Hailee meets Tucker, an (American) Football player, and instantly falls for him. But what if Tucker isn't actually a man? What if he's a woman who's pretending to be a man? But not just any man, *THE* Man.
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For the past few days I've been trying to convince my dad to let me join his team.
My dad's a quarterback for the LA Rams and is often called the greatest quarterback of all time. He has more Super Bowl rings than he has fingers.
He taught me how to play American Football when I was a kid because Allison showed no interest and Tommy sucks at all sports. So really, I was forced into it.
I ended up really liking it but I couldn't go further than just playing with my dad. I remember crying and locking myself in my room when the high school coach told me I couldn't play.
I really just went on with my life but the urge to play again has picked up.
"Why don't we just play together?" Dad asks.
"You do the same play every time!" I say.
"Consistency is key." Dad says.
"Consistency is why you didn't make it to the Super Bowl last year. They knew your every move." I say.
"Y/n, even if you were in a good weight class, you couldn't play. I hate to say it but you're... a woman." Dad says.
"That's not a problem." I say opening the backpack.
I pull the wig off and put it on my head.
"Where did you get that?!" Dad asks.
"Temu for 5 bucks." I say.
"I'm Tucker. You know, Tommy's twin that no one ever knew about?" I say.
"Y/n, you are better than half the players I've been out there in the field with-" He says.
"So what's the problem?" I ask.
"You're gonna get crushed. There are 400 pound guys out there and you're nowhere near 200." He says.
"So I just have to gain weight?" I ask.
"It doesn't matter! You're not playing!" He says.
"But dad!" I say.
"No!" He shouts.
Mark's View; 3 months later...
Y/n hasn't brought up football since we talked about it a few months ago. Usually when I tell her no and she stops talking about it, that means she's planning something.
Kid may have got my genes but she got all of her mom's stubbornness.
"How's the family?" Grant asks.
"Well-" I say.
"Hey, pops." Someone says.
I turn around and see Y/n wearing the wig.
"Oh my god." I mumble.
"Who's this?" Grant asks.
"I'm Tucker, this is my pops." Y/n says wrapping her arm around my neck.
"So this is Tommy's twin?" Grant asks.
"Yeah." Y/n says.
"Go home." I say.
"For what?" Y/n asks.
"You know how to play?" Grant asks.
"No-" I say.
"Hell yeah." Y/n says.
"Alright, let's see if you're really a Y/l/n." Grant says, grabbing a football.
"No, she was just leaving." I say.
"Don't worry, I'm not gonna take your spot." Y/n says.
Grant laughs and Y/n smiles.
"Go long." Grant says, gesturing her to move back.
She runs back a few yards and I shake my head. He backs up and throws the ball.
She runs backwards and catches the ball. She throws the ball back and he catches it.
"Nice." He says as she runs back.
"How much you weigh, kid?" He asks.
"210." She says.
"Huh?!" I ask.
"Decided to gain a little and hit the gym." She says.
"How tall are you?" Grant asks.
"6'4." She says.
"If I could get a spot on this team at 195 at 6'1, you can get a spot too. Well of course, we gotta see how you really do." Grant says.
"You got some time on your hands to do a little test." Grant says.
"You know it, dude." Y/n says.
"No way. This is a bad idea." I say.
"Don't ruin this for me, dad." Y/n says.
Y/n stares at me for a while and I groan.
"Fine!" I say.
"He won't hit him too hard." Grant says signaling Maxwell to come over.
2 hours later...
"I told you this was a bad idea." I say.
"Yeah, for them." Grant says as Maxwell groans.
"I'm like a tank!" Y/n says.
"You're lucky they didn't bring out the 300 pounders." I say.
"I think if you work on your technique and gain a little bit more muscle, coach will have a jersey with your name on it." Grant says.
"Little father-son duo on the field." Grant says.
"Oh hell yeah." Cooper says.
"Let me have a word with me son." I say.
Cooper nods and walks away.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I ask.
"You gotta admit, I did great." Y/n says.
"Y/n, you are a woman. You are not a man named Tucker." I say.
"Yeah, but they don't know that." Y/n says.
"And when did you gain so much weight?" I ask.
"I found your old journal of the foods you ate and how much weight you gained." Y/n says.
"It was all for nothing because I not letting you get that jersey. I'll pull that wig off your head right now." I say.
"Nice try, it glued this shit onto a tight-ass swimming cap." She says.
"C'mon, dad. You've always supported me in everything else I do, support me in this. Even if it could destroy your career if people find out." She says.
I sigh and nod.
"One season and then Tucker slash Y/n goes back to hiding." I say.
"Thank you, you're the best dad ever." Y/n says.
Y/n hugs me and I smile.
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