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Disclaimer: there’s guesses all throughout. If you haven’t guessed yourself yet, beware!
New Years Football Season
It’s 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 wasn’t really anyone to blame
Oh no, where is Clark in this universe?
It certainly wasn’t Clark’s fault that there were always some idiots on New Year’s Eve who couldn’t properly handle the fireworks they had bought.
/Does math/
Post revelation. She mellowed over the years—
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 Superman’s help.
You don’t launch fireworks when there’s 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 didn’t help fuel any potential enthusiasm for football.
Hey, it could have been a cheerleader who had overdone the splits!
And she could certainly think of…more 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 that’s 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 “his” team.
Which means Lois has to support her team!
Obviously his competitive wife couldn’t just let that happen. She may not have cared about football – not at all – 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 Clark’s condition) had to publicly admit to the loser that they were in the wrong.
LOIS : I’ll win. No need to panic.
Lois was…less 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 funny…
. “Clark, where
Are you?” she murmured to herself.
Oops, extra line break! But it’s too short for KSaraSara fic. And no touching or heartbeats so far. And no sweet kids. Nah, I’ll keep KSaraSara in the other fic. Good thing I read that one first.
she heard the familiar “swoosh” sound,
Need to search who does that one.
/edit: many a FoLC/
And he clearly needed a shower. Damn it!
So did Lois! But it’s way too short for other Sara!
Damn it! And she couldn’t even come join him because that would inevitably mean a massive delay.
I did mention this.
Well, I’m afraid we won’t be able to do it with the car anymore.
/decides to mentally edit ‘with’ to ‘in’/
We’ll probably have to resort to the air alternative, if you don’t mind…”
Lois didn’t. It was the simplest, most practical solution. She agreed – which had nothing at all to do with the fact that she was able to snuggle particularly close to Clark’s 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 wasn’t 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!
“I see you had some… fun and that’s why you’re almost late?”
how… oh, windswept hair!
Okay, who is the one shamelessly doing allusion to dark side stuff. Can’t be Sara Two because she’d just turn off the lights. Sara One would have them touching until Clark hears a heartbeat. Michael’s not playing. And Queenie, she’d lock ‘em in a dungeon. Hmm… who else is there…?
He grinned and pointed at Clark’s inexplicably disheveled hairstyle. Which had to be solely due to flying…right? Not that Lois could tell Jimmy that. Darnit!
See?
Also, who’s using ‘darnit’?
/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 – just this one time.
/imagines egg on face after not nominating this for Queenfic/
Almost the entire top squad of the Metropolis team didn’t show up.
It’s beneath them.
Ladies and gentlemen, I, um, unfortunately have to inform you that today’s football game unfortunately cannot take place for…logistical reasons!”
Uh-huh…
Another thing not every author does. Telling Lois ‘no’ I mean.
“Excuse me, Lois Lane, Daily Planet. May I ask what “logistical reasons” these could be that lead to the fact that the Meteors’ best and most successful players are not on the field, but everyone else is?”
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!”
Oh, very cute. But not queenstyle. The rest of the mischief I trust Mary to do, but completely changing her speech style… eehhh…
Another clue. Not everyone still does that oldtimey style these days.
/edit: Blind Passenger!/
Also to search for.
/edit: Blind Passenger!/
“Oh man, if I had known that, I could have spent the evening with Penny. She wasn’t happy when I told her I had a work-related commitment,” Jimmy whined.
Football with friends. Why didn’t he bring her?
JIMMY: It’s best to be less than forthcoming with facts when in a relationship. I learned that from the Chief.
PERRY: Now wait a goddarn minute!
“Well, son, I wouldn’t 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.
“Clark, what do we do now?”
“Huh?”
“Well, we agreed that whoever’s team wins would get to decide how we would ring in the new year together
Lois has no proof that she won (it’s a pre-concluded fact) and while that’s not worse than lo-, not winning, it’s close.
“Well, it wasn’t my team’s fault, so…”
“Don’t you dare, Kent!”
“Calm down, it was a joke Lois!”
Lois glared at him. “Not! Funny!”
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?)
That’s 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, let’s 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.
Don’t want:
-Lex
-Divorce
-Au
Which is the reason this isn’t 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. Hmm…which makes me worry about my own style
As for the prompts:
Gah, I’m sure “Football” 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 didn’t 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 
