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Disclaimer: thereâs guesses all throughout. If you havenât guessed yourself yet, beware!
New Years Football Season
Itâs a short one with a possibly funny title. This could be Queenie.
Lois Lane was, to put it mildly, frustrated. And the worst part was that there wasnât really anyone to blame
Oh no, where is Clark in this universe?
It certainly wasnât Clarkâs fault that there were always some idiots on New Yearâs Eve who couldnât properly handle the fireworks they had bought.
/Does math/
Post revelation. She mellowed over the yearsâ
LOIS: Hey!
--so season three?
And now such a situation had escalated again and there had been a small fire at first, but it quickly spread and required Supermanâs help.
You donât launch fireworks when thereâs a dry season going on.
Which would have been fine if she and her husband
Oops! Now, who does possibly way after marriage fic. Hmm⌠also, football indicates an American author.
Not that she was particularly interested in football. She had never understood the appeal of watching a bunch of sweaty men fight over a ball.
You could get that from TV. Hmm, will need to see the prompts. If someone requested football, all bets are off.
The fact that her father was a sports doctor and was often absent during her childhood because he had to treat some stupid football player who had overdone it again certainly didnât help fuel any potential enthusiasm for football.
Hey, it could have been a cheerleader who had overdone the splits!
And she could certainly think ofâŚmore pleasant ways to spend the last evening of the year with Clark than sitting in a crowded stadium and listening to her colleagues holler.
Sitting home alone while Superman is busy working the fires?
Oh thatâs funny!
And Clark, the lover of his hometown that he was, had made the mistake of publicly announcing in the bullpen that he would, of course, support âhisâ team.
Which means Lois has to support her team!
Obviously his competitive wife couldnât just let that happen. She may not have cared about football â not at all â but she was a true Metropolis girl, born and bred, and there was no way a team from somewhere in the middle of nowhere was going to beat HER city. Which she had made clear to Clark!
I was only joking! But Lois is known to be tad competitive from time to time!
and (that had been Clarkâs condition) had to publicly admit to the loser that they were in the wrong.
LOIS : Iâll win. No need to panic.
Lois wasâŚless enthusiastic about that in particular, but eventually agreed.
Hehehe
Anything else would have been far too close to conceding a possible defeat, after all.
/squints/ Queenie did challenge me to a bet over a ficathon guess. She might be angling to get fic out of it. Will have to wait and see. I also need to check who else is short and funnyâŚ
. âClark, where
Are you?â she murmured to herself.
Oops, extra line break! But itâs too short for KSaraSara fic. And no touching or heartbeats so far. And no sweet kids. Nah, Iâll keep KSaraSara in the other fic. Good thing I read that one first.
she heard the familiar âswooshâ sound,
Need to search who does that one.
/edit: many a FoLC/
And he clearly needed a shower. Damn it!
So did Lois! But itâs way too short for other Sara!
Damn it! And she couldnât even come join him because that would inevitably mean a massive delay.
I did mention this.
Well, Iâm afraid we wonât be able to do it with the car anymore.
/decides to mentally edit âwithâ to âinâ/
Weâll probably have to resort to the air alternative, if you donât mindâŚâ
Lois didnât. It was the simplest, most practical solution. She agreed â which had nothing at all to do with the fact that she was able to snuggle particularly close to Clarkâs chest and bury her hands in his hair for the next few minutes. In no way.
Wheeee, Lois is adorabs!
Clark refrained from commenting that it wasnât really fair to pit a big city against a small one whose fan base was on the other side of the country, but oh well. That's life.
I would worry more about talent.
SMALLBALLS coach: we got Superman!
CLARK: Mo-om!
âI see you had some⌠fun and thatâs why youâre almost late?â
how⌠oh, windswept hair!
Okay, who is the one shamelessly doing allusion to dark side stuff. Canât be Sara Two because sheâd just turn off the lights. Sara One would have them touching until Clark hears a heartbeat. Michaelâs not playing. And Queenie, sheâd lock âem in a dungeon. Hmm⌠who else is thereâŚ?
He grinned and pointed at Clarkâs inexplicably disheveled hairstyle. Which had to be solely due to flyingâŚright? Not that Lois could tell Jimmy that. Darnit!
See?
Also, whoâs using âdarnitâ?
/edit: no one in recent years/
At least Jimmy dutifully wore his Meteors shirt. An ally in her corner, good. So she would let him get away with that sassy comment â just this one time.
/imagines egg on face after not nominating this for Queenfic/
Almost the entire top squad of the Metropolis team didnât show up.
Itâs beneath them.
Ladies and gentlemen, I, um, unfortunately have to inform you that todayâs football game unfortunately cannot take place forâŚlogistical reasons!â
Uh-huhâŚ
Another thing not every author does. Telling Lois ânoâ I mean.
âExcuse me, Lois Lane, Daily Planet. May I ask what âlogistical reasonsâ these could be that lead to the fact that the Meteorsâ best and most successful players are not on the field, but everyone else is?â
The Smallballs brought homemade hootch and shared with their hosts. It turned out be a tad strong.
But Clark, this guy knows something, and I want to know it too!â
Oh, very cute. But not queenstyle. The rest of the mischief I trust Mary to do, but completely changing her speech style⌠eehhhâŚ
Another clue. Not everyone still does that oldtimey style these days.
/edit: Blind Passenger!/
âHrmph!â Lois grumbled
Also to search for.
/edit: Blind Passenger!/
âOh man, if I had known that, I could have spent the evening with Penny. She wasnât happy when I told her I had a work-related commitment,â Jimmy whined.
Football with friends. Why didnât he bring her?
JIMMY: Itâs best to be less than forthcoming with facts when in a relationship. I learned that from the Chief.
PERRY: Now wait a goddarn minute!
âWell, son, I wouldnât describe attending a football game with co-workers as work-related. It's not like you're Elvis putting Priscilla off because he has to socialize with other big shots in the music industry at an event..."
See?
until Lois suddenly realized something horrifying.
âClark, what do we do now?â
âHuh?â
âWell, we agreed that whoeverâs team wins would get to decide how we would ring in the new year together
Lois has no proof that she won (itâs a pre-concluded fact) and while thatâs not worse than lo-, not winning, itâs close.
âWell, it wasnât my teamâs fault, soâŚâ
âDonât you dare, Kent!â
âCalm down, it was a joke Lois!â
Lois glared at him. âNot! Funny!â
It was!
So it happened that the Lane-Kent couple enjoyed dinner together in a nice restaurant and a good glass of wine (which was more like lunch if you cared about the time change from Metropolis to Paris, but who looked that closely?)
Thatâs a cute way to place the setting of their dinner! Now, who messes with time zones like that. I noticed a mention of time zone ignoring in a summary or a remark a few days ago. So either on Discord or in an AO3 story. #nothelpful
And then they moved on to, letâs say, activities that showed the respective other how much they valued and needed them and would continue to do so in the coming year.
THE END
Awwwwwwwww! Also
-Football (US)
-Married life
-A Mystery
Okay, with the prompt it can be non-Us FOLC, too. Need to check Blind Passenger more thoroughly.
Donât want:
-Lex
-Divorce
-Au
Which is the reason this isnât about the pro-football player Lex The Great and his wife Lois getting a divorce.
Okay, with all the indicators, it looks like
Blind PassengerThe only thing to worry about is, I did not find anything that jumps out at me as native German speaker. HmmâŚwhich makes me worry about my own style
As for the prompts:
Gah, Iâm sure âFootballâ came up on Discord. /looks/ hmm⌠I might have missed it in the scroll of the search result
Very funny story, in case the comments didnât make this clear. If anything I did pick up on was unintentional, I truly was just looking for clues
Michael
I think it's the sweaty men part that holds part of the appeal. 
Then, again, Lois doesn't need to head to a football game for that.
. I feel bad for that Manager 
