#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.

[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.

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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”

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“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”

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“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”

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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.

[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.

[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.

[hyuneskkami]

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.

[strwberieswsugar]

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[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)

[countrymusiclover]

3. Sheldon’s Football

Part 4

Texas Romance

@tyrionsprincess30

The football team hadn't been winning for a long time and now Sheldon was helping with the playbook at least that's what I've heard Mr. Cooper and Georgie call it. I'm wearing his backup Jersey again with blue jeans and white tennis shoes. My hair is in a braid going down my back. Missy, me and her mom all stand together and watch the game. Sheldon is at home with his memaw because he doesn't like outside or sports. At first we weren't winning and I ran down the bleachers to lean on the fence watching Mr. Cooper who looked at his backup playbook pages with Sheldon's notes.

He stepped up to me showing me the book asking for my opinion - which is a big deal to me. "You thinkin' we should do this, y/n?"

I looked over to our team and saw Georgie and the other getting upset about not winning. Turning my gaze back to his dad who gives me sympathetic eyes I took a breath. "Sheldon's a genius Mr. Cooper. I want a win the same as everyone here...go for it."

He takes off his ball cap putting it on my head smiling. "Alright. Oh and a - y/n." He looked to me over his shoulder while his assistant coach looked over the playbook. I tilted his coach's hat up so I could fully see him. "I like you. You're a good influence on Georgie" I blushed a bit being surprised that he's actually okay with us dating.

I kept leaning on the fence as the boys went for Sheldon's play which most people shouted that this shouldn't be happening but it's a crazy miracle that we actually got a touchdown. The team jumped around in victory and Georgie threw the winning ball on the turf taking his helmet off as all the students ran on the field cheering. Missy bolts down the bleachers near me, tugging my arm to drag us over to Georgie. Georgie saw us running and he smirked proudly seeing me wearing his dad's hat and his Jersey number.

Once I got to him I jumped in his arms and he caught me as I cried out in victory. "We won. We actually won!" He sets me down on my feet, tipping the hat on my head up as he leaned down to kiss me deeply. I gasped surprised at first before kissing him back.

My hands wrapped around his neck for a few minutes before Missy tackled us to the turf. "This is awesome. Y/n since you're dating him does that mean you'll be over like all the time?" Georgie lightly pushes her off us, helping me to my feet.

I wrapped an arm around him picking up the winner's ball when Mr. Cooper came over to us, grinning like I've never seen before. "Y/n keep that hat l. It suits you. Georgie you want the ball?" Georgie grinned about to take it from me but I hold it away from him. He pouts. "Y/n!''

I point my index finger at him. "Georgie come on. This ball should go to the person who earned the win. Sheldon'' I tossed it back to Mr. Cooper who caught it easily and is stunned at my throw. "Nice throw." He walked over to Missy and Mary leaving me and Georgie alone.

He turned in my arm complaining. "You know he's not gonna take it, right" I playfully rolled my eyes at him, taking his helmet from his freehand to start walking off the field with him. Sheldon became popular and he hated it a lot. But I didn't mind because I was allowed to wear the coaches - I mean Mr. Cooper's hat. He has a backup and said he got it okayed for me to wear it around the school. Georgie minds all the attention from Sheldon's stats. I've been trying to convince him it's a good thing but he doesn't really believe me.

We're leaning against his locker and I twirl around his dad's hat in my freehand as he runs his fingers through my hair. He sighed heavily to which I imitated his accent getting him to smile. "Perk up boy. Winnin' football games are a good thing. Plus ya got me." He kisses my forehead chuckling softly.

A couple days later it was Friday and some high schools were throwing a party, Georgie got grounded again because he got in a fight with a teammate who called him the 'dumb' brother. I was sitting on the couch watching the tv before he came out of his room looking at his dad in his chair watching football with a bear in hand. Georgie takes my hand pulling me to his room to see he's got the pillows set up to look like we are laying in his bed asleep. I tug at my white shirt with a camo jacket pulled over, torn blue jeans and white tennis shoes. "Georgie, you're grounded, remember. I'll get in trouble with my parents-"

He sighs sitting on the bed. "Y/n, come on. It's just for an hour and then we'll be back before they know." Running a hand over my face I started climbing out the window and he followed.

The party was crazy with loud music and people dancing with alcohol. Georgie and I danced spinning the other in and out, and I giggled when he started smirking at me to kiss my lips deeply. I kissed him back before I heard Missy's voice calling through the crowd. I broke the kiss and grabbed his hand and he snarled annoyed. "What are you doin' here!" Missy keeps dancing and I can't help but want to join her but I can't because of the people we're around. "Depends, what are you and y/n doin here?"

She asked when some kids stopped crowd surfing Sheldon. I quizzed a little frustrated about us really getting caught now. "Sheldon - not you too!" He shouted over the noise.

"Hello Georgie, y/n!" Georgie runs a frustrated hand through his hair glancing at me. "You're not supposed to be here" Sheldon fights with. "Neither are you because you're grounded. Y/n you'll get grounded too by your parents!"

I growled bawling my fists at my side, stomping out of the room. Georgie growled following me while dragging them with him. "Thanks a lot Sheldon. Both of you are going home now!"

Sheldon got a B+ on his math test and decided he was done helping the team. Now Georgie and I sit in front of his parents and mine. Sheldon couldn't keep a freaking secret. My mom takes my hand looking at Georgie. ''Did you look out for her at this party?"

He slowly nods his head when my dad takes the floor. "Y/n I'm not happy you snuck out but you brought the Cooper twins home with him. So you're not grounded but no tv for a week." I mumbled an okay.

Georgie took a sigh of relief as I grabbed his hand but his mom flipped out. "Georgie Cooper. What is wrong with you. You snuck out when you're grounded!" His dad glanced at me as I gave him sympathetic eyes.

He sighs resting a hand on his wife's shoulder. "Mary let's just not let him drive your mom's car or my truck for 2 weeks. Is that fair?"

She sighed nodding yes and I fell back on the couch with a sigh of relief with Georgie nodded ok slowly before laying back to run a hand through my hair as we needed sleep from staying up late last night. Sheldon can get on people's nerves sometimes. But he means well...I keep trying to tell myself.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[footygirl114]

Jefa (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

Sorry for not posting as much, I have been struggling with an idea. I had this prompt given to me and I decided to get this smaller fic out before my bigger one to get some juices flowing. Thanks for sticking with me 🥰🥰

Moving away from Spain was always in your cards. You knew that you had to leave to get out of the shadow of your family. California was as far as you ended up, mainly because it was similar in temperature to the weather you were used to. You came here for school, but stayed for the atmosphere. When the call came in about your fathers accident you knew it was time you headed home. 

Your family was legendary in Barcelona. Your great great great grandfather founded the football club, and it has since been passed down in your family. Recently your father has been running the operation. Your older brother was the Coach of the Men’s side and your younger brother was one of the young academy prodigies that was now on the mens team. 

Although you didn’t mind going to games, since it was a good time in the stadiums you never found the passion to make it into a playing career like the rest of your family did. You grew up in the stadium, as your mother passed when you were young, you often ended up with your dad at work. 

Moving to California for school was your chance to get out from under the families legacy. You studied business, and helped and consulted with multiple start-ups in the Cali area, you have been successful in your own way. Being able to take on what ever projects you felt passionate about helped you to be free. 

One of your most recent projects was to help the newest NWSL side Angel City off the ground. You were the business guru for the team and helped them to market and gain a cult following, while also making the team a place that players wanted to play. As was your norm with many of your passion projects, you stepped back after the team had their first successful season. 

When you got the call about the car accident your father was involved in you dropped everything to head back to the place you once called home. Your father was alive, but would be in the hospital for weeks. He would be able to still run a lot of the club from the hospital but it made you realise that you wanted to be there for him. You wanted to be the one to step up and take over from him one day. 

Neither of your brothers wanted in on the women’s side, they both wanted to stay on the football side. Just like you have done with any of your projects you decided to throw your self into this one whole heartedly. It’s why when your dad recommended you take over the operations of the women’s side, who was struggling after the last season. You knew you could help turn the team around and get the players back in good standings. 

On your first day of learning about the women’s team, you walked into the Johan with your head held high, dressed in a killer business suit. You were met by the coach who wanted to walk you through the training facility. On your tour you wandered by a wall of glass in a deep discussion about the grounds. Not realising that the team was in the weight room on the other side of the glass watching your every move. 

After the tour, you were lead out on to the side of the pitch to see the stadium. Growing up in Camp Nou, meant that you had been on Barcelona grounds before. The stadiums you had been in in the USA were mostly impressive, but something about this ground made you feel like there was passion and energy here. You were excited to help to turn this team around. 

While you were standing looking around the grounds, you heard the players come out of the tunnel for their training session. You turned to watch them and immediately you were lost in the eyes of their leader, their captain, the legendary Alexia Putellas. Of course you were involved in the women game, so of course you knew who she was. You just never realised how beautiful she was until she was right in front of you. 

She had stopped walking when she noticed you, but the whole team also fully stopped to look over at you standing there. 

“Team! This is Y/N Y/L/N. She’s taking over our operations from her father Mr. Y/L/N. I am sure you all heard of his accident” Jonatan says to the team. 

The first player who steps up you recognise as Mapi Leon, she walks forward with her hand held out and says “Hola Y/N, I hope you are going to stay and keep an eye on us today” she finishes with a wink. 

“Oi Maps, don’t start on the poor women” Patri steps up and shoves Mapi’s hand out of the way and shoves hers out to you instead and says “Hola, Im Patri” 

You shake her hand and add on “Nice to meet you, all of you. Don’t let me distract you from your training I’m just getting feel for the team” 

Everyone introduces themselves but Alexia hangs back until they all finish and head out to start training, she walks up to you and introduces her self “Hola, Im Alexia. If you need any help, or have any questions let me know” 

You wink at her, as you had no problems with confidence around beautiful women, and say “It’s a pleasure to meet the queen. If I need help how can I reach you without your numbeR?” 

She blushes hard at your flirting but responds “If you stick around till after practice, maybe I will give it to you.” 

“Well, if that wasn’t an incentive to stay I don’t know what else is. It would be an honour to watch you train” You tell her with a small smile. 

She laughs and says “I hope you watch more than me, and you watch the team too” 

You step closer to her and whisper in her ear “Ill be focused on just you, but don’t tell anyone else” and you continue to walk behind her to the bench to take a front row seat to watch the training. 

She stands there for a moment with a blush on her cheeks, when a ball comes in and she automatically reacts and settles it with her chest to her foot and send it right back to who ever kicked it at her. She shakes her head and runs over to join training. 

You watch and realise that maybe the rough season was what the team needed to be shaken up a bit. They are clearly down and need to be pumped up a bit, but they have potential. With big names on the squad you are excited to dig into the players and find out what they need to be successful. You decide you will start with their Captain and you cannot wait to get started. 

**

You spend the next few weeks watching trainings and attending preseason games to get the vibes from the team. You can tell there is a lack of connection between the players, and when they are not connecting they get frustrated and then they fall apart. Getting to the deeper issue at hand will be the key to a successful season for your new team. 

After the next training session, you decide to put your plan in action. You approach Alexia as she’s heading off the field into the change room, you step in front of her and ask “What are you doing tonight?” 

She looks over you as you stand there, you were in a suit again, and she starts to blush as she says “Nothing really.” 

You smile at her as she is adorable with the light blush on her cheeks. You have been flirting with her for the last few weeks any chance you get. How she is so amazing on the field or in front of a camera, but cant help but to blush and act shy when you around is amazing to you. “I’ll pick you up at 6?” you tell her, as you back away from her toward where a couple of your board members are waiting. 

**

When you head over to pick her up you think about how you want to play this. You’ve been flirting with her for weeks, but you aren’t sure you can act on it especially if you are going to fully take over the team. You would be her boss in a sense which is something you are not sure you can act on. Either way you know you need to get to the bottom of the team issues, so you decide to focus on that. 

Walking up to her apartment you see her waiting out front, you admire her from a far as you are walking up. You have seen her in athletic gear but never out of it in person and you are speechless. She’s gorgeous, and keeping it in your pants is going to be harder than you expected. 

“Hola Alexia” You speak up to get her attention, you walk up to her and lean in for a hug as you pull away you cant help but press a kiss to her cheek. 

She’s blushes as you hold out your arm to lead her to your destination. She grasps your arm and allows you to pull her along to your destination. During the short walk you both settle into comfortable small talk and get to know each other. 

Walking up to the door of your apartment building you lead her inside up the stairs to your place. “I figured we’d want a quieter place to talk about the team” you tell her with a nervous laugh

She turns to you and places her hand on your arm to stop you from continuing on the stairs. She looks up at you and says “Gracias Y/N, You are right it’ll be easier to be in a private spot” 

“I also thought you might be more comfortable not in public where people may recognise you?” you tell her, and when you see her questioning look you add on “I can see how uncomfortable you get when people notice you in public, Ive been watching you and how you can get very shy.”

She looks up into your eyes at this and says “I didn’t know you were paying that much attention to us?”

You shake your head and turn and lead her into you apartment, as you let her walk by you at the door you add on “Its not the team I’ve been watching. Its you Alexia, I’ve been watching you” 

She stops inside the door as you close the door over and turn towards her, she takes a step closer to you as she asks “why me? you could have anyone out there?”

You step into her and reach out to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear and you tell her “You are amazing Alexia, Its been hard to focus on the team at all.” 

She blushes but plows on and reaches her hands out to place one on your hip, and one hand grasps your other hand “You’ve been distracting at our games and trainings you know” 

“Oh yeah? and why is that?” you ask her. 

She steps forward and presses her lips to yours, you savour the moment, and feel everything shift into place as she deepens the kiss. When she pulls back she says “I’ve been thinking about doing that every time I look over at you in the stands” 

Before she can press her lips to yours again, you stop her and say breathlessly “Alexia, I can’t” you pause as you take another step back. “Im technically your boss” 

She shakes her head and responds “Are you sure?” 

“No, but I have to at least get the team in order first” you tell her as you shake her head. 

She smiles sadly at you and steps into you, presses her lips to yours again softly, as she pulls away she says “Ill be here when you are ready.” and she walks out the door. 

You stare at the door trying to decide if you want to chase after her and say screw it to the team, but then you remember your dad and how you are doing this for him. 

[mindofharry]

Lovers Rock

WELCOME TO FOOTBALLER!HARRY!!!! i’m so excited for you guys to read this!!! there will be flashbacks and such, A LITTLE BIT OF EVERYTHING!!!! REBLOG AND FEEDBACK IS WELCOME AS ALWAYS! PLEASE SEND IN ANY CONCEPTS YOU HAVE FOR THESE CHARACTERS! MWAH! :-) HAPPY READING!!!!!

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“There’s daddy! Wave to him!”

Y/N said to her little one, Ezra, who was sat on his older brothers, Elias’ lap. Elias just turned 13 and absolutely loves everything to do with football and his father, honestly he’s one of Harry’s biggest fans and he has been since he was Ezra’s age. Ezra is 3 and a half, he’s not as interested in football as Elias was but he loves his daddy so much that he just copies what everyone’s doing.

“Woooo!” Ezra screamed, making Elias move back.

“You just burst my ear drums.”

Y/N giggled at her boys, placing her hand in Ezra’s curly hair and running her fingers through it. She looked over and spotted Harry again, he was messing with the headband she gave him in college, just when he started playing for man united — Harry had ridiculously long hair, that he didn’t want to cut so the headband was the next best thing and it just stuck.

Harry messed around with his hair and then looked around as his teammates warmed up. His eyes stopped on the private box for friends and family and he smiled when he spotted his wife and boys. Harry raised a hand to his heart and Y/N blew a kiss in his direction, then pointed him out again to the boys. Elias waved and Ezra started screaming again, Harry laughed and then blew a kiss before moving over to his team mates to warm up.

“Mama, why is daddy pushing? Naughty.” Ezra asked and Y/N giggled to herself pulling Ezra on her lap, nodding in agreement.

“We should put daddy on the naughty step, right? No pushing allowed.”

Ezra laughed loudly and wiggled off her lap, leaning over the railing to watch his dad. Y/N watched him fondly, infinitely grateful for all of her boys.

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“The boys asleep?” Harry asked, sitting down on the chair in the middle of the closet only in a towel and nothing else. Y/N wore her lacy black bra and panties searching for some PJs to wear.

“Yeah, Ezra was super wired but I eventually got him to go down.”

Harry stood up and wrapped his arms around Y/N, kissing the back of her neck. She hummed in content, leaning into his touch.

“Remember when we first met?” Harry asked against her neck. Y/N giggled and nodded. “How could I forget? You practically followed me around campus all day.” Y/N said, earning a pinch to her side. They meet in college, Y/N was studying to be an architect - which she is today - and Harry was meant to be studying to become a coach, but he was way more focused on making the man united team that he eventually just dropped out and put his whole focus on that. Which was a huge risk, but it all worked out in the end, seen as he now the captain of the team.

“I remember seeing you handing out flyers, didn’t know what they were for but I just needed an excuse to talk to you. And god, you were even more beautiful up close.”

Y/N sighed and turned around placing her lips on his.

“I fucking hated you.”

“Yeah, well that turned me on.”

Y/N cackled and placed her head on Harry’s shoulder. “But I knew immediately that I was gonna marry you ass.”

“Is that so?”

“Hmm. Your attitude was the first thing I noticed, got my cock so hard. And obviously your tits.”

Y/N hit his chest while Harry wiggled his eyebrows and placed his hands over her breasts, Y/N bit her lip and rolled her eyes but didn’t push him away.

“You’re gonna put on my Jersey, then i’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be screaming my name.”

“Is that so?”

“Well, we have sound proof walls for a reason, baby.”

“But if you remember correctly, I’m the one in charge.” Y/N said and Harry’s eyes widened as she pushed him down onto the seat in the middle of the closet.

“I think I’m going to the be the one making you scream, Mr. Footballer.”

Harry visually gulped and Y/N smirked, dropping to her knees pulling down the towel. “Love your big cock.” Y/N said stroking his cock, that was already red and full of precum. He was just waiting for her mouth.

“You wanna fuck my mouth? Have me gagging over your cock?”

Harry nodded.

Y/N looked up and slapped his thigh.

“Words, baby.”

“Yes, wanna gag you with my cock. Please, baby.”

Y/N placed her lips over the tip of cock but then pulled back, spitting on her hand stroking his cock with her spit. Harry’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as she continued to stroke his glistening cock.

“There, ready now.” She grinned, placing her mouth over his cock again. Harry whimpered, pulling at his wife’s hair. Y/N’s eyes were wide and happy, she loved being in control. She took his whole cock in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down, occasionally sticking her tongue out running it along his shaft.

Harry growled and thrusted his cock into her mouth, making her gag but she just grinned going back for more.

Her mascara was running down her cheeks and lipstick was all messed up.

Y/N had never looked more beautiful.

“You’re gonna cum, when I tell you to cum, ok?”

“You’re in charge, baby.”

⚽ ⚽ ⚽

2ND YEAR OF COLLEGE.

“Baby!”

Y/N looked up from her work in the library and put her finger to her lips and shushed her boyfriend — they had been dating for 6 months now and Harry made sure everyone on campus knew that.

“Honey, baby! Jesus christ!” Harry yelled, getting shushed by everyone in the library. Y/N giggled to herself standing up. She shook her head and opened her arms.

“What is going on!” She whispered.

“I got on the team. I made the Man U team!”

“Oh my god!” Y/N screamed jumping into Harry’s arms.

“Shush!”

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“Mama!”

“I’m up, I’m up.” Y/N grumbled getting out of the bed, only to be pulled back by her husband.

“Daddy, let go.” Ezra shouted jumping onto the bed and attacking his dad. Y/N cackled and leaned back watching her boys, Elias soon wondered it, snuggling to his mum. He was never too old to cuddle with his mum.

“How about a family day at the park? I could make a picnic?” Y/N asked, running her hands through Elias’ hair.

“Yes!” The boys cheered running to their rooms to change. Y/N giggled and turned over to see Harry admiring her.

“You know, the boys are having a sleepover in my mums today.”

“I might have known this.”

“So I get to fuck you in my jersey tonight?” Harry asked and Y/N rolled her eyes.

“We’ll see if you’re good.”

They all had breakfast and Y/N prepared the picnic with help from Elias. He loved cooking and baking, he especially loved picnics. Harry picked some blankets up and a football and got everyone situated into the car.

Soon enough they arrived at the park and set up their picnic.

“Ignore the paps, baby.” Y/N said kissing Harry’s temple. He nodded and sighed kicking the ball with the boys.

Y/N sat down on the blanket and opened up her soft drink sipping on it, while she took pictures of her boys.

“Mum, I’m so much better than dad right?” Elias asked.

“So much better, honey.” Y/N said giggling at the look on Harry’s face.

“What about Mama. You play?” Ezra asked and Y/N sighed. “I don’t know…” Y/N trailed off and Harry came up to her side pulling her up.

“Nah, you’re doing it, sweetheart.”

“Mama and me.” Ezra yelled pulling his mum over to his side. Harry and Elias high fived and got ready.

Harry kicked the ball up the make shift pitch and Y/N ran up to it. Instead of kicking it, she got lifted up off the ground before her toe could even touch the ball. Y/N squealed as harry lifted her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist as Ezra and Elias wrestled on the ground for the ball. Y/N cackled and then kissed Harry’s lips.

“You’re a cheater.” Y/N pouted.

“You look too sexy playing football.”

Y/N giggled and kissed him again before getting down.

“Come on I made cute little sandwiches.” Y/N said turning around, only to be slapped on the ass. She turned around and raised an eyebrow before walking back to the blanket.

“Mama, can I have some chocolate?”

“Eat a sandwich first, baby.”

The boys were exhausted when they arrived at their nana’s house — which was good for Anne, because it meant they had some food and then went straight up to their rooms in her house.

“My dick is so hard right now.” Harry said getting into the car.

“Well, you get to fuck me when you get home. So make it quick.”

“Yes ma’am.”

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“I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t remember your first name.” Harry said, pulling Y/N up by the end of her braid. She was drenched, the only thing covering her was Harry’s Jersey from last season and a pair of red lacy panties Harry seemed to like. Y/N didn’t say anything, she began to lean back against the man pleasuring her. Harry listened, he understood sexuilty, he’s the perfect partner inside and outside bed. Harry Styles is attentive and God does he know how to use those fingers. He knows how to please a woman.

“I hope you do.” Y/N moaned.

Harry pulled her panties down quickly, and kissed her ass cheek. He immediately placed his finger on wet slit, moving it up and down before bringing his face down and eating her out. His tongue flicked and down and Y/N’s back arched at the feeling.

“Need you to fuck me.” She moaned, bunching up the jersey.

Harry didn’t hesitate kissing her clit softly, before releasing his aching cock from his boxers. He stroked himself a little and then placed the tip of his cock at her entrance, Y/N moaned and bit her lip.

“Don’t fucking tease me.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

With that, Harry thrusted into his wife and the both moaned with pleasure.

He held on her braid as he fucked her, enjoying the screams coming out of her.

“Definitely don’t remember my name.”

[simpurnatural]

When I say “Winner’s!” You say “POV!”

“This is my first DSMP Football AU (SBI VS FB) FF ever posted! I hope you guys enjoy it and let me know if you want more. - Nat <3“ This is also loosely based on @/teefumz’s art on IG and Twitter! Go check her out!

Wide Awake (SBI)

Warning ⚠️: Cussing, 

Any writing errors? Point them out! Love some helpful feedback! <3

REQUESTS ARE OPEN LUVS <3

“Touchdown by FB’s finest, Clay D! Feral High is ahead by three points!“ the commentator announces.

“Oh shit!” Cara says, watching the boys headbutt each other with glee.

“Give me an F! Give me an E!” Hannah shouts into the crowd, all of the cheer team shaking their pom poms.

“Give me an R! Give me an A! Give me an L!“ Alyssa yells as the people in the stands started shouting back.

“What does that spell?!” you holler, getting everyone in the stands riled up.

“FERAL! FERAL! FERAL!“

During the short intermission, Clay and Nick swap, and Ranboo and Tommy swap. You and Drista make your way over to her brother for a quick chat.

“You guys are doing really well out there,” you comment, the three of you watching everyone get into position.

“Oh come on now, it’s your guys’ cheering that’s getting us through it,“ Clay replied before taking a swig from his bottle.

“I didn’t walk over here for you guys to flirt,” Drista reminds, patting her brother’s shoulder, “Just make sure you win, I wanna keep my money.“.

“You took a bet?” You ask as the play begins “With who?” you question.

“Tommy. He thinks they’re gonna win,” she explains, pointing to the young blond out on the field.

“I mean Tech’s back in for the rest of the season since his wrist healed so they have a chance,” Clay hums with a bit of playful sarcasm in his voice.

Luke passes the ball to Nick who bolts his ass towards the end point. Tommy, however, catches up and pounces on him. Both sides of the stands oohed at the thought how much that might’ve hurt.

“Aah!“ Nick yelps, noticeably thrashing about “Get off me!“ he says as Clay stands up and runs onto the field.

Him and Techno trying to pull Tommy and Nick apart. That task seeming fairly hard since both captains almost almost gave up for a second.

“Is Tommy biting him?“ a voice asks, that voice belonging to Alex, who had somehow been quietly sitting on the bench this entire time. “What?” he says, noticing you looking at him up and down.

“Are you benched the whole game?“ you ask, realizing he hadn’t played yet.

“It’s fricken’ Bad dude. Called me a muffin-head for missing practice and said that I couldn’t play,“ he grumbles, nodding to the six-foot coach on the field.

“That’s okay,” Drista shrugs, “You kinda suck.“

“Quackity, you’re in!” Bad shouts a second later, Nick using George and Karl as a human crutch.

“Fuck yeah!“ Alex cheers, putting on his helmet and jogging towards the team.

“Do you think I’ll need to get checked for rabies, George?“ asked Nick.

“You only get rabies from wild dogs or something,“ George chuckles as the younger teen roles his eyes.

“Did you not see the teeth on that thing?” He asks in an disbelief, face painted with sweat.

“Oh we did.” Karl nods, helping him take a seat on the bench. “Very vicious,” he exaggerates.

“You doin’ okay SP?” you ask, looking at the half-ass wrapped bandage around his calf.

“Yeah,” he huffs with a pout like a sad dog, watching the rest of the team play without him.

...

At the end, after the game went into overtime because of a tie in points, Callahan helped bring home the trophy. Who silently basked in the praise and cheers as his friends tossed him into the air.

“That was a good game,” you say to Minx, a cheerleader from SBI High.

“It would’ve been good if we won,” she counters with a tired smile. “I’m pretty sure my right ear ‘s been blown out,” she adds.

“Oh. The crowd was a bit much?” you ask her, she let’s out an annoyance filled groan in response.

“No, Toby’s dad just kept yelling at our coach the entire time,” Niki explains, pointing to the six-footer with side burns and a ball cap.

“Poor Phil,” you chuckle as both teams go to shake each other’s hands.

As Tommy was going through the line, he let out an exaggerated sob with each shake. Wil and Jack right behind him, patting his back and shaking hands with the others. 

“It was his first game,” Lani mentions as you catch a glimpse of Drista running in the distance with a fistful of cash in her hand. “He’s taken it pretty hard,” she sighs.

...

As the stands started to clear and everyone began to leave, Clay and the rest of the team approached you and the cheer squad. 

“Hey fellas,” you grin, “Nice work out there,” you compliment with a wink.

“Really kicked ass,” Cara adds, slinging an arm around your shoulder.

“Thanks. You ladies coming to the party later or...?” Luke asks.

“Hmm,” Alyssa says, stroking her imaginary beard, “Maybe,” you all shrug. 

“Basically all of student body is gonna be there!” George says.

“You guys have gotta go,“ Karl whines.

“Why?” Drista blinked “Not much of a party person,” she sighs.

“Party is gonna be legendary, end of discussion.” Alex says briefly before they all turn to walk away.

“Hope to see you ladies there,” Nick hollers over his shoulder.

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Hi do you take fanfiction request? MCDanno H50. pairing steve/danny. From the movie. yours, mine ours (2005)

[hey there, I took a lot of artistic license on this one haha. I may do a longer piece if i find time and inspiration. hope you enjoy x]

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It’s his own stupid fault he didn’t realise sooner. Danny’s waist deep in the kids’ school stuff every day; the fact he hadn’t put two and two together when the kids told him they had a new football coach called McGarrett is an absolute rookie mistake.

“Danny?” Coach McGarrett says when he spots him, squinting against the afternoon sun. He’s tall, is Danny’s first thought, and broad - he’s as beautiful as Danny remembers. “Danny Williams.”

Danny gives McGarrett a wave that he knows looks as awkward as it feels. “Hey. Small world.”

“Yeah, wow.” Steve - McGarrett, Coach, Danny has no idea what he’s supposed to call him - takes off his baseball cap and runs a hand through his hair. “It’d have to be, what? 15 years?”

“Give or take,” Danny agrees with a nod, looking across the school yard to see if he can spot any of his kids so he can get out of here faster. “So you’re the new coach the kids have been going on about.”

Steve scoffs. “Hopefully that’s a good thing.”

“Well the two main topics in our house are football and Frozen, so by that I’d say you’re doing pretty well. Quinn will only play football in an Elsa dress while pretending to be you so I’d say you’re probably his favourite.”

“Oh,” Steve says with a smile, clicking his fingers at Danny. “You’re the triplets’ dad.”

“That’s me. Their brothers and sister are into football too, just not enough to join the team.”

Danny can see Steve doing the maths in his head. It’s the usual reaction he gets when he talks about his kids. Most people - normal people, as Danny likes to say - stop at 2 or 3. But no, Danny and his ex-wife Rachel thought they’d go for number four, and ended up with six instead.

“I think I’ve met Charlie and Keiran, they’re yours too?”

“Yep. And Grace started Junior High this year.”

“Wow. That’s a lot of kids, man.”

Danny can’t help but grin at the way he says it. More impressed than disbelieving. It’s a nice change from the judgemental upturn of peoples noses. “It is a lot of kids, I agree, except they’re mostly annoyed we only got half way to making our own football team.”

Steve barks out a laugh. It’s a nice sound, and it hits low in Danny’s guts; something Steve always managed to do to him. Make him feel things, spin him around. “Well I’ve got four at my house, and another two that are almost always there anyway. Maybe we’d have to join forces some day.”

“Uh, yeah,” Danny eventually says, not prepared to be the one in shock for a change. “Sure. You’ve got kids too?”

“Well I’ve got two, Nehele and Leah. And my sister lives with me, she’s got two of her own, Joan and Cole.”

“So you’re no stranger to a crazy household then.”

Steve smirks. “No. I don’t mind it. I lived on my own for a really long time and I definitely prefer the noise.”

“Well I never lived alone, and I always wanted to. But when the kids are staying with their mum it’s really…”

“Lonely,” Steve finishes, and it’s not a question. “Yeah. I know what you mean.”

“Danno!” They both startle at the sound of the kids voices shouting for Danny, running towards him with their massive school bags swinging around on their backs. Their once-neat hairstyles are completely maniacal after a full day of school and the sight of them makes a smile slowly unfurl across his face.

“Mi amigos!” Danny shouts back, opening up his arms for them to jump on him, trying to gather them all up at once. “I missed you so much. Where are your brothers? Did they run away? Have they joined the circus?”

The triplets giggle.

“They’re being slow,” Bo says in an annoyed, drawling voice, at the same time Quinn chirps,

“Hi, Coach!”

Danny spins to look back at Steve, forgetting for a moment that they’d just been talking. Steve is just looking at them all with a soft expression, and Danny blushes, he feels seen.

“Hey Triple Threat!” he says with a laugh, moving close enough he can boop them all on the head. “Sara, have you been practising that off tackle?”

“Yes, Coach!” she calls with her chin up, and Danny’s not sure whether to grin or roll his eyes.

“Good, good, I was just talking to your dad and I told him if the Williams’ don’t get in shape we’ll be running drills until midnight.”

It says a lot about his kids that they just laugh at Steve, unlike their dad who manages to get offended by just about anything. Not to mention that he thinks his kids are amazing at everything.

Danny can see the teasing twinkle in Steve’s eye though, remembers the way he used to play with Danny just to get a rise out of him. Danny’s the furthest thing from offended right now and he’s not ready for it. He’s not a teenager any more - he doesn't want to feel like one.

“Well, I better round up the other two so we can go get Gracie,” he tells them all, but mostly Steve. He puts his hand out in an offer of a handshake, and Steve takes it, strong and warm. “It was good to see you again, Steve.”

“Yeah,” Steve says gently, their eyes on each other just a beat too long. “You too, Danny.”

“Danno, that’s not Steve that’s Coach,” Quinn berates, and Danny hears Steve chuckle.

“Well, Coach used to be a friend of mine, and I called him Steve,” Danny says, glancing at Steve whose expression flickers. Danny can’t really read it. It’s been so long. He’s changed so much.

“Yeah,” Steve nods. “We’re old friends.”

Danny lets the kids say goodbye before they head off, and he knows he shouldn't, he knows it's stupid, but he looks back one more time. Steve is looking, too.

Friends, he'd said, in that way that meant, we both know we weren't just friends.

Danny knows.