#then again it was a football game but still

[wileys-russo]

blurb idea! maybe mila gets into readers makeup and heels and clothes ? i'm thinking she's gotten herself a red lipstick and had fun 😂

a little red lipstick II l.williamson

part of the milaverse a little red lipstick II l.williamson

"-and it is my turn to pay next time less!" you warned your best friend who grinned as she shut off her engine in your driveway. "snooze you lose." the blonde teased, the two of you returning from a much needed spa day which the footballer had paid for before you could even blink.

"consider it your gift for giving me the most adorable god daughter in the world." the striker winked, locking her car as you made your way up to the front door, not even grabbing your house keys out before it swung open.

"mama you're back! and you brought aunty lessi!" mila cheered happily, charging forward as you were rendered a little speechless by her appearance, alessia scooping her up as the two of you

"i see someone has gotten into her mama's makeup!" alessia didn't even try to hide her amusement at the sight of the very colourful four year old in her arms. "and heels! but can't run in em." mila huffed with a scowl.

"bubba where did you-why did you-" you grabbed her face in your hands, eyes scanning the somewhat clown like makeup slapped across her eyes, cheeks and lips.

"wanna be like you mama! a very pretty girl." mila beamed poking at your own cheeks. "someones been listening to leah." alessia smirked, quickly putting your daughter down after the unimpressed glare shot her way.

"come look at my art! did you and mummy a special picture." the two of you lurched forward unexpectantly as mila grabbed a hand each and tugged you both down the hallway.

though the moment you stepped inside your bedroom, the somewhat adorable innocence of your daughter playing dress up fell dead in the water.

"oo and that is aunty lessi's cue to leave! mil i will come and pick you up for our special aquarium date tomorrow...if you live to see it." alessia mumbled the last part, ducking down to kiss your daughters cheek and not even wasting her breath addressing you as your entire focus was trained to your once cream white wall.

"bye aunty lessi! love you!" mila called after the striker who was down the hall and out the door in a millisecond, clueless to your emotions as you stared in disbelief at the wall.

"mila. wheres mummy?" you asked calmly, jaw clenched and exhaling slowly through your nostrils, eyes still locked on the patterns scribbled in bright red lipsticks all over the once clean wall.

"playing her games and yelling at aunty gee! oh mummy said a bad word, a lot of bad words." mila relayed as you inhaled deeply, very slowly lowering yourself down to be at her level.

"mila. bubba what you did to the wall? was very naughty. when you want to draw you have your coloring books and your pens, you only use those, and never ever on a wall and especially not with mamas makeup. do you understand?" you spoke calmly but firmly, your stomach flipping at the immediate way the four year olds face fell and her bottom lip began to quiver.

"i'm sorry!" you almost fell backwards as tiny limbs locked around your neck in a steel tight hug. "i know. but what happens when we're naughty mil?" you gently wrenched her arms off you as much as it killed you to do so, using your thumb to wipe away the tears gathering in the corner of her eyes.

"timeout?" "timeout." you confirmed with a nod, standing back up and offering the tiny blonde your hand, preparing yourself for a tantrum but to both your surprise and relief it never came, mila taking your hand and allowing you to lead her away to the timeout corner.

"you're four years old, so four minutes. you stay sitting here with your bum on the floor and your back on the wall and you do not move until mama comes back and gets you, okay?" you reminded, mila nodding with a little half sob and sniffle, and again it took all of your willpower not to just crumble and scoop her back up.

but you knew you couldn't or else she'd never learn right from wrong, so with a countdown set on your phone you left her be, stomping away instead to go and strangle your wife who sure enough was exactly where you thought she'd be.

"leah catherine!" you yelled, almost kicking in the half open door to her office as the blonde didn't even flinch, back to you and clunky dyson headphones covering her ears, fifa loaded on the monitor in front of her as she sat with her feet up on her desk.

but that ignorance didn't last more than a few seconds once you'd burst in, headphones yanked right off her as the girl let out a yell of surprise, chair toppling over as your wife went thumping to the ground.

"babe what the fuck!" leah groaned clutching her side where the arm of the chair had dug in, scrambling for the controller which you swiftly kicked out of the way.

"i'm in the middle of a game!" leah whined, mouth forming an o at the way you stepped forward and yanked the chord out from the console sending everything black.

"where is our daughter leah?" "she's playing dress up! now why the hell did you-" "where is she playing leah?"

but finally glancing up and seeing the all too familiar look in your eyes your wife fell silent. "i'm beginning to think i'm in trouble." the blonde smiled nervously as she sat up and you laughed bitterly.

"oh that is not even the half of it leah!" but before you could really launch head first into the colossal lecture lingering on the tip of your tongue the timer for mila's timeout went.

"up. on your feet. come with me right now!"

scrambling and falling over herself in her haste your wife scurried after you as you stomped out of the office and back down the hall, coming to a stop back in front of your very somber looking four year old.

"aw bubba why are you crying what hap-" "leah!"

at the hiss of her voice your wife froze, looking back and meeting your sharp warning glare she retreated from where she'd been surging forward to wrap mila in a hug and stood awkwardly behind you instead.

"now, why did you have to go to timeout mila?" you asked softly, crouching down in front of your daughter who sniffled. "cause i did a naughty thing." mila wiped her nose on the collar of her shirt leaving a bright orange foundation stain that had you wincing at the thought of the work it would take to be rid of it.

"what was that?" "drew on the walls with mamas makeup."

"sorry you what-" with another harsh glare from you leah fell silent again, rocking back and forth on her feet with a guilty expression in her features, the pieces of the puzzle now slowly slotting together in her head.

"mama i'm really really really sorry." "i know you are baby, come here." with that you opened your arms and engulfed your daughter in a hug, her legs wrapping around you as you stood and picked her up with you.

"now. you and mama are gonna go clean up that pretty little face of yours bubba, and then we're gonna go get pizza for dinner-" the downtrodden look was wiped right off her face at those words, your wives too though that wouldn't last long.

"-and mummy is going to stay here by herself, have plain toast for dinner and clean the bedroom wall so she doesn't have to sleep on the sofa tonight!"

[princeofteevs]

Try to be at least a year ahead and work smarter, not harder. Learn about Bitcoin, learn investing & stock-trading.

I only work around 12 hours per week. And I am in early semi-retirement at 32. Still have a ways to go but I aim to retire at or by 40 years old.

Also, don't keep the bulk of your money in a bank account. You need to put your money to work for you. Learn about capital preservation and capital appreciation.

If you keep your money in a bank account, you lose money.

The buying power diminishes over time.

That's why you now need over $1,200 to buy what you could buy for $1,000 just 5 years ago back in 2020. That's why you need over $1,800 to buy what you could've bought for $1,000 back in year 2000. Or why you would need over $2,400 to buy what you could've bought for $1,000 back in 1990. Keeping your money in a bank account slowly eats away at it due to inflation and unless you have a 4 or 5% APY interest rate, you will not preserve let alone appreciate your wealth, and that is on a low end.

People buy index funds (index ETFs) that appreciate over time and offer a higher return. That's how they grow money.

Their System exists to keep us all enslaved. Their System exists on slavery. It is wage-slavery.

Varg Vikernes:

The problem today is the same as when agriculture was introduced: society stimulates the dumb to have more kids than the smart, and also enables them to survive regardless. So the trend continues: we see more and more stupid people in society, and fewer intelligent people. Agriculture and civilization leads to idiocracy, unless perhaps strict eugenic rules are implemented.

Note though, that more and more stupid people are produced by this type of society also because they are needed. In order to keep the wheels running, you need people stupid enough to tolerate doing boring tasks, over and over again, without losing their minds. The low IQ workers are incredibly useful! The more, the merrier, for those in power! These low IQ workers will do all the tedious tasks, and be happy if you only throw them a little entertainment at the end of the day. First of all, football and TV, but other things too – games, shopping, vacations etc. etc. etc.

No! If you are highly intelligent, and placed in the shoes of a worker, a bus driver, a cashier, a factory worker, a taxi driver, or whatever, you will be miserable.

[zaceouiswriting]

The Football Stud: Fever

Character: Gabe x male reader, (mentioned) Nolan Halloway

Universe: Somewhere in Teen wolf

Warnings: Smut: hardcore, degradation, humiliation, feminization, mentioned non-con

Author's Note: Sorry for the late upload. I was going to post something for Christmas, but that's coming much later. I actually wanted to do something wholesome, but it turned into smut faster than I could see, and I lost interest in it, so I wrote a smutty half request instead. (Please don't ask about the logic; there is none) I hope you guys enjoy this one.

You felt uncomfortable even though it fit perfectly, and unfortunately, you had to admit that it didn't look bad on you as you admired yourself in the bathroom mirror.

“Are you coming or not?” Gabe’s deep voice bellowed authoritatively through the locker room, easily reaching your ear.

You swallowed nervously, not wanting to answer, as you knew he would be mad if you were honest. But you took a deep breath because you were even more afraid of his reaction if you didn't answer.

"I don't really feel comfortable showing-"

"Shut up and come out," he shouted, audibly annoyed, "so you can do literally the only thing a stupid fag like you is good for!"

It felt like he had just punched you right in the chest. You felt humiliated on so many levels, and yet you opened the bathroom door, which led straight into the changing room near the showers.

You would be in the locker room if you just walked around the corner. It had been nearly an hour since the football game ended, and the coach handed Gabe the keys to lock the room behind him. The only visible light was the static glow of the lamps in the room, as the sun had long since given way to the moon.

Head down, you rounded the corner with tiny steps. You didn't see Gabe right away, but you became very aware of him when you heard him whistle after you. The first time it happened, you felt exhilarated, even ecstatic.

There, Gabe sat comfortably on one of the benches against the wall. His body was now much more muscular, as he trained twice as much as he used to, but on his lips was the same superior, condescending smirk, still the same, yet so different.

"You look so fucking hot," he commented, beckoning you to come closer to him, which you did.

When you were in front of him, he ordered you to twirl. You saw his eyes darken with lust as he took another swig of his beer bottle. Technically, he wasn't old enough to drink yet, but the football team had some leeway, at least on university grounds.

He emptied his bottle, placed it safely under the bench, and then simply grabbed you by the waist and sat you on one of his legs.

“Look at this skirt,” he said, fascinated by the sight.

You had no idea where he got it, but right before the game, he gave you a backpack with a cheerleading uniform and something else you wouldn't even think about out of embarrassment. Still, you put on everything he gave you.

“Are you satisfied?” you asked, stuttering and uncertain.

“You can be fucking sure of that!” he boasted loudly. "And even more so if a certain slut had listened to me the first time and not made me wait so long!"

There was a danger gleaming in his eyes that you knew all too well. He'll punish you, force you to shout more than just his name, and treat you so roughly that you'll miss class again. Before starting, you knew you'd have to lie to the others again about all the bruises you'd come home with. Last time, your fraternity almost started a manhunt because they thought someone was forcing them on you, but you somehow managed to calm them down, even though you had to admit to some pretty dirty secrets of yours.

You felt his rough hand on your lower back, moving further down to your ass. Suddenly, you let out a yelp as the same big hand gave your behind a hearty squeeze.

“What a perky ass,” he mutters in a slightly slurred voice, “fuck!”

"Don't you want to sit on my lap, baby girl?" His lips were so close to your ear that you almost moaned reflexively. "I know a dirty slut like you would love to know how fucking hard you make me."

Before you knew it, he had pulled you onto his lap. Both his hands were on your waist as he vigorously ground your ass on his lap. You could feel his big cock getting hard and poking you through his tight football pants.

When you heard him moan softly, you felt the heat rise to your face; you had never heard him moan desperately like that before. Usually, he moans like a rutting bull as he relentlessly thrusts his cock into you, but this somehow felt much more intimate.

"Do I have to remind you what I am to you?" His voice, which had previously been filled with lust, was suddenly stern, even cold. You swallowed hard and couldn't answer. "Pretend you can't hear me?" His laugh was dry; you already knew he was done.

Without a word, he pushed you off his lap but held you up, standing in front of him. Just a second later, his large body overshadowed you, with his hands tightened around your waist once more.

"What a cute little girl," he murmurs into your hair, "So small and yet so disobedient."

Your blood ran cold. He seemed angry, even furious, but you didn't do anything that bad, right? But even if you argue with him, it won't help and will only worsen things.

He doesn't say another word. Instead, he wraps one arm around your waist and lifts you effortlessly. He carried you to some lockers in the middle of the room, sat you back down on the floor, and bent you forward slightly with his other hand while he told you in a barely whispered voice to hold on to the lockers for dear life.

You were already halfway gone from worry and desire—if you were a girl, you knew you would be soaked—now only pre-cum covered the surprise under your short skirt. You truly felt like a slut in that moment, just like Gabe had always told you. Even though you weren't entirely sure what would happen next, you knew you had to hide how much you were already enjoying it.

He traced his rough fingertips over your figure, dancing on your skin like a drunken wisp. By the time they landed on your skirt and took it in his hands, you felt him shudder. Fearing that something had happened, you turned your head only to see Gabe's sinister grin. When he caught your gaze, his intentions were more than clear.

“Aren’t you a pretty girl?”

There it was again. At first, you thought he was just maddened from drunkenness, but now it was clear. He was actually feminizing you. You should have known when he made you dress in a girl's cheerleading outfit.

As you were in thought, Gabe covered you completely with his body, pressing his head firmly into your nape, gently kissing your neck, and eliciting soft moans from your stunned body. His hands continued to explore the entire time, finding their way under your skirt and gently caressing your legs, but you were sure that this would be the only time he would be tender with you that night.

And as if you had summoned it, he ripped up your skirt and slapped your right butt cheek with so much force that it almost threw you flat against the locker, only for him to whistle as if nothing had happened.

"Bitch, you look good in lace!" Gabe slurred like the drunken stud he is, so needy and horny that it was hard to believe.

You didn't even know where he got it because the price tag was still on when you got it, and you almost fainted; it was so expensive that you knew he wanted to do this more often, or so you thought.

“I really can’t wait,” Gabe suddenly murmured as he leaned back in his standing position.

With a quick movement, he shifted the tiny piece of fabric that hid your hole to the side, circling it with his finger before attempting to enter it, only to be stopped as it had contracted too much. You could hear him swearing quietly, cursing you and your uselessness.

Before you knew it, Gabe had raised two fingers to your mouth and ordered you to wet them, as that was the only lube you would get.

Without hesitation, you took them between your lips, let your tongue dance on his long, salty, calloused fingers, and finally took them completely into your mouth, feeling them touch the back of your throat.

The second his fingers reached the back of your throat, all you heard was him cursing once again, angry that he didn't use your throat, even though he had trained it for so long not to gag, even when he shoved his huge cock all the way into your mouth with one sharp thrust.

You knew from the beginning that it would make him mad because you knew full well that deepthroating him was his favorite sensation, especially in a crowded university lecture hall.

Gabe only gave you about a minute before he pulled his finger out of your mouth and immediately, with a precision that a drunk man like him shouldn't have, slid his fingers inside your ass. You gritted your teeth, holding back the pain, knowing that Gabe hated it when you showed any emotion other than lust and desire for him.

Without even trying, this guy hit the spot that made your mind go blank for a second, and when you came back, you felt a pain in your forehead. You found yourself in direct contact with the metal side of the locker.

As his fingers aggressively penetrated your hole, a pain shot through your ass. But you didn't complain because that was all you would get before he took you at a pace so brutal that you'd thank God he'd even prepared you in any way, which was already something great of him, as it was something he didn't do all the time.

“That should be enough,” Gabe mumbled, something he probably didn’t even want to say out loud.

Suddenly, you feel him swaying from side to side, the alcohol clearly taking its effect. But he doesn't let that distract him and instead guides his cock, albeit with difficulty, to your hole.

Although you feared the brutal treatment you would receive, you could barely contain your anticipation of feeling him again. It had been a while, and your hole felt empty for quite a long time. As he circled your hole, you quickly became impatient. While you subtly tried to get his cock into you, all you got was a hard smack on your ass, which was glowing a bright red color at this point.

Gabe muttered under his breath, cursing you for being an impatient cockslut, a bitch that needed to be filled. Although it seemed odd to you that he was trying to feminize you, it did something deep inside you.

"You want this cock?" he asked smugly, his words becoming more slurred by the second. "I'll fill you up like the good little slut you are until your belly is full of my child!"

Without even waiting for an answer, he pushed his cock in and didn't stop, even when you felt it was getting too tight, but you knew it would fit, even if it hurt a little. So you bit your tongue and waited for the pain to subside instead of saying anything or even making a sound.

In one forceful motion, his hands wrapped painfully tightly around your hips, just under your skirt, so tight that it hurt, but you still didn't make a sound; he penetrated you.

Only when you finally felt his thick glans pressing against your prostate did you open your mouth, which was usually so large when he hadn't had anything to drink. This drew a long, intense moan from you, which, in turn, elicited a deep, sadistic chuckle from Gabe.

“That's the shit,” grunted Gabe, “Moan louder for me, bitch!”

As you felt another slap and his cock throbbing violently inside you, you were forced to give him exactly what he wanted. You gave him more, moaning sluttily and even going an octave higher than you thought possible, sounding almost like a real girl.

"God... fuck," he muttered quietly as his hands became a little more bearable. "That's my little girl, my good little slut!"

He even went so far as to pet your head, almost making you feel like he really cared about you. But the relentless pace of his thrusts told you otherwise. Although you wished things were different, you knew there would be nothing between you, nothing other than mind-blowing sex, that is.

Gabe's thrusts got even harder, his warm manhood burning so well in your hole, but the worst part for you was how precisely he hit your prostate each time. With every thrust deep into your bowels, barely visible on your stomach, he ripped your senses from their sockets again and again. It was almost torture, but you loved every second of it, feeling like you could fly, breathe underwater, and face the next day as if you had conquered it many times before.

At the limit of your senses, you felt one of his hands moving up your stomach to your pectoral muscles. He squeezes your slightly trained muscle, which elicits a satisfied grunt from him.

For a long moment, it was completely silent; nothing was said, and the only sounds echoing through the room were the rapid, rhythmic slapping of your skins and the animalistic noises Gabe made like the brute he was.

“I’m about to bust,” Gabe suddenly announced, although his breathing and voice were even.

You were speechless; he had never come so quickly and calmly, always out of breath, sweating like crazy. Now, he was none of that.

As announced, it took almost no time before a few thick jets of cum filled your insides with much-needed warmth.

Gabe didn't pull out as he usually would. Instead, you saw his hand on the locker wall next to your head as you returned to the plane of the living, his muscular body hard against your back, and his warm breath that smelled of beer and something fruity, maybe strawberries or something similar. Turning your head slightly, you saw him grinning smugly at you; your heart dropped into your skirt.

Suddenly, you felt something soft on your lips. You couldn't process the sight before you; Gabe was so close, his eyes closed and his sinful lips capturing yours in a gentle, warm embrace. It lasted only a fleeting moment, warm and completely unexpected.

“Such a good, pretty girl for daddy.”

Your cheeks turned a deep shade of red. You wanted to mock and belittle him for calling himself that, but you didn't. You felt warm and wanted for once. So you let it pass and looked away in embarrassment, but Gabe, with a gentleness you'd never experienced from him before, placed a finger around your chin and forced your head back without much effort.

"Don't look away, baby," he murmured against your lips before capturing them again.

This time, he didn't close his eyes, instead holding eye contact with a knowing glint in his eyes. But you couldn't hold the eye contact for long. You closed your eyes and melted in his embrace. Your tongues quickly entangled with his, clearly more dominant. He pulled you closer to him, both of his hands exploring the front of your body as if it belonged to him.

It wasn't until he separated the two of you that you realized you were no longer standing but sitting safely on Gabe's lap. He was now leaning comfortably against the wall, hands clasped behind his head, flexing his biceps the entire time, clearly visible even through his football uniform. You'd be lying if you didn't feel things you weren't too proud of.

"Now be a good little slut and ride me," he told you arrogantly. "I've made you cum three times already, and I only came once, so keep going, baby."

He massaged your upper body as if calming you down as he spoke. It worked somewhat, but as you tried to follow his orders, you realized something: your legs hurt too much to move. Panic rose in you, afraid of what would happen if he knew. So you tried your best and even put your hands on his thighs, using them as leverage to move yourself up. But your whole body felt heavy.

Before you knew it, your arms gave way, and you fell against Gabe's chest. You heard his angry breathing and felt his hot breath on your neck.

“I’m sorry, I can’t do that,” you admitted sheepishly.

Suddenly, you felt a violent jolt and quickly found yourself on the cold floor. The skirt you had been given and the tight top were already worn out, even slightly torn, not to mention the lace underwear that was already crumpled and almost destroyed.

Gabe towered over you with his fists clenched. "You worthless bitch," he mutters, seemingly ready to dish out the worst punishment. But to your surprise, he just crouches down next to you. "I told you what will happen if you turn out to be worthless and unable to complete your one fucking job, you stupid whore!"

His voice was steady; none of the slurring you heard before was left as if he had never been drunk. Without hesitation, he spat in your face, stood back up, went to his backpack, and pulled out his phone.

Unable to move, you could only stare at him with wide eyes, horror coursing through your veins as you heard the disgusting words he used.

Just as you started to feel your legs again, the locker room door busted open. Loud laughter and energetic, indistinct conversations followed. The entire football team soon filled the room, but no one was looking at you as they greeted their quarterback. Gabe made pleasant conversation before folding his arms across his chest, not glancing in your direction once, just a small nod in your direction and more demeaning words.

When the team first looked at you, they were smug, calling you a needy slut who would even play a girl just to get some cock. Even though you felt bad, they had a point. But you still thought Gabe would say something in your defense, but he didn't.

Instead, even more horrible words came from him: He told his team that they could do whatever they wanted with you since you were useless to him now, but he wanted the cheerleading uniform and underwear back, even if they were in tatters.

You were too stunned, but when you saw Gabe, already changed and leaving, you stretched out your arm and begged him to take you with him. Instead, you only heard a scoff before he left the room and closed the door behind him.

As you were about to lower your hand, one of the boys took it with a wickedly grim grin. He gently stroked your hand, only to tell you to be a good slut to them because they weren't as generous as Gabe and would take drastic measures to make sure you did right by them.

Although you were disgusted and scared, you still nodded. You cried silently as you felt dozens of hands on you and someone supporting you. But when he was about to enter you, you screamed.

***

You woke up weakened, your body covered in a thick layer of sweat. Groaning in pain, you tried to find out where you were, only to find yourself in your fraternity bedroom.

“Thank God you’re awake,” you heard a gentle voice say.

You turned your head and smiled gently. "Nolan, what happened?"

Concerned, he touched your forehead, only to quickly pull away.

"You're not any better," he whispers lightly. "You fainted in one of your lectures, and our university doctor sent you back with Mark because you weren't so bad that you had to stay there. He did give him some medication for you, though."

You wanted to take the pills, but you couldn't move your body, just like in the locker room. Nolan quickly noticed this, put them in your mouth, and helped you drink some water.

You grimaced as the cold liquid ran down your throat, but then a sigh of relief escaped your lips.

“Did something happen to Gabe or the football team?” you asked in a hoarse voice.

It was immediately obvious that Nolan was uncomfortable. You feared the worst and believed that your dream was actually reality. 

"Gabe came over but left when he heard you were sick," Nolan told you. "I still can't believe you tolerate him taking advantage of you like that."

Smiling and relieved that what you had experienced, even though it felt real, was only a dream, you gently stroked Nolan's hand.

"I wish he loved me as much as I love him, but I'm content with how things are right now," you said slowly, even though your throat hurt. "As long as I'm in this fraternity, I get the best of both worlds: mind-numbing sex with the person I love while also being able to cuddle with you guys and do all the cute couple things without anyone being pressured to feel anything."

Nolan sat there stunned, never having thought about it like you did, but he realized they actually treated you like their partner. All the time outside of class and when you weren't getting fucked by Gabe, they spent with you and your fraternity, cuddling, watching movies, playing games, and going out. None of them even had partners; they were completely focused on you.

You smiled as you slowly fell back asleep but asked Nolan to take care of you. Unconsciously, you laid your head on his hand, causing Nolan to get stuck.

A few hours later, someone else opened your bedroom door.

"Is everything okay?" The new person asked but got no answer. When he walked in, he saw Nolan holding you in his arms. "Damn, I must be late," he commented quietly, chuckling as she walked back out and closed the door behind her. Cursing himself for letting Nolan out of his sight.

[Masterlist]

[venic-bxtch]

˗ˏˋVideo Games ´ˎ˗

•Chapter 1•

In the fast-paced world of sports journalism, you were a rising star. Your insightful analyses and compelling stories had earned you a reputation as one of the most promising reporters in the industry. Yet, despite your success, you felt a void—a longing for a connection that transcended the professional realm.

Joe Burrow, the Cincinnati Bengals’ quarterback, was a name that resonated across the nation. His on-field prowess was matched only by his off-field humility and charm. You had followed his career closely, admiring his resilience and leadership.

One crisp winter morning, you were assigned to cover a press conference featuring Joe Burrow. The room buzzed with reporters eager to dissect the game’s every moment. As Joe entered, his eyes met yours, and for a fleeting second, the noise of the room faded.

After the press conference, you approached Joe for a one-on-one interview. You found a quiet corner in the stadium, away from the hustle and bustle.

“Mr. Burrow,” you began, “Thank you for taking the time to speak with me.”

“Of course,” Joe replied with a warm smile. “I’m always happy to chat.”

Over the next hour, you delved into deeper conversations—Joe’s journey from college football at LSU to the NFL, and your path from a small-town reporter to a national correspondent. Laughter flowed easily between you, and the connection you felt was undeniable.

As the interview concluded, Joe handed you a folded piece of paper.

“I hope we can continue this conversation,” he said softly.

You unfolded the paper to find a handwritten note with his phone number and a simple message, “Coffee tomorrow? We can talk more. For your article, and so I get to know you more”

Surprised yet elated, you agreed.

The next morning, you met at a local café known for its quiet ambiance and excellent brews. You both arranged an earlier time in the morning so you wouldn’t be interrupted by anyone. Over steaming cups of coffee, you continued your conversation, exploring your shared interests and dreams. You also took some notes down for your article.

As the morning sun filtered through the café windows, casting a warm glow on your table, Joe leaned forward, his expression earnest.

“I know our worlds are different,” he said softly, “but I feel something real between us.”

You smiled, your heart full.

“Me too,” you whispered.

From that moment on, your relationship blossomed. You navigated the challenges of your respective careers, finding solace and strength in each other. Your love story became a testament to the idea that sometimes, the most unexpected connections are the most profound.

However, as your bond deepened, you found yourself facing a dilemma. Ethan, a fellow reporter and close friend, had been a constant presence in your life. Your shared experiences and mutual respect had always hinted at a deeper connection; which you gave into. You started dating him last year after a New Years kiss you both shared. You were happy with Ethan, but you still felt like something was missing, leading you to avoid him with every chance you had. You used the excuse of your demanding schedule to postpone or cancel dates.

You were torn. Ethan was someone you trusted and cared for deeply. Yet, your feelings for Joe were undeniable. You didn’t want to hurt Ethan, but you also couldn’t ignore the obvious connection you shared with Joe.

The week after you encounter with Joe, you sat alone in your apartment,throwing yourself on your couch after your Pilates class, contemplating if the feelings you had for Ethan was real and if you should give into Joe, your phone buzzed, interrupting your thoughts. It was a message from Joe:

“Thinking of you. Hope we can see each other soon.”

A smile tugged at your lips. You felt a warmth spread through you at the thought of Joe. But then, your phone buzzed again. This time, it was a message from Ethan:

“I read your article about Joe Burrow. I forget how well you write :) I felt like I was right in the room”

“Dinner at mine tomorrow night, 8pm? I’ll pick you up❤️”

Your heart sank. You knew you couldn’t keep avoiding Ethan. You responded plainly.

“Thanks E :)”

“That’d be great!”

The next day, at 8pm like both of you planned, you stepped out of your apartment building and approached Ethan’s car. He got out and opened the door for you. He got back into his seat and started driving. You spent the first 10 minutes of the drive in total silence.

He sighed, then started up the conversation,”You know I’ve missed you. I understand how busy you’ve been. Journalism isn’t easy.” He chuckled.

You couldn’t hold it in anymore,”E, you know I care about you so much. I don’t wanna hurt you. But..I feel like I’m missing something.” You paused,”Everytime-“ you paused again, taking a deep breath,”Everytime I try to just-just give in and love you, something just keeps poking at me, telling me that this isn’t right.” You look down, playing with the gold charm bracelet he had given you on your Birthday,”I just don’t wanna waste your time. You should be with a girl who’s truly devoted to you. I think I have feelings for someone else.”

Ethan stayed silent and took a sharp turn into the nearest parking lot. He unbuckled his seat belt and looked at you. He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed,”Uhm, well. Thank you for being honest,” he said softly,”I knew this was gonna happen though. You were way more distant than ever. I’d still wanna be your friend, if you want.” He smiled, his eyes full of understanding.

You sat in silence for a while, each processing the conversation in your own way. You looked back up at him with a smile,”I’d love that.” You shared a quick hug before he started driving you back to your apartment.

The morning after, you met Joe at a quiet park. The moonlight cast a soft glow on the surroundings as you walked together.

“I had a conversation with Ethan yesterday,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Joe stopped and turned to face you.

“And?” he asked, his expression gentle.

“I told him that I have feelings for you,” you replied, your heart pounding.

A smile spread across Joe’s face.

“I’m glad you told him,” he said. “I want you to be happy.”

You felt a weight lift off your shoulders. You knew that being honest with both Ethan and Joe was the right thing to do.

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[alotofpockets]

Teddy bear tea party | Katrina Gorry x Wife!Reader

5k celebration prompt: “Are you seriously having a tea party with the teddy bears?”

Woso masterlist | Words: 1.5k

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If there was one thing you knew about life with kids, it was that you would get an early wake up call nearly every morning. While you weren’t keen on waking up so early, the joy that came with Harper’s giggles made it all better every time.

This morning she rushed into your bedroom, jumped on top of the bed and crashed down on top of your wife. “Good morning to you too, Harps.” Katrina laughed and pulled your daughter closer to her. Partly for cuddles, but mostly so she wouldn’t jump onto her stomach again.

You got some snuggles in just the three of you, before you heard Koby crying in the other room. “I’ll go.” You kissed both your wife and daughter on their foreheads. 

“Hi bubba.” You stepped closer to Koby’s bed and saw his face turn from sad to happy at just the sight of you. “Yeah, mama’s here.” 

After a changed diaper, you get him in his clothes. Katrina was playing a home match today, and you were taking the kids, so you had put him in his very own West Ham kit. Your heart still melted at the tiny jersey. 

“Look who’s ready for mommy’s game!” You said while walking back into the bedroom. Harper’s eyes widened, “Me too, mama, me too!” You chuckled at her eagerness. “Yeah? Come on kiddo, let’s do it!”

Your little girl loved the game as much as her mom. She had grown up with football around her, traveling with Katrina from when she was very little. She had even started playing for a local club a few months ago. 

After laying Koby down on the bed next to your wife, you get ready for Harper to jump into your arms. “Incoming!” She squeaked before taking a big leap. You easily catch her, and spin her around a few times. 

Not long after you arrive back to the bedroom with another kid dressed like their mom. “Do you have room for another little Hammer?” Katrina smiled up at the both of you. “There is always room for my favourite little Hammers.” 

After some family cuddles, you take the kids down from breakfast, so that Katrina can get ready for her match. You had the routine down by now. You’d bring the kids down for their breakfast while Katrina took a shower and got the kit bag ready. Once she was done she continued breakfast with them while you got ready. Then cleaning up together, and you’d be on your way.

Never before snapping a picture together though. You loved capturing every moment with your little family, and moments like these when you were all dressed to support Katrina, were ones you treasured dearly.

From the sidelines at Dagenham you watched Katrina walk the field with Koby sleeping in her left arm and Harper walking out next to her on her right hand. The proud look on Katrina's face spoke of how much the moment meant for her. 

After the line up, your wife walked over with both the kids. She handed Koby over to you and kissed his forehead. Then she kissed your cheek, and gave Harper a hug. “My good luck charms.” 

And good luck you had all brought, because Katrina hadn’t just scored once, she had scored twice that match! Harper was beyond excited and was practically begging you to let her onto the pitch while the game was still going to celebrate with her mom.

When the final whistle, in Harper’s eyes finally, blew, you took her onto the pitch, and she ran straight to Katrina. You stayed back with a crying Koby, he had slept a little already, but his nap time was fast approaching and the loudness of the stadium seemed to get to his sleepy state already.

Katrina had noticed the both of you from the corner of her eye, and took Harper your way. “You should go home. I’ll get a ride.”

When you got home you went straight to Koby’s room. His big sister wanted to help get him tucked into bed, so the two of you got him ready together. “Sweet dreams Koby.” She whispered while you were walking out of the room, and your heart melted again. She was such a good sister.

“And what do you want to do, kiddo?” She looked around the room and let her eyes fall onto the tea set she had gotten for her birthday. “Tea party!” She rushed over to the cups and tea pot.

“Mama, you make picnic please.” You knew exactly what she meant by that. So, you grabbed a picnic blanket from the shelf and laid it out on the floor. “How is that?” 

With her arms full of teddy bears and other stuffed animals, Harper turned around. “Perfect!” She sat down the stuffed animals in a half circle, before sitting down herself. Then she patted the spot beside her. “Do you want tea too?”

“I would love some tea!” You sat down beside her. “Strawberry or mint?” 

“I’ll have some strawberry tea, please.” Harper handed you a cup and filled it with imaginary strawberry tea. “There you go.” 

She went around all the cups that she had placed down to fill them as well. You waited until she had filled a cup for herself as well. “Cheers!” You both said as you clinked your cups together. Good thing it was imaginary tea, because that would have flown everywhere by the force that Harper had put behind it. 

The two of you were chatting over tea, like one does at a tea party, until Harper started getting sleepy. “Nap time, kiddo.” You announced, but she quickly acted as if she wasn’t tired anymore. “Nice try.” You chuckle, as she yawns again.

“But mama, we didn’t help the bears drink their tea yet!” She was at the age where she was trying to talk herself out of stuff, but you weren’t easily fooled. 

“How about if mama gives them their tea?” She thought for a moment. “Promise?” Her pinky held up to you. You interlock your pinky with hers. “I pinky promise.”

She let you take her to bed then, and you intended to keep your promise. So, you headed back to the picnic blanket and sat with the stuffed animals once more.

You were so into your task, that you hadn’t heard Katrina come home until she spoke from behind you. “Are you seriously having a tea party with the teddy bears?” Your wife chuckles at the sight of you holding up a tea cup to the mouths of the teddy bears.

“Yeah, I promised Harps that I would.” You set the cup down to take a small break and talk with her.

“You know she wouldn’t know whether you did or not when she wakes up?” You knew she was right, but it didn’t feel right to you to just say you would and then not do it. “I pinky promised our girl, and I intend to keep that promise. Besides, if it’s important to her, it is to me too.”

Katrina watched you and then sighed. “Great, now you’re guilt tripping me into needing to do this for her.”

You chuckle, it hadn’t been your intention, but you guess that your sentence kind of implied that if it was. “I did no such thing.” You say with a smirk. “So, strawberry or mint tea?”

“Strawberry, please.” Your wife sat down beside you. “Here you go, a fresh cup of strawberry tea.” 

 Katrina accepted the imaginary tea with a dramatic flourish, lifting her pinky finger as she sipped. “Exquisite, darling.” She said in the worst British accent you had ever heard.

“Only the best for your guests.” You said gesturing around the picnic blanket.

After sipping your imaginary teas in silence for a while, Katrina speaks up. “You’re such a good mom.” Your cheeks warm at her words, but you shrugged your shoulders, “It’s just a tea party.”

With a shake of her head, she looks at you. “It’s more than that, and you know it.” Her smile grows. “It’s the way you care about the little things. Like keeping a pinky promise to Harper, even if she would never find out if you’d break it. It’s one of the reasons I fell in love with you.”

Once again today, your heart melted. But this time at the sound of your wife’s words. “It’s a good thing that I kept the tea party going, because you’ve for sure earned your tea after those two goals.”

Katrina knew you weren’t good at accepting compliments, so she took your flushed cheeks as a response and lifted her tea cup in the air, to cheers it just like you had done with Harper earlier.

“To Harper and her wonderful imagination.” You said. “To Harper and Koby, and their amazing mama.” Katrina said back. Clinking your cups together.

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[loverboysturn]

✮⋆˙ newboy!matt goes to a bonfire at the beach but afterwards, wishes he'd just stayed at home.

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matt sat at the edge of the cafeteria, the food on his plate untouched, it had been a couple of weeks since he had started at the new school, and he knew that the rumours about him hadn't stopped spreading— his temper, his past, why he'd gotten kicked out of his last school, everyone thought they knew his backstory, but they didn't. most people hadn't even bothered asking him about it, they all just looked at him with a familiar mix of curiosity and fear.

the only person who hadn't treated him like an outsider was one of the few people that had made an actual effort to talk to him, a guy called nate who sat next to him at lunch on his second day, he had started a normal conversation, not about any of the rumours or his past, but instead, gave him the in's and out's of the school—who is who, where to sit, who to avoid.

for the first time since he’d arrived, nate made matt feel less out of place, even though he hadn’t planned on making any new friends when he started, he realised how easy it was to be around nate, it felt natural and like they’d known each other longer than a few weeks.

nate was talking about some new computer game he had picked up over the weekend, but matt was only half-listening, thoughts still spiraling, he caught the looks and the whispers out the corner of his eye, it felt like everyone was looking at him all the time, waiting for him to do something, but his thoughts are cut short when he notices you making your way over to his table, tray in hand.

you stop infront of them, a soft smile on your lips. "hi boys" you greet them both, eyes lingering on matt for a moment longer. "are you doing anything tonight?"

nate looks up at you, his grin wide. "we have nothing planned for this fine friday night, why do you ask?"

you lean against the edge of the table, looking between the two of them. "there's a bonfire on the beach tonight, you guys should come" you say, voice casual. "the football captain is hosting it, you know him, right? he throws the best parties, nothing too crazy but it'll be fun."

matt raises an eyebrow at you, the football captain, he'd heard about him a few times, he was a guy who walked round like he owned the place, popular, athletic, liked being the centre of attention. the golden boy everyone seemed to worship, he was exactly the type of guy matt avoided at all costs and this certainly didn’t sound like the kind of party matt was interested in.

nate, however, had already made up his mind for the both of them, he flashes you a grin, "yeah, we'll be there" he says, his tone confident. "we wouldn't miss it for the world.”

matt kicks nate under the table, but the expression on his face remains neutral, he didn't want to go, matt thinks to himself. he was trying to keep his head down, avoid trouble, and parties that the popular crowd were hosting sounded like trouble, he wasn't in the mood for any drama, and honestly, he was planning on just spending the weekend with nick and chris.

but nate didn't flinch, just shooting matt a look, the corners of his mouth curling into a smug grin before he mutters to matt through gritted teeth, "relax bro."

you give them both a satisfied nod, your smile lingering and again, your eyes meet with matt's a little longer than usual, there was something so obvious in the air between you—an unspoken tension—and for a moment, matt thinks he senses nervousness in your expression, you straighten yourself up, your voice full of nerves but masked with a false confidence. "so, i’ll see you there, matt."

he meets your gaze then, lips curling into a smirk. "you sure will" he says, holding your gaze, still not breaking the eye contact.

with a final smile, you turn and make your way back to your friends, but as soon as you’re completely out of earshot, matt leans into nate, voice low, muttering. "what the fuck man? i wasn't gonna go"

nate raises an eyebrow, his grin only widening. "oh yeah sure, you weren't, we both know you've got the hots for her" he smirks, lightly pushing matt away. "just think of it as your chance to shoot your shot, take it or leave it buddy, we’re going”

matt shoots nate a look, but doesn't say anything, letting his friends teasing slide without a word.

nate chuckles and leans back in his chair, clearly enjoying the situation. "alright, but dont go acting grumpy at the party, its meant to be fun, it’s not a life sentence and you might just surprise yourself and have a good time."

when matt and nate arrive to the beach that night, the atmosphere buzzed with the crackling of the bonfire and the distant sound of the waves crashing against the shore, the crowd was already pretty rowdy, scattered around the fire, all laughing and talking, people were gathered into groups, some standing, others sitting down on the sand, all with drinks in their hands, the whole beach buzzing with energy, and matt couldn’t help but feel a bit out of place as he looks around.

he was stood at the side lines of it all, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jackst, he wasn’t here to party, he had barely even wanted to come, only coming for nate’s sake.

he had also somehow ended up with a beer in his hand, but he wasn’t planning on drinking it, he wasn’t here to get involved, or to put himself in any kind of situation, it was hard to ignore the way people were watching him, they all knew who he was, or at least, they thought they did.

that’s when he sees you, standing near the fire with a few of your friends, some that he recognised from classes and some he didn’t, you were laughing at something one of them had said, your head tilted back slightly, smile bright and effortless as you soak in all the attention, you hadn’t noticed matt yet, but then again, why would you? you were surrounded by people, your circle of friends all buzzing around you, all eyes were on you, their golden girl, making him feel like an outsider in your world.

suddenly, an unmistakable voice cuts through all the noise, pulling matt away from his thoughts.

“ah, it's the new boy” matt turns his head towards the sound, and there he was, the football captain making his way towards him, a smirk already plastered on his face, clearly drunk as he staggers from side to side. “hey, i’m glad you came, i've been hearing a lot about you" he says. "you're the guy with the temper, huh? heard you caused a bit of a scene at your old school."

matt raises an eyebrow, his expression casual and he tries to keep his tone light. "oh, really? probably all just gossip" he says, shrugging, as if he didn't care. "people like to speculate"

the captain narrows his eyes at matt, “yeah, maybe. i’ve also heard you like to settle things with your fists” he says, letting the words hang in the air before slyly adding, “not a great reputation to have, is it?”

matt’s gaze is steady, not a flicker of irritation in his eyes as he takes a sip of the beer he didn’t even want, keeping his body language entirely unbothered. “reputation is just another word for rumor, doesn’t mean anything if you don’t buy into the talk”

the captain's eyes smirk falters slightly, obviously frustrated that matt wasn’t biting as easily as he’d hoped he would. "right" he says, leaning in a little closer, lowering his voice so only matt could hear. "i've also heard you don't just talk, you get straight into it, huh? throw punches first, talk later."

matt stays silent for a second, letting the words hang in the air, he wasn't going to rise to it, he wasn't going to be that guy again, his jaw tightens but he keeps his cool, though he can feel the tension rising. “i’m not here for this shit”

the captain doesn’t take a step back, and matt can now feel a crowd beginning to watch. the whispers amongst people spreading like wildfire, and he could see a few of the guys that he recognised from being on the football team, obviously friends with the captain, grinning like they were waiting for something to happen, like they were expecting this, it now becoming clear to matt that he wasn’t standing here just for a conversation.

“no? then what are you here for?” he pushes, gaze fixed on matt, like it’s a challenge to him, “maybe you like people thinking you’re this tough, mysterious guy who’s untouchable, but really you’re just a kid who got kicked out of his old school because he couldn’t keep his fists to himself”

matt could feel his heart pounding in his chest now, the adrenaline kicking in, he wasn’t sure if it was the football captain’s words or the crowd lingering but something inside of him snapped and without warning, he takes a quick step forward and shoves the captain hard in the chest, causing him to stumble back a few steps, clearly catching him off guard.

the crowd gasp and erupt into whispers, unsure of what was going to happen next.

“drop this stupid shit” matt growls, his voice low and full of warning. “come on nate, we’re going”

there was a tense silence hanging in the air, the captain’s eyes were locked on matt’s with an intensity now like no other, it was no longer playful, it never was to begin with but now his gaze was almost calculating, as if he was weighing up his options on wether or not to take things further.

matt didn’t give the football captain the chance to escalate things. without another word, he turns and walks away, tension still heavy in the air, a bitter feeling erupting in his chest, he hasn’t asked for any of this or provoked any of it, he never wanted to be dragged into this mess, but it felt like he’d been shoved right into it.

it felt like you had known this would happen—inviting him to the party, just to watch him get caught up in it all, it felt like some kind of set up.

the way you had looked at him earlier, that smile of yours that, now that he really thought about it, had to be on purpose. the way you smiled at him after he had agreed to come—like you knew exactly what was going to happen.

you were no different from the rest of them, acting all sweet and innocent, always acting nervous around him, but all along you were obviously waiting for things to get messy so you could see if the rumours about him were true, he’d thought you were different but now, he could see you were just like every other one of your popular friends, playing a game.

maybe he had been the fool all along, for thinking you were anything other than that.

note: was he or was he not set up?!!! oo angsty!!!!! but so exciting!!!!! also fun lil nate feature in this one :) let me know your thoughts, my asks are always open for any of my au’s so come yap to me about them!!!!

[your-hockey-mom]

May I have a pregnancy announcement with Quinn? 🥹 Can you make her nervous, please??????

This couldn’t be happening right now. There was no way what you were seeing was correct. 

For the last month or more you had noticed things that weren’t your normal. You had tried to explain them away as just PMS symptoms, but the nausea was the one thing that was the tell-tale red flag. The mood swings were nothing new, but they hadn’t gone away. Poor Quinn had been walking on eggshells for weeks on end despite having done nothing to warrant your attitude. Everything else just aligned with your cycle paying you a visit, however it never came around. You had been more stressed as of late, and a missed period wasn’t something you experienced often, but enough that you didn’t freak out initially. However, with everything stacking up, you bought a pregnancy test to hopefully clear your mind of any uncertainty. 

Now, you stood alone in the bathroom, braced against the vanity while the timer on your phone ticked down to the last remaining seconds, although the test was very clearly completed. The blue plus-sign was the darkest shade of blue on both of the lines that the test could produce. It was a definite positive. With hands over your mouth in glaring realization, you stood there staring at it, trembling. Quinn was just beyond the bathroom door, unaware of the news you now had to give him. 

How would he take it?

You weren’t married; you weren’t even engaged, yet here you were, feeling mocked by the pregnancy test sitting there on the counter. You couldn’t hide the fact now and this was no false-positive. You had to tell him. Your fingers were still shaking when you reached for it, nearly dropping it once it was between your fingers. “Shit~” You spat, just under your breath. You needed to get yourself in order or this was going to be so much harder. By this point, you had no idea how long had you been locked in the bathroom; how long did the test take again?

You tiptoed from the bathroom, hoping you’d find him not in the middle of something so you could get it over with as soon as possible, still unsure what his reaction was going to be. He was in the living room, feet up on the ottoman, streaming a Thursday Night Football game. He hadn’t noticed you approach until you squeaked out his name. 

“Quinn?”

The first time you said it, he hadn’t heard you. The second time, however, it was more shaky and a touch louder, “Quinn?”

The change in your tone was what pulled his attention away from the broadcast. The look on your face had pulled him to his feet. 

"What’s wrong, baby?” His face was drenched in concern and immediate dread. He knew you better than anyone and even he hadn’t seen you like this before. “You look really pale. Why don’t you sit down?”

The test wand was tucked in the palm of your hand and braced against your wrist. When Quinn asked you to sit on the sofa, you did so, but crossed your arms over  your stomach, further helping you conceal the test until you were ready to finally break the news. He was looking at you with such worry. For some reason you thought he would be eyeing you with suspicion, but your rational brain knew Quinn wasn’t that way. 

He’d sit right next to you, both of you turned towards the other slightly. Your eyes were down, staring at your knees before his hands touched you gently. His soft affection made you jump even though you saw it coming. It was like you were split between two different places. 

“Are you alright?” He asked, never dreaming you would have jumped at his touch. 

Your heart was beating so quickly, you couldn’t tell if you had said your reply loud enough because all you could hear was the thumping in your ears. “No.”

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

Still, your eyes were down, unable to look at his worried face. Quinn would actually bend down hoping to catch your gaze. When your eyes met, you began to cry. It was just too hard to keep the amped up emotions inside any longer. 

“Oh, baby! Can you please tell me what’s wrong?” He reached forward, pulling hair behind you ear; his warm touch grazing your ear. “I’m really worried about you.”

“Quinn, I’m~,” you mumbled, your eyes flipping between both of his for something to focus on. “I’m...”

“Hmm?” Quinn’s tone was sympathetic, soft, and unhurried. He had his emotions reined in while you were running a thousand miles an hour. 

“I’m...pregnant.” Immediately, you broke down, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks as you sobbed.

To say Quinn was shocked would have been an understatement. He wanted to smile, to be excited, but seeing you react like you were stopped his celebration. He’d hold your face with both of his hands and kiss you so passionately. 

“Don’t cry, sweetheart! This is incredible!” 

You’d sniffle once he parted from your lips. Reaching up to wipe your eyes, you forgot the test was in your hand, and it would drop from your lap to the floor. Quinn would beat you to picking it up and when his eyes saw the positive indicator he grinned. “Oh baby, I love you! Please, don’t cry! I’m so happy!”

Words were still hard for you; you were still sobbing, though you didn’t know why other than your hormones were running without restraint. Instead, you reached for him, and he took you in his arms immediately. 

"Baby, baby, baby! It’s okay!” He hushed, one hand on your back, the other smoothing your hair. “Happy tears, okay?”

This made you cry more, buried into his neck as your fingers clawed into his back. 

“Shhh, you’re okay. Everything is fine, sweetheart. I want you to be happy...” his voice dropped off, his non-hormonal stressed brain making a very irrational thought appear. “Do you not want to have the baby?”

You pushed back from him, eyes wide and in shock as you searched his face. “Of course I do! I’m just... I don’t know how to feel right now I’m so confused! I’m so sorry!” 

He gave you a smile, “You have a lot going on, babe! It’s okay to be all over the place!” Quinn’s fingers tightened ever so slightly. “I love you so much!”

"I love you, too!” You continued to weep, just wanting to smile and share in his happiness. “You’re not upset?”

“Upset? Absolutely not! Why would I be?”

“Because we weren’t even...we hadn’t talked about this.”

“Everything for a reason, baby,” he smiled wider. “I can’t wait to let mom know. She’s going to go crazy!”

Your face went completely white. Both of your families had to be told, how had you forgotten? You struggled to tell Quinn, how were you going to handle telling two separate families of this news? 

“We’ll tell them together, okay?” He added, seeing the immediate change in your expression. “We’ve plenty of time. Right now, all I care about is you and how you’re doing. I know the last month hasn’t been easy, and this explains a lot.”

“I’m so sorry I’ve been so mean to you, Quinn!”

“No, no, don’t cry! I’m alright, so just let that go.” He smiled again. “You’re okay.”

Falling against his chest again, you’d put your chin on his shoulder and whimper. Everything was hitting you at once and all you wanted was a break from feeling like an emotional nutcase. Quinn, on the other hand had taken to rocking you gently.

"Everything it okay, baby. I promise you. I couldn’t be more happy right now! To have a little family with you, I can’t lie, I’ve had daydreams about it. Now, it’s going to happen and I’m so happy!”

"Promise?”

“I promise. I’ll make sure you have everything you need, okay? I’ll go with you to as many appointments as I can and I’ll take care of you every step of the way.”

“Quinny,” you finally smiled. “You’re so sweet.”

“Anything for you and our little baby.”

[misettemisette]

Chapter 2 ➺ Clearly on a bad slope 

Starting over In Madrid

Summary : After moving to Madrid as Real Madrid's new photographer, Nicky can’t seem to take her eyes off the pretty face Misa Rodríguez. But how will she handle her growing desire for the Canarian goalkeeper when her contract strictly forbids dating players? WC: 2K words TW: None PS: French autor

Chapter 1 ➺ A harder job than I thought 

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The next day dragged on slowly. During lunch break, I had a long call with my best friend, Angela. I missed her deeply, and it felt so good to catch up on each other’s lives. We laughed a lot, especially about how queerness seemed to be spreading like wildfire among Spanish football teams. Angela was furious about the ‘no dating the players’ clause, however, I didn’t mention my growing attraction toward Misa. I was working hard to convince myself it wasn’t even real. Still, as the afternoon came, the thought of Misa eagerly waiting for her first photography lesson kept bouncing around in my mind.

 "Holà, Nicky !" The tall, tanned woman approached me, sweaty from her training session, a puffer jacket draped over her arm. She was closely followed by Hayley Raso. 

"Hayley wants to learn photography too! Is that okay ?"

"Sure ! Let’s go to that corner of the pitch. I’ll show you the basic setups and you can take a few shots to get a feel for how it works." 

"Looks like Nicky’s a real teacher !" said Hayley. 

"She knows a lot, you’ll see" added Misa.

We went to a shadowy corner. I showed Misa and Hayley my camera, explaining the different buttons and functions. Hayley went for the first shot. Misa proved to be much more willing to be photographed when she was having fun. She made a few playful faces that made us laugh. I was surprised to see her putting on bit of a show. She actually seemed quite extroverted. When it was her turn to use the camera, Misa didn’t remember much of my technical explanations, so I had to go over them all again. 

"No Misa, it’s not that button, it’s that one!"

"Mierda! Perdón, err, sorry!"

"And put the camera straps around your neck, please!" 

"Yes sorry". She secured the straps while glancing at the screen, then snapped a picture of Hayley laughing uncontrollably. 

"Misa, I told you to look through the lens, not the screen." 

She pressed her eye to the lens. "How do I zoom in on Raso’s estúpida face?" she asked. Hayley was mocking Misa, mimicking her struggle with the presets and buttons. I found it hard not to laugh myself. 

"Use your left hand on the lens. There is a wheel, you’ll feel it." She pulled her face away from the camera to examine the lens. Her grumpy expression was priceless. "Don’t move away from it, let me show you. Look through the lens again." Misa raised camera back in front of her face. I gently took her left hand and guided it to the correct position. "Like this. Do you feel the wheel? It’s right there." I placed her fingers on the thin wheel.  

"Es bueno ! it's working !” She said happily. "Hayley, look up! This is your new profil picture!" 

Misa started taking numerous photos, and Hayley followed suit. We chatted briefly about their time at Real Madrid. They seemed frustrated about something, though they didn’t mention exactly what it was. Misa’s expression fell when Hayley brought up the ‘El Clasico’ games between the two eternal rival Spanish teams. She quickly changed the subject to her career with the Australia national team. 

They handed me back the camera and I took photos of the two girls sitting in the grass, their jackets on, rubbing their hands to warm them up in the crisp cold of January. It was the best shots since I had taken since starting here. The setting sun cast a faint, warm red light over the pitch, bathing the pictures in a rosy glow. The footballers were more relaxed than I’d ever seen. I took a shot of Misa’s peaceful face, her eyes closed as she let the weak sun soaked her skin. 

 "You’re never tired of shooting us, Nicky ?" She asked. 

"The scene is actually very pretty." 

"It’s because we are pretty" said Hayley, and I felt my cheeks growing hot again. 

"You surely are" I admitted, pressing my eye against the camera mostly to hide my face. 

"Oh Nicky’s feeling us!" she joked. "What about you? Do you have someone?" She asked.

I felt a bit embarrassed, but at the same time, I didn’t have friend in Madrid yet, and it was nice to casually chat with them.  "I don’t. But it’s okay for now. Besides, I just moved to Madrid. It’s not that easy to make friends, and even harder to find a girlfriend." 

I realized I had just outed myself without even thinking. They looked up at me at the same time. 

"And one more at the Ciudad Real Madrid,“ laughed Hayley. 

Misa was smiling too, her intense gaze fixed on me, then drifting down to the grass she was stroking with her fingers. 

Hayley spoke again, "Actually we should hang out together in Chueca. We’ll find a girl for Nicky !" she said to Misa. Misa kept smiling but didn’t respond, her hands still brushing through the grass. 

"I’m really okay with being single" I paused a moment. Suddenly, my loneliness weighed down on me. "But I wouldn’t mind getting out in town." 

"Great, give us your number, we’ll arrange that in no time !"

***

Misa: Hey it’s Misa 🧤 Sorry about Hayley she doesn’t know when to stop. You can skip the Chueca plan if you want, I’ll tell her to back off 😅 Nicky: Hey Misa, thanks! but I actually want to come, if the invite still stands. 😊 Misa: Greaat! Warning though: I’m a chica fiestera. You’re not ready 😎 Nicky: Now I’m scared… Misa: you should be! Free Sunday night?  Nicky: Si👌 Misa: Vale perfecto chica 👍 let’s meet at 22h outside Chueca estàtion de metro

I stared at my phone, smiling beatifically for nearly two entire minutes that evening.

***

I was coming out of the train station, clearly not feeling confident. I had been looking forward to this night for an entire week, but now my hands were sweaty, and my heart was racing far too fast for a casual night out at the club with friends. I climbed the stairs, stepped out into the Plaza de Chueca, and moved to the side of the metro exit to wait.

It didn’t take long for Misa and Hayley to show up. I was so used to seeing them in sportswear that I almost didn’t recognize the two girls heading in my direction. Hayley wore flowing white pants and a bright blue shirt under a long white coat. Misa had on similar flowing pants, but hers were black, paired with a black puffer jacket. The cutest part of her, though, was the mischievous look on her face.

Hayley hugged me as a greeting, complimenting me on my outfit, a simple forest green trousers and a short sleeve shirt under a lined jacket. I turned to Misa and she hugged me too. The warmth of her body enveloped me. The smell of her perfume filled the air. My heart beat faster. 

We entered the club. It wasn’t crowded yet but according to the girls, it was going to be. A few people were already dancing. Misa and Hayley had gone to the locker room, the goalie had swapped her jacket for a very short black cropped top, and I instantly knew the night wouldn’t be easy for me.

 "Let’s get drinks" Hayley said and we followed her to the bar. 

Cocktails in our hands, we stayed in a corner, warming up by chatting and drinking. Misa was getting impatient to dance but something else seemed to bother her.  

"What’s up Misa?" I asked her. She pursed her lips. 

"There is a girl over there that keeps looking at me. I bet she has recognized me…"

"Does this happen often?"

"Yes…" she sighed. 

"Celebrity drawback… you’re a star!" I teased her. 

"Sometimes it’s very annoying" said Hayley. "Hum, in fact all the time. Wait, but this is Lola! Not the girl scrutinizing you Misa. Hey! Lola!" Hayley walked away to a tall brunette woman near the bar. 

"She’s the Atletico de Madrid goalkeeper" Misa whispered in my ear, waving to Lola. She took a sip of her cocktail and froze. "Oh no! Por favor !" She turned her back to the now crowded room. "The girl, she’s coming for me!" She stared at me with a pleading look. A blond girl was indeed walking in our direction. She held her phone, looking ready to take a picture. 

"Come on, let’s dance" I took Misa’s hand and led her, passing right under the nose of the annoying girl, in the middle of the dancing crowd. I saw the girl stop where she was, clearly not knowing how to approach Misa anymore. 

Misa and I started dancing. She did a few funny dance steps. Her crazy side was showing out again and I liked it. "Thanks !" she said.

"You’re welcome" I responded almost screaming to be heard over the loud music. "Besides, you look as happy on the dance floor as on the pitch." 

"I love to party. I even mix sometimes." She smiled, dancing in a very endearing, all over the top way. 

"You’re kidding me! You? DJ Misa !?" 

She pointed to herself and nodded. "That girl is from Canary Islands!" She laughed and kept on moving more loosely. 

The music changed to a slow raggaton one. We set down our empty glasses on the bar, planning to join Hayley and Lola when I suddenly felt Misa’s hands on my back. Quickly, she pulled me close to her as she started a very sensual dance. I was so taken aback I stepped on her foot and swore. My shocked face made her grin. She spoke softly in my ear. "Sorry, spooky fan girl was coming again".  

"Oh!" was all I managed to say. 

"Nicky, you have to relax or we won’t be able to dance". My body started to unfroze. Misa’s hands were lightening a fire on my back while she moved slowly against me, conducting our dance. Her hips, pressed against mine, followed the slow rhythm of the music. 

It felt like Misa’s first intentions were now heading somewhere else. Without really thinking, I wrapped my arms around her neck and they rested on her soft hair. My fingers brushed her muscular naked shoulders. Our cheeks touched. Her scent enveloped me again. She lowered her hands to my waist. Remember the damn clause! I told myself as Misa pressed her hands firmly on my waist to pull me closer. Remember it Nicky ! She slowly detached her cheek and her eyes bored into mine. My heart was beating so fast. Her almond-shaped eyes had the sweetest gaze. The clause Nicky ! I couldn’t bring myself to part with her. Her lips were just centimeters away… I closed my eyes, so ready for it to happen when another hand gently tapped my shoulder. We instantly moved away from each other.

"Here you are, chicas ! We bought you new drinks !" Hayley handed us the glasses. She looked at us suspiciously. I was personally feeling like I had been pulled out a very hot bath straight into the freezing outside. I wanted to say something but Misa scratched her cheek and spoke first. 

"The fan girl, she was coming to me, so we tried to avoid her." She was talking faster than usual. "And it worked, right? I can’t see her anymore." She looked around nervously. 

Hayley frowned, still eyeing Misa suspiciously as I handed her my drink. "Can you hold that? I have to go to the restroom." I really needed a break right now. 

Alone in the cubicle, my mind was running fast. What was I doing? I had started my job only a month ago. My trial period wasn’t even finished and I was already on a fast track to mess everything up My thought came back to Misa. I relived our dance and felt a burning sensation rise again. I had been so completely incapable of resisting her. And yet I had to. 

We came home as the early daylight started to appear. We had stayed for hours, but I had managed to keep a good distance between Misa and me. I had danced with Hayley and Lola and Misa hadn’t come close to me again. She seemed to enjoy the night like nothing particular had happened. Had I imagined she was about to kiss me? Did Misa even realize what she was doing to me? Or was it all just a game to her? Had I upset her? Was I going to lose the only friends I’d finally made?

Clearly, I was on a bad slope.

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[mik0is0bored]

Okay I went to the game anyway but whatever I wasn't on the verge of death (like how I felt yesterday I'm still sick though)

[mattzerella-sticks]

I think we're all ready for Tim Drake to move on from the Robin codename and costume and take on a new identity just like he had right before New 52. However, while I liked the costume... the name? Red Robin? It wasn't the best. Certainly better than other names that have been suggested for him (looking at you... Drake) but it still didn't give him his own identity, you know? Red is Jason's color, and he's still clutching tight to the Robin mantle. Hell, even the costume he wore was originally worn by Jason during the Countdown series before Final Crisis.

I want him to have his own name. His own costume. His own color.

And then I saw Juni Ba's interpretation of the Red Robin suit and... it hit me -

Condor.

The wings, the curved shape of the helmet looking like a beak... it would be so easy to translate this design into a new costume for Tim. Especially since it looks like a condor more than a Robin. Especially since the symbol he wore while Red Robin never 'looked' like a Robin.

And yes there are questions -

Isn't there already a hero named Condor? Yes. Two heroes and a villain. However we haven't heard much about them in recent comics. Black Condor, to my knowledge, currently only exists on Earth X as there's yet to be a Freedom Fighters team on the main DC Earth even after Heavy Metal. The other Condor was last seen during the New 52 run of Birds of Prey. And the villain Condor exists as a Hawk parallel who, let's be honest, we will most likely never see again.

Why Condor? Aren't there other names, similar names, you could use? Yes, these similar names exist, but it wouldn't sound right or be feasible in the current comics universe. Hawk? Already exists, Hank Hall. Vulture? Villain name. Raptor? Already taken by a Nightwing Rogue. Falcon? Hero for Marvel.

The only name I could also see other than Condor is Eagle, which would also be a great nod to Alfred Pennyworth, but the symbolism of Eagle is also too wrapped up with the government that it would muddle the messaging and vigilante brand.

Condor, however, makes perfect sense.

And you wouldn't have to tweak the costume much! My only thing would be to change the color from red... to green.

Green is currently an unclaimed color amongst the Bat Family and I think Tim would rock it. We've seen him leaning on the color green more and more as Robin, ironic as his most famous costume is when he ditched green all together after Superboy's death. Him choosing green, reclaiming green, would show him fully stepping out from the shadows to be his own hero.

Tl; dr Tim Drake should take on a new codename, Condor, wear a suit similar to Juni Ba's design, but green.

[saltpepperbeard]

Coach the NBA Finals, or perform in the Superbowl Halftime Show? I’d coach the NBA Finals because uh, I know more about basketball than performing at a halftime show. [x]

[greenforestflowers]

Tbh I’m sad for Sarina too. Only manager ever - man or woman - to get to the finals w two different countries. And instead the abusive man gets the win :/

[butchlifeguard]

apparently the guy taking her to homecoming really pressured her and she doesnt even like him .... im not gonna say anything

[livvyofthelake]

i take back what i said earlier. that annoying kids mom is about to be timmy’s love interest isn’t she. i recall reading something like this on the wikipedia page all those moons ago. well. this one’s gonna be rough. we will persevere though as always.

[quincyhorst]

...Okay, I wanted to post a little analysis/headcanon I had, but there's something that has been plaguing my mind so I'm gonna postpone it.

I'd like to discuss something however. So. Let's talk about a certain match of the Inazuma Eleven 3 game: Rose Griffon vs Ogre.

We all know how the story goes, Ogre gets into the FFI, destroys RG with 36 goals, Inazuma Japan goes to kick its ass, they dissappear, and everybody forgets about them. Great.

But here's the thing. If Ogre was forgotten, then what about the Rose Griffon match. Like, is RG still stuck with those 36 goals, just that attributed to another team? Or were those results changed? Or did the match have to be replayed by the sudden amnesia!?

I need answers now, bc my whole post-FFI Rose Griffon setting depends on it ;_;

Note: I don't have the games, hence why I cannot check out the actual FFI roster for that specific part of the story. I'll still be checking out gameplays if possible.

[theshortonekati]

guys... i need attention i'm so sad, i'm sorry that i haven't been on much, i just can't handle living without him :(