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It’s just a little scrape | Joe Burrow

Summary: After a win against the Bills, everything is going good until a drunk fan finds his way into a place he isn’t supposed to be

Pairing: Joe burrow x first person fem reader

Words: 3962

Notes: this is different than the other fics I’ve written, but I hope you enjoy!! <3

A week later was the primetime home game against the Buffalo Bills. During the day, I had a quick photo shoot with a new clothing line here in Cincinnati, but I made sure to clear out my entire schedule for the rest of the day after that. Since it was a home game, which I was so incredibly excited about, Katie, my best friend, was coming to the game. Unlike me, she wasn’t with anyone on the team, but she loved going just as much as me. Like always, we were going to stay in Joes suite where his parents were also going to be. For the whole day, excitement ran through me. Not only did I have 100% confidence in Joe, but I had 100% confidence in the entire team, and today felt like a good day for the whole entire team. When it was finally time for Joe to leave, I sent him out of the door while admiring his all green outfit, which was my all time favorite color.

Currently, I was laying out my outfit onto our bed which consisted of a white sweater dress, a long brown trench coat, and a pair of almost knee high white boots. After I laid my outfit out, I grabbed my cute little clear purse with number 9 and Burrow on it which already held my must haves for game day, and then slipped into the bathroom. In the bathroom, I curled my hair and then put on some gold hoops. Once I was done with that, I put on my makeup and then walked out of the bathroom and to the bed where I got changed. While I changed, I got a text from Katie saying that she was on her way. I texted her back with, "I'm so excited, hurry!😆" The last game was in San Francisco and Katie and I just watched it over her house, plus before that was the bye week and we haven't gone to a game together since the Seattle game. Saying we were excited was an understatement.

We arrived at the stadium 2 hours early so we could settle in before the hundreds of people filed into the stadium. Like most home games, Katie drove me so I could drive back home with Joe when the game was over. Since we weren't in the stands where I could talk to Joe before the game, we both got settled into our seats. "I'm so excited to watch the game. Work has been stressful." Katie said while stuffing her mouth full of the chicken fingers we both got before we came up to the suite. "I know, it’s been way too long since we've watched a game together. How are the extra shifts going by the way?" I asked Katie. "Well," Katie said with a mouth full of food before she held up a finger so she could swallow the food in her mouth.

We both started laughing as she swallowed and then continued. "I'm making more money than I ever have, especially with the promotion, but I feel like I'm always on the go. I'm either at work, at the grocery store, the gym, the coffee shop, or in bed. I feel like you because I never see Jamie." Katie said. "Shit, Katie, why do you still work at the coffee shop? I even quit because I wasn't seeing Joe enough, and I don't have real job." I told Katie. "Yeah, well, you quit and you still don't see him." She said with a little scoff. Leaning towards her more, I said, "well that's because my husbands in the fucking NFL, obviously I'm not going to see him that much." I said. Katie gave me a little shrug of approval and then we laughed a little bit. "All I'm saying, is that you have the opportunities to see Jamie, you just have to take them. So, quit working at the coffee shop, pay the extra 10 dollars to have the store drop your groceries off for you, and see your damn boyfriend. If you need extra money, I'll pick up more photo shoots and give you the money." I said.

Katie sighed a little bit and then looked off into the direction of the field. "You know what, you're right, You should give me money." Katie joked. Elbowing her softly, I took a bite of my chicken and then watched as the boys went into the tunnel to get on their uniforms. "All jokes aside, you're right." Katie said. "Well obviously." I laughed with her.

The Bengals won the game 24-18. Katie and I cheered so much that by the end of the third quarter, we were already starting to get scratchy and sore throats. Although the bengals won the game, they gave us a big scare by letting the game get as close as it did. By the end of the game, my nerves were so high that Katie had to force me to unclench my fists and calm down a little. When it finally did end, we stood up and started to chant. "Who Dey! Who Dey! Who Dey think gonna beat them Bengals! Who Dey! Who Dey! Who Dey think gonna beat them bengals! Nobody!" I changed along with the whole stadium, which included Robin and Jimmy who were just as excited. "Let's fucking go!" Katie yelled. "That's how it's done!" I yelled with Katie as we stood up and celebrated the win over the Bills in the primetime game.

Once we settled down and the stadium started to clear out, I hugged a yawning Katie goodbye and then after a little bit, walked with Robin and Jimmy to the tunnel where I would meet up with Joe. Since it was already really late and they had a little drive back to Athens, they decided to just text Joe and congratulate him on the win. The three of us stopped just before the tunnel entrance and we hugged. "I'm so happy that you don't have to go home with another grumpy Joe. There's been too many losses this season." Robin said as we pulled away from our hug. "You and me both. I love him, but he sure can have an attitude." I laughed and then hugged Jimmy. "By the way, Joe wanted to remind you once again not to call him right after the game and give him a play by play of everything. I tried to tell him that you already know, but you know how he can be." I told Jimmy who shook his head with a sigh.

"That boy will be the death of me." Jimmy said with a shake of his head and a little chuckle. "You and me both." Robin said. We said our goodbyes and then I walked into the tunnel entrance by showing them my pass and then headed to the family area where the players could see their families. While I walked over there, I got a text from Joe saying that the press conference took a little longer so he just got into the shower and to just wait for him by the locker room. So, rather than going to the family section where I could just wait for Joe, I went to the locker room entrance and leaned against the wall while waiting to see Joe. I couldn't wait to see a happy Joe after a much needed win and wrap my arms around him.

While I waited, I went on my phone and scrolled through Instagram where new pictures of Joe from the game started to appear. Even seeing Joe through the screen made my cheeks flush a deep shade of red and I couldn't stop the corners of my mouth from turning up into a smile. My eyes were so focused on the pictures of him that I didn't even notice the locker room door opened up. "What are you smiling at?" I heard Joe say in front of me. Quickly taking my eyes off of my phone, I slipped the phone into my pocket and walked over to Joe. Both of us had huge smiles on our faces as we walked towards each other. When we met in the middle, I wrapped my arms around Joes back and he wrapped his around my neck, holding me closely. "It may or may not have been a picture of you walking out with Sam to do the coin flip." I said, leaning my head back to look into Joes eyes.

Joe raised an eyebrow and said, "oh yeah?" He then leaned forwards to capture my lips with his. The both of us breathed in the kiss before he pulled away, not wanting anyone to take a picture of our kiss. "Believe it or not, you in a uniform really does something to me." I laughed. Joe just laughed and then looked into my eyes deeply. "Well it's a good thing that we get to go home in a little bit." He said with that pantie dropping smile he loves to give me. Right after he said this, my face flushed red. With a little groan, I placed my forehead on joes chest, trying to hide my obvious flustered state. "If I could, I would slip into the nearest supply closet with you." I said. With a small sigh, Joe straightened more, obviously getting turned on. Before Joe could say anything else that would solidify my decision of going into a closet with him for a little quicky, the locker room door opened again.

Lifting my head from Joes chest, we both looked over to the door and watched Ja'marr and Sam walk out of it in mid conversation. Right when Ja'marr looked at Joe and then me, he ended his sentence and then walked over to Joe, reading his facial expression, and patted him on the back. "Y'know, the locker rooms empty, you might be able to slip in there for a few minutes. What's your record, like 3 minutes?" Ja'marr said, but quickly walked away from Joe before he could hit him in the arm. "Fuck you." Joe joked with a stern look on his face and looked over at Sam who just put his hands up to show that he wasn't going to make any crude remarks or add onto what Ja'marr said. The both of us released our arms from one another, but Joe kept one arm around my waist, pulling me close to his side and we exchanged quick I love you's as we walked.

The four of us walked together to the family section where the boys could get some food and Sam could meet up with Jessica. "Y'know, she blocked me on Instagram in college because she saw that I was following you. She thought I was her competition." I said to Sam while we talked about Jessica and where she was during the game since I couldn't see her and neither could Morgan, Holly, or Tianna. "I know, she told me she was worried that we were getting together behind her back. It took a lot of convincing for her to fully believe that you were loyal to Joe." Sam said. While we talked, I heard some scuffled footsteps behind us and turned my head slightly to look at who was making the noise.

As I turned my head, I saw a man that I've never seen before. He looked to be in his mid 30's and based off of the way he was walking and the way his eyes were slow to move, I knew he was drunk. I took another look at the man, careful not to make it too obvious, and watched as the man held up his phone out to us. By now, the boys knew someone was behind us, but thought nothing of it. "Joe burrow." the man said. Joe, realizing the man was probably a fan, kept on walking. "Joe! Hey wait up! Can I get a picture with you." The man said again, followed by saying Joes name continuously to try and get his attention.

"Who is that?" I asked Joe. "Just keep walking. once we pass security up here they'll deal with him. He's not even supposed to be in here." Joe said and pulled me closer to him, not wanting any of us to pay any attention to him. "Do I have to fuck your wife to get your attention?" The man said with a small and weird chuckle, slurring his words like crazy. "What the hell." Ja'marr said and turned around. Joe clenched his jaw and turned around with Ja'marr. "What the fuck did you just say to me?" Joe asked in an angry tone, stepping closer to the man. "Hey, security!" Sam yelled, wanting security to step in before Joe did something. "There he is! Can I get a picture with you real quick?” The man asked and stepped forwards. Once closer, he began looking me up and down and said, “and maybe take her for a spin afterwards.” A shiver ran down my spine as I scowled at him in disgust.

"Let's go Joe, security is coming." I said and walked in front of Joe to try and stop him from doing something stupid. In times like these, Joe was a hot head. The man was known as 'Joe Cool' on and off the football field until it involved the people he loved. "No, no, say that again to my fucking face." Joe said. "Just back the fuck up man!" Ja'marr said to the man, standing by Joes side. No matter what, Ja’marr was always by Joe’s side, especially when it came to disgusting people like this man. "C’mon, Can I just get a pic real quick?” The man said and held up his phone and got both him and Joe in frame, except I was in it also. The man, not liking that I was in it, slipped the phone into his pocket and then put both of his hands on my shoulders. Since I was facing Joe in an attempt to keep him moving, I could see a few security guards coming up to us that Sam got. All of a sudden, I felt his arms on my shoulders and then he spun me around slightly, pushed me to the side so I wasn't in the way. One second I had both of my feet planted on the ground, and the next I lost my footing because of my big boots and fell to the ground.

Not expecting to fall so abruptly, I let out a faint scream as my knees skidded across the concrete. From above me, multiple shouts and yells echoed through the walls of the tunnel. There was a lot of commotion for about 5 seconds and then I felt 2 firm hands go onto my sides from behind me. Quickly, I was lifted off of the ground and placed back on my feet. I quickly turned around and made eye contact with Joe whose eyes were filled with anger. "I'm fine, I'm fine." I said quickly and then looked to Ja'marr who was going off on the man who touched me and also the security guards who let the man slip past them. Once joe could tell by my expression that I was okay, he turned around and took a step closer to the man who was being put in handcuffs my a police officer who came rushing over after seeing the commotion.

"Don't you ever lay your fucking hands on my wife again!" Joe yelled and then added in, “you hear me!” I looked to the man quickly and then at Sam who walked over to me and put a hand on my shoulder. "Let's go over here." He told me and then guided me over to the side and away from everyone else. “Holy shit." I said, flustered from everything that just happened. It all happened so quickly. "Are you okay?" He asked me as we both turned around. Joe and Ja'marr were currently going off and raising their voices at the security guards who let the man get into the tunnel. The man was not wearing a pass and was not a family member of any of the players, so how he was able to get into the tunnel was beyond any of us. "I'm fine, I just fucking scraped the hell out of my knee's though." I let out a little exasperated laugh.

We both looked down at my knees. One was bloody just around the scrape, and the other one had a bigger wound on it which was currently dripping blood down my leg and onto my new boots. "Oh shit, that's not just a scrape." He said while laughing slightly because of the way I addressed the blood on my knees. “Oh no, my boots.” I said with a frown. After a few more minutes, more people gathered around the scene including a few more police officers, Zac Taylor, Jessica who came and found Sam and was currently having him fill her in a few feet away from me, and then Logan Wilson and Morgan who didn't leave yet. "Oh my gosh, are you okay?" Morgan asked when she got over to me, looking down at my scraped up knees.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I promise, it's just a little scrape." I said. Morgan and Logan stood by my side as we all watched what was going on in front of us. "How did he even get back here?" Joe said loudly. Zac stepped in between Joe and one of the police officers who was currently taking the man to his car outside. Joe and zac started talking. "What even happened? Who was that?" Morgan asked me. Logan stepped closer, wanting to hear what happened also. "A random guy from behind us kept trying to get Joe to take a picture with him. He was obviously drunk and whatever so we just planned on ignoring him until we got closer to the security guard so he could deal with him. When Joe wouldn't listen, the man literally said 'Do I have to fuck your wife to get your attention'." I said.

"That’s disgusting." Morgan said and put a hand over her mouth slightly, a sour look on her face. Logan's face scrunched up in disbelief and disgust and then looked over to the scene while still listening. I explained the rest of what happened to them and then the police asked to clear the area and informed Joe that the man was being taken to jail. As the area began to empty and everything died down, Joe walked over to me, but didn't notice my knees yet because of the chaos that just occurred. "I'm so sorry, are you okay?" Joe asked me his eyes darting from my right eye and left eye and cupped the sides of my face gently in his hands. His breathing was fast and ragged, obviously shaken up from what just happened too. Bringing my hands up, I grabbed onto Joes wrists that were on either side of my face and took a deep breath. "I'm fine, I promise you. I wouldn’t have even fallen if I wasn’t wearing these big boots. It was a small fall, that it." I said.

I looked deeply into Joes eyes with a small and reassuring smile, and shook my head to show that I was indeed fine. "Are you 100% sure? He shouldn’t have even put his hands on you." Joe said. "My knees along with my ego are a little damaged, but that's it, I promise." I said. Joe couldn't help but let out a small laugh at what I said before realizing that I said my knees. Quickly, Joe glanced down at my knees to see blood dripping down my right leg. "Shit, I didn’t know you were bleeding." He said quickly and then removed his hands from the sides of my face.

Joe kept his eyes on my knees for a few seconds before turning around a little. "Joe it's fine, I'll just wipe it off." I said and placed my hand gently on his arm, trying to pull him around towards me.  Joe looked at me quickly and said, "if the medical staff is still here then you're getting your knees cleaned up." The face he gave me told me that he wanted me to go along with him and not try to change his mind. Once again, he turned around and called Zac's name before he got too far down the tunnel. "Yeah?" Zac asked in a concerned tone. "Is the medical staff still here? I just want to get her knees cleaned up real quick and make sure she doesn't need stitches or anything." Joe said, taking a step forwards.

"I don't need stitches, it's just a little scrape." I said with a small laugh and walked by his side as Zac started to walk our way. "Well how am I supposed to know? All I see is blood dripping down your leg." Joe said, looking down at my knees again. "Oh man," Zac looked down at my knees, "Yeah, there are a few still in the locker room. Just come with me." He said. We all headed towards the locker room. I was in between Zac and Joe who was still a little fidgety and on edge after what just happened. Even though I was the one that got pushed down and hurt, Joe seems to be affected more by it. The way he keeps looking down at me and flashes those 'I'm sorry' eyes at me makes me want to pull him to the side and make him understand that I'm okay.

We finally got to the locker room and Zac found us someone who had their gear out still. So it went quicker, we just went over to Joes locker where I could sit down and the medic could clean up my knees and throw bandaids on them if needed. Zac said goodbye to the both of us and once again apologized for what happened. As soon as I saw Joes locker, my mouth almost dropped open. There were shoes, clothes, hats, some snacks, and many more random and weird things thrown around Joes locker room. It looked like a tornado came to Cincinnati and only hit Joes locker; plus a few other players lockers. "Do you ever clean? My goodness look at how gross it is." I laughed as I sat myself down on the fold out chair in front of Joes locker. Looking offended, Joe just chuckled and then kicked a few of the shoes that were in the open closer to his locker.

"The hate is really not necessary. Plus, it's not that bad." Joe said with a small shrug. Furrowing my brows, I looked around at Joes locker while the medic who kneeled down in front of me began to grab things out of his kit. Looking back up to Joe, he just started laughing at my reaction. "You really think this isn't "that bad?"" I asked, using air quotations to really emphasize what Joe just said to me about his terrible locker. "Okay, okay, it's pretty bad." We both started to laugh together and then the medic looked up at me, so I gave him my attention. "I'm just going to clean off some of this blood and then the actual wound itself. Once I get to the wound, it might sting a little bit." He said to me. "Alright, go for it." I said with a little laugh while Joe grabbed onto my hand and gave it a little squeeze.

[notthelastconfessor]

Hola culers, I am here to share one of the most important decisions of my career.

You’ve been next to me since I arrived to Barça, that’s why I think you deserve I talk to you today from my heart to tell you that after 10 amazing years, I’ve decided it’s time to find new challenges.

Believe when I say it’s been a very hard and meditated decision, but in life you have to be honest and accept when a cycle ends and that, sometimes, paths separate. I can assure you that at Barça I’ve grown, I’ve made lots of dreams a reality –even some I didn’t know I could have– and I’ve been very very happy.

From all I’ve lived I’ll keep not only the sporting successes, but the changes and the social impact that we’ve had together. This is a historic team and I know with time they’ll be valued more and more.

It’s been an incredible journey that I’ve been able to share with the best teammates and staff and I leave knowing I leave Barça where it deserves: being the best team in the world.

We all know I’m culer since I was little thanks to my dad, and being able to wear this jersey has made me love this team even more. I’ve always felt Barça was my home, and I’ve felt valued and esteemed from day one in Barcelona.

Winning the first Champions, the assistance records, the massive mobilisations in games not at home, the warmth at Johan every day…

They are memories I will never be able to forget and that will always give me goosebumps. That’s why I want to thank the President, the Directives and everyone who made it possible.

I only hope you will remember me as the player who gave it her all for this badge, because all the effort, the sacrifices, the hard moments when injured or the losses were worth it just so that I can say that I am and will always be proud to have been a part of this family.

It's been more than 300 matches defending this jersey, more than 100 goals scored and more than 25 titles celebrated. I hope I can say goodbye to all of you at the last match at home against Betis. Because you are and have always been indispensable and because I am sure we will see each other sooner rather than later.

Thank you very much and visça el Barça.

[chibrary]

ARTICLE: "The plane journey that convinced Ferrari on Leclerc" (Autosport Plus, 2018)

While Ferrari is doing all it can to help minimise the pressure - with boss Maurizio Arrivabene saying this week that the only goal for next year is for Leclerc to gain experience and 'absorb' the tricks of the trade - there is a feeling that in reality it secretly expects much more.

To realise why that is, you have to wind back the clock a little and understand that the decision to sign Leclerc was not some spur-of-the-moment call forced upon Ferrari because it was in a rush to sign somebody.

Ferrari made its decision on the eve of the Italian Grand Prix to pick Leclerc over Kimi Raikkonen not because it had to, but because it wanted to.

Leclerc's speed was obvious. The need to potentially shake up the internal dynamic at Ferrari was real.

And those fears about it being too early for Leclerc, of a young man not able to cope with intense pressure and at risk of being burned out and thrown onto the scrap heap before he hit his peak? The team management's minds had already been put at ease on that front.

It is often said that the qualities of an individual are found not when they are celebrating success, but when they have to pick themselves up from the bad moments.

And in Leclerc's case, it was the way he was able to cope with the death of his father in 2017 that proved a defining moment in convincing Ferrari that he had all it takes to deal with the pressure of racing for the Prancing Horse.

For someone who was as close to his father as Leclerc was, that loss last year was deeply painful. And, coming in the middle of an intense battle for the Formula 2 crown, it could have been enough to trigger a loss of concentration and a drop in form.

But amid all the personal heartache Leclerc was suffering, Arrivabene recalls meeting him on the Ferrari charter flight to Baku that week, and how the youngster's attitude there left him in no doubts about his star qualities.

"I asked him how he was after losing his father a few days before," explains Arrivabene. "He replied that he wanted to win the race, and then go home for the funeral. That is exactly what he did.

"If a guy can handle these moments, I do not think that he will have problems adjusting to the pressure of F1."

Leclerc has spoken openly about how the emotional rollercoaster of that weekend - the crying in the helmet after he took pole position and then the wins - meant those were days where he grew up a lot.

It is important to remember though that Baku was not the first time in his career Leclerc has faced supreme challenges. He knows full well how to keep his head under control when things are not going the way he may have hoped.

There was the risk as he started out his career of being unable to continue karting because the funds were drying up. Only a bit of help from his brother Lorenzo's best friend, Jules Bianchi, in convincing Nicolas Todt to try to help, made the difference.

Even today Todt remembers a very nervous Leclerc being dressed in a super smart black suit for their first meeting... and impressing throughout.

Then there was the difficult time in the middle of his 2015 European Formula 3 campaign. Taking a seat in the Van Amersfoort team that Max Verstappen had shone so strongly for in '14, Leclerc began the season in fine form with a series of wins in the first half of the year.

But something - most likely related to a senior engineer departing mid-season for personal reasons - changed within the team and Leclerc found himself suddenly on the back foot over the second half of the year. Where once he was battling in the top three week in and week out, suddenly he was fighting to be in the top 10.

Leclerc had to dig deep to try to recover; find answers about what had gone wrong, as he came home fourth overall in the standings.

But a super strong showing in Macau, where he finished second right behind winner Felix Rosenqvist, suggested he had kept his focus and unlocked the answers that were needed.

That time also marked Leclerc's arrival in the Ferrari Driver Academy, which helped him both progress as a driver and also show more evidence that when the intensity and pressure increase, he just gets better.

As manager Todt recalls: "Ferrari has helped him in many ways. Physical, mental preparation and also the contribution of the simulator played an important role. Of course, even more pressure has come, as is normal when you are part of the Ferrari world.

"But we have found that the greater the pressure that Charles is subject to, the greater his performance on track. That is a fundamental aspect, because today in the paddock I think that all the drivers have excellent sporting skills. But what makes the difference is the head, and on this front Charles I think is very solid."

Vettel will not be unaware of how fast and how mentally strong Leclerc is. Even if he hadn't seen it for himself, he has probably been told well in advance by Arrivabene why Ferrari is convinced it has the right man.

Did that prompt Vettel's recent suggestions that it will be important that the pair of them work together - rather than against each other - for the good of the team? Is he seeing a shift in the sands at Maranello as things will be different to how they were with Raikkonen? Only Vettel knows the answer to that.

[williaml0ver]

☆ <3 William Ellis General Dating Headcanons ☆ <3

[🖇️] word count: 1454

[🖇️] warnings: g/n reader, once again not proofread idgaf!!!!!!

[🖇️] author's note: thank you all for the feedback on my first post omg i didn't expect anyone to read that ijbol... ANYWAYS... today i present you headcanons of my love, my adopted son, my silliest soldier... tomorrow? Who knows...

☆ ☆ ☆

-Where do i even start

-LHFPLYYLLHDLDH <3

-He's the sweetest

-Just like you're his biggest fan, he is your biggest hypeman.

-The ultimate walking sunshine. Gets an ultimate mood boost when you're around. When he falls for someone he falls hard. Always smiling around you.

-He doesn't have a main love language. One day he would constantly compliment you, next day he'd help you reach something that's standing above you and cuddle with you next.

-We all know he is the master, the pioneer, the king of rugby, he is always the best, but when you're spotted in the audience? That man is UNSTOPPABLE. Like some strange force possesed him. And this doesn't get unnoticed by his teammates.

-Starting from then, you will always be asked to attend their most important matches, to the point random people start mistaking you as a part of that team. You'd think those invites would stand for free entry to their matches, right??

-Well not at all...

-William would demand at least 10 minutes of victory kisses or loser cuddles (which, of course, barely happen).

-Also, if he sees you wearing merch with him? Get ready to not be able to break free from his arms.

-Probably has a photo of you kissing in front of his teammates under his bed.

-When he gets home he just wants to throw you onto the bed and cuddle (STINKYYYYY). You allow him only to do it after a shower.

-He'd be in heaven if you asked him to train together. He wouldn't care if you weren't the best. All that matters is that you cared enough to ask about his interests.

-Which means, he would love to take a look at your hobbies.

-Dates with William are always so much time. One time you'd wake up to him knocking on your door holding roses, inviting you for w romantic dinner, meanwhile next time he'd want to take you to a trampoline park.

-You'd be a frequent visitor of events, fairs, festivals. William WILL take part in that hammer game whatever it's called. He's also going on insiting to win you a plushie in those game machines. He aims for those big ones but you end up with a small teddy bear (you still love it).

-Holds your hand all the time. He likes comparing their sizes.

-Loves to sleep together. You both started a huge collection of plushies to decorate his bed. William would insist on you to wear his pajama - maybe sleeping only in underwear isn't the best idea when you live in a cold manor, but you would snuggle with him anyway.

-Plushies aside, you two have a collection of funky blankets.

-You spend hours braiding his hair.

-Especially loves when he's laying on his bed and you kiss every part of his face. Absolutely a big spoon.

-Pillow forts, PILLOW FIGHTS. He's... surprisingly competitive.

-Isn't a fan of reading books for entertainment, though would kill to have you reading to him. It can be anything really, he's going to fall asleep in a few minutes.

-Also loves when you sing him lullabies.

-Your sleep schedule is unhealthy? Not on his watch!!! He WILL trap you in his embrace. No buts.

-His wardrobe is basically your wardrobe now.

-Very big on pet names. Would use some basic ones but also likes coming up with the most ABSURD stuff. You don't know how to act when you're randomly called a silly rugby ball.

-You two probably make up some weird code only you two understand, maybe a special handshake?

-He loves showing you off to everyone else. If you don't have a lot of friends fear not because after William constantly talks about you his friends would be keen on meeting you.

-A volcano of energy. He can have a lot of thoughts at once. If it's too much for you, tell him to slow down. You often help to ground him.

-If you're comfortable with pda you're going to be constantly hugging, being carried, kissing. He would also make a big deal off showing himself off to you. Expect to be asked to sit on him while he's doing pushups.

-A total crackhead. Loves acting like he doesn't know you in public so he can hit up on you and make you blush.

-Would offer you to teach you some self defense moves, so his love can be safe when he's not around.

-Takes your safety seriously. He wants you to think of him as THE man.

-Loves it when you sit on his lap. You maybe me next to a table that has like 10 not taken seats yet you'd still choose William to the point when you're invited to a party people stop reserving a seat for you.

-He's the life of that party as well. He's like that one strange uncle at the family gathering who'd like to show off his wild dance moves to you.

-You're his partner in crime, his little helper. When he wants to pull off some pranks around the manor he's going to ask you to help him out.

-If you're feeling uncomfortable, he's going to take all of the attention to himself.

-Though, please, dear reader, make sure to check up on him. Sure, he finds proving himself to you fun, but i'm convinced you'd prefer to do some silly activites together instead of having to take care of his aching body.

-Whetever it's an accident or actually William's fault, you always take care of him after tough matches and training sessions. You'd have him laying in a bathtub and washing him, you'd also patch him up if anything happened.

-Secretly loves when you kiss his wounds, though won't directly admit. Also liked his beard touched!

-You love kissing his muscles in a non sexual way. It's making his ego rise to the roof.

-And he'd do the same. He'd place you on his bed and you won't have to move a hand. Maybe his bandaging skills aren't the best but he bandages you with love.

-Man's an athlete, and an athlete has to eat a lot. He would be so flustered if you made him food, especially if it's something foreign, something he's never tried before. If you messed something up he'd act like the tears from his eyes are out of love.

-Likes when you hide sweets in random places in his dorm so he can seek them.

-He'd love to make some food with you together next time! And share it with you later.

-Would make a bucket list of all the weird restaurants nearby to visit with you.

-Prepare his sport clothes for the next match/practice, he's going to melt.

-You bought some new clothes? His dorm suddenly becomes a catwalk.

-He's fit, therefore he rarely gets ill, but when it happens? He's going to act like a literaly baby, whining for you to be near him all the time, feeding him, entertaining him.

-He is very emotionally intelligent. William can tell when you're uncomfortable, sad, or acting happy but not actually feeling like it. If you feel down, he'd cheer you up by acting goofy to see you smile. You can talk to him about anything that bothers you.

-He wants to be there for you all the time. When he's not, he's making sure to hire Ganji as your bodyguard.

-He's like a walking heater. And you take advantage of it.

-You like climbing him up like a goofy monkey.

-He's turning into a giant teddy bear the moment he sees you crying. And when it turns out someone else made you cry? He makes sure to give him a talk the next day.

-Would wrap you into a blanket burrito and hold you.

-Or, a more intense option, he'd warn you about the tickle monster. WHAT monster you're probablt asking? Well, he turns off the light and suddenly the tickle monsters attacks his prey.

-He isn't very jealous. Overall, while he wants to be a safe place for you, he also believes he should let you handle a few things on your own - though do not hesitate to come to him if in need, he'd be more than happy to help. Though if he ever becomes jealous, he tries to act like he actually isn't.

-William would become feral if something happened to you. It's now up to Naib and Ganji if they decide to spare the intruder and hold William back or not.

-Arguments between both of you rarely happen, they're play fights at most if anything.

-When you provoke him into a tickle fight he shows NO mercy.

-You two are totally going to overdose vitamin gummy bears for kids.

☆ ☆ ☆

Honestly i was reading my first post and thought to myself damn this i kind of good... meanwhile i feel this one is kind of worse idk 😭😭 i tried

Anyways i'm aiming to pick one more character with general headcanons and i'm going to do bigger headcanons with those three combined about like more specific situations ... i'm thinking MAYBE Ganji, Andrew or Luchino but idk yet 🧐

[ritual-unions]

Misunderstandings

Pairings: Hvitserk x OFC

Setting: modern day

Warnings: NSFW, vulgar language, mentions of oral sex

Word count: 1,800+

Summary: Sigurd brings a new American friend to hang out with his brother. She speaks little-to-no Norwegian and Hvitserk takes advantage of her lack of mastery of the language in the form of a bet.

Notes: as far as I’m concerned Hvitserk could talk a fish into flying, it’s that damn cheeky smile.

Hvitserk does not typically engage with the women Sigurd brings around. His little brother tends to hang out with the meek, quiet girls, who blend in nicely to the walls. This new one is different. She is almost too cool for his little brother. Hvitserk knows this the moment she walks into their group. He isn’t sure if it is her flouncy skirt or platform heels she adorns or the way she makes eye contact with each person she’s introduced to, but she is not the typical prototype for Sigurd. 

The football stadium is loud, louder than usual as this is the qualifying match for the finals. Hvitserk’s hopes are high, the team’s striker is the best in a long time, since before he was born, and longer still, to his father’s youth. He figures it is just as well that Ragnar is not there, not that his father had been around since Hvitserk was 10 years old. 

Hvitserk is convinced that his missing father might be the bad luck charm that had brought such a dark cloud over the national team all those years earlier. 

Hvitserk chews on the toothpick he swiped on the way out of the pub earlier that day, switches the beer in his hand from one to another, shaking the new girl’s hand, introducing himself briefly before turning his attention back to the game. Ubbe reaches across Hvitserk’s back offering his own hand and name, throwing in a smile and a comment about how it was always nice to meet his younger brother’s girlfriends. 

“I don’t think she’d fuck him.” Hvitserk can hear Ivar’s not so subtle comment from the other side of Ubbe. 

“Oh I’m not his girlfriend,” Saga blushes, turning to smile shyly at Sigurd. 

“Saga plays the keys with the band on Tuesdays.” Sigurd all but yells over the roaring crowd. Hvitserk half leaps out of his seat at the “almost” goal against his team. His team, his brothers hardly care which direction the final score lands. Ubbe knows most of the players and the coaches names and watches matches with him on the television but that is as far as his involvement goes. Sigurd and Ivar are only there to kill time on a Saturday afternoon, hoping to witness a fist fight but win or lose they will go home satisfied. Not for Hvitserk, his heart bleeds the team’s colors. Their success is his success. He can still remember, 7 years of age, the time Ragnar had taken him and Ubbe to their first home match. The crowd had been wild, thrumming with excitement. The chanting alone had left his ears ringing for hours to come. Most of all, he remembers the way Rangar had looked at him, eyes lighting up in elation as he watched his sons cheer. Hvitserk had caught his gaze by accident but the smile that pulled across his father’s face was a look he had not since forgotten. 

Today is just as loud as his first game. Hvitserk easily ignores the conversation flowing behind his back between Saga and Ubbe. She giggles, smiling at his older brother’s cheeky remarks about the smell of stale beer and how Hvitserk is sitting so awkwardly on the edge of his seat. 

“I made a bet that they will lose 2-1.” Hvitserk can barely hear Ivar over the man a row behind them who was shouting at the referee, but Hvitserk shoots his youngest brother a side-eyed glare. Ivar doesn’t seem to feel his piercing stare as he looks down at his phone, instead consumed with the bright glow of the home screen of the betting app he uses so often. 

Sigurd laughs, pulling out his own phone. “Make the same bet for me, I’ll send you money now.” 

Ubbe’s hand claps on to Hvitserk’s shoulder shaking his frame, as if to say - ignore them, a gesture that causes Hvitserk to roll his eyes. He is old enough to know when to ignore his brothers. 

Hvitserk glances at Saga who is enjoying the sight of two shirtless men painted red, arms clasped over one another’s shoulders as they sing loudly and off tune. 

The game is paused for an injured player but the crowd doesn’t not stop vibrating with excitement. 

“Why are you here?” Hvitserk asks, reaching over Saga’s head for the aluminum can of beer Sigurd has bought for him. Saga laughs at his bluntness. “I mean what brought you to the country?” 

Because you are so clearly not from here, Hvitserk wants to say but sips his beer instead. 

Saga takes the bottle of water offered to her by Sigurd and cracks open the lid. “Oh, my parents always wanted to live in one of the Scandinavian countries and my father got a job here this year so I followed along.” She shrugs her shoulders as if this is a completely normal thing to do, uproot your entire adult life to follow your parents across a vast ocean. 

“But you are - ” Hvitserk hesitates, not wanting to make an assumption. 

“American, and can only speak English and say a few words in Norwegian. I’m trying to learn more.” She bluntly states.

“I thought your ‘hello’ was good,” Sigurd offers as encouragement. Hvitserk can hear Ivar snickering into his drink. 

“We can teach you more.” Ubbe smiles at her before taking a sip of his beer. 

Hvitserk can not hear her reply as the game starts back up again and does not hear her voice again until half time. 

“I think they have a chance,” Saga says quietly as Sigurd and Ivar bicker over where they would go after the game and Ubbe has left for a piss. 

Hvitserk sits back in his seat, eyeing Saga as she casually crosses her legs, knit stockings slipping, showing off the warm skin beneath her skirt. 

“Haaland is their best chance,” Saga says, nodding at the striker warming up on the field. “But I don’t think they’ll win tonight.” 

“Why?” Hvitserk tries to not let the annoyance seep through his voice. 

“Intuition,” Saga shrugs her shoulders. “Call it a gut feeling.” 

The bitter laughter that rumbles out of Hvitserk’s belly is unwanted but he cannot help find his situation funny. Here he is, surrounded by doubters and naysayers. He is the team’s only hope. 

“Fine,” Hvitserk set his drink on the ground between his feet, rubbing his chilled fingers on his pants legs. “A bet then, my team is going to win.” 

“Okay, you’re on.” Saga reaches out her hand but before Hvitserk can clasp her hand in his own, she says, “what does the winner receive?” 

The teams are taking their positions on the field and the crowd roars with enthusiasm. Hvitserk shrugs, eyeing each player as they make their way across the grass. Saga smiles, leaning closer to his ear so he can hear. “I don’t know you well enough to know what I want from you.” 

Hvitserk laughs, that is a cop-out answer. He knows exactly what he wants if he wins. “You can have whatever.” 

“I’ll know what I want when I win.” Saga’s smile is a little too cheeky for someone he has only just met. 

“Fine.” Hvitserk waves his hand in dismissal, his team will win so he is not worried about the repercussions. He mutters briefly in Norwegian - “You can suck my dick.” 

Saga’s eyes are wide and searching for a moment. Hvitserk tugs at the lob of his ear worried that he has offended her, that she might actually understand more of his native tongue than she has let on. 

“Just want to help you learn,” he mumbles around the lip of his beer. There is a rush of emotions that pass over Saga’s face. A frown deepens between her brows, she tugs at the necklace sparkling at her collarbone, then she smiles nodding her head. 

“Yes,” she replies smiling mischievously as she eyes the game unfolding before her then back at Hvitserk. “Whatever you say, Hvitserk, but I am going to win.”

****

He has won, his team has won with no thanks given to his brothers or the new girl’s skepticism. 

He did not really mean what he said when he told Saga she had to give him a blow job if his team won but looking at her now, smiling lips wrapping around the narrow end of neck of the beer bottle in her hand, her wool stockings stopping right below the edge of her skirt, the pale skin of her thighs briefly peaking out with each swish of her hips, he can’t help but imagine what she might look like kneeled before him.  

The group have somehow made it back to the flat Sigurd calls home. His little brother has turned up the music obnoxiously loud for seemingly no reason. It is only the five of them in the living room, and Ivar looks annoyed enough to leave without saying goodbye to anyone. 

From across the room, Hvitserk cannot hear the words coming out of Saga’s mouth but he can tell by the reaction on Sigurd’s face that what she is saying to him is not good. 

Hvitserk’s arm wraps around Saga’s frame, pulling her away from Sigurd’s exclamations of anger before she can find out the exact meaning behind Hvitserk’s previous terms to their bet. 

She is saying something to him but he cannot hear her over the music or Sigurd’s shouting. Hvitserk waves his little brother away, pulling Saga to the corner until he can see her lips moving properly. 

He frowns, looking down at her. What is she saying? She repeats the phrase a little slower this time. The syllables thick on her tongue as though she’s had a Novocain shot in her mouth and can no longer speak correctly. He laughs, suddenly understanding, she is trying to speak Norwegian to him, though she is failing miserably. Whatever it is that she is trying to say, makes no sense to him.

He shakes his head, hiding his smile around the lip of his beer bottle, but she knows he is mocking her.

“Fine,��� Saga says in English, nodding her head towards the hallway. “A bet is a bet.” 

Hvitserk laughter is throaty and he looks up at the ceiling as if in disbelief. He supposed Sigurd did get the chance to tell her his meaning. That he wanted her to suck his dick if his team won. His cock twitches slightly at the thought. He hopes she is not just messing around with him. 

He finds her gaze once again, staring at him so intently, a serious look on her face. He opens his mouth to reply but her fingers threads through his and he finds himself walking down the hallway with a girl he has only just met. 

[distantlaughter]

New kid on the grid follows his father's formula

By Donald McRae for The Guardian, originally written 6 March 2006 (x)

Talented and charismatic, Nico Rosberg brings the same kind of individuality and personality to the track as his world championship-winning father, says Donald McRae.

"I was about 10 years old when I first understood how complex and difficult the whole father-son thing is for us," Nico Rosberg says as he tugs at a set of tousled blond locks that look as if they've just drifted off the set of Neighbours rather than into a hushed boardroom at the Williams formula one headquarters in Oxfordshire. The 20-year-old might appear more suited to soap stardom than one of sport's most unforgiving environments, but Rosberg offers some acute insights into his competitive relationship with his father, Keke, a former world champion driver for the same Williams team.

They also illustrate why a compelling story this year is likely to revolve around the debut season of the talented and charismatic Rosberg - managed by his father, a large 57-year-old who now resembles a cheery walrus rather than the chain-smoking champion from a more glamorous era. But the two men, sharing an intense bond as universal as it is personal, promise to bring much needed colour to formula one's increasingly anodyne world.

The Rosberg name, inevitably, has added to Nico's allure. "It's opened up a lot of doors and given me plenty of opportunities, because people are interested to see if I have my father's ability. So I'm grateful for that." But, as Nico stresses, the heavy shadow of his father brings its own conflict. "It is a burden because I get asked about my father all the time. I just need to accept that he was a champion before me."

The tangled emotions have hardly been loosened by Nico's decision to appoint Keke as his manager. "Our relationship is very good - but claustrophobic. We're both quite difficult people - I would say especially him! So we argue a lot but I never shout. What happens instead is that one of us walks away and then, after a while, we make it up. It's not really big fights anyway. It's more about me wanting to get home and have a break and he's asking me about racing. I don't want to listen - and he gets mad.

"So while it is difficult I also know he is absolutely the best manager for me. I trust him completely but he would be great for any driver. Look at the job he did for Mika [Hakkinen] when he won the championship [for McLaren in 1998 and '99]. My dad is a great manager. He's not just competent - he's very clever."

Keke Rosberg won the 1982 world championship for Williams - three years before Nico was born. "Back in those days," Nico says, "I think racing seemed more special. A lot of people miss that kind of individuality and personality the drivers brought to the track. There was much more freedom - and my dad told me that if he'd had to train then as much as I do now he would have become a dentist instead. His thing was just getting into the car and driving fast."

Rosberg's answer is blunt when I wonder if he might secretly yearn to have competed in those different days. "No. All the training and gym work is not hard for me. I'm very motivated to succeed now. I have a strong will and I'm competing in a much tougher world than my dad's - and that's good."

But there's never time to slip out for a defiant fag, à la the relentlessly puffing Keke . . . "I wouldn't want to," Rosberg sniffs. "Smoking is disgusting. But I understand that those guys had a certain glamour - and formula one is much more faceless today."

Rosberg hesitates when prompted to put forward a name from the current era who might have thrived during racing's more vibrant past. "Probably [Juan Pablo] Montoya - with his Latin look. He's the only one that comes to mind. But he's still not Ayrton Senna. He's not the person you'd want to look up to. Same goes with Kimi [Raikkonen]. He might be quick - but there's not the personality to inspire anyone. But [motor racing's governing body] the FIA are now making an effort to bring back some excitement to formula one."

Bernie Ecclestone has campaigned for a new style of driver - and has specifically named Rosberg and Valentino Rossi as the kind of exuberant racers who could bring renewed vitality to the grid. "Campaigned might be too strong a word," Rosberg cautions. "But he did speak to Frank [Williams] and say it would be a good idea to sign me."

Few team principals are as tough-minded as Frank Williams - and so Nico's winning of the 2002 BMW Championship and last year's fledgling GP2 series will have been far more significant than Keke's evocative ties to the team. GP2 was, in fact, widely regarded to have featured better racing than the F1 championship it supports.

"Oh no," Rosberg groans, "maybe I'm going into the wrong series. Those GP2 cars were fantastic to drive, the competition was intense and the reverse grid on Sunday was great because they would switch around the first eight cars and so I learned how to overtake. But I was pretty dominant in the end and now it's time to step up to another level."

On the grid in Bahrain for this Sunday's opening race, Rosberg expects "to feel a mixture of happiness that I've made it to formula one and some nervousness. But I've always coped with such emotions before and it helps that I've raced on 12 of the grand prix circuits. You always have good memories of places where you've done well and, last year, in GP2, I won in Bahrain. People complain about the heat and sand but it doesn't bother me at all."

There is a neat symbolism in the fact that Rosberg, the youngest F1 driver this year, has only previously competed against the oldest racer on the grid. "I was up against [Michael] Schumacher five years ago in a go-kart race. I was 15 and he was 32. He finished second and I was third, close behind. We spoke afterwards because he knew my dad and we had a good chat. It was an important moment for me to see how hard I had pushed the best racing driver in the world."

Rosberg shares a nationality with Schumacher rather than his Finnish father. Born in Wiesbaden, Germany, to a German mother, Sina, Rosberg gradually assumed her nationality - even if, with Keke and Sina, he grew up in Monaco. Their family home is now in the Austrian Alps and with his immaculate English apparently surpassed by his German, French and Italian, Rosberg professes "not to be sure of my nationality. It says German on my passport but that's mostly because we speak German at home and watch German TV. People in Finland have also adopted me because of my dad and that's great but it's the one language I can't speak. It was up to my dad to teach me but he decided I should concentrate on other languages."

One of Rosberg's more intriguing characteristics is that, unlike the archetypal grand prix driver, he appears interested in a world beyond the paddock. It is a curious experience to be asked questions about my own nationality, and for my views on language and culture, by a young racing driver - especially when the breed usually appear bored witless by any interview. Rosberg may eventually be worn down but, for now, he actually apologises for his "not so scintillating answers". He explains how exhausted he is by the ceaseless formula one treadmill and grins in seeming relief when reassured that he offers more engaging company than most of his contemporaries.

"Really?" he jokes. "They must be even more boring than I thought."

His wider perspective is again evident in the revelation that Rosberg could have studied aerodynamics at Imperial College in London. "They offered me a place and all my friends had gone off to college so I thought, 'Oh, what do I do now?' But I'd test-driven a Williams F1 car when I was 17 [in December 2002] and there's no way I could give up that dream. Aerodynamics would've been interesting but it could never have given me the buzz I'll get on the grid in Bahrain."

Rosberg will be racing a car there that, following the team's acrimonious split from BMW, now uses Cosworth engines - as his father did when he won the title - and Bridgestone tyres. "There are a lot of changes but I would say the package is looking good at the moment. Bahrain will tell us where we are, but maybe the best way of expressing it is to say that we expect a good year on the way back to the top."

Rosberg may not cry as many tears as he did all those years ago when losing to his father on the tennis court, but the same intensity of emotion still surges through both men. "Of course. We are both alike - and we're used to winning. We might have learnt to control them but the feelings are still there. I just like the fact that we're now on the same side, working together, with the hope that I might one day match what he did and win a world championship."

[lucky-bishova-42]

Anniversaries

(oneshot that takes place between chapters 16 and 17 in Malen’kiy Yastreb)

May 4th.

Most people celebrate this day by bingeing as much Star Wars content as possible.

Others go out to get supplies for margaritas and tacos for the next day.

And some, mostly the people in New York City, they take the day to parade, celebrate, and remember the time the Avengers banded together and saved the city.

But for Kate, it is a day that is filled with heaviness and sorrow.

Kate knew that this year was gonna be different. But she didn’t realize how different it would feel and she definitely didn’t realize how much harder it would hit her.

She barely felt like getting out of bed.

In fact, she didn’t.

Which is why around 10:30 she hears a knock on her door.

“Malen’kiy yastreb?” Natasha calls from the other side of the door, “can I come in?”

Kate lets out the tiniest, “yeah.”

Natasha comes into the room and softly makes her way over to the bed. She sits down on the side facing Kate and gently brushes a piece of Kate’s hair back behind her ear, trying to inconspicuously check to make sure Kate doesn’t have a fever like last time she stayed in bed so late.

“Are you okay, malyshka?” Natasha asks, momentarily relieved that she found no evidence of fever or other illness.

Kate shrugs and Natasha frowns, immediately racking her brain to try and figure out why her daughter would be so down.

Then it dawns on her as she remembers and her heart clenches.

That day, for Natasha and the rest of the team, had been victorious but also had its fair share of darkness associated with it. But it is also the day she had found this dysfunctional family.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she looks back down at Kate, who still has dried tear marks on her cheeks, “How can I help? Is there anything you usually do today or is there something specific you want to do? Or would you like to just have a cosy day? It’s totally up to you, dorogoy.”

Kate thinks for a moment before responding. When she does, her voice is slightly hoarse from crying earlier, “There is something that I usually do. And I usually do it by myself, but… could… could you to come with me this year?”

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Kate holds Natasha hand as she leads her down to the familiar path. Once she reaches the stone, she feels Natasha give her hand a gentle squeeze.

Kate looks up at Natasha, who senses Kate’s need for some space and sends her a small comforting smile before releasing Kate’s hand and starts to wandering down the next few aisles.

Kate watches as Natasha slowly distances herself from her. Releasing a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, Kate slowly makes her way closer to the stone and takes a seat on the grass in front of it.

“Hey dad,” she starts softly, “I’m sorry I haven’t come to see you in a while… It’s been a weird couple of months. And don’t worry, I didn’t bring you any flowers because I know how much you hated them…

“I want you to know that I am not mad at you for being involved with Kingpin. Unlike some people, I know you were only doing it to build a better life for me and to protect me as best as you could. But I won’t lie, because of everything with Kingpin, this past year has been tough. I broke some ribs. There was a nasty trial. Bishop Securities has been dissolved. I was involved in a high speed chase, which was kinda scary but also really cool. Mom’s in jail. She was even more involved with Kingpin than you ever were. And she wasn’t even doing it to protect me, just to make herself richer. And, well, mom’s not even my mom anymore. She fully signed her rights away… and to be honest, I am not even mad about that.

“As crazy as everything was, I just keep remembering what you would always tell me, things always happen for a reason. And it’s true. Because of all that, I now enjoy the life I live. I have some great new friends at school, I am on track to win the archery championship in the end of May, and my home life is infinitely better than when it was just me and Eleanor…”

Kate looks up to see Natasha leaning against a tree far enough away to give Kate her privacy but close enough to keep a protective eye on her.

Kate smiles.

“And you’d be happy to know that I finally have a parent that cares for me and loves me just like you did. You would love her. She is both overprotective and understanding as well as funny and sweet. And—no big deal or anything—but she is literally an Avenger. But the best thing about her is that she loves me for who I am. She is the best thing that has came out of this whole mess. She is the reason I am still here today…

“I hope you can rest easier now knowing I am finally safe, loved, and being taken care of.”

Kate gets up, dusts her pants off, and leans closer to the stone. She kisses her hand and then rests her hand against her father’s name, “love you daddy and I miss you so much.”

Kate walks over to Natasha and throws her arms around her, tucking her head into Natasha’s chest. Natasha immediately reciprocates the embrace and holds Kate tight, dropping a kiss to her temple.

“Are you okay, malyshka?” Natasha asks, softly.

Kate nods, “Thank you for coming with me today,”slowly pulling her head back to look at Natasha with a soft smile, “love you Tasha.”

Natasha kisses Kate softly on the forehead, “I love you too malen’kiy yastreb.”

[canirove]

Red & Blue | Chapter 22

Author's note: I just want to say... I'm sorry. You'll understand why when you finish this chapter 😅

And if it isn't asking too much, from now on when you send me an ask discussing the chapter, could you write "Red & Blue spolier" at the begining of the message? That way people who haven't ready it yet and who follow me, will scroll past that it and not read anything that may spoil it for them ☺️

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Masterlist

"Sorry for ruining our last game together" Leah says, resting her head on my shoulder. We are on the bus on our way back home, the worst season we've had since I'm on the first team finally over.

"You didn't ruin anything. And it wasn't our last game together."

"If I had scored that goal, we would have won and you would be leaving with a last win, not with a draw. Because you are leaving. And I get it. The World Cup is around the corner, and we are getting old. You need to make the most of it."

"We are not old, Leah."

"In football years, we are. We’ll be 30 and 29 next year! That's the beginning of the end."

"You are so dramatic" I laugh.

"Promise you won't forget about me."

"I won't forget about you, Leah. It doesn't matter if I'm here in England, in Germany or in Spain. You are my best friend, and that will never change."

"I love you" she says, hugging me.

"I love you too, Leah" I say, hugging her back.

━━━━━━❃��━━━━━    

"What if I stay? Maybe next year will be our year? We must see the light at one point" I say, pacing around our room.

"It's impossible to know that. And the deal is almost closed" Mason says, laying on the bed.

"But I can still say no. It won't look very professional, but it's possible. And what about us, uh? Can we survive a long distance relationship?"

"We can, we've already talked about it."

"I know, I know. It'll be like when we have away games, but a bit longer. And we will see each other during international break, and there always is the possibility of catching a plane for a quick trip during a free day."

"Exactly."

"But what about the fans? They will hate me for leaving, I've been at Arsenal since I was a kid!"

"They'll be disappointed at first, but those who can use their brains will understand your decision."

"But..."

"But nothing" Mason says, getting up from the bed. "We are gonna go to that meeting with Rob and the others, discuss the final touches, and close the deal."

"Why are you so calm?"

"Because one of us has to if we want this to work out."

"Because this will work out" I say, taking a deep breath.

"It will. Trust me" Mason says, kissing my forehead.

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━    

"Everything is ready."

"Thank you" I say.

"You'll be ok. And if you cry, you cry" Mason says next to me. "You've been here for almost 20 years."

I just nod, my throat already starting to hurt as tears threaten to come out.

When I leave the room where Mason and I were waiting, I'm almost blinded by the cameras' flashes. As I sit down, my manager next to me, I can see Leah and my teammates front row, my family and Aaron next to them.

"Thank you very much for coming" I say, my voice sounding very weird in my ears. "Some people may not believe this, but today it's the worst day of my football career so far. I've gone through many tough moments, really hard defeats... But nothing compares to having to say good bye to the club that's been my home since I was 10. The club where I got to meet my best friend and one of the most important people in my life. The club that has taught me everything I know about football, and the one that has helped me become the person I am today. These past years have been the best years of my life as a football player, and it's all thanks to this club. Thanks to this team" I say, nodding towards my teammates. "And thanks to the fans. I know you'll be disappointed with me right now. Angry. And I understand it. But I hope that one day, you will understand why I'm making this decision. That one day, you'll think of me and remember all the good moments we've shared together. Even the hard ones. Because we fought through them together. I won't be part of the team this season, but I know these girls over here and the people who work every day with them, and I know that, with your help, the fans help... Arsenal will be back where it deserves to be. Even if I'm now going to wear a different shirt, different colors... I will still support Arsenal. I'll be another fan, cheering for my girls and giving them the strength they may need, just as you all will be doing from the stadium and your homes" I say while crying and trying to control my sobs. "I know I'm probably forgetting half of the things I wanted to say, but... But know that this isn't a goodbye. It's a see you soon. Come on you gunners!"

With that, I let myself properly cry, my manager giving me a hug. A hug that ends up being a team hug, the girls moving to where I am, Leah the first. My girls.

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"It's gonna be so weird."

"What is?"

"Seeing you, Dec and everyone else with the national team while I stay at home, bored to death."

"These end of the season games are the worst, you are the lucky one. And now you'll have plenty of time to play videogames without anyone complaining about it" I say.

"I'm gonna miss that, you'll see. And the bed will feel so weird without you..."

"We weren't going to sleep together at St. George’s either."

"I know. But at least I knew that you were just a few rooms away, not kilometres."

"You'll survive, Mason. And it'll be a way to get used to what's going to happen next season."

"Yeah..."

"We'll be fine. You said it yourself, remember?" I say, sitting on the bed next to him.

"We will, yes" he says with a sad smile.

"I can always hide you on my suitcase, tho. It may not be the best for your injury, but if we put you in the right position..."

"I'm not that small" he says, finally giving me a smile.

"Well..." I say, teasing him.

"It's not fair to compare me to guys like Tyrone or... Eric."

"Not again, Mason. I thought we had closed that chapter."

"We have" he says. "But he's back with the national team. You are gonna see him."

"And? I'm not gonna sneak into his room at night or anything like that. I'm with you, Mason. You are my boyfriend, my fake husband, and the man I love. You" I say, hitting him on the chest with my finger.

"Ouch" he says. "That hurt."

"Good. Now you know how serious I am. So," I say, getting up "do you want to check if you can fit on my suitcase?"

"You are crazy" he chuckles.

"Crazy for you, yes."

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"When you said I'll see you later, I thought you meant for lunch, not for dinner."

"I'm sorry" Mason says. "I lost track of time."

"With Nathan?"

"Yes."

"Doing what?"

"Since when do I have to tell you everything I do?"

"Since you started to act weird, for example?"

"I'm not acting weird."

"Yes, you are. You barely texted me or called me after the first international game, and it feels like you've been avoiding me since I got back."

"I just... Urgh" he says, letting himself fall on the sofa, hiding his face behind his hands.

"Mason, what is going on? You are worrying me" I say, moving to be next to him.

"I think I need some time."

"Some time?"

"Yes. Alone. To think. I... I don't like the things I've been feeling and thinking while you were away. I need some time alone to think about them and try to understand them."

"Mason... Are you... Are you breaking up with me?" I say, my throat already hurting as I try not to cry.

"No, no" he says, sitting up and holding my hands. "I'm not breaking up with you. I love you. But because I do, I need to fix all these insecurities and the jealousy I've been feeling."

"Because of Eric."

"Yes."

"Even if you know I want nothing with him. That I love you. You."

"Yes. I know. But I just… I don’t want to fight again because of it. I don’t want to risk ruining this, us, because another argument. So before it gets out of hand, I want to take some time and try to fix it. To work on myself."

"Ok… So what are we gonna do now?" I ask, not being able to stop myself from crying.

"For now, we’ll do as we had planned" he says, gently wiping away my tears. "I go on holidays for a few days with the boys, and you with your friends. But I'm gonna need you to give me some space, so don't text me or call me."

"I'll try... But what about our holidays? What if you still haven't figured out all this?"

"I don't know. I guess we'll just have to wait and see what happens" he shrugs.

"Ok" I say between sobs. "But promise you won't do anything stupid. Like getting drunk or cutting your hair."

"I promise" he smiles, making me cry even harder.

Things have to work out. He has to figure out everything he's going through. Because I don't think my heart can survive breaking up with him. Not when I'm about to move to another country, alone, and risking the future of my career.

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FACTS AND STATS: Three champs on top in first-ever race to feature three red flags

It was drama all the way at Melbourne’s Albert Park on Sunday, as Red Bull’s Max Verstappen held his nerve to secure his first win on Australian soil, bringing him level with Ayrton Senna’s podium total in the process. But there were plenty of other fascinating figures to arise from Down Under… Today’s Grand Prix was the first F1 race in history to feature three red flags. The last time a race finished under the Safety Car was at Monza in Italy in 2022. Verstappen had never previously won in Melbourne. RACE REPORT: Verstappen takes first-ever Australian GP win amid huge drama in Melbourne Red Bull's only previous Melbourne victory was in 2011 with Sebastian Vettel. It’s the first time Red Bull have won the first three races of an F1 season. Verstappen’s 80th career podium finish ties him with Ayrton Senna's total. Verstappen and Hamilton have now finished one-two (in either order) 34 times, more than any other driver pairing in history. Lance Stroll helped ensure an excellent day for the Aston Martin team Hamilton – second today – had not completed a lap in the top four in the opening two races of the year. Hamilton made his first Mercedes start in Melbourne 10 years ago. Fernando Alonso took a third consecutive podium finish for the first time since 2013. The last time three world champions finished on the podium together was Hungary 2018 (Hamilton/Vettel/Raikkonen). Today’s podium trio of Verstappen, Hamilton and Alonso boast 11 world titles between them. DRIVER OF THE DAY: Perez gets your vote after pit lane-to-P5 charge in Melbourne With Lance Stroll following team mate Alonso home, there were two Aston Martins in the top-four for the first time in the history of the marque. With Lando Norris in P6 and team mate Oscar Piastri P8, McLaren scored points for the first time in 2023. Those were the first points of Piastri’s F1 career and he scored them on home soil. Yuki Tsunoda finally got his name on the 2023 scoreboard Nico Hulkenberg’s seventh place for Haas was the team’s best result since Austria last year. Hulkenberg has now finished seventh in five of his last six starts in Australia. At Alfa Romeo, Zhou Guanyu in P9 scored his first points since Monza last year, the most recent race to finish behind the Safety Car prior to today. In P10 for AlphaTauri, Yuki Tsunoda finally scored after finishing one place outside the points at the previous three races. Carlos Sainz crossed the line fourth, but ended up in P12 after a five-second penalty for his collision with Alonso dropped him down the order. Team mate Charles Leclerc went out on Lap 1 for the fifth time in his F1 career. READ MORE: 'It's the worst start to the season ever' says Ferrari's Leclerc as he laments Lap 1 DNF in Australia George Russell’s DNF was his first mechanical retirement as a Mercedes driver, and only his second retirement for the team for any reason. Williams’ Alex Albon ran in sixth place before his early accident. He only completed one lap in the top six in the entire 2022 season. via Formula 1 News https://www.formula1.com

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Freshman Leads Cal to 49-31 Win Over Arizona

BERKELEY — Jaydn Ott ran for 274 yards and three touchdowns and the Cal football team opened Pac-12 play with a resounding 49-31 victory over Arizona at Memorial Stadium.

Ott scored on a 73-yard run on only the second play from scrimmage, an improbable 18-yard TD in the third quarter after he had appeared to be stopped for a short gain, and then another 72-yard score to ice it late in the fourth.

"Every time I touch the ball, I feel like I'm going to score," Ott said. "That's my mentality."

It was the most rushing yards in a single game by an FBS player this season and the third-most in Cal history, trailing only Jahvid Best's 311 against Washington in 2008 and Jerry Drew's 283 against Oregon State in 1954.

"That's explosive," Coach Justin Wilcox said. "We've been talking about it for a long time. You've seen it in flashes. We saw it a bunch today. He's a dynamic guy and has the ability to take it to the house from a lot of spots."

Jack Plummer added three touchdown passes for the Golden Bears (3-1, 1-0), who won their sixth straight home game. It's their longest winning streak at Memorial Stadium since a nine-gamer in 2008-09.

A year after Arizona beat COVID-depleted Cal 10-3 at home for its only win in 2021, the teams exceeded that point total after both teams scored touchdowns on the opening drive.  It was a back-and-forth, high-scoring affair in the first half with Ott scoring on a 73-yard run on the second play from scrimmage to set the tone.

The Wildcats were initially able to keep up with the Golden Bears, at least in the first half, as they also scored on four of their first five drives of the game.  But Cal’s defense made adjustments at halftime and limited Arizona to only one score in the second half.

Cal kept retaking the lead throughout: Plummer threw a 16-yard TD pass to J. Michael Sturdivant in the second quarter and then gave the Bears the lead back early in the third when he found Keleki Latu from 3 yards out on fourth-and-1.

Ott added his second TD midway through the third quarter. He ran into a group of defenders at the 13 but his offensive linemen helped block, push, and then pull him free from the mob to allow him to score yet again to make it 35-24.

Ott added his second breakaway run late in the fourth quarter, this time a 72 yard scamper to the bank.  It was an amazing display by the Freshman running back.

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Hola culers, I am here to share one of the most important decisions of my career.

You’ve been next to me since I arrived to Barça, that’s why I think you deserve I talk to you today from my heart to tell you that after 10 amazing years, I’ve decided it’s time to find new challenges.

Believe when I say it’s been a very hard and meditated decision, but in life you have to be honest and accept when a cycle ends and that, sometimes, paths separate. I can assure you that at Barça I’ve grown, I’ve made lots of dreams a reality –even some I didn’t know I could have– and I’ve been very very happy.

From all I’ve lived I’ll keep not only the sporting successes, but the changes and the social impact that we’ve had together. This is a historic team and I know with time they’ll be valued more and more.

It’s been an incredible journey that I’ve been able to share with the best teammates and staff and I leave knowing I leave Barça where it deserves: being the best team in the world.

We all know I’m culer since I was little thanks to my dad, and being able to wear this jersey has made me love this team even more. I’ve always felt Barça was my home, and I’ve felt valued and esteemed from day one in Barcelona.

Winning the first Champions, the assistance records, the massive mobilisations in games not at home, the warmth at Johan every day…

They are memories I will never be able to forget and that will always give me goosebumps. That’s why I want to thank the President, the Directives and everyone who made it possible.

I only hope you will remember me as the player who gave it her all for this badge, because all the effort, the sacrifices, the hard moments when injured or the losses were worth it just so that I can say that I am and will always be proud to have been a part of this family.

It's been more than 300 matches defending this jersey, more than 100 goals scored and more than 25 titles celebrated. I hope I can say goodbye to all of you at the last match at home against Betis. Because you are and have always been indispensable and because I am sure we will see each other sooner rather than later.

Thank you very much and visça el Barça.

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