#my dad is going to see the football team my brother is coaching play

[yoohyeon]

THIS IS GOING TO BE THE BEST WEEKEND OF MY LIFE

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: Peewee

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Summary: You take your boyfriend, Joe, to your little brother’s first tackle football game. Your little brother, Tommy, has always been such a huge fan of your NFL boyfriend and both you and Joe loved how much he idolized him.

Warnings: So so fluffy.

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Imagine universe: None! (Misc.)

A/N: Joe isn't injured and the Bengals have a very late bye week!

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December 18th, 2023

If you told me a year ago, when I started dating Joe, that we would have to go two months without seeing each other, I wouldn't have even agreed to go on a date with him.

Joe and I had an… age gap. He was 27, with an amazing career and a life built for himself, and I was 20 and still in college.

He was in Cincinnati while I was in Athens attending Ohio University.

We had met through our fathers who were both on the coaching staff at OU. We had a family dinner together, and Joe was the only one of Jimmy’s three boys who was able to make it.

Joe swears up and down still to this day that it was love at first sight when he saw me. He was just out of a relationship and wasn't looking for anything but he says that all changed when he saw me.

Now back to the two months without each other. Obviously, we were long-distance, and it was the mid-football season for him so that meant he was busy all of the time. I had just gotten done with finals for my fall semester, so up until now I had been super busy with university stuff.

Today I would see Joe for the first time since early October, and I couldn't be more excited.

My parents were even super excited because they were the ones on the receiving end of my griping the past couple of months.

My little brother was also super excited. Tommy was 10 years old and playing his first-ever tackle football game today. It was my dad’s travel football team he was playing for. My dad doesn't trust the coaches at his school so Tommy’s not allowed to play there.

Tommy’s only request for his first game was that his favorite NFL player be there.

It was Joe of course, and he promised he would be there.

He didn't disappoint either, just as my dad and Tommy took the field, Joe texted me saying he was a couple of minutes away.

“Are you excited?” - my mom nudged me

“Yeah. I've missed him.” - you smiled

“Oh, we know.” - your mom

I glared at her and rolled my eyes before I pulled out my phone to pass the time.

“Look, there he is!” - my mom

My head snapped up and there he was in all of his glory. Joe was walking over to the bleachers while watching the field.

“Go!” - my mom

I jumped up and ran down the stairs, seeing my mom get her phone out to record in the corner of my eye.

Joe by now had realized I'd seen him and stopped walking to open his arms for me.

When I was within inches of him I jumped into his arms.

His strong arms wrapped around my body and he slowly swayed with me.

“There’s my beautiful girl.” - Joe

“I missed you so much.” - you

“I missed you more. A day didn't go by that I didn't wish I was with you.” - Joe

My legs wrapped around his waist and my arms were around his neck. I knew that Joe wasn't a fan of PDA but this moment was too good, and there were barely any people in the bleachers anyways.

“You’re not allowed to leave me for that long again.” - you

“Never again sweetheart. I'll take you with me if I have to.” - Joe

“I love you.” - you

“I love you too…. so much.” - Joe whispered

A few moments of just hugging later, I spoke up.

“Can you walk us up to my mom? I don't want to let go yet.” - you

“Of course.” - Joe chuckled

My grip on him tightened as he easily started walking in his usual loose-hipped strides.

Climbing the stairs wasn't a problem for him either with me in his arms, Joe was taking two steps at a time.

“Hey Joe!” - your mom

“Hey! It's good to see you.” - Joe

“I don't know if you can tell, but she's missed you a lot.” - your mom

“I think I picked up on that.” - Joe chuckled

Joe gently lowered me onto the bleacher and plopped down next to me. We always sat at the top so we could sit against the wall of chain fencing.

I couldn't help but admire how cute he looked right now. Joe was wearing light grey sweatpants with a dark grey sweatshirt and flannel over top of it. The white backward hat was the icing on the cake.

“You're so handsome, Joe.” - you laid your head on his shoulder

“You say that all the time, baby.” - Joe smiled

“Because I mean it.” - you

Joe looked down at me with a large smile and kissed my forehead. One of his arms looped around my waist as he pulled away.

“Well, you're pretty gorgeous yourself.” - Joe

Feeling my cheeks heating up, I hid my face in his neck. Joe would usually try to make me blush more, but he was enjoying the heat of your red cheeks against his cold neck.

My mom handed Joe a blanket to which he gave her a thankful smile before draping it over our legs.

“You warm?” - Joe

“Mhm. You emit a lot of heat.” - you giggled

“Good.” - Joe

“By the way, you're going to have to activate your muscles and carry my bags to your car later. I have a few.” - you

“I’ll start warming them up.” - Joe joked

My mom laughed along with me and I couldn't feel any happier in that moment.

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I knew Joe would cheer the boys on, but I didn't expect him to be jumping up, yelling, warning the defense when the other team was doing a pass play, and so much more.

This one time specifically, the game was kind of getting slow so I was falling asleep on Joe’s shoulder. My brother’s team got a touchdown and Joe abruptly jumped, waking me up in the process.

“Sorry, my love.” - Joe sat back down and pulled you back into his chest

The scene made me wonder about my future with Joe. Maybe one day we’ll be doing the same thing with our own son.

“I'm so proud of Tommy. He acts so maturely football-wise for his age.” - Joe

His statement sealed my previous thought. There will be a future for us, and maybe I'm right about us cheering on our future son.

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Come halftime, my dad’s team was up 12-0.

“Joey.” - you nudged your boyfriend, who was deep into a conversation with your mom.

“Mhm?” - Joe

“Can you get me some hot chocolate from the concession stand?” - you

“Of course. I'll be right back. Do you want anything to snack on?” - Joe

“Mm, no I'm okay. Thank you! I love you!” - you

Joe stood up and moved the blanket onto me more before placing a kiss on my cheek.

“I love you too.” - Joe grinned and walked away

A few minutes later, Joe walked back with a drink carrier and a paper bag in his other hand.

“What is all of that?” - you laughed

He handed me and my mom a hot chocolate before setting one down for himself.

“You said you didn't want a snack but I know that means you wanted one.” - Joe handed you the bag

Gosh, he knew me so well. After giving Joe an appreciative smile I opened the bag to find three chocolate chip cookies.

“There was an older lady up there selling baked goods so I thought I'd snag a couple cookies. You can have one if you want to, y/m/n.” - Joe

“Well aren't you sweet.” - your mom took a cookie from you as you handed it to her

My mom happily munched on her cookie and I couldn't help but laugh at my own thoughts.

“What?” - Joe

“You're trying to impress my parents, huh?” - you

“Well, I’m taking you three hours away for a week! I want them to know you're safe staying at my place.” - Joe

That's probably what I'm most looking forward to out of this whole day. After the game is over, I'm going with Joe to Cincinnati where I'll be staying at his house for the week since it's their Bye.

“Joey, they already know that. I wouldn't be going if they didn't. Also, I'm an adult I can do what I want!” - you

“Babe. I know you're an adult. I just don't want them to be wary because I'm an older guy.” - Joe

“Joseph, you're seven years older stop acting like you're forty.” - you

Joe rolled his eyes but I scooted closer to him and threw the blanket over his lap.

“You're allowed to want to impress my parents, but don't feel like you have to. They love you, because I love you.” - you

My heart did pretty much the exact opposite of the rest of my body and warmed deeply when Joe placed a tiny kiss on the tip of my nose. It was a signal that he didn't know what to say back in the moment but appreciated my statement.

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“Joe!” - Tommy ran out of the gate and up to Joe, who had his arms open for your brother

The team had won, thankfully and now we were all standing and waiting for the kids to get out of their post-game huddle.

I couldn't put into words how I felt when I watched Joe hug Tommy like his own brother. It was so sweet and I'd never felt so in love.

“You’ve got one good man, y/n.” - your mom

“I know.” - you grinned

My eyes drifted from my mom’s smiling face back down to my boyfriend, the love of my life, hyping up my little brother over a couple of his receptions.

That's when I knew Joe was the one.

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Authors note: the fourth day of Christmassss

Guys who is she… consistently updating like this…

This fic came from my own mind! 🤍

Hope you enjoyed! 🫶

[hoe4sports]

“Your last name on my back”

Jenni Hermoso x Alexia Putellas x child reader

A/N: Jenni never left Barca.

Mamma had now stayed over for many nights. You couldn’t count well but probably more than 50. It felt like a forever sleepover. You didn’t understand why mamma had stayed over, but mami had tried to explain. You had seen mami and mamma kissing on the couch sometimes. Sometimes holding hands. Sometimes hugging. You understood that they loved each other. Yet, big words were hard, but you understood that you loved mamma.

Mamma that had always loved you back. That would always let you sit on her lap. That would always want to hold your hand. That would never refused to carry you. Not your tummy mummy, but mamma. Mamma’s name was Alexia. She had played football with mami for a few years. When your tummy mummy left in the middle of the night and Mami showed up to practice the next morning with a newborn looking terrified; Alexua was there. She was always there. She took care of Mami and she helped take care of you. She picked up the broken pieces and mended them back together one by one. One day at a time.

You were only little so you didn’t understand why mamma couldn’t take you to the doctors alone or why you couldn’t have her last name. You had Hermoso, and another strange last name. The other last name was cold, it felt like a frozen shoulder or like someone was taking your heart away. All the other little girls at football had two last names; one from their mom and one from their dad. One from each parent. One from each person that loved them. You however, only had one. Not one name, but one that loved you.

When the coach of your under 5’s had given you your first jersey a Saturday morning, you had teared up when another older girl read the names of your jersey to you. You didn’t like the first last name. You hated it, despised it. The first time you had heard it was when mami was on a phone call while you were supposed to be sleeping. She had talked to her brother, about wanting to change your name but your tummy mummy had refused even though she wasn’t a part of your life anymore. That’s why when you got your first jersey, the moment wasn’t filled with joy, pride or excitement. It was filled with as much rage as a 4 year old could body. Your little hands pulled the jersey off while they were shaking as tears were forming in your eyes. The pride of your first jersey being ripped away from you in an instant. You quickly blinked the tears away as you stood there with the jersey in your hands. The fabric of the jersey was just like mami’s jersey, but this jersey didn’t feel good. It felt like something you wanted to throw to the ground. Stomp on. Hit. Get rid of in an instant. “Y/N, you no like your jersey?” You coach said as he stood infront of you. You looked down, not daring to look him in his usual kind eyes. “It’s small” you murmur out as the best possible excuse even though as the youngest and smallest on the team, it definitely fitted you. “Ah, si, how about you just wear a vest yes? A pink vest?” He said as he held the pink neon colored vest infront of your eyes. You grabbed it quickly as you settled on wearing the familiar bright vest instead. Practice began and you quickly forgot about your jersey that didn’t feel like your jersey. The practice went on quickly and by the look of mamma’s face; you knew that she could sense that something was going on. It wasnt until one of the youth assistant coaches was helping you with controlling your ball that you noticed that your jersey was gone from the field. It made you happy, as you thought that it had disappeared and that you wouldn’t have to ever see it again. The practice ended and your team did your usual team hug and chant at the end. You ran off the field with the other little girls straight to Alexia who was sitting with the other parents. “Mamma!” You yelled as you ran into her arms. “I am so proud of you, you worked so hard today. Ready to go home and see mami?” Alexia said as her strong arms lifted you up from the ground. Mamma and mami never cared about people that said that you shouldn’t be carried or that you were too old. They knew that one day, you wouldn’t wanna be carried anymore and until that day came along: they refused to stop holding you close and keeping you safe.

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You were sitting at the kitchen table with Mami and Alexia having lunch. You were talking about how practice went and how hard you were working on your skills. Alexia joked that she had gotten it from her mamma, but all three of you knew that it wasn’t possible. It made you pout as you wanted to be mami and mamma’s baby so bad. You dropped your fork onto the table and frowned as you pouted. Your mami looked at you as she tilted her head. “So baby, we need to talk about what happened at practice today. I heard that you didn’t like your jersey, no? Why is that?” She spoke as she looked at you. Alexia rubbed Jenni’s back as support and you crossed your arms in anger. You shook your head, refusing to answer as your feelings were bottled up in your throat forming a big lump. «Princesa, we want to help you. Was the color wrong? Or was it the fabric?” Mami continued as she tried to get out of you what the issue with the jersey was. The anger made your head spin and your feet tickle. You wanted to throw a fit and scream and yell. You hated your last name. It reminded you of the person who abandoned you when you were a baby. Who suddenly decided that you weren’t important, that you weren’t wanted, that you were regretted. Your little heart was beating fast and your hands were shaking. You looked up at Mami as you shouted on the top of your lungs; “I don’t wanna be a Dias anymore, I wanna be a Putellas!”

You had hopped down from the chair and stormed to the bedroom as quickly as your tired feet would let you. You shut the door with a bang and twisted the lock on the door. Mami cursing herself for not removing it as she was supposed to. You stomped to your bed and grabbed your pillow and blanket before you made a spot inside your closet for you to decompress and hide. Your feelings felt so big, like your little frame couldn’t possibly fit it all inside your heart. You felt angry, scared, fragile and terrified that mami would eventually regret you as well. You didn’t wanna be a hard child. People would always say that you were delightful and easy going, and you were for the most. It was only this subject that had grown into a big knot in your stomach. Mami didn’t wanna hide your story from you in case you would read it somewhere or a kid would ask you about it. She wanted you to own your own story, so she had always made sure to tell you the story and give you age appropriate details. You pulled the closet doors closed as you closed your eyes feeling tired. You weren’t sure if it was because of practice or because of your big feelings. You wanted nothing more than to run to mami or mamma, be held, be told that she would take care of it, that it was okay, that she wasn’t upset or angry and that she loved you endlessly regardless of anything. You wanted mami to pick you up with her big warm strong arms and hold you close so you could feel her familiar scent. But you couldn’t let yourself. You wanted to be stubborn. To be a big girl. You sniffled as a tear rolled out of your eye as your tried to hold your bunny close.

Your polarbear was however in your bed so you made a bolt to grab your bear before coming back into your closet feeling like you wanted to hide away forever. You held the bear tight and had him pushed towards your chest as you sobbed. Eventually falling asleep tucked away in the closet.

You woke up to mami’s and mamma’s face towards you. You blinked a couple of times. Could it have been a bad dream? “Hola princesa” Mami said as she stroke your hair gently. The light was dimmed and you were sitting in mami’s arms in their bedroom. You could hear the sound of the television that was mounted on the wall infront of the bed buzzing. “Mami” you said as the feelings came crashing into you leaving you chocking out a cry. “Shh, mi amor, it’s okay, it’s just big feelings” Mami said as she held you closer one hand on your back and the other on your head pushing you into her chest like she did when you were a baby. “Everything will be okay, Mami will take care of it. Mamma told me what happened and if you don’t want to; you don’t have to tell me, si?” Mami said as she comforted you while you shut your eyes to keep the big feelings outside. “Mami?” You said so quietly that nobody should’ve been able to hear, but Mami always heard. Mami always knew. “Si, princesa?” She said as you wiggled lose from her grip and sat up infront of her. You looked at Mami, then at mamma and then at Mami again. “I don’t like my name” you muttered quietly expecting some sort of reaction. “Is that so? Why?” Mami said as she looked at you with a soft expression on her face not seeming angry or mad, just looking at you like you were her whole world. “The other kids, Mami..” you started as you felt tears pricking in your eyes and your voice started to break. “I wanna be like you, and mamma..” you continued as you took a big breath to sound out the last word you needed to complete the sentence. You looked at mamma. “I want your last name on my back, Mami. But I also want mamma’s. No dummy tummy mummy last name.” You said as your frowned and tears were escaping your blue icy eyes to run down your red blissed cheeks. “That’s okay princesa, I can talk to the coach.” Mami said as she pulled you into her arms again. “Princesa, you can have both our last names.” Mami said as you looked over at mamma. To your surprise, Alexia was smiling at you. You sniffled and smiled back before you launched yourself at mamma like a rocket trying to go to space. But just like mami, mamma always knew and she was prepared letting you close hugging you tight. “Pequena, we have got you a present” mamma whispered in your ear as your head shot up almost knocking mamma’s nose out in the move. “What is it?” You said as you could feel a spark of good feelings coming back into your body. Mami reached for a box next to her night stand and your eyes opened wide. The box was pink and glittery with a glittery golden bow on top. Mami sat it infront of you as mamma held you in her lap. You carefully tugged at the bow, causing the bow to loosen as you took the lid of the box. You pulled the item out as it revealed a jersey. A jersey just like the team had gotten this Saturday morning at practice. Your heart dropped for a second as you lowered the jersey until mami held it up for you to see. “Do you see the back princesa?” She said as you looked at the letters. It made you confused as you still were learning to read. “It says Hermoso-Putellas and it’s the same as mami’s number. 10” Mami is nr.10 in Barcelona. You felt all the bad feelings rushing to leave your little body as you wrapped an arm around each woman’s neck holding them tight. The two women eased closer to you and held you together closely. “We love you, Princesa. You can always tell us if something feels bad.” Mami finished as she kissed your cheek making you feel all bubbly and happy again. But the legal part of the name change? That’s a story for another day and it’s a long story.

[alittlebitofloveliness]

Angsty Curtis Brothers fic

My mental health really isn't mental healthing today so I tried to channel that into this. Hope you enjoy :)

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“Good hustle, Curtis,” coach claps him on the back as he jogs off the field and he grins, pushing dark sweat soaked hair out of his eyes. 

They’re up by a touchdown and one field goal- that he’s responsible for- and with possession and just two minutes left in the fourth quarter they’re reasonably safe, though the game isn’t over until it’s over. 

His teammates pat him on the back and compliment his kick as he guzzles back water, and it’s not hollow per se, but even after two years it still feels skin deep. He’ll never be one of them, never be rich, never be quite good enough, popular enough, socy enough, no matter how good his kicks or how well he runs plays. They accept him, maybe some even like him, but they’ll never want him, not really. It doesn’t even sting anymore.

The people who do really care about him watch from the bleachers. Mom and dad are there, dad talking with his hands like usual and mom laughing at him like she always does, too in love to ever scold him for anything. They wave at him across the field when he catches their eye and it almost feels right. Almost. 

The gang is around too, though less obvious in their support of him. Two-bit and Dally are pelting a group of freshmen with popcorn, while Steve, Johnny, and Soda are all smoking near the gap in the fence. They’ll be gone as soon as the final whistle blows, and he really can’t blame him. The end of the match is always the hardest for him too. 

33..32…31…

The clock ticks down steadily, their team and the visiting school fighting back and forth without either team gaining any substantial yards and then the whistle blows and they’ve won.

Like every game they've ever won, the victory feels worse than losing. 

His teammates cheer and thump him on the back while the fans flood onto the field and the coach gives a short congratulatory speech before telling them he’ll see them at practice tomorrow.

Then it’s perfectly, blessedly over. Except it isn’t, is it? It never is, not really.

“You coming to the afterparty, man?” Jared Strong, one of the nicer guys on the team and also one of the biggest, asks, “Damien’s hosting and his parents are outta town.”

“Nah,” he shakes his head. Rarely does he go to parties with the team, even though he usually gets an invite. He has no love for pretending to be something he isn’t. Not anymore at least, “I got other plans. Thanks though.”

“Have fun,” Jared nods politely, his helmet dangling in one hand, pale hair stuck to his face, “I guess I’ll see you at practice tomorrow?”

“For sure. See you Jared.”

“Bye Pony.”

He watches as Jared rejoins the rest of the team, shining brighter than the rest of them even in his stained and sweaty jersey. Jordan’s captain of the team, nicer than the rest of them, obviously more skilled even though he never bragged about it. 

Jared reminds him of Darry, and it’s hard not to hate him for it. 

It’s been two years, but he can’t help but wonder if he’ll ever really recover from it, or if the hole Darry left in the world is going to be a permanent fixture rendering his life a theatre production he stars in as Ponyboy Curtis with the demands of Doing What Darry Couldn’t Finish.

He wishes he could be bitter about it, but it just feels like a weird sort of penance. Not that he was the one who killed Darry- no Paul Holden and his alcoholic buddies and their too fast cars had done that- but there’s an odd sort of peace tied in with the pain and the guilt of trying to make sure Darry’s legacy is never forgotten. He’ll never be football captain or boy of the year, but he can play the game Darry loved and go to college and get out of this town once and for all. Is it really his dream? He doesn’t know, and he doesn’t care because it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that Darry would know but he isn’t here, he will never be here again and it’s never going to be okay again because a piece of Ponyboy died the same night the police came to their door and told them about the accident and what use is there of living when he isn’t really alive?

Mom and Dad are both beaming when he makes his way over to them, and they’re both still living but they’re different now too, just like all of them are, and it shows in the way mom’s eyes are still bright but now they only ever shine with tears, and dad’s laugh is still loud but never so carefree as it used to be. 

“Great job Little Colt,” Dad ruffles his hair, and mom gives him a quick hug, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He allows it only because he knows Darry never used to. She needs the reminder sometimes, Pony thinks, that things are different, even though it’s something they all never forget.

He manages a faint grin but he’s tired of his performance, of pretending to be whole around the team, and he can see in their eyes they can see it. 

“Thanks. Let’s go home.”

Dad throws an arm around his shoulders but says nothing, something Pony is grateful for. He’s lucky to have parents who understand him so well, because most people don’t much like his silence even though sometimes talking is just so much work. 

The gang is waiting for them in the parking lot, clustered around dad’s truck and Steve’s car which are parked right next to each other. None of them are usually subdued- two years has given them all enough time to develop a new normal- but there’s a weight hanging over all of them that football games bring out. They’re all performers now, but all of them seem better at it then he is.

Well. All of them except Soda. 

Two-bit can joke again, better than he used to, and Dally is tougher and meaner than ever. Steve’s anger has been honed to a sharp edge, but he’s grown better about using it, his fights with the socs more frequent and violent, but his outbursts at the gang far fewer. Losing Darry had put things into perspective for all of them. Even Johnny was different, even though Pony suspects Johnny might have changed so he still fit with him rather than because of losing Darry. Not that Darry hadn’t loved Johnny and Johnny hadn’t loved him, but in the past two years Ponyboy has come to realize that Johnny spends a lot more energy taking care of him than his younger, more stupid self had ever been able to realize.

They all surround him when Dad drops the steadying arm around his shoulders to pull out his keys. Johnny hands him a cigarette without him having to ask, and he inhales half desperately, ignoring mom’s disapproving look and trying not to roll his eyes. He knows she’d hoped he’d wait until he was at least fifteen to start smoking, but If she can ignore Soda’s recent antics she can surely ignore his newly acquired habit.

Speaking of Soda, he’s currently reeling pickled and clearly far past the point of attempting to hide it. He’s paler these days than he used to be, and skinnier too, no matter how much mom is always hounding him to eat, and pony thinks maybe Soda’s the most ruined of all of them, or at least the only one of them that’ll never recover not really. Right now he’s living like he’s trying to follow Darry to his death, and the anger Pony feels has more to do with the sorrow that came with the fact that in losing his eldest brother he lost the human part of his other brother too.

Steve’s holding Soda upright, his arm under Soda’s shoulders while Soda slurs out a never evening stream of consciousness that none of them can understand, that stupid fucking flask he never goes anywhere without sticking out of his jacket pocket. Pony takes one look at dad’s tightly drawn face and locks eyes with Steve, both of them coming to a silent agreement, one he would’ve thought inconceivable before. Nowadays though, he and Steve Randle get along just fine.

He ducks under Soda’s other side, helping take the rest of his body weight, even though Soda’s got so slight as of late it’s hardly needed, and helps Steve guide him to sit in the back of the car. He’s so drunk he hardly seems to notice, still babbling incoherently.

“Thanks,” Steve huffs, and he looks tired, nearly as tired as Pony feels. He nods, and Steve nods back then goes to promise mom and dad that he’s sober enough to drive them all home. Mom and dad never believe any of them anymore, not without looking into their eyes and smelling their breath. Pony can't even blame them. They’d lost one son to a careless man’s drunk driving. Clearly, they couldn’t risk another.

Johnny climbs in next to him then, smiling softly, and Two crowds in after him. Dally takes the passenger side, and then Steve’s back, climbing into the driver’s seat.

Dally turns on the radio and rolls down the window while he lights up a cigarette, but even the rolling stones aren’t loud enough to drown out Soda’s talk, as much as Ponyboy wishes they could. 

It’s strange and wrong that they all fit in Steve’s car, a gang of six that’s meant to be seven, and also hardly a gang at all.

He rests his head on Johnny's shoulder next to him. 

Last week was the two year anniversary and everything has changed and nothing has changed, none of them are getting better, and Soda is still just getting worse.

Ponyboy sighs. They say three time’s the charm, right? Maybe three years will be enough. Enough that he will be able to look inward at the hole in his heart and it won’t look like a gaping wound. Maybe it will ache like a bruise instead of burning every hour like a knife wound. Maybe three years will be enough for him to be able to say Darry’s name without having to force it past clenched teeth. Maybe if he makes it to three years Soda will decide life is still worth living. Maybe he won’t.

Maybe three years will do what two years haven't. Maybe three years will be what it takes for them all to start to heal.

There’s nothing he can do but find out.

[shelbgrey]

Thunderstruck(Lance Harbor)

Paring: Lance Harbor x Moxon!Reader

Summary: Lance Harbor and y/n have hid their feelings for each other for a long time, but after an act of rage the truth came out. @ashleed

Prompt: 0.7) “he's not my boyfriend” - “I think you better tell him that” - “what?” - “only love makes you that crazy”

MasterList ML2

Tomorrow was the big game which means everyone was running around the town like mindless zombies anticipating the game that the coyotes were guaranteed to win. I didn’t care about football much which might as well be a sin around here, I didn’t mind it but I'm not willing to use a football as butplug like most of the dads and coaches around here. I wished i shared the same enthusiasm as my brother Billy Bob. he fucking loved the game and would give his left nut for it. But even though I didn’t give a damn I was at every game, not only because I was in color guard but so I could cheer Billy Bob and Lance on. Damn, he made football look like the most exciting game in the world.

But all amazing things have their faults. The old men in this town are bastards, all of them. They push the team and don't care if they die or not. Rain or shine they play, sick or hurt they play. It pisses me off. Especially when the dads use their sons as ego boosts. Lance’ dad and Mox’s dad are great examples. I respect them all for standing through all the bullshit, especially Lance.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

Remember when I said every great thing has its faults? Well cook-out in this town is a great example. The team and their families would be eating good food and having fun then Lance’s dad or Mox’s dad ruin it by running their mouths and using Mox and Lance to get back at each other.

“Is this how it's always gonna be when our dads are together?” Lance asked, glancing at Mox. “just one long ass pissing contest?” Mox shrugged, not really wanting anything to escalate if they heard our conversation. I just sat next to Lance and continued eating my ribs.

I didn't hear what brought it up, but Lance's dad and my dad brought up the matching band.

“well, at least your daughter is involved with somethin', but then again the marchin' band is useless without the football team”

I rolled my eyes, not giving two shits what he thought about me or the matching band. I’d like to see him get out on the fiend and do half the crap we do. I was gonna let it go.

“That's not cool dad…” Lance said in a hard tone.

“Im just kiddin’” Lance’s dad rolled his eyes and tossed Lance the football. Lance groaned and stood up before throwing the football as hard as he could. His dad caught it with a grunt from impact. “Nice one, son… Don’t see a band geek doin’ that”

I glanced over at Lance. He was staring hard at his father with his jaw clenched.

“That throw was cute..” Mox’s dad rolled his eyes and took the football and told Mox to stand up.

“Jesuse crist” I mumbled.

“You both knocked it off,” Mox’s mom said to both Lance and Mox’s dad. “It takes so much coordination to do what they do” she said half drunk.

“I'm just sayin’ people could care less about the halftime show and all that… we came to see a game not a broadway musical, then after football season you hear nothin’ of em” Lance’s dad went on.

“You know what else takes coordination?” Mox’s dad asked, he stood up and launched the football towards Mox and put an empty beer can on his head. “Come on dad, this is stupid!”

“Just throw it son”

Mox looked down at me and Lance and gave us both a sympathetic look. “Sorry..” he mumbled and launched the football at the can perfectly. Mox’s dad looked at Lance’s dad and showboated a bit. That only pissed him off more and he ripped the football away. “You think your son’s better than mine?”

“Well lets just say if Kilmer wasn’t such a prick my son would be starting quarterback” Mox’s dad snapped, Lance’s dad gave a mocking look of surprise. “Oh.. is that a factt?”

“I'm sorry about all this, I wouldn't have asked you to come if i knew this would happen” Lance whispered to me. I was about to respond to him, tell him it wasn’t his or Mox’s fault, but his dad beat me to it. “What about you Lance? You think you're better than my boy just because you're your captain?”

“No I don't,” Lance said firmly. Hell, these bastards are lucky their egos haven't ruined Mox and Lance’s friendship.

“Well, why don't you prove it. Show em what it takes to be a coyote. Nail the can” he said sharply and toused the football to lance. Lance was almost red in the face and he gripped the football hard.

“Show him what it takes to be a starting quarterback. Show em that little flag twirler isn't a distraction” his dad barked,

“Come on lance, nail the can” someone shouted. Lance snapped and launched the football, smacking right into his dad’s nose. He groaned in pain and fell to the ground. Lance’s jaw tightened and he glanced over at me.”Let's get out of here” he said in a hard tone and grabbed his letterman jacket then grabbed my hand, pulling me out of my seat.

“See ya later, Mox” Lance mumbled and pulled me towards his truck.

Once we were away from everyone he cupped both of my cheeks, looking me in the eyes. “I'm sorry.. They're all assholes”

“Its okay, Lance… let's just get out of here”

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

“Heard your boyfriend nailed his dad in the nose at the cookout saturday” Wendell said, coming up to my locker. I quickie shut it, making Billy Bob peak from behind his to see what was going on”

“Yeah, Lance nailed him right in his beak” Billy Bob laughed.

“He’s not my boyfriend” I protested, making Billy Bob and Wendell both give me a ‘yeah right look’

“What?!” I asked.

Wendell scoffed sarcastically. “Only love makes you THAT crazy”

“Crazy enough to nail his old man in the face when he put you down,” Billy Bob nodded.

“You both are idiots” I shook my head, grabbing my books for Miss. Davis’ class. “You hit your head too many times on the field.”

“You just don't want to admit I'm right for once!” Wendell called out as I walked away from him.

I shook my head, trying to ignore what Wendell and Billy Bob said. I rounded the corner and ran right into someone, making my books fall to the ground. “Shit, sorry Y/n” Lance said and quickly picked up my stuff.

“Dont worry about it” I looked up and stared into his blue eyes as he handed me my stuff. His gaze made me think about what the boys said, it replied in my mind over and over again. I snapped out of it and cleared my throat. “So.. how's your dad?’

“Don't worry about him,” Lance said, shaking his head. “I'm not grounded if I win the game” he rolled his eyes.

“Ooo. so much pressure” I said sarcastically, making lance laugh.

He nudged my shoulder playfully as we walked down the hallway. “Can't wait to see the halftime show”

“You actually pay attention to those?” I was surprised.

Lance almost looked hurt when I asked that. “Of course, why wouldn't i? You pay attention to all our games”

It always made my heart flutter at the fact he cared so much. With all that pressure and needles put on him he's still smiling and being the kind hearted person he is. Anybody would be dumb to hurt someone as amazing as him.

“Well, i'll see you tonight at the game then” I smiled stopping at Miss. Davis’ classroom. Lance smiled big. “Yep”

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

“Billy Bob, if you're too sick to play, say somethin’ damn it!” I said sternly as we walked down towards the field for the game.

“I told ya a billion times, im fine” He said rolling his eyes.

I bonked him on the butt with my color guard pole, not hard, but hard enough to get his addiction. “Hey!”

“Don't hey me! There’s a damn oxygen tank down there for you, you shouldn’t play”

“I can't let Kilmer or the team down!” Billy Bob Sighed

“Fuck Kilmer! I'll shove this entire flag so far up his ass it comes out his mouth”

Billy Bob stopped dead in his tracks and looked at me. “Just do what you need to do and I'll do what i need to do. Mind your business” he said and put his helmet on before going down to the Field where Tweeder and Wendell were.

“What’s going on?” Lance asked, walking up to me after he saw Billy Bob storm off.

“My dumb ass brother, thats whats going on”

Lance gave me a side hug. “I’ll keep an eye on em” he moved his arm off my shoulder and ran towards the field, he turned around walking backwards. “I'll get a touchdown for ya, hell I'll win the whole game for you!” he called out.

I shook my head playfully, I was glad he was far enough because I was turning bright red. “Good luck!” I called out.

“You too!”

--------(the Game)--------

The team was doing good, only a point or two behind, but they would easily catch up. I was sitting on the bleachers with the rest of the marching band watching the game. The whistle blew and Lance ran down to the number lines. I really don't know which one, I just know there's a bunch of hot guys throwing a football around. Anyway, lance turned sound and waved at me before getting in potion.

My smile disappeared when I saw Billy Bob Hobell onto the field. He looked awful. Lance called out the play and the whistle was blown, just like that Billy Bob collapsed and Lance was tackled. Lance screamed in pain. The way he cried out made my heart shatter into a million pieces. I didn’t care what was going on or the fact I needed to stay in the bleacher, I left and ran towards the stretcher lance was on.

“We're taking him to the hospital,” the paramedic told me. His sister Juiles came up to me just as worried.

“Come on, you can ride with me to the hospital”

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

I sat next to Lace the whole time after his surgery that night. Mox had took Juiles home and his bastard of a dad was too upset about Lance’s football career to come into the room. I held his hand, praying he would be okay. The doctor said he needed more surgeries after this one and his recovery time would be hell. It scared me to think about him being in so much pain, I was about to doze off but Lance winched and shifted as he slowly woke up. He squeezed my hand weakly and turned his head towards me. “You're here?” he asked softly.

“Of course” I smiled softly, brushing some hair out of his face.

He winced, looking away. “I’m sorry…the game-”

“You're seriously bringing that up?” I interrupted him softly. That made me truly realize how much pressure his father and Kilmer really put on him. They wormed their way so far into his brain all he cared about was disappointing them.

“All I care about is your recovery and you being able to walk properly” I said. Lance smiled weekly and gave my hand a gentle squeeze before bringing it up to his lips, kissing it softly. “Thank you. I don’t know what i’d do without you”

I smiled softly, staring into his eyes. He smirked. “This maybe the drugs talkin’ but…” he stopped mid sentence and pushed the button that raised his hospital bed. “What are you-”

“Shut up” he said innocently and raised the bed up far enough where we were eye level. He placed his hand on my cheek, pressing his lips to mine gently. My heart pounded, wondering if this was a dream. I placed my hand on his chest where his heart was and kissed him back softly. He pulled away gently, pressing his forehead against mine.

“You don't know how long i've waited to do that” Lance smirked, running his fingers through my hair. “Me too” I whispered, placing a quick soft kiss on his lips.

“If you hurt yourself like this again, I'll kill you” I joked.

“That’s fair,” he laughed, leaning forward and kissing me on the forehead.

Nothing else mattered now. The only thing that mattered was his recovery and making sure he knows he’s loved and a stupid football game wasn’t that important.

[tkachuktkaching]

Some of the Matthew Quotes from his recent Interview

Fresh off eliminating the Tampa Bay Lightning in the first round of the Stanley Cup Playoffs, Panthers forward Matthew Tkachuk joined The Pat McAfee Show on ESPN to talk all things puck on Wednesday.

Still in amazement of Tkachuk’s toughness to play with a broken sternum during last year’s Stanley Cup Final, McAfee and his energetic band of co-hosts started the show talking about playing through pain.

“In the Stanley Cup Playoffs all bets are off and you do whatever you can to play,”

“He was fired up to see us beat Tampa the other day,” (talking of his dad)

“Growing up having him as a voice, as a role model, my brother and I were not forced to play hockey, but we had everything around us to help us grow into it and love the game. We had him around every day to ask about anything, help coach us, teach us, but I’d say the biggest thing that allowed my brother and I to make it to this level was each other. Having that unbelievably close relationship, being each other’s best friends, biggest supporters, and competitors as well.”

“One thing that I’m super grateful that my parents did, and my mom deserves so much credit because she was mainly the one getting up at 5 a.m. to take us to the 6 a.m. practices while my dad was on the road, was that we were never allowed to play hockey 24/7, 365 days like some of these kids do now,” said Tkachuk. “My parents were all about playing every sport you can. I think that’s what allowed me to not get burnt out and my love for the game kept growing and growing more.”

“Don’t touch Bob and there won’t be any problems,”��When asked about Tampa Bay and the two goalie interference calls against the Lightning in Game 5.

“We are really excited to get a few days of rest and get rejuvenated, but it’s the playoffs and you just want to be out there playing,”

“Some of the best parts of playoffs are just hanging out with the boys in the lounges on the road and watching other games throughout the league.”

With three first-round matchups still ongoing, Tkachuk spoke on how hard it is to close things out.

“The fourth game in a playoff series is always the hardest to win because no matter what you are in the series, the other team is so desperate playing for their lives you have to find a way to match that or exceed that,” said Tkachuk.

Something that can help with closing out a series is playing in front of a home crowd.

“It’s a tough question because last year in playoffs are team was lights out on the road and it didn’t matter where we played,”

“When playing in Florida, we have such great fans and the building is so loud, I think home ice is important for us, having the extra potential game seven at home, you always want to have that at home. I think our fans are so loud and we’ve made this rink here in Florida a tough place to play, so I think home ice is important for our team, it’s an extra layer you can add to the series. I think we have great fans, so it’s important for us.”

Among the recent sellout crowds at Amerant Bank Arena, Miami Dolphins Jalen Ramsey and Jaylen Waddle have come out to support and hype up the crowd with the banging of the pre-game drum.

Knowing Waddle was there, Tkachuk told the show he was planning on a big goal celebration in salute of the fellow local superstar.

“If I scored I was going to do the ‘Waddle’ because he was there,” said Tkachuk. “He’s my favorite football player.”

While it didn’t happen that game, McAfee called for Tkachuk to bring in the dance celebration next time he lights the lamp.

[arxxq]

Hi! Can I request for headcanon with the Itoshi brothers, nagi or chigiri which they are teaching their children football? Thank you!

𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔❦︎

╰┈➤ ❝ [let me pass down my dream to you alright?] ❞

Headcanons for:

Itoshi Brothers (seperately), nagi seishiro, chigiri hyoma,

Sorry if it's not what you asked for. I'm still new to request...

Itoshi Rin

When he found out his daughter was interested, you swore you saw stars sparkling in his eyes

So when they got started you must say rin was quite rough on her but yet he was careful

To think rin would be a good coach was surprising

You were happy for rin though...I mean since he lost the opportunity to share a dream at least he gets to past it down

But what you don't like is when the two of them won't catch a break

Almost everytime you tell them to rest both of them would say "not now, we're still training love/mom" or "wait we still have to perfect our goals,"

It annoys you alot but you can't really say anything as it seems like your daughter inherit her dad's stubbornness

I swear everytime they train it just gets more stressful for you to watch and wait

Rin teaching her was practically not even beginner stuff, like for example he would try to get her do one of the hardest tricks

And the older your daughter gets, the more she becomes like her father

Istg I think the thing that frustrated you the most was when rin told her to disguise as a boy to play in the national teams..

"(Daughter name) you should disguise as a male and then we can put an effort—"

"WHAT NO RIN LOVE NO!"

"what a brilliant idea dad!"

That wasn't the only thing that frustrated you...Another was when rin told her that he'll try to get in contact with his ex mentor for her...

"(daughter name) what about I get help from my ex mentor?"

"ooh you mean that ego guy?"

"yes exactly that could work,"

"rin my love..I don't want our daughter to be stuck in a football jail and having you train her is enough..."

"but I did, what's wrong with our daughter doing the same thing?"

Yep you're happy yet frustrated with dealing with both your daughter and your husband...most of the time

But of course you love them, just have a struggle in putting up to them

Nagi Seishiro

Nagi played football because of reo bringing him in, so that's when he decided to get his son to do the same thing

So when they first started, I think nagi had a hard time to convince his son

After all his son is exactly like him (nagi 2.0 youd like to say)

But after your son took a lot of consideration it kinda worked.

Although most of the time when nagi teaches him, he gets tired himself

And guess who takes over? Yep reo. Reo stops by to help sometimes

His son calls it unfair tho knowing he can't take a break but his father can

But most of the time, it's nice to see them bonding! Cause it's quite rare

"c'mon you two we have more to do!"

"I agree with reo on this one, you can't just lay down there and play games!"

"huh why not, dad and I are tired.."

"mm yeah..just let us have a break.."

Itoshi Sae

Okay sae and his son, are both very blunt people

So when you heard your son in the bluntess way possible ask his dad to teach him to play football

Both you and sae weren't expecting it. Your jaw dropped.

I mean if your son is going to play football now..just imagine how much pain you will deal with both sae and him

Now don't get me wrong, you love how sae is willing to teach him

But you know the training isn't going be harsh

But what surprises you is that your son doesn't complain and just told you the way sae trains him is right

But you're honestly happy because you don't really see your son bonding with your husband alot since he's mostly overseas

But when sae does get back, the two end up practicing. You wonder how they managed to have so much energy.

"okay let's try to perfect your dribbling next"

"Sae Mon amour.. that's enough it's been 2 hours and half,"

"I'm sorry mi vida but it's not up to you..what do you think (s/n)?"

"let's just get this over with,"

Yep..most of the time your soul almost does end up getting out of your body...

Chigiri Hyoma

Chigiri having twins? One girl and one boy? And both of them ended up asking him to teach them to play football

Let's just say he was surprised

You weren't...it was you to blame since you showed them how their father plays on the field

But chigiri does end up teaching both of them

It's sweet how chigiri trains them,he's not really hard on the two, just a little bit hard but yeah

He mostly tells them to focus on their speed...

He does teach them dribbling as well as others but not that much, he doesn't want to give them pressure

He also shown them a few tricks just to entertain them at first but did end up teaching them

And when they do take a break or just end their session, the kids would whine but somehow he manage to convince them

"alright its getting late now so we'll end it here okay?"

"but we'll still train tommorow right?!"

"yeah we are right?!"

"well you're father is quite busy so if he does have the time he might?"

"oh not to worry darling, I'll be sure to find the time"

Reblogs are highly appreciated

Do not claim as your own

(my ask box is free to be spammed, request are excepted but might be shortly delayed as I have other works to finish)

[billthedrake]

This is another story I started yet didn't get very far with.

THE HARRIS MEN

I felt close to both of my brothers, and somehow that bond had grown as we each had our families. Marriage, kids, and, in the case of my youngest brother Tim, divorce.

Through my late 20s and early 30s, I felt guilty still fooling around with them. It wasn't often, but we'd see each other maybe twice a year, at the holidays and for a big Harris family gathering in the summer. Given the size of the extended family - spouses and 11 kids between us Harris brothers - it was hard to sneak in some bro-on-bro time. But we'd gotten pretty good at it.

My younger brother Tim was outright enthusiastic and had a number of gay experiences in college and med school. My older brother Max was a college football coach and seemed about as heterosexual as they come, only he was laid back when it came to sex and made it clear this was a Harris bond.

I was in between. Definitely bi but wanting to do right with my marriage and for the mother of my children. But eventually my brothers won me over - Tim's enthusiasm and Max's nonchalance - and I made peace with this one exception to my marriage vows.

"Fuck, bro, you feel nice," Max said as his naked body writhed on top of mine on the hotel bed. I'd flown out to see one of his home games and now my big bro was taking advantage of our one-on-one time for a nice slow session. I'd sucked him some in his coach khakis, which was hotter than I expected, before he stripped me and worshipped my boner. Lovingly, expertly. Somehow my mostly heterosexual big bro had learned some new tricks.

"You been getting some practice, bro?" I gasped as he finally pulled off, just as I was about to cum. My dick twitched excitedly as I still felt his breath on it.

"Long story, but yeah," he said with a smirk as he climbed up on top of me and met me with a hot kiss.

I made out with him. His own dick jerked and I wondered if he was as close as I was. But we enjoyed riding the edge, seeing how long we could make it last. We'd discovered that last time by accident. As much as I enjoyed fooling around with Tim, Max knew how to push my buttons. No other way to put it, he was an expert top. So skilled at making me feel good that even when he started fucking for his own pleasure, not mine, it was a turn on, too.

"Who you doing, bro?" I looked up into his gruff-handsome face. He was starting to get gray hairs, already at 44, and damnit it suited him. A lot. I imagined one of his players pinned beneath him in this very position. Or maybe some young guy on the team's training staff. "Come on, you can tell me."

He leaned up, looking down on me with an intense look. Brotherly love. Lust. Trust. "This stays between us... right?"

"Oh yeah," I said. I knew that even beyond Max's marriage, which he valued as much as I did mine, he had a job that made him vulnerable. "Promise."

He still seemed hesitant. "You remember how Tim always had the hots for Dad?"

None of us ever did anything with our father, at least not to my knowledge, but our younger brother had a daddy kink and was vocal about it. Besides, Dad was a strong, masculine man, a city cop who'd inspired me to go into law enforcement myself.

"Yeah," I said, not sure where this was going.

Max gave me a sly look. "Let's just say JR and John might be wired the same way. Maybe Steve, too, but nothing's happened there yet."

My eyes widened for sure. Max had a lot of kids. He'd always joked that his wife had made a good Catholic of him. Of seven children, six were boys, and that always made my older brother seem especially virile to me.

Max Jr and John were the oldest, currently playing college ball and doing their best to follow in their dad's footsteps, JR at the very program Max coached. The idea was incredible and admittedly a little hot. "Bro are you saying...?"

He nodded, a little vulnerability seeping into his horndog married-dad face. I could read the look of a man who felt he was in a little over his head. "I didn't initiate anything, but decided to just go with it a couple years ago, you know? Apparently my boys are all about this," he said, gesturing to his thick hairy middle-aged body.

"Can't blame them," I said, excitedly, running my hands along his furry muscle and imagining JR or... fuck... 18-year-old lineman John doing the same.

He looked at me nervously. "So you're not disgusted with me, bro?"

I shook my head. "No. I mean, are you disgusted that I find the idea kind of hot?"

He smirked. "Never knew what you thought when Tim went off on his Daddy talk."

"Well, you got to be the daddy most of the time," I joked. Tim loved getting fucked and while both Max and I got to do the honors, as we grew older, I increasingly enjoyed being penetrated as a change from straight sex. When Max and I had a chance to be together that's how it always went down. Older bro fucking younger bro.

"Still am," he winked, his hips running his hardon along my perineum.

"Fuck," I growled, finding myself getting very turned on. "Don't take this the wrong way, bro, but JR's one hot stud. John, too."

"You don't have to tell me," he said. His dick was angry twitching now. Pressing against the bottom of my balls with each thrust. "OK if I fuck you now?" His voice had a certain urgency to it.

"Oh yeah," I agreed, pulling apart my legs and giving him access to lube my hole.

Our sex wasn't loving. It was rushed, heated, primal. Max needed to get off. I needed to get fucked. I grunted as he bottomed out on entry but sucked it up. By the third thrust it felt good. Soon it felt great.

"Have you fucked them, bro?" I asked excitedly pulled on my hard dick, almost a carbon copy match for the Harris cock pumping in me.

He nodded. "I've been fucking JR for a little while now." If I thought it was an incredibly hot surprise to hear those words from my big brother's mouth, I could tell it was turning him the fuck on just to speak them. He thrust in firmly, wildly, and added, "I took John's cherry a couple of weeks ago." I watched as my butch coach of a big brother twisted his face in sudden orgasm and let out a deep-voiced cry. "Goddaman!"

Like that, I knew I was getting sauced and good. I imagined my big bro losing control like that in my football-jock nephew's virgin ass and that did it for me, too. Heavy jets of cum pumped out, and I felt like I nearly blacked out.

Max had a big shit-eating grin as we uncoupled and recovered from our orgasm. "And here I was nervous to tell ya, man," he smiled.

I stretched out my legs. I hadn't had a lot of dude-on-dude sex, but I was convinced Max was the best top out there, period. He always made feel alive, and deeply satisfied. "You tell Tim yet?"

He shook his head. "Not yet. I guess I haven't had the one-on-one time since he's started seeing Scott."

Our little bro's divorce was messy, but it was clear he was gay more than bi. I was happy to see him able to be himself more, even if I knew he had a hard time renegotiating his life. Divorced, with a son who he saw only every other weekend, and now dating an older man.

We made out for a while, and talked some more. Then made out again. I almost thought Max would go for seconds. He sometimes did. But as he looked as he watch he got a wistful look on his face. "All right big guy, I'm afraid I gotta get home."

I nodded. I could use the rest. Last time I'd gone home with just a few hours sleep and was like a hungover wreck. My wife didn't say anything, but I could tell she wasn't happy.

I watched him get dressed. As he tucked back into his khakis he winked at me. "Thanks for coming out, bro. Seriously, it means the world to me. The kids, too."

I felt bad. Now I was Uncle Dave, not hot brother-lover Dave. "Holidays aren't far away," I said. "Maybe we can pick somewhere fucking warm this year." Max laughed. We'd met Tim in New York last year and had to deal with an arctic blast the whole week.

Max gathered up his phone and wallet and gave me one last look, appraising my naked and well-fucked body. I loved the way he looked at me. It was like we were teenagers in his room at home, fooling around after one of his games.

"You're looking great, by the way," he said. And like that he opened the hotel room door and left.

2

Max's confession had me thinking. About my nephews, of course. JR and John Harris were both typical jocks. Good kids, but a little single-focused on being athletes and impressing their dad. I'd like to say that my brother would have been proud of them whatever they did, but who am I kidding? Max wanted his boys to be incredible football players and have that pro career that was out of his grasp. Or, barring that, his boys would become the best goddamn football coaches in the country. A real Harris dynasty.

That's how Max was, with high expectations for my nephews. Even 13-year-old Daniel was hitting the weights and drinking protein gainer shakes. And the only thing keeping freshman Grayson back from varsity was the fact that his older brother Steve was clearly the star quarterback and team captain. Gray was eating up being the star of the JV team but itched to prove himself like his older brothers.

It was wild that Max was having sex with his two eldest. Mindblowingly hot. He'd always talked about the Harris tradition when it was him and me and Tim having our bro-bonding time. But this was a whole new level.

The problem was, it had me thinking about my own eldest. Matt was growing and growing fast. He'd had his growth spurt a late, a year ago, but was making up for lost time, gaining both height and an athletic frame quickly. My wife and I sent the kids to private school, and Matt took to lacrosse from middle school on. He had my height and the those Harris genes. Now a senior, he was spending time lifting and packing on some muscle on his fit teenage frame.

I'd inherited my dad's looks and my mom's blonde hair. For Matt, it was the opposite. He was blond, just a shade dirtier than my own paler hair, but he had a lot of facial features from his mother's side. Still definitely my kid, still a Harris, but somehow more beautiful. Ruddy cheeks, perfectly proportioned nose, great smile.

Even as I watched him now on the lacrosse practice field I had to remark how incredibly attractive my son was. My Matt. Somehow angelic and typical jocky masculine at the same time.

I had an earlier shift than Kate so I picked up the kids from school. My daughter Kelly and my youngest son Logan were in elementary school and got out earlier. I dropped them at home and an hour went to pick up Matt. He had his license now, but my wife's car was in the shop and we were short a vehicle. So Kate took Matt's car and played chauffeur. Still I let Matt drive home, he always seemed to like when I let him take the wheel.

"Hey Dad," he greeted as he walked up to the SUV in his lacrosse shorts and a fresh T-shirt. His hair was still wet from the post-practice shower. He was a weeks past his eighteenth birthday but already he seemed older, like a college kid. Even his distinctive teen-deep voice was getting more of a tenor quality.

"Hiya buddy," I greeted, leaning against the driver's side. "Good practice? Looks like you were killing it out there," I winked. Matt was an attacker and had the right amount of aggression and strategy on the field. He was eyeing college programs and was pretty sure to get some good scholarship offers.

Matt gave a proud grin. "Yeah, pretty good. Am I driving today?"

I smiled and tossed him the keys, walking around to the passenger side.

My son was becoming a better driver, more confident but also careful. It was like he was anticipating my lecturing comments.

Something seemed on his mind, but I chalked it up to being a moody teenager. But as we pulled up to a red light, Matt looked over at me. "Can I talk to you about something, Dad?"

"Of course," I said automatically. At that age, you never know what issues are going to arise but you have to be prepared for anything, big or small. It was part of being a parent.

"It's kind of about sex," my son added.

"You know my policy," I said. I'd always told Matt I had an open-door policy and that he could come to me with any questions about sex or dating or anything really. It was a conversation I'd have to have in a few years with Logan.

He gave me a quick smile and looked back in time to see the light turn green. He started driving again, eyes on the road, but continued his conversation.

"I think I'm bisexual," he stated plainly. I could see he was nervous telling me. I was proud he'd had the guts to be honest.

"You know that makes no difference to me, or your mother," I said, repeating part of the birds and the bees talk about sexual orientation. I looked over at him. God he was such an attractive young man, and now he had two genders that would be after him. "You're being careful, like we talked about?"

Matt nodded, letting me know my lectures were understood. "Actually, I haven't done anything. But I want to, Dad. Real bad." His voice had a real vulnerability to it that melted my heart. I remember being Matt's age and feeling those hormones and wanting sex so bad and not being able to do a damn thing about it. It's probably why Max and I started fooling around to be honest.

"Anything you want to talk about?" I asked. I never pried in my son's life but he seemed like he needed to talk.

Matt nodded, his face reddening. "I think a lot about guys. Sometimes it's all I think about. I feel messed up."

"You're not messed up, buddy," I assured him. It pained me to see my son wrestling with this. "Can I share something? This does not go back to your mother, but I have some experiences with men."

That shocked Matt for sure, and he had to check himself before taking his eyes off the road. Fortunately we came to another stoplight. "For real Dad?" he asked excitedly. I knew then I'd made the right decision in telling him.

I nodded. "Again, this stays between us."

Matt looked at me with an open, sincere expression and nodded. "Any chance we can go some place and talk?"

I knew we shouldn't take too long getting home. But I nodded. "Make a right up there."

Matt pulled into a parking lot in front of a deserted closed strip mall, one that was slated to be redeveloped. It was the parking lot where I first gave him his driving lessons.

"Park right there," I instructed. He pulled in and put the SUV in park, then turned off the engine.

"Having a hard time?" I asked, undoing my seat belt to face him.

He nodded. "You ever want somebody so bad and feel you can't do anything about it?" he asked.

"Look Matt," I started. "It's been a long time since I was in your shoes, but I know some of what you're feeling." I paused. "Is it one of your teammates?"

He grinned and shook his head. "No, they're attractive, I guess, but you know my buddy Kyle?"

I nodded. Kyle was his best friend since 5th grade and a baseball jock at the public school.

"Well," Matt said, unsure if he should say it. "I have the hots for Kyle's dad."

I was not expecting that. "Oh," I said. "Matt, buddy...."

"I know Dad," Matt objected. "I know that stuff's forbidden and in any case I'm pretty sure Mr. Carter wouldn't be interested. I mean he's older and smoking hot, and I'm just an awkward teenager."

I breathed out a sigh. How to broach this? I knew I was walking a fine line but I also felt I had to reassure Matt while also cautioning him.

"You go for older men?" I asked in as reassuring of a Dad voice as I could muster.

Matt nodded, blushing. "Yeah, fraid so Dad. Sometimes I think about one of the teachers or Coach Patterson... sometimes it's... other guys."

"You know any of those men could get in trouble with a young man your age."

Matt nodded, sheepishly. "I know, Dad. And I don't want that, but fuck..." he paused as he realized he'd cursed but continued. "Do I gotta wait till college to have sex?"

"Buddy, I don't know what to tell you," I said. "I guess there's my official answer and my unofficial answer."

"I already know your official answer," he laughed, and I laughed too.

"Unofficially?" he finally asked, his blue eyes peering into mine with a kind of challenge. For a second I thought my son was hitting on me and the idea went straight to my dick. I guess with the sex talk I was low-key primed for it, but now I felt a boner stiffen in my suit trousers.

"Unofficially," I replied, not taking my eyes off his. "Just be very careful son. You're a very... attractive young man... and some older men might take advantage of your age."

Matt smiled. "Thanks, Dad."

"For what?" I asked, an involuntary smile matching his. Our eye contact was still heavy. I was sure it was just Matt enjoying the freedom to talk openly. But in the back of my mind it was something more.

"For not lecturing me. For understanding what it's like."

I shrugged. "I remember how it felt to be a horny high schooler" I answered.

Matt nodded thoughtfully. "Does that go away?" he laughed nervously.

"The horny part?" I said. "No."

Matt chuckled. "Fuck!" Then "Sorry, Dad."

"It's OK. We're talking man to man here."

Those blue eyes were looking deeply into me once again. "In that case... you still get horny, Dad?"

Oh fuck, I wanted to be strong. I wanted to know how to steer this ship from crashing on the rocks. Instead, I felt rock hard. "I do, son."

It was like my son was the one reading my emotions now, reassuring me. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna tell Mom anything. I'm not going to tell any one."

Then casually he leaned back in the driver's seat and I could see it. A nice piece of teen erection pushing up his lacrosse shorts. "If you um," he said, getting up the courage. "you know... want me to take care of you, I'll do it, Dad."

I nodded. This was going to happen. I was going to let it happen. I reached down and undid my belt. My cock ached and begged to be free. "Only if you let me return the favor," I said. Those were the hardest words I'd ever said in my life, and somehow also the easiest.

"Oh yes," he said. He undid his seat belt, clearly excited. I had to be out of my mind but I wanted this. Wanted my Matt. I'd barely pulled out my cock from my trousers when Matt leaned over and started taking me into his mouth.

"Easy buddy," I urged him. His technique was impatient, and I had to instruct him in how to give head. He was a quick study and pretty quickly was bobbing up and down on my stiff prick.

"God yes," I grunted, doing my best to keep from cumming immediately - and to keep an eye out in the parking lot. I was a detective for the state police and the last thing I needed was for someone to discover me with my own son sucking me off.

The idea had me shooting, hard. I came in heavy pulses right into Matt's hungry throat.

"Sorry I didn't warn you, buddy," I said as my son rose off, face reddened. "Kind of lost control."

"'s OK Dad," he said with a half-dreamy expression, the thickness of my cum still evident in his voice. "I liked it." He leaned back up in the driver's seat and pushed his shorts and underwear down. God, my son had a dick on him. Like he inherited the Harris cock and a little more. And it looked even bigger with nutsac mostly smooth, a contrast to the blond pubes that had already filled out. "You gonna suck me?" he asked, horny beyond belief.

I nodded and started to lean over. "Just keep a lookout to make sure no one's around. Hear?"

"Yessir," Matt hissed and then I started licking him. "Oh fuck that's nice."

I wetted his cock, my son's cock, and then took him into my mouth. Nothing could have told me how crazy and exciting it would be to feel my own son's dick pushing along my tongue and to the back of my mouth. Even if I just shot, my dick was hard and I was almost hyperventilating I was so excited.

I knew my way around a dick and wanted to give Matt an amazing BJ his first time out. At his age, it shouldn't have surprised me that it took no more than a dozen mouth strokes to feel that teen tool stiffen and pulse in my mouth before firing a heavy wad of jock seed. I even choked a little bit on it. This was bigger than one of Max's heavy loads, even. Matt was really worked up.

The smile he had on his face made it all worth it. "That was amazing, Dad," he sighed.

I tucked my spent but still mostly firm dick back into my trousers. "We should be getting home," I said. Maybe too bluntly. I was clearly feeling a major pang of guilt.

Matt pulled up his shorts and refastened his seat belt. Checking the mirror, he started the car and put it in drive.

It was wild to see my jock son casually spreading his legs in the driver's seat and with a major look of contentment on his face. "That was a million times better than I dreamed," he said.

"Sex gets better," I told him.

His eyes lit up. "For real? I can't imagine."

"Well, you won't have the sheer anticipation of the first time, or that intense emotional impact," I said, blushing to think I'd been Matty's first. "But the sex itself gets a lot better."

"I can't wait," Matt grinned.

"Listen, Matt," I objected. "I don't think we can...."

"It's just between us, Dad," he assured me. "Look, I'm not gonna hound you or anything. But that was the most amazing thing ever. I'm glad you were the one to show that to me."

"Well, we'll see," I said, and I could see Matt's lip curl up into a smirk. At base he was a cocky jock, just like his teammates. Only instead of head from a cheerleader, it was from his father.

It was the look of a young man fairly confident he was going to be getting his way.

[kozumesphone]

ok so this is about a football game (tw bad injury no blood tho)

this cute boy (idrk him so i dont potential like this boy btw)

but ik he's sweet and stuff but thats besides the point

so hes one of my dad's players and im at the game.

everythings going fine yk the play is playing and shit until everyone js stops

and im lowkey autistic so it took me a rlly long time to realize people stopped and something wrong happened /not j

well once i end up getting a better look both team players are in a group and yelling for the coaches, and like waving their hands

when the group cleared up i see this boy on the floor (i didn't see how his foot was until i got to watch that specific play after it uploaded)

but at first i thought someone collasped, then i heard he broke his back then i heard he disloacted somewhere on his foot

so at this point ik which one is on the floor after i immediately looked and seen it was not k or my half/step bro but it was that boy

i seen the site medic and my brothers wife(a nurse) run to the field

i was like holy shit and people are yelling to call an ambulance after they put him on the cart

it was so quiet after he got to the ambulance and the commenatator stopped commentating but the game continued silently

i felt rlly bad bc the boys parents werent there and only his sister was (his parents are rlly old and work so they couldnt make it)

but they gave my dad consent to go sign his papers and stuff at the hospital and stuff

that was the same player who got my dad a birthday cake and he happened to be little brother's favorite player :((

we thought his ankle was shattered but luckily only broken so no surgery was needed

but he broke my heart :(

the first thing he asked was how long he was gona be out for and he asked my dad if they made it to the playoffs would he be okay then

my dad said no but he let him become the assistant coach instead

i seen the play he got hurt in,

so he was trying to take someone down but ended up falling the wrong way on his ankle, but it broke because the person he was trying to take down fell on top of him :(

he was supposed to ru the ball after that play too(be the one to try and score with the ball)

but still :((

i think im gonna see him tmrw bc hes getting dropped off to my house to go to football with my dad

bro wtfff 😭 i'm acc gonna cry even tho I don't know this kid 😭

I hope rehab goes well enough for him to somehow come back to football because sports injuries that disrupt careers are the bane of my existence

that's literally exactly how I had to stop my own sport that I was in since I was a kid and it's heartbreaking as fuck

if I lived near you guys, i'd give that boy a hug forever and never let go and tell him it's going to get at least a little better 😭🖤

[aus-wnt]

https://www.codesports.com.au/football/matildas/matildas-star-caitlin-foord-and-newcastle-knights-recruit-jackson-hastings-share-enduring-bond-after-brady-bunch-meeting/news-story/154e1fc632552b2289813e227db527fc

Could you please send this

Matildas star Caitlin Foord and Newcastle Knights recruit Jackson Hastings share enduring bond after “Brady Bunch” meeting

Jackson Hastings isn’t afraid to admit it. Caitlin Foord, a central member of the Matildas’ golden generation, is not to be messed with.

“We used to always go play beach footy one-on-one and Caitlin was always faster than me,” Hastings recalls. “More talented, too. She was as tough as anything.”

Foord and Hastings grew up together in Warilla, a working class beachside hamlet 90 minutes south of Sydney. Both showed immense talent early: Foord with a football, Hastings with a footy. Occasionally, the two would cross over.

“When we used to play footy together I used to beat him pretty easily,” Foord says. “I remind him of that pretty frequently. You can follow that up with him but he’s lying if he says otherwise.” No arguments from Hastings.

“She used to make me cry a few times,” he responds. “I’m surprised she didn’t chuck that in there!”

Hastings and Foord have been friends for over 20 years thanks to a short-term Brady Bunch situation.

Jackson’s dad Kevin dated Caitlin’s mum Simone for a while. While Kevin and Simone ultimately went their separate ways, Jackson and Caitlin, plus Foord’s older sister Jamie, stayed close, hanging out at school and in their spare time together.

“Jamie and Caitlin were like the two older sisters I never had,” Hastings says. “The friendship is a lot deeper than going to school together, which I’m really grateful for.

“If [Caitlin] wanted to play rugby league and didn’t go down the path of playing football, and NRLW had come around sooner, no doubt in my mind she would have brained it. She’s tough, fast, skilful, athletic and mentally strong, too.”

Those traits have not been wasted. Foord has blazed a path from Warilla to Wembley.

When Foord was eight, longtime junior coach Mick Southwell invited the youngster along to a training program with other talented girls.

“Everything I’d heard about her, playing against boys, running rings around them, very athletic and mobile, was there,” Southwell recalls.

“And when she got out there with us, she just wanted to learn. That’s what stood out. Light on her feet, prepared to try things and run at players. Knock the ball past them and run.

“Rugby League would have helped develop that.” Football benefited.

A mere eight years after Southwell first saw her, Foord, just 16, skipped school for a month to play in the 2011 World Cup. She was named the best young player at the tournament.

Foord remains the only Australian player, male or female, to win a major award at a FIFA World Cup.

Hastings still marvels at Foord’s commitment to her craft in her formative years: a two-hour drive up the highway to Sydney every afternoon for elite training, followed by a drive home late at night. Bus to school. Repeat.

Foord credits the influence of Hastings, then a rising star in the rugby league ranks, for helping to hone her steely resolve.

“I think being able to work towards the same goals made us super focused,” Foord says. “And wanting to succeed meant we were determined in the same way.”

Hastings is like a proud little brother.

“I’ve seen her play for Warilla, Shellharbour, local teams,” Hastings says.

“Now she’s a superstar. “It’s incredible to see how far she’s gone in the sport.”

Foord has further to go. She has returned to Australia for this week’s Cup of Nations games against Czech Republic, Spain and Jamaica in dynamic form. A much-needed break last June has done wonders after an 18 month period which left Foord, and a number of other first-choice Matildas, on the verge of burning out.

Covid-19 wiped away most fixtures in 2020 but, after international football resumed in April the following year, the Matildas played 22 games, including the Olympics and Asian Cup.

In addition to increasing club commitments, like Foord has at Arsenal, the top players were fried and were granted leave for games last June against Spain and Portugal.

In the short-term, the move backfired. The Matildas were battered 7-1 by Spain and manager Tony Gustavsson’s future was once again called into question.

The decision, though, could prove to be a long-term masterstroke. Foord, in particular, has hit peak form for Arsenal and scored five goals in three games for the Matildas late last year.

“I think my goal scoring is a confidence thing,” Foord says. “I’m a confidence player. When I feel good, that reflects well on the field.” More importantly, the fearless and free version of Foord, first noticed as an eight-year-old in Wollongong, is back, terrorising defenders with her customary direct running.

Foord started this season outside Arsenal’s first XI, but forced her way in. And with key injuries to Gunners stars Beth Mead and Vivianne Miedema, she has stepped up with seven goals, plus involvement in countless others, in all competitions.

“I’ve always wanted to carry over to the national team what I can do at club,” Foord says. “That’s been my focus, when I come in, to be able to bring the same standard and level to each game and it will be the same this year as well.“

Hastings, now with the Newcastle Knights, will get to witness this first hand next week when the Matildas play Jamaica at his home-ground, McDonald Jones Stadium.

It will provide further confirmation of what he knew 20 years ago. “It’s awesome to see what she’s done for the women’s game,” Hastings says, before adding something more valuable about their relationship. “And she knows if I ever needed anything, I’d be there. And I know that would be vice versa.”

[willowwitchreputation]

I know many of you (not all) do not even think about football and feel things about this situation. I see a lot of snap judgements happening. As a gal from the Philly Burbs, who is a fan of the Eagles and Philly culture and also considers Kansas City my second favorite team (because Trav and Mahomes, and Andy Reid is a former Eagles coach). Let me tell you some random facts about the Kelce Family (from OH). Even if Trav and Taylor don’t become a thing, just wanted mention some things because I know most of you aren’t super familiar.

-Both Jason and Trav credit their mother, Donna, for their athleticism.

-Jason played saxophone, played hockey, and football in school.

-Travis played football, basketball, and hockey

-Travis is very much into fashion and shoes. He said his closet has like 20 foot ceilings.

- Ed Kelce worked in the steel industry/sales and Donna in Banking. Both parents are/were SUPER supportive and said it would have been that way even if they wanted to do arts, music, etc. Their dad built like a mini arena in their basement or something like that (see their podcast episode from before the Super Bowl with their parents).

-Ed and Donna got divorced when the boys around college aged. But they maintain a friendship and support for each other and their boys.

-Jason is married to Kylie, they have three daughters. A documentary literally just aired last week about them on Amazon Prime.

-Jason is BELOVED in Philly (no small feat considering it’s a tough crowd). Let’s put it this way, if Travis is attending his brother’s game in Philly, he has to be completely decked out in Eagles gear or else he would not be received well (putting it lightly). That being said he’s like an honorary Eagle, he is also beloved by most Eagles fans/players.

-Ed Kelce worked with a government program to listen to space for Aliens on their home computer.

-Trav loves dancing and always has.

-The last Super Bowl, where the brothers played each other, Donna wore her split jersey to rep both boys.

-Trav is obsessed with his nieces. He lights up in every video I’ve seen with the kiddos. It’s very cute. He has said he wants a family.

-Jason is known for downing insanely large mugs of beer and he signs babies, Travis does not sign babies.

Travis is a Libra sun with Sagittarius moon (no rising because I don’t know times), Mercury in Virgo, Venus in Scorpio, Mars in Libra. (Oct 5, 1989).

Jason is a Scorpio sun, Taurus moon, Mercury in Libra, Venus in Sagittarius, Mars in Libra (Nov 5, 1987)

-Jason is close to retiring, Trav said he’s going till the wheels fall off.

- Both have won Super Bowls.

- Both are heavily involved in charitable work. I think Travis’s annual fundraising event is this weekend. A car show, he used to do fashion shows.

I could keep going but I recommend their Podcast (New Heights Podcast) YouTube videos that have Kylie Kelce (recently) and the other one that has the parents (early 2023 or late 2022) to start.

[rhela-xiv]

Actually yeah I am gonna reblog this just so I can tell yall about my dad.

I love my mom so much. We have a lot in common.

But my dad is one of my absolute favorite people and I mean that with all my heart.

Father’s Day was always difficult growing up, because every card is for a dad who’s into cars, or beer, or fishing, or football. My dad is a recovering alcoholic. He got into fishing for a little while, and grilling. He cheered for his dad’s football team and coached my brother’s little league games. He had a motorcycle when I was little.

But my father is, and always has been, a gigantic fucking nerd. And a theater kid. And a writer.

He read comics and played D&D with his friends back when you still got your lunch money stolen for that kind of thing. He was in high school theater with the most luxurious and perfectly styled head of hair you could possibly imagine. He did Rocky Horror Picture Show in LA. He saw the original Star Wars in the theater multiple times, and because he was working at a toy store at the time we still have original, in box, Kenner action figures. I distinctly remember him playing video games when I was little (he had both a Dreamcast and a Genesis). When it was time for bedtime stories, he read to my brother and I. Or rather, he performed for us. All the voices, the sound effects, accents, emotions. Chapter books, every night, without fail.

There was no such thing as too many books, for my dad. Even when my brother and I switched to manga and comics, because those were books, too, with stories just as worthy of being read and discussed. He didn’t shy away from other media, either. Every weekend, for years, we would go to the video stores down the street and rent movies we had never seen before.

My brother went through a samurai phase, and we watched almost every single Kurosawa film. We discovered Cowboy Bebop one weekend, and my dad called half the video stores in town until he found one that had the whole series. We watched cartoons together, from Powepuff Girls and Dexter’s Lab, all the way to Toonami and the Midnight Run. Nothing was “off limits”. We watched The Marx Brothers, and Mel Brooks movies, and South Park, and Team America. He supported my first foray into a fandom space by renting me every single Vin Diesel movie we could find. Multiple times.

My dad introduced me to theatre. We didn’t get many tours where I grew up, so he found film adaptations, or filmed performances. A Chorus Line, Jesus Christ Superstar, Cabaret, Chicago, Sweeney Todd. He took me to see Rent on stage when I was in high school. He has lyrics from Wicked tattooed on his chest. We’ve gone to more live shows together than I can count.

It wasn’t always great. He and my mom separated, and things were bad. And then the divorce finalized and things were really bad. We fought. Constantly. Over everything. I got in trouble. A lot. But my dad was always there. Even when we fought about my (shitty) high school boyfriend and I told him I wanted to stay with my mom for a while. He dropped me off at her house and told me he loved me. I came back a few days later, and he never held it against me.

When I moved out for college, our relationship got better. Distance helped. It’s really hard having two people in the same house struggling with unmedicated depression and anxiety.

When my brother went to college, my dad suddenly had a lot of free time on his hands and he rediscovered his love of video games.

I don’t know what started it. He found Second Life first, but there wasn’t enough space there for him to really create, so he found another virtual space. He built houses. Towns. He built an entire, functioning, virtual film museum. He made friends in virtual spaces, including one very lovely woman who convinced him to give World of Warcraft a try. And he found his people.

These days, we talk every weekend. Sometimes more. We send each other stupid memes (he sends puns and, of course, dad jokes). I played a bit of WoW with him, and he came over to XIV for a while. Ultimately we both returned to our own games, but we can relate to the common MMO experiences. He writes and records a weekly podcast with his now-girlfriend, and he still does all the voices. We info dump about our OCs, and share our stories with each other.

I’m not what you’d call a “daddy’s girl”, but I fucking love my dad. He’s one of the coolest people I know, and I wouldn’t trade him for the world.

Actually I'm curious. The notes will probably be rancid but whatever. Like personally I love my mum but I am my father's son all the way. Like I WILL play favourites and my favourite is my dad. And I'm wondering what the ratio of mother's children to father's children is on this site. I have my suspicions because this is the 'I hate my dad' website, but let's do "science".

[dankusner]

Charlie Colella RODEO 2005

RIDE 'EM, COWBOY:

11.04.05

On his ranch in Pilot Point, Texas, Charlie Colella wrangles his quarter horses, Bailey, left, and Jet.

By Daniel Kusner

Good little Catholic boys from Polish-Italian households in Calumet City, are expected to play football and baseball.

And that’s what Charlie Colella did.

“But I never was any good,” he says. “My brother was the athlete in the family. And growing up, my dad was a coach, referee and umpire.”

Calumet City, a gritty south suburb of Chicago, is the town where the fabled St. Helen of the Blessed Shroud Orphanage is located — where The Blues Brothers got their orders to go on a “mission from God.”

“When I was 16, I looked around and I thought, ‘What’s my life going to be like when I’m in my 40s?”’ he remembers. “I couldn’t wait to get out of there.”

A change of scenery was definitely in order.

After a year of community college, Colella landed a job in Houston as a computer technician for Shell Oil.

He eventually migrated to Los Angeles to work for Xerox, “where I was a typical gay boy in the city. But something was missing in life. I just couldn’t find if” he says.

Through a new group of buddies, he attended his first gay rodeo in 1991.

And at that rodeo — without even practicing beforehand — Colella competed in a steer riding event.

“I just showed up. They told me what to do and how to do it. So I did,” he says. “It was the biggest adrenaline rush of my life. And whatever I was looking for, I knew right then and there that I found it.”

From steers, Colella hopped onto bulls.

But in 1992, a pelvis-crushing accident ended his days riding rough stock.

He never gave up on rodeo, however.

Now Colella’s strictly a horseman.

Two years ago, he moved back to the Lone Star State — bringing three quarter horses with him — and bought a three-acre ranch in Pilot Point, Texas, in northeast Denton County.

Pilot Point is apparently the heart of North Texas horse country, and Colella’s ranch is an idyllic portrait of the modem Wild West.

As I walk up to his fence, Colella’s excited 2-year-old filly, Jet, runs over to sniff me down.

“Put your mouth right up to her nostrils and exhale,” Colella says.

“Then she’ll be familiar with your scent.”

After trading breaths with Jet, she dashes off to the bam and bucks about, kicking sandy, soil high into the air.

The gay rodeo circuit keeps Colella busy.

Over the past year, he competed in eight out-of- town rodeos — traveling with his 10-year-old mare, Bailey, to Chicago, Oklahoma City, Kansas City, Little Rock, Wichita and other cities.

Next weekend, he doesn’t have to travel too far.

That’s when the 19th annual International Gay Rodeo Finals comes to Dallas.

The top 20 cowboys and cowgirls for each rodeo event have to qualify to be invited to finals.

During the two-day IGRA rodeo, Colella will compete in five events: pole bending, flag race, team roping, break away roping and calf roping on foot.

Colella is considered one of the stars of the Texas Gay Rodeo Association.

But he doesn’t measures his success in trophies (although he has nine sparkling belt buckles in his living room).

“I’m a city boy who’s now training my own horses,” he says. “I learned on my mare, and I’m the one riding her. That’s pretty' cool.”

A while back, his family came to see him compete at a gay rodeo in Las Vegas.

As he was getting ready for break away calf roping, a ladybug landed on his rope, a sign of good luck.

He caught the calf in five seconds.

“And right where I caught the calf was where my dad was sitting,” Colella remembers. “He was very impressed.”

[nbartletteportfolio]

Entry 1: About Me

Through High School I had a major interest in media, content creation and sport, so what better to do than study something that combines my favourite hobbies and passions. I played basketball throughout my whole junior life and ended up coaching an U16s team to a winning season and won the flag. My whole family played basketball at one point. My dad, who is a great role model for me, played in his youth until he finished high school and went on to become an electrical tech for Melbourne Water. My mum played as I was playing my last season with some friends for exercise during the week. My brother and sister both played in their youth with my brother playing rep for two seasons when he was 16 but gave it up when he finished high school. My brother and I played midweek basketball with some friends for fun and not only enjoyed on the court but away from it, where I captained the team and taught some of the guys the rules and how to play. 

Much like 90% of others in Australia, sport was big in my family; it holds a grip on Australian culture, especially football and motorsport (Australian Government Department of Health & Aged Care, 2023). During senior high school I became more interested behind the camera in content creation and video production around sport. I learned how to use basic Photoshop and Premiere Pro to edit digital content and highlight videos. I knew I wanted to study this and after taking a year away from school and focusing on myself, I came to Holmesglen to study my dream course. 

During my studies I have worked a multitude of jobs that have given me a host of skills and experience, which I have utilised in my studies. Since I was 14 I have worked in customer service and gained a high level of communication skills and have developed this more and more to be able to liaise with people of all communities. I’ve also had my hand in using my content creation and digital marketing skills in the real world by working at Ringwood Hawks Basketball Association, GameFace, Basketball Victoria, News Corp Australia & The Basketball Show Australia. After working in different fields and at different levels I have discovered that Digital Marketing and Content Creation is the field I want to take my skills to as it is not only something I enjoy, but also something I can see a successful future in. 

Through my work I have also gained skills and knowledge in video production, camera operation and broadcast production. I learnt this in my work at Basketball Victoria setting up their cameras and AV production for their Game of the Week broadcasts with a set of four cameras and two commentators, relaying information back and forth between the studio producers, the CEO and the commentators; while also operating the main camera and leading the volunteer camera operator in their work. 

I’m hoping to improve my punctuation and develop my time management skills around tasks and prioritising them. I want to prove myself to my teachers and to the internships that I am a great point of difference and someone they can rely on. The internship I would like to go into isn’t based on the sport, but based on the outcome and the work that I am given. Obviously basketball is big to me but if there is no opportunity for a career there, then I shall look for something else. When it comes to my study so far, I have had a major battle with mental health, which has gotten in the way of my studies and assignments but I am hoping to work on this so I can improve this year of study. It’s now or never!

Australian Government, (2023). About sport in Australia. Department of Health & Aged Care. https://www.health.gov.au/topics/sport/about-sport-in-australia

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Road Game Reveals New Meaning of Christmas to Nailers' Army

It has happened so infrequently, it’s pretty fair to say it never takes place at all. But Derek Army, for one of the first times in his entire life, wanted nothing to do with going to the rink. The Nailers head coach wanted to ride out the arctic blast at home in Elm Grove with his wife, Jenn, and their two kids, two-year-old Boone, and infant Adelina, instead of traveling to Toledo for a Christmas Eve-Eve matchup against the Walleye. Now, everything worked out very well. The team departed Wesbanco Arena on Thursday afternoon instead of early Friday because of the wintry weather predicted for northwest Ohio, stayed in a hotel close to the Huntington Center, and defeated Toledo 5-4 in overtime last night. The Nailers then stayed a second night and returned to Wheeling this afternoon around 1 p.m. with a 12-13-1 record and tied for fourth in the ECHL’s Central Division. “Hey, I know what I signed up for, but it’s still hard sometimes. It’s really hard now since Jenn and I just welcomed our daughter before the season started because we’ve been doing what most families do around here,” Army explained. “We’ve taken the kids through Oglebay’s Festival of Lights, we’ve watched The Grinch, and we’ve been decorating. Plus, my son (Boone) is really starting to understand what Christmas is all. The Army family (Jenn with daughter Adelina, and Derek with 2-year-old Boone) recently visited Santa at The Highlands. “When I’m at home during the season, we definitely make the most of it, and Boone has been playing a lot of hockey just like my Dad had me doing when I was my son’s age (2), so it’s always a lot of fun,” he said. “But leaving for Toledo this time was tough because it’s Christmas, but also because of the weather and not knowing what to expect. The very last thing I want is to be stranded in Toledo, trust me.” The homecoming, however, was well worth the hassle. “I was very excited to get home because my parents and my brother are flying in and my Dad and my brother haven’t met Addie yet so it’s going to be a very special time,” Army said. “I’m really looking forward to that, and then on top of my family coming in, I just can’t wait to watch Boone on Christmas morning. The whole ‘Santa-magic’ part of Christmas is something we’re having a lot of fun with because our son is really into it and that’s so fun to watch. “I can’t wait to see him react to everything under the tree, reading ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas, and putting out the cookies for Santa,” he said. “As parents, we can’t wait to sit there and watch it all take place and enjoy it as a mother and as a father. Leaving was very difficult, but my family knows there are times when I have to leave town to go to work. They also know when I get home, we’re going to have a lot of fun.” Army has brought his now-2-year-old son Boone to Wesbanco Arena on more than a few occasions. ‘Twas the Night After Whipping Walleye Good news: Everything Boone asked Santa for was sports related. Bad news: His Christmas wishes included hockey sticks and baseball bats. “Well, the little guy figured out those things are for hitting,” Army said while chuckling. “I don’t think Jenn enjoys it, though, so ...” So, the Misses drew the line, now didn’t she? “OK, so technically, Boone told Santa he wanted toys,” the head coach divulged. “But see, once I dove into his answer with him, he told me he wants any kind of sports balls, he wants hockey sticks, and baseball bats. Those are the three things he said, I swear.” Army was a player for Wheeling before becoming an assistant coach, but now he's been named the Nailers' head coach. So, no baseball bats or hockey sticks for the boy? “Well, I mean, we did get him some hockey stuff for sure, and he is getting baseballs, footballs, soccer balls, and basketballs, too. And yes, I did get him some hockey pucks,” Armey admitted. “He does have a couple of baseball bats already, and trust me, he’s hitting with them. So, we’ll wait on giving him more baseball bats for just a bit longer.”   Nailer fans likely will see Boone during the new year on the ice at Wesbanco Arena because the 2-year-old has taken to the ice and to the game just like every other Army kid has in the past. “If I had it my way, he’d be playing already,” Army joked. “Boone is definitely going to be a hockey player because that’s the family way, but he’ll play whatever he wants to play, too. One thing we already know, though, is that he loves to be at the rink and around the players. They’re great with him when I bring him to work, and the smile doesn’t leave his face the whole time. “But when he doesn’t come to the rink, I know when I get home he’s going to have that smile ear-to-ear as soon as he sees me come through the door,” he added. “Plus, my daughter, Addie, might just be looking up at me smiling right now because she’s only a couple of months old, but she knows I’m her dad and that I love her with all my heart. So, yeah, leaving for the game Thursday wasn’t something I liked a lot, but thankfully we got the win and we’re all home safe for a visit from Santa Claus.” Read the full article

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Champions at last: Riverview, N.B. high school football team finally wins big game

Fifty-four years is a long time to wait for a championship, but the wait is no more for the Riverview High Royals.

Riverview defeated the defending New Brunswick Interscholastic Athletic Association's 12-man AAA champion Saint John Greyhounds in a 23-22 thriller in Moncton on Friday.

The Royals' football program launched in 1969. Despite having many powerhouse teams over the years, RHS had lost all eight championship appearances.

Riverview got out to a 16-0 first-half lead, but the previously unbeaten Saint John squad stormed back in the fourth quarter to make it 22-16.

A late touchdown sealed the deal and ended the decades-long misery.

Head coach Kevin Jones called the game an emotional roller coaster. His players bought into what they were trying to accomplish and that's why they won, he said Monday.

"I get emotional talking about them,” said Jones. “They bought into the message, what we needed to do to kind of change the trajectory, to change that 0-8 record in the finals," said Jones.

The victory at least partially erases the pain from the past defeats, something the current players were well aware of.

"A lot of us have brothers that have played on the team before," said linebacker Blake Grossman. "We've been in the stands for multiple championships. I know myself, my brother has been in the championship game twice and he lost both times."

Defensive lineman Kaden Boomer couldn't get the losing streak out of his mind.

"That was our ninth time and we still hadn't won it,” said Boomer. “That was the main factor for me to keep me going through the third and fourth quarter, to keep my energy up. I just had to remember all those games our team lost.”

The bad-luck streak and the sour taste of defeat are over, and the upset victory is something the players will never forget.

Receiver Ethan Hansen, who caught two huge passes on the game-winning drive, said he's had the weekend to process it, but the win still hasn't sunk in.

"People are still coming up and congratulating me, but it hasn't really set in yet. I don't think it will ever really, truly set in until high school is over," said Hansen.

Quarterback Ryan McFadden said Friday's championship was more than just a game.

"We're all basically brothers now, it's like a brotherhood. We're all kind of tied to that moment. Any time we see each other in the future we'll just walk up, shake hands and we're just going to laugh about winning," said McFadden.

Jones was grateful for all the support from the alumni, the community and the business community all season long.

He was getting so many congratulatory messages over the weekend he had to turn his phone off for a day.

"Friday night was exciting, and then it was back to dad duty first thing Saturday morning," said Jones. "I had to put my phone away for a bit and let it all sink in."

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