, tranfixed as the white ringlet appeared near the base of his cock, becoming more and more definded every time he slowly moved in and out of you. the view made his reach his own organsm, cumming into the condowm as he threw his head back, his stomach clenching as he released.
the two of you spent the rest of the night cuddled in bed, watching a movie and snacking on the room service you had delivered. and you truly couldn't ask for a better way to celebrate your boyfriends accomplishment.
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