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Birthday Suprise! w/Rob Gronkowski For Anon.

Rob Gronkowski:

Outfit (The fight/The party planning/actual party):

Scenes (As it goes on):

Children(Different Races):


“Kiss my ass, (Y/N)! I hope you’re happy with the dick you’ve been sleeping with!” Rob yelled while throwing things in the trunk of his truck. You are behind him trying to explain to your husband of 5 years, he was making a HUGE misunderstanding.

“NO! If you would just listen to me for 10 seconds!” You say pulling his huge arm, attempting to stop him from walking out of your life.

“What?! So you can make MORE excuses as to why you have been coming home late?! HMM?! Or the secretive talks on the phone for an hour, everyday for the past month?! You really are a slut!” He screams in your face and you stand there stunned and hurt. You were a virgin when you were with him and you loved him so much. You were planning his surprise birthday party with his mom and brothers. It was gonna be the best party Gronk will have and it’s all out of your pocket, but you love him that much that he deserves an awesome and crazy birthday. The smell of burning rubber enter your nostril pulling you out of your thoughts. Rob is already gone and tears go down your cheeks as you stand in the abandoned driveway but you are not alone. You put a hand over your stomach and whisper a silent prayer that things will be okay for you and your future baby.

*Time Skip to 3 weeks later: May 16 (2 days after his birthday) 10:36 am*

Today is the day! It’s Rob’s birthday celebration and you have everything planned out even though Rob hasn’t tried contacting you, meaning he was still upset. After the almost month of morning sickness and planning this birthday bash with his family, everything will turn out okay. As you are thinking Rob’s mom, Diane, walks in squealing with waiters and waitresses behind her carrying many of Rob’s favorite food.

“Hi honey!” She gives you a hug and a kiss on the cheek, you smile and hug her back until you smell the most awful smell: hot wings. You run to the bathroom and make it just in time to reach the toilet before you empty your stomach. Diane helps you get cleaned up and gives you some water.

“Honey, I wanna ask you something and I think I know the answer…” She softly smiles and gives your hand a squeeze. You nod for her to continue.

“Are you pregnant? Am I gonna be a grandma?” You smile and nod your head. She squeals and starts jumping up and down, you laugh at her reaction. As this is happening, Rob’s brothers walk in on the situation happening, laughing at there dancing mother.

“What’s going on, Ma?” Chris and Dan asked while carrying some furniture inside the venue. Before you can tell them she interrupts.

“I’M GONNA BE A GRANDMA!” You laugh and see them run up to you yelling there congratulations, you are happy that they are happy but you are sad that Rob wasn’t the first to know.

“How did Rob react?!” Gordie asks while giving you a gentle hug. That’s when your eyes start to tear up and you look down to the floor, to embarrassed to look at there faces.

“Rob thought I was cheating on him a couple weeks ago, he called me a slut and left.” You whispered the last sentence, hating that it came from the love of your life’s mouth. You look up to see Diane look at you with pity and the rest of the guys looked pissed, they are the one’s to keep Rob happy and having fun until tonight and now you feel like you ruined the day.

“Son of a bitch…” Glenn mutters, causing Diane to smack the back of his head really hard, the family chuckles lowly.

“Please don’t tell him. I want him to enjoy the day and please don’t mention me, just do what the schedules says and come back here at 11:30, okay? I just wanna this to be a special day for him. Be nice for me and blueberry, okay?” The brother’s nod and the whole family looks very confused as to what, ‘blueberry’ means.

“Blueberry is the baby’s nickname, I don’t know the sex yet but I do know when I found out it was the size of a blueberry.” They all nod in understanding and they go out to fulfill on making this day special for Rob. As the brothers leave, Diane gives you a huge hug and whispers.

“I am so proud of you and I’m glad you are my daughter-in-law.” You start to tear up and smile at her, you link arms and continue on getting everything setup.

*Rob’s POV*

Today was fucking awesome! We went to a Red Sox game and I got to throw the first pitch. Then, we went to the TD Garden to shoot some hoops with some of the Celtics players. Finally, we went to the best bar in town, North 26. By 11:00, I was ready to party but everywhere we went reminded me of (Y/N), she was still the apple of my eye. No matter how many girls flirted with me, all I remember was the tears on her guilty but beautiful face. If she never cheated on me, I would’ve been okay with just us hanging out on my birthday but I love my brothers.

“Rob! What are you thinking about?” Gordie asks driving us through the town. Chris and Dan have been snappy sometimes today but have been having fun when I’m not talking. I look at Gordie and sigh.

“Just thinking about (Y/N)… she cheated on me and…” Dan laughs humorlessly, causing me to turn around and glare. What’s so funny?

“What the FUCK is so funny? I love her and she cheated on me?! W-” Before I can rant Dan interrupts me.

“With who?” I don’t know. I stay silent.

“What evidence did you have?” Again, I stay silent.

“Did you even ask her or give her a chance to explain?” Silence. He scoffs and we stop in front of this nice building but it looks like there is no one there. Where are we?

“Guys, what the f-”

“Just go inside…” Chris chuckles and pushes me a little too rough but I fake chuckle and walk up the flight of steps. Gordie goes in front of two huge doors and shoves them open with force. The doors open and many people jump out screaming surprise while a giant cake comes out with sparklers on top as they start singing, ‘Happy Birthday.’ I blow out the sparklers and briefly thank everyone for coming, yelling, “LET’S PARTY!” I start eating and dancing when I see the most beautiful women walk inside with a clipboard in her beautiful soft hands and mic in her ear. (Y/N). She looks more radiant than ever but she broke my heart. I’m taken out of thought when I see my mom walking up to me with a disappointed look on her face but a smile to cover it for the guests. She escorts me to the hallway that is some what silent.

“You fucked up…” She said softly, I sigh and was about to explain.

“No! You messed up and worst of all she is suffering as well.” I’m angry now.

“I’m your son! How could you just go against your own son like that! She cheated! She’s the slu-”

“You finish that sentence, I will tell everyone here to leave and you may be 6’6 and all but I can still whoop your ass. Now! You wanna know WHY she has been out all night a couple weeks back? To look for party venues on the other side of the city! For YOU! You wanna know why she has been whispering on the phone?! Talking to caterers and contacting important people about today, for YOU! You wanna know how YOU didn’t even have to pay for anything today from the game you watch and the food and beer you had today?! She paid for it! She did ALL of this for YOU! Get your head out of your ass and get back the most amazing girl before it is too late. She loves you SOO much that she has been depressed but she is destined to make YOU happy. What are YOU gonna do to make her happy?” She said walking off.

What have I done? I just accused the love of my life of being a slut and of cheating on me. I just convinced the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me she was nothing in my life. I just wanna  hold her and kiss her and apologize for being the biggest dick of all time. Thank god for the loud music and some of the drunk teammates and people around that no one realized what just happened. I start looking around for (Y/N) but she know where in sight, I turn and I see Gordie standing right there.

“She just left, she felt unwanted here. You did mess up but I know you’re gonna make it right.” He pats my shoulder and I go to find my babygirl.

*Your POV*

It was a success; Rob is happy so I’m happy, even though he hates me, I still love him. I am on my way to my car to go home because I just didn’t want to be there: the smell of alcohol and sweaty bodies was everywhere and I just can’t handle the awful smell. I gave Diane the power when I left and she completely understood. I am unlocking my door I hear my name being screamed, I turn around to see Rob running after towards me and I panic. Even though he won’t physically hurt me, what if he’s drunk and wants to yell at me more? I get into my car and turn on the ignition but before I can pull off, the passenger side door swings open and Rob hops in. You avoid eye contact with him.

“Get out!” You spit in anger, avoiding eye contact. He looks so guilty and you know that he knows what he did.

“Baby, I am so sorry I treated you that way. I’m sorry for calling you a slut. I’m sorry I left home. I’m sorry for not giving you a chance to explain yourself. I’m sorry I didn’t thank you for the amazing day today. I love you.” He tries to caress your cheek but you flinch away and get out the car with a huff. You can’t take three steps before you are gently grabbed and pulled back into a warm chest that you love to cuddle up to. You fight the sparks and hit his chest repeatedly and squirm in his hold, he grips you tighter.

“I hate you for making me feel this way…” You cry and bury your face in his chest as you cry. You remember stress isn’t good for the baby.

“I love you too. I am so sorry. I don’t care if it takes my whole life to make it up to you, I will make it up to you forever.” He whispers in your ear and you smile softly, you push him lightly away and wipe your tears.

“Crying isn’t good for the-” You stop your self and pause, forgetting he doesn’t know about the baby yet.

“Isn’t good for what, (Y/N)? Only time I’ve heard that is if your…” He pauses and lifts you off the ground and spinning you around.

“Are you?”

“Yeah…” You grin widely and he smiles with tears running down his and your face. He looks in pain and guilty and you know why.

“I left for almost a month alone when I should’ve been there helping you with my son. All because of my dumbass assumption!! He slams his fist down on the top of the car in anger and you see a tear roll down his cheek.

“Hey, but I’m here now. And besides it’s gonna be a girl so…” You smirk and place your hands on his sides. He turns around smiling and wraps his arms around you protectively. He bends down and gives you a quick but passionate kiss.

“I love you…” He breathes while your foreheads are together. You smile at his question.

“Good! Because I love you…” You give him a kiss and you both start walking to the party again, hand and hand. That night you knew that Rob Gronkowski will love you forever.


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cheska444  asked:

Cuales son tus personajes favoritos de Candle Lummia ( no se si lo escribí bien :T)

Le estas pidiendo a una mama…

Niles: Ella arruino mi infancia ahora me asegurare que su vida sea un infierno

Cheetah: Tener todo el dinero del mundo no compra la felicidad

Nelzabet: La belleza verdadera no se encuentra del otro lado del espejo

Mask: Yo no soy un Psicópata solo veo las cosas diferentes a ti

Blanca: Los deseos del Corazón no son fáciles de cumplir

Zack: El silencio de la Biblioteca es lo único que me reconforta

Miles: El dolor del Alma se oculta detrás de una sonrisa

Jacky: Un Accidente me arranco de los cielos y la vista, pero ya deje de ser ciego

Angel: El arte oculta los secretos de la Mente y el Corazón

Virus: Nunca digas que estas solo, por que solo yo se lo que es la verdadera soledad

Jinny: Nacer diferente es difícil

Jhon: No tener voz es difícil, Mas doloroso es que te presten una

Vim: No permitiré que me quiten la poca luz que me queda

Mitzuko: Solo un Candle se apiado de mi, y lo protegeré como sea

Alice: Tener sangre azul no significa que seas Princesa

Chipp: Tengo un ejemplo a Seguir ¡Y ES EL MAS GENIAL DEL MUNDO!

Snow: ¡AJU!

Chispa: Pedí tener la Energía para cruzar corriendo 20 estadios de Football americano y me dieron la capacidad de Recorrer medio mundo con mis pies

Splat Dodger: Can ya show me ur world?

¡QUE ESCOJA ENTRE TODOS SUS BEBES Y LOS DE SU HERMANA! ¡ES IMPOSIBLE! D//’8 Además que AHORA e que me falta hacer Referencias y actualizar algunas por que cambie los colores o tengo que simplificar personajes DFJPONVDLKFSBLKDSBNSPBGK Y si…. Si llego al punto de hacer CandleLumina con mi hermana es mas que posible que Splat aparesca allí eWe

MAJOR Catching Up w/ Luke Kuechly for Anon

Luke Kuechly(sexy ain’t he?lol):

Outfit(Beyonce slays my life like, seriously!(Gala/That Day)):

Nala eye’s(seductive ain’t it?lol):

LJ(Small baby to now):

Second baby with LJ:


“(Y/N)! Hey! I’m talking to you! Why are you walking so fast?!” Luke asks while grabbing onto your upper arm gently. You are looking down, hiding your face from embarrassment and hate on his face. You hear LJ in his stroller giggling from going so fast, you smile and you quickly snap back to reality to feel warm lips on yours. You immediately push away.

“What the fu-dge, Luke?! I am trying to go to my new office, Luke! I am your physical therapist!” You correct yourself because you are in your baby’s presence. Luke looks stunned and hurt for a second but quickly covers it with annoyance and anger.

“You left after...that night, 2 years ago and I haven’t seen you since. Now I see you being showed around by Cam, my single best friend. Are you interested or something?” He looks heartbroken at this moment and your heart screams to wrap your legs around him and tell him you love him.

“Why would you ask me that?” You cross your arms in a challenging way. Luke groans and runs his hand through his sweaty hair, which you thought was SO sexy.

“You are so beautiful and funny and smart. Your dark skin and those eyes, that body, and your smile just makes me go crazy. Cam would be stupid to not grab you while you’re single…” Luke growls possessively, your legs almost go weak but you hold on to LJ’s stroller.

“Luke, you don’t have to worry about tha-” You are cut off by LJ’s baby yells and whines, rubbing his eyes. Luke’s attention snaps to LJ in surprise but confusion. You take LJ out of his stroller and you see he is sleepy and hungry. You rub his back as he talks more gibberish and claps his hands randomly. His hazel-green eyes meet Luke’s and almost a connection happens because he leans to Luke for him to hold LJ. Luke looks taken aback but accepts the fairly small 11 month old. LJ puts his head on Lukes large shoulder and gives you a toothy grin while clapping his small hands. Luke and you softly chuckle.

“(Y/N), who’s the father? I know he is yours from the dimples and the cute nose.” Luke takes a step closer, as if he knows that…LJ is his son.

*2 years ago, New York Gala*

“Luke! That was SO funny, man!” You giggle as Luke teases you about how you used to cheer and you fell off the pyramid one time at the state finals for football. You were attending a Gala for work with the Giants organization, you rammed into a wall but the wall was your childhood best friend. You talked the entire time and you decided to go out to a bar afterwards, you are now a little tipsy but still aware. Luke puts his hand around your waist and you give him the Nala eye’s for some odd reason.

“What are you doing, Luke?” You ask with a slight smirk and a bite to your lips. Luke groans quietly and puts his face into your neck. You wonder if he is just drunker than you expected. You feel light feathery kisses on your neck, you hold back a moan by putting some water in your mouth.

“Luke, you’re drunk…” He growls lightly, sending vibrations through your whole body.

“No, I’m not. I want you, babygirl.” He states and you look into his eyes to see pure lust and love.

“I only do that with someone I love and someone who loves me. You know that, Luke.” You whisper in embarrassment, he leans back with a stone face and said the words you have been waiting for since you were in high school.

I love you. I want you. I craved you for so many years and now that you are actually here, I’m never letting you go.” Luke grabs your face gently and places his warms lips to yours. It starts off sweet and innocent but starts to get heated and seductive. You pull away realizing you were the only ones in the bar but the bartender, who is on his phone, thank god.

Let’s go…” You whisper seductively, but failed because of you trying to catch your breath from the firework of a kiss. Luke chuckles from your sudden struggle of breath and nods, going back to his hotel and having the best night if your life.


“It’s me, isn’t it? I’m his father.” Luke whispers, trying not to wake a sleeping LJ in his arms. You explained everything at the park and he put two and two together. You tried to grab LJ from Luke to feed him before he went to sleep but he kept holding on to Luke for dear life, eventually fake crying to make you stop.

“Yes… I’m sorry.” You whisper, looking down at the grass underneath your toes. Luke slides closer and grabs your chin with his free hand, he kisses you softly and looks into your eyes.

“It’s okay.” You shake your head, tears blurring your vision.

“No, it’s not! I kept him from you and I feel like a terrible mother for keeping your son away from you. I hate myself…” You whisper as you break down in soft sobs, Luke lays LJ in his carseat from the corner of your eye and he grabs your shaking small, body into his large, warm on. You instantly calm down and just sit there in silence waiting for him to speak.

“Even though you kept him away, you kept him away from the media hurting him and you. You kept him away from the media bashing him, you kept him away from the ladies hating you for having the cutest baby in the world by the sexiest man in NFL.” You giggle quietly and roll your eyes, he smiles.

“What I said 2 years ago, I meant it. I loved you since I was a freshman high school. You are the only women that matters to me. Now, I love LJ so much and I met him 2 hours ago.” He gazes at LJ in love and softly runs his hand in LJ’s soft curls. Your baby boy moves a little and opens his gorgeous eyes sleeply. He stares at you and softly smiles at both of you, putting his hand in his face. Luke tickles his small belly and LJ giggles loudly and claps his hands some more, his favorite thing to do.

“I was wondering, maybe after you find a good babysitter for baby boy over here on Friday. Can I take you out? Properly?” You laugh and nod your head enthusiastically. He smiles wide and kisses you with so much passion, you pull away remembering LJ is right in front of LJ. You look at LJ to see him clapping and yelling, “YAY!” in his baby voice. You both smile and you lean your head on Luke’s shoulder with LJ on Luke’s lap playing with his toy.

You think about your little developing family and you smile. You couldn’t be happier.

Date Night Disaster w/ Clay Matthews *LONG* for Elena

Clay Matthews:

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Guest Star (Lucy Hale as Bella):

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“That is amazing!” You and your date, Clay, laugh over dinner at this fancy restaurant. You are out with Clay after he spilled hot tea all over you while walking to Taco Bell. You were a little upset but managed to forgive him and after countless flirty text and flowers shown up at your work, you caved and decided to go out with him. You were very independent since you were little and when it came to boys, you didn’t waste your energy and you kept going. When you hit about 15, you got massive curves to where you were so sick of wolf-whistles, random phone calls from older guys, and lecture after lecture from your abuela. You learned to have a hot tongue and an independent attitude. When Clay used old pick up lines and things like that, you didn’t fall for until you saw he didn’t give up and you found that very attractive. Your first date was to a carnival and you had a ball. You feel a warm hand on yours and you instantly smile brightly, you blush when he smiles and bites his lip. And to think, you thought all athletes were all money hungry, party-animal, attractive man-whores when Clay was the complete opposite; he was very sweet, kind, and funny.

“I will be honest with you, Elena, everytime I look at you I see absolute beauty, I couldn’t stop thinking about you since the moment I saw you…” You smile and put your other hand on his cheek, lightly stroking it over the table.

“I’m not finished… you are perfect…my dad told my mom this on their second date, and anyone in my family said it to. So here it is…’ You were waiting and you were so excited all of a sudden.

‘…you are good football breeding stock…” You almost choke on your own spit. Did he really tell me that? You gently take your hand out of his and you sit back thinking about what he just said and if it was true.

“I’m what?” You ask in disbelief.

“You are good football breeding stock; perfect hips, the attitude, the beauty, your competitiveness. You are perfect to breed my kids!” He laughs and takes a sip of wine. Tears come to your eyes but you refuse to cry, it shows weakness. You grab your coat and your purse, you grab the red wine bottle, you stand up, and dump red wine all over Clay’s head. Clay looks astonished and confused with a of sadness. You thought Clay was different but now that he said that , he just showed you one thing; all he wanted was sex.

“ELENA! WHAT THE HELL?!” You look at him with no emotion, a stray tear falls out of your eye, causing Clay to look at you in pain.

“Find another breeding whore…” You whisper and walk out, the whole restaurant looking at you with sympathy and shocked. You walk home and tell your roommate. Bella, everything that happened while stuffing your face in Taco Bell and watched novellas all night as you cry.

*32 Days Later…*

“Hey Elena, they need you to work shift today…” Bella says, walking into your room with her purple scrubs on, sitting on your bed as you wake up. You groan and get up, grabbing your scrubs and heading to the bathroom for a quick shower and you and your friend leave after 30 minutes to the hospital. You are checking on patience when you hear a whole bunch of screaming girls down the hall. You look from scanning your next patience file to your left and see the one person you dreaded to see for a while…Clay. He is smiling at all the little girls and boys who have cancer. He looks up and you turn your head back to the file, you still feel his warm eyes on you and you walk to your next room. As the day went on, Clay has tried talking to you numerous times but you rushed into a closing elevator crowded with people or you have a patient excuse. After 2 hours of this going on, you finally lose him go through your last couple of patience.

“The doctor will be right with you…if you need anything just press this button, okay?” You ask the adorable little girl with sparkling green eyes with a smile. She smiles, showing you her missing front teeth and nods. You poke her cheek and leave, waving to her mother and the other little boy. You are about to walk to your right when you run into something hard and you look to see Clay holding you around you waist with a small grin. You scoff and try to pry him off of you when he grabs your hand and drags you to an abandoned room.

“What?” You push him away with all your might but he barely moved. He takes a deep breath and exhales stepping closer to you, taking your small hand into his fairly large one.

“Elena, I’m so sorry I offended you that night, I wasn’t thinking. I lost it, usually a women swoons when I look there way but when I met you, you were a challenge. I love a chase and you are that girl that can keep up with my lifestyle and my ego, keep me straight. You can make me laugh, you are so beautiful in anything, you are so amazing with children, you are literally almost perfect. I said that because my mom and my aunts were the same way; independent and strong with beauty and hold their professional football husbands in line. I want to be like my parents one day, still married and still in love like they just fell in love yesterday. The only thing you are missing is Clay in your life… Please, I just need another chance and I won’t fu-” You grab his face and go on your tip toes and kiss him with so much passion. He snaps out of his trance and wraps his large arms around your waist. You were wrong the whole time and you were falling for Clay and you were around him for a couple hours, he is right. You do need Clay in your life. You pull away from your passionate kiss and look him in the eyes and smile.

“Okay, I’m sorry for dumping wine on your head and avoiding you all day…” You whisper, leaning your forehead against his. He smiles and lightly kisses your neck affectionately.

“The wine may have burned my eyes but it added a nice color and softness to my hair.” You laugh and hide your head in the crook of his neck.

“Okay, now here is your roo-” You are interrupted by Bella wheeling in a small patient who is crying a little. You pull apart and look at the little boy, smiling. Bella shakes her head and whispers to you before leaving, “If I would have waited longer, you would have been bent over the bed, ya nasties…” She laughs and walks right out and you turn red. The little boy instantly stops crying and starts laughing and smiling at Clay.

“Look mowmy, dats Clay! He pway for Packers! You awesome!” He smiles and shows him his Clay Matthews jersey with a smile, looking over to the mom with a smile as you see dark circles under her eyes and a little sadness. Clay and the little boy are talking and laughing and you sit next to the mom.

“I see the way he looks at you, he truly loves you, you know that right?” You look at Clay and you see him smiling at you while the little boy is showing Clay a game on his iPad. You start to feel butterflies and you almost feel the same way.

“I know and I think I love him too…” You whisper with a smile and you never looked back.

Lazy Saturday *Explict* w/ Luke Kuechly For Anon

Luke Kuechly:

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                “Babe?…” Your boyfriend of 2 years, Luke, whispers huskily in your ear as you lay on your bed. You are watching FIFA World Cup while Luke lays there looking good with nothing but his basketball shorts on. It is a lazy Saturday and you are grateful because you had classes all week and you needed a quick break from the Master’s classes. You feel Luke rubbing your inner thigh under the covers and you cover up a moan with a cough, he gently sucks on your neck, finding the sweet spot. You moan out softly and you pull him on top of you.

                He looks down and kisses down your jaw and neck, sucking and nipping at your skin while rubbing up and down your sides. I moan a little louder and bring his lips to mine, devouring each other in every way. My arms are around his neck pulling him down to my lips as his arms are around my waist rubbing small circles on the top my butt almost. His tongue explores my mouth and I lose it. You jump up and straddle his waist, grinding your hips on his hard on.

                All you are left with is your black lace panties, you blush and turn. He chuckles and looks over your body with so much lust and adoration. Luke stops taking a hardened nipple into his mouth, lightly sucking making you moan loudly. He takes your right one with same care, causing you to moan with same passion. He slowly makes his way down to your navel while taking off my lace panties. His hot tongue traces over your butterfly on your lower belly. You arch your back as his cold fingers slowly takes off your panties, rub around your center slowly torturing you. He finally finds your clit and you moan he rubs slow then picks up the pace and adds 2 long finger inside you. You feel something building up inside of you, you feel something wet on your clit and you scream his name in pure ecstasy, feeling warm everywhere but hot down there. He gets up after lapping up all your sweet juices and takes off his boxers. You kiss him with so much passion and love, breaking apart to look into each other’s eyes. You whimper because he goes slow but goes all the way in. He starts to pick up the pace as he sucks on your neck causing you to moan. You wrap your legs around him, pulling his hair, sucking on his neck.

“Ah! Faster Luke…Harder! Oh, God Please!”You scratch his back in desperation while he grunts and moans as you find his sweet spot behind his ear. He begins to slam his hips inside of you, just the way you like it; you squirm under him in pure pleasure, eventually hitting a spot inside you that is making you go into over drive. The man of your dreams is making your dreams come true. You love this man so much and you wouldn’t give him or this moment up for the world. He looks into your eyes and you mirror his desperate ones, he is trying to find his release.

                “I love you so much, (Y/N) you’re the most beautiful women in the world…” He grunts while thrusting faster and deeper, both your bodies colliding and covered with sweat, which feeling builds inside your stomach again. You release at the same time as him and you both are panting and trying to catch your breath. He pulls the blanket over top of both of you as he pulls out of you, kisses you on the cheek, you turn towards him and stare into his eyes. He looks happy and you smile at him, you turn your attention to the game, Italy VS Uruguay, to see that in the 81`, Uruguay finally scores. You scream and start yelling loudly, ‘GOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAALLLLLLLL!!!’ Luke is laughing and pulls you to him giving you a kiss on your forehead, you lay your head on his chest, snuggling close to his hard chest and wrap your arms around him. He whispers as you are dozing off…

“You are perfect (Y/N)…”

Look on the Bright side w/ Luke Kuechly For @meganbrookebolt20 *Explicit*

Luke Kuechly:

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“And that’s the game, folks. In Carolina’s heartbreaking loss to NFC’s top team San Fransisco 49er’s. Carolina lose 14-9 with a battle of defense. Luke Kuechly may have been phenomenal but it is not just him and he should have pulled everyone close to get there heads in the game. Next on-…” You cut the TV off when you hear Luke’s truck pull in and the door slam hard. You run to the garage to see Luke with his head down and him clutching the door handle hard. Normally after a loss, he is angry for a couple hours and then you cuddle on the couch, watching other games while you talk about everything that happened that day.

This looks completely different, the Panthers are going to the Playoffs since they have the 2nd best record in the NFC and 3-1 in Divisional games. You walk to him slowly and you lay your small hand on his shoulder lightly, he doesn’t move. You wrap your fairly small arms around his large, shaking frame, you feel him turn towards you and you pull away quickly, afraid he will lash out. He has never laid a hand on you nor disrespect you but he yells at you and you yell right back and you end up just apologizing afterwards. He is still staring at you with his beautiful sapphire eyes and his 6’3 frame over your 5’4 stature.

You look down at your dress and sneakers and you are about to speak, you look at him when you feel soft lips on yours. You go to wrap your arms around his neck when he pushes them above your head and holds them with his large hand, his other hand goes under your floral dress. You moan softly against his mouth and you feel his lips curl up. He bites your lip hard causing you to bleed and you gasp, allowing him to explore your mouth, you push with all your might and run into the house and to your bedroom, to hide the embarrassment.

You feel Luke haul you up bridal style and throws you on the bed. His shirt is already off and his pants are to his knees, you quickly remove your spandex and he yanks off your dress and strapless white bra with force, it hurt for a second but you are long from the thought when 2 fingers are inside you, deep. You moan loudly and you feel something building up inside of you, the second you are about to explode, the fingers disappear and you whimper. You look at Luke to see him taking off his boxers and him pouncing on your small frame, you look to see how serious he looks and you shiver in delight.

“Tell me Megan, were you going to come a moment ago?” You shake your head and he slaps your ass…hard. He looks at you with fire in his eyes and you stare back with desperation.

“Don’t lie to me, I will be nice and not punish you. Now answer this again, were you coming a moment ago?…” You lower your eyes and nod your head, looking at him for a brief moment. All of a sudden you feel him thrust into harshly and you almost immediately release, he is violently thrusting into you harder and faster and you can’t help the pleasure flowing through you. You hold your release for him and you feel it coming very soon, his thrust become sloppy and you throw your head back and scream.

“LUKE!” You scratch his back while he grunts and you feel him release his load inside you, followed by smaller thrust. His face is red and he has a huge smile on his face. You are so confused by how he went from being so quiet and sweet in public to being this dominate sex god in bed, in the 3 years you have dated and loved one another, he is some secret sex god. Don’t get it twisted, he is amazing in bed but this was so refreshing and so amazing words couldn’t describe every moment. He is cuddled to your naked body under the covers and you watch reruns of Weeds, your favorite show.

“I love you Megan… I’m sorry for being ruff, I was just angry and mad and I didn’t want to hurt you…”

“I love you too, Luke… and even though I want you to succeed in life, you should lose more often because that was amazing…” You smile and you hear a deep chuckle come from his chest. You lay there with the man of your dreams…

Spanish Vocabulary - Los deportes y ejercicios

This is a vocab list comprised of sports and exercise vocabulary.

This won’t be a totally complete list in that if I mention a sport I won’t go too far into its particular vocab like “forward”, “linebacker”, “quarterback” and so on, but it’s more for an overview… so I might not include everything you’re looking for.

And as always, if I know that a particular word is a regionalism, I’ll note it.


  • el deporte, los deportes = sport, sports
  • deportivo/a = sports / related to sports [ej. el estadio deportivo “sports stadium”, los zapatos deportivos “sneakers / sports shoes”]
  • el fútbol = soccer
  • el fútbol americano = (American) football
  • el atletismo = track and field
  • pista y campo = track and field [Caribbean]
  • saltar vallas / obstáculos = hurdles / jumping hurdles
  • el lanzamiento de bala = shot-put
  • el tiro de (la) pesa = shot-put
  • el salto con pértiga = pole vaulting
  • el salto con garrocha = pole vaulting [more Latin America]
  • el maratón = marathon
  • la carrera = a race
  • la esgrima = fencing
  • (las) artes marciales = martial arts
  • la lucha = wrestling
  • la lucha libre = professional wrestling
  • el baile / la danza = dancing
  • el ballet = ballet
  • el golf = golf
  • la gimnasia = gymnastics
  • la gimnasia rítmica = rhythmic gymnastics
  • las (barras) paralelas = parallel bars
  • las (barras) asimétricas = uneven bars
  • el levantamiento de pesas = weightlifting
  • la halterofilia = weightlifting / bodybuilding
  • el baloncesto = basketball
  • el boxeo = boxing
  • el béisbol = baseball
  • el softball = softball
  • el voleibol = volleyball
  • el tenís = tennis
  • el rugby = ruby
  • el críquet = cricket
  • el hockey = hockey
  • el hockey sobre hielo = ice hockey
  • el hockey sobre césped = field hockey
  • el automovilismo / el automobilismo = racecar driving
  • la equitación / la hípica = equestrian sports / horseback riding
  • el ciclismo = bicycling
  • la natación = swimming
  • los saltos [natación] = diving [when it comes to “swimming”]
  • el patinaje = (roller) skating
  • el patinaje sobre hielo = ice skating
  • el esquí / el ski = skiing
  • el esquí alpino = Alpine skiing
  • el esquí de fondo = cross-country skiing
  • el esquí de pista = downhill skiing
  • el tiro con arco = archery
  • el tiro (deportivo) = shooting / sharpshooting
  • el remo = rowing
  • el surf = surfing


  • hacer ejercicios = to exercise
  • ejercitar = to exercise / to do drills or repetitions
  • ejercitarse = to get exercise / to exert one’s body
  • hacer ejercicios aeróbicos = to do aerboics
  • hacer ejercicios anaeróbicos = to do anaerobics
  • hacer la calistenia = to do calisthenics
  • hacer ejercicios de calentamiento = to do warm-up exercises
  • hacer sentadillas = to do squats
  • hacer cuclillas = to do squats
  • hacer zancadas = to do lunges
  • hacer abdominales = to do sit ups / crunches
  • hacer lagartijas = to do push ups
  • hacer pesas = to do weights
  • levantar pesas = to lift weights
  • estirar = to stretch
  • hacer estiramientos = to do stretches
  • correr en cinta = to run on the treadmill
  • saltar a la cuerda / saltar a la soga / saltar a la comba = to jump rope
  • brincar a la cuerda / brincar a la soga / brincar a la comba = to skip rope


*Please note many of these verbs have irregularities that I can’t simply list all at once, so you may want to consult WordReference to see their irregularities in the conjugation charts.

  • jugar al = to play (masculine noun sport; ej. jugar al tenís)
  • jugar a la = to play (feminine noun sport; ej. jugar a la lucha libre)
  • correr = to run
  • caminar = to walk
  • andar = to walk
  • pasear = to walk
  • dar un paseo = to take a walk
  • correr = to run
  • seguir = to follow
  • perseguir = to pursue / to chase
  • saltar = to jump
  • brincar = to jump
  • tirar = to throw
  • tirar = to shoot (a bow / a gun)
  • disparar = to shoot (a gun)
  • lanzar = to toss
  • lanzar = to pitch (baseball)
  • coger = to catch [Spain; NOT Latin America]
  • pillar = to catch
  • cachar = to catch [very Latin America]
  • golpear = to hit / to strike / to swing (baseball)
  • patear = to kick (soccer / football)
  • luchar = to fight
  • dar (un/unos) puñetazo(s) = to punch / to punch repeatedly
  • dar una paliza = to whoop (someone) / to give (someone) a beating
  • bailar = to dance
  • remar = to row
  • patinar = to skate
  • nadar = to swim
  • competir = to compete
  • hacer = to do / to make
  • hacer (ejercicios) = to do (exercises)
  • alcanzar = to reach / to grasp
  • lograr = to achieve
  • realizar = to make a reality / to finalize / to carry out / to perform (exercises)
  • obtener = to get / to obtain
  • conseguir = to get / to obtain
  • terminar = to finish / to end
  • comenzar (a) = to begin (to)
  • empezar (a) = to start (to)
  • practicar = to practice / to perform (a sport)
  • ensayar = to rehearse / to practice
  • entrenar = to train
  • adiestrar = to train / to instruct
  • aprender = to learn
  • enseñar = to teach 
  • doler = to hurt [functions like gustar when talking about a body part; ej. me duele la cabeza / me duelen las piernas]
  • torcer, torcerse = to twist / to twist or sprain (a body part)
  • lastimar, lastimarse = to injure / to injure oneself
  • herir / herirse = to wound or injure / to wound or injure oneself
  • sudar = to sweat
  • llorar = to cry
  • sangrar = to bleed
  • sentir = to sense (physical) / to see / to hear / to notice
  • sentirse = to feel (an emotion)
  • mejorar = to improve
  • mejorarse = for someone to get better
  • empeorar = to worsen
  • empeorarse = for someone to get worse
  • respirar = to breathe
  • aspirar = to breathe in / to aspire
  • exhalar = to exhale / to breathe out
  • inspirar = to inspire
  • alabar = to praise
  • adular = to flatter
  • ovacionar = to praise / to give an ovation
  • agradecer = to thank / to give thanks to
  • patrocinar = to sponsor
  • financiar = to finance / to sponsor / to provide money
  • infundir = to inspire / to cause / to provoke an emotion
  • emocionar = to excite / to fill with excitement
  • conmover = to excite / to fill with excitement
  • decepcionar = to disappoint
  • hacer una finta = to feint / to fake someone out
  • engañar = to deceive
  • fingir = to feign / to deceive
  • sorprender = to surprise
  • asombrar = to astonish
  • pasmar = to amaze
  • burlarse de (alguien / algo) = to make fun of someone or something / to jeer
  • reírse de (alguien / algo) = to laugh at someone or something / to jeer
  • mofarse de (alguien / algo) = to mock someone or something / to jeer
  • persuadir = to persuade
  • convencer = to convince / to persuade
  • engatusar = to butter someone up / to cajole / to get someone to do something with flattery or trickery
  • soñar = to dream
  • esperar = to hope [or “to wait” if applicable]
  • hacerse realidad (los sueños) = (for dreams) to come true
  • anhelar = to yearn for / to long for
  • usar = to use / to make use of
  • utilizar = to utilize / to make use of
  • aplaudir = to applaud / to clap
  • abuchear = to boo
  • aclamar (a alguien) = to cheer on (someone) [often takes an indirect object]
  • vitorear = to cheer
  • jalear a = to cheer on [Spain]
  • echar porras (a alguien) = to cheer (someone) on [Mexico]
  • animar = to encourage
  • animarse = to be inspired / to cheer up
  • desanimar / desalentar = to discourage
  • desanimarse / desalentarse = to become discouraged
  • silbar = to whistle
  • chiflar = to whistle [Mexico]
  • anotar = to score [in the context of games]
  • obtener = to score / to win a point [in the context of games]
  • marcar = to score [in the context of games]
  • ganar = to win
  • perder = to lose
  • empatar = to end in a tie / for the score to be even
  • ganar por una cabeza / ganar por un pelo = to barely win / to win by a nose
  • pisar los talones (a alguien) = to narrowly nose / to be a close second
  • llevarse de calle el partido = to win a match hands down / to completely win
  • felicitar = to congratulate
  • dar la enhorabuena = to congratulate
  • tener un don = to be gifted
  • tener suerte = to be lucky
  • tener éxito = to be successful
  • esforzarse = to make an effort
  • hacer un (gran) esfuerzo = to make a (huge) effort
  • valer la pena = to be worth the effort


  • el / la atleta = athlete [sometimes “gymnast”]
  • el / la deportista = athlete / someone who plays a sport
  • el jugador, la jugadora = player
  • el árbitro, la árbitra = referee
  • el entrenador, la entrenadora = trainer / coach
  • el patrocinador, la patrocinadora = sponsor
  • el jefe, la jefa = boss
  • el / la mánager = manager
  • el gerente / la gerente, la gerenta = manager
  • el director, la directora = administrator / director
  • el / la agente = agent
  • el público = crowd / audience [collective noun]
  • el equipo = team [collective noun]
  • el / la juez | los / las jueces = judge, judges
  • el nadador, la nadadora = swimmer
  • el luchador, la luchadora = fighter / wrestler
  • el corredor, la corredora = runner
  • el bailarín, la bailarina = dancer
  • el / la concursante = competitor
  • el animador, la animadora = cheerleader
  • el patinador, la patinadora = skater
  • patinadores sobre hielo / patinadores artísticos = ice skaters / figure skaters [can be patinadoras artísticas if necessary]
  • el aficionado, la aficionada = a fan
  • el fan, la fan, los fans, las fans = fans [man, woman, plural, etc.]

    Note: For many “players” of sports, you can easily say el jugador de ___ or la jugadora de ___. There are some sports that have an -ista form which are unisex, but they tend to be a bit more formal.

  • el / la futbolista = soccer player / football player
  • el / la tenista = tennis player
  • el / la baloncestista = basketball player
  • el / la beisbolista = baseball player
  • el / la velocista = speed skater
  • el / la comentarista = commentator
  • el comentarista deportivo, la comentarista deportiva = sports commentator


  • el gimnasio = gym(nasium)
  • el estadio = stadium
  • el campo = field
  • la pista = track
  • la cancha = a sports field / court / track / pitch
  • el campo de fútbol = soccer/ football field
  • la cancha de fútbol = soccer / football field
  • la cancha de tenís = tennis court
  • la pista de tenís = tennis court
  • la cancha de baloncesto = basketball court
  • la pista sobre hielo / la pista de patinaje = skating rink
  • la pista de hielo / la pista sobre hielo = an ice rink (for hockey or skating)
  • el premio = prize
  • la medalla = medal
  • el oro = gold
  • la plata = silver
  • el bronce = bronze
  • la medalla de oro/plata/bronce = gold/silver/bronze medal
  • la meta = personal goal / objective
  • la meta = finish line
  • el juego = game
  • el partido = a game / match
  • la pelota = a ball
  • la bola = a ball (often used in the sense of bowling or billiards)
  • la piscina = swimming pool
  • la arena = arena [or “sand” if applicable]
  • la victoria = victory / a win
  • la victoria pírrica = Pyrrhic victory: a victory that comes at a very high cost
  • la pérdida = a loss
  • el empate = a tie / when the final score is even
  • el punto, los puntos = point, points
  • la anotación = the act of scoring points
  • contra = against
  • con = with
  • versus = versus / vs.
  • físico/a = physical
  • violento/a = violent
  • sangriento/a = bloody
  • el deporte sangriento = blood sport
  • fuerte = strong
  • débil = weak
  • alto/a = tall
  • bajo/a = short
  • gordo/a = fat / large
  • flaco/a = skinny
  • delgado/a = skinny
  • grande = big
  • pequeño/a = small
  • mejor = better
  • el / la mejor = the best
  • peor = worse
  • el / la peor = the worst
  • atlético/a = athletic 
  • deportista = sporty / athletic
  • los músculos = muscles
  • la cabeza = heat
  • el cuello = neck
  • el hombro = shoulder
  • el brazo = arm
  • la pierna = leg
  • el tronco = torso
  • la cadera = hip
  • la cintura = waist
  • el muslo = thigh
  • la mano = hand
  • el pie = foot
  • la cara = face
  • la oreja = outer ear
  • el oído = inner ear
  • el ojo = eye
  • la nariz = nose
  • la boca = mouth
  • la frente = forehead
  • delantero/a = front
  • trasero/a = rear
  • la complexión = physique / build
  • el cuerpo = body
  • corporal = relating to the body / corporeal
  • la diversión = fun
  • el entretenimiento = entertainment
  • divertido/a = fun
  • entretenido/a = entertaining / enjoyable
  • los Juegos Olímpicos = Olympic Games
  • las Olimpiadas = The Olympics
  • la salud = health
  • el espíritu deportivo = good sportmanship
Baby Mama Drama w/ Colin Kaepernick For Charlie

Colin Kaepernick:

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“Babe! You want me to fix you some popcorn?” You yell from the kitchen. You and your boyfriend of 2 and half years, Colin, are in the office room, doing something. You met him at the grocery store, he was getting Gatorade and you were grabbing some sweet tea, he flirted with you and followed you throughout the whole store and he finally asked you out. Ever since you two were inseparable. Colin interrupts your thoughts, walking in the kitchen like he seen a ghost.

“What’s wrong babe?” You say walking over to him and grabbing his hands lightly, he smiles at you and wraps his long arms around your waist. He kisses your neck softly and you feel a something wet in the crook of your neck.  You immediately pull back to see tears in his eyes, he groans and wipes his eyes in frustration. You wipe a stray tear and you kiss his lips softly.

“Colin, what happened? Is the family okay?” You ask frantically. He looks down at your 5’2 frame and smiles. He grabs your hips and sets them carefully on top of the island counter top, he got in-between your legs and kisses your forehead.

“My real mom wants’ to meet me…” He whispers and you stare at him wide eyed. You want Colin to at least meet his mama once to hash shit out and talk. You smile and jump off the counter and walk to the calendar.

“What are you doing?” He asks looking at you with a face while grabbing some of your popcorn and popping it in his mouth. You playfully glare at him but smile and grab his hands.

“I was just seeing a good day to meet your mom… Would the 23rd work?” You start to grab the Sharpie but Colin snatches it out of your hand, he turns you around so your back is against the cold refrigerator. You look up to see that he looks mad and confused, you thought because his birth mom contacted because he was tearing up and smiling. You go to caress his cheek but he jumps back and groans in frustration.

“Don’t you get I don’t want to meet her, she didn’t want to meet before, and now that I am a professional football player with money, all of a sudden she wants to meet me?” You look at him with wide-eyes, you think he should at least try to clear things up and want to get to know her.

“Charlie! Are you even listening?! God, I knew you wouldn’t understand you never do…” He whispers and you feel anger rise to your face, spreading throughout your body.

“And what does that mean?” You scrunch up your face and clench your fist tight to where your nails dig into your skin.

“Because your rich snobby bitch! You never been adopted! You always had the perfect life, you always assume things and I go along with it but not this time. You are a controlling bitch!” As soon as the words left his mouth, you see the regret and guilt written all over his face, tears start to move freely down your cheeks and you walk to the door where your purse and jacket already is. You hear Colin yelling your name but you don’t turn around but you keep walking until you get to your car. He runs out of the house but that’s all you see as you start your car and you speed down the street with tears rolling down your cheeks. You get to your best friend, Mary, house and you tell her everything while she just holds you while you cry. You grab your phone to see 9 missed calls and 18 text messages from Colin, all saying the same thing, “I’m sorry…” or “Please come home.” You want to run his arms and be there forever but the other is so hurt that he would think something like that for all these years. You call him and tell him that you guys need a break, he sounded so vulnerable and so depressed while you both were on the phone. You realize this is better for the both of you.

*2 Months Later*

                You walk to the local Wal-Mart to grab some things for the NBA Finals party you and a couple friends are having. You may be in San Francisco but that doesn’t mean you can’t support your San Antonio Spurs, you have been a fan of theirs since you were a little girl. You remember when you and Colin would have the drinking game when the NBA Finals came around and you would get so drunk. Next day, he would be up cooking you breakfast, even though he was miserable. That was one thing you missed, Colin thinks about other first then himself even though it didn’t seem that way to the media. You realize you made it to Wal-Mart and you are staring at the cart like an idiot, a little girl looks at you and giggles and you smile. You have a shopping list and you are going through the aisles grabbing what the list says.

  • Vodka
  • Chips
  • Chocolate
  • Candy
  • Cups
  • Water
  • Limes
  • Hair Ties
  • Orange Juice
  • Tylenol

                You grab the Orange Juice when someone beats you to it and grabs it to, you recognize the tattoos and you immediately look up to see Colin. He has a hood on and his basketball shorts, he has large dark circles under his eyes and reeks of alcohol, overall he looks; a mess. Your heart aches and twist the fact that you did this to him and that he is miserable, you should have been there for him during that.

“Colin?” You whisper and he snaps out of his trance and takes a step forward, trying not to scare you. He grabs your hand into his and pulls you close, wraps his long arms around your waist and hides his face into the crook of your neck. You let him do this and you wrap your arms around his neck softly, thank god there aren’t many people there and you were in the end aisle.

“Charlie, I am so sorry I said those things to you. I just lashed out at you because I don’t want to see the women that didn’t want me. I need you back, I want you back, I love you so much, I can’t bear to stay away from you…” He whispers and you hug him tighter, you understand that he was feeling pain and didn’t want to have that source of rejection again. You love Colin so much you will stay by his side no matter what happens.

“Colin, I forgive you, I support your decision on not wanting to meet your mom. I’m sorry I was being a selfish bitch, I just thought you wanted to meet her…I love you…” You say, he pulls away from your neck and kisses you with so much passion and love. You hear a cough and you jolt away, you see an elderly couple looking at you both with an amused face.

“Herald, remember we were like that? We could barely keep our hands off each other. You two cherish each other, you can end up like this…I spent 55 years with this man and I still feel like I am 20 years old when I met him…” The elder woman says, lightly squeezing her husband’s arm and smiling brightly at us. The man looks at the women with so much love and adoration that he kisses her cheek lightly and smiles.

“This is why I love you, Mary…” He says and the give us one more bright smile. You look up at Colin to see he his staring down at you with love and relief. You blush hard and look down but he grabs your chin and pulls it up lightly.

“I want to be like them, old and grey, but they are still in love…” He says and you pull him into a long kiss that makes you last forever, you slowly open your eyes to see the same adorable little girl you saw when you entered the store, she is looking at you with a disgusted face but she smiles after awhile. You look at Colin and you decide to be mean.

Boo…” You simply say and she runs off squealing and laughing throughout the store, you laugh and look at Colin.

“I love you…”

“I love you, too…” You whisper with so much love.

Sports Vocabulary in Spanish and French

Sport – el deporte - le sport

Soccer – el fútbol – le football/ le foot

Football – el fútbol americano – le football américain

Tennis – el tenis – le tennis

Basketball – el baloncesto – le basket-ball

Baseball – el béisbol – le base-ball

Hockey – el hockey – le hockey

Swimming – la natación – la natation

Volleyball – el voleibol – le volleyball

Badminton – el bádminton – le badminton

Skating – el patinaje – le patinage

Archery – el tiro al arco – le tir à l’arc

Olympic Games – los Juegos Olimpicos – les Jeux Olympiques

Athlete – el/la atleta – l’athlète (m./ f.)

Referee – el árbitro – l’arbitre

Competition – la competición – la compétition

Medal – la medalla – la médaille

Gold – el oro – l’or (m.)

Silver – la plata – l’argent (m.)

Bronze – el bronce – le bronze

Skates – los patines – les patins

Court – la cancha – le terrain/la court

Player – el jugador/ la jugadora – le joueur/ la joueuse

Team – el equipo – l’équipe (f.)

Ball – la pelota/ el balón – la valle/ le ballon

Racquet – la raqueta – la raquette

Bat – el bate – la batte

Uniform – el uniforme – l’uniforme (m.)

Coach – el entrenador/ la entrenadora – l’entraîneur (m.)/ l’entraîneuse (f.)

Point – el punto – le point

Game/match – el juego/ el partido – le jeu/ le match

Goal – el gol – le but

To score – marcar – marquer

Winner – el ganador/la ganadora – el gagnant/ la gagnante

Loser – el perdedor/ la perdedora – le perdant/ la perdante

To win – ganar – gagner

To lose – perder – perdre

Stadium – el estadio – le stade

Practice – la practica – la pratique

To train – entrenar – entraîner

Let me know if I’ve made a mistake or forgotten any words!