coaching youth soccer

College!AU Leo

so i have bts x forest fairy!au and seventeen x prince!au so here is some vixx (because i love them and they also deserve an au series) 

  • major: childhood education/literature 
  • minor: theater 
  • sports: captain of the soccer team 
  • clubs: choir club / book club because hakyeon made him join and then ditched him for another club but leo genuinely likes the nice group of people who run the club and their book picks are good so he stayed
  • so basically he wants to teach elementary school when he graduates and tbh when he declared his major the head of the department was like…..you…….the soccer star of our university……..want to be…………..a teacher?
  • and leo shrugged because he doesn’t have to justify himself he loves books and he loves kids teaching was an obvious choice for him but he just gives the head of the department a nod and they’re like i mean i guess and leo is like ty professor gtg to soccer practice
  • in all his classes he’s pretty quiet and the professors never get it because all his written work is fantastic and everyone keeps urging him to drop childhood education and pursue like a PHD because his writing is just fantastic 
  • and someone once said like his genius shouldn’t be “wasted” on “teaching kids” and leo just grew cold immediately and was like you can’t fucking waste anything for kids, they’re the future, they’re the most important and almost knocked that guy out but that’s another story
  • but yeah he rarely participates but when he does and actually the first time he does his voice is so,,,,mellow and soft and the entire class + teacher is like,,,,,,,nevermind we can definitely see you as an elementary school teacher
  • also no one notices but his pencil case is covered in cat paws because he thinks it’s cute but he hides it so no one  finds out esp anyone on the soccer team
  • well actually vice captain xiumin knows but he won’t tell on leo
  • and you know one day you end up having class with him and at first he comes in and your first impression is he is very…..athletic looking and tall and you’re kinda like why is he taking a lit course about kid’s books but you’re like you know what i don’t judge
  • and then when he talks for the first time you’re like oh he’s……so cute wtf
  • and then he shows up one day to class right after practice in his soccer uniform and you’re like h O L Y S HIT
  • because he’s wearing the shorts and a tight fitted t-shirt and his hairs a mess and in his face and he has his duffle bag over his shoulder and his muscles are just…there and you’re like goodbye
  • and he sits next to you because your seats near the door and he doesn’t wanna make any noise crossing the room because he’s a little late and all of a sudden you hear his soft voice like “hey,,,,,what did i miss??”
  • and you kind of get flustered because he doesn’t really talk to anyone in class especially not you since you originally sit far but you’re like oh!!! not much just last weeks homework,,,here are my notes!!!
  • and he smiles at you and it’s the first time you’ve seen him smile and you have to like catch your breath because it’s such a gentle, small gesture but it makes him glow and you’re like do not fall in love with this dude do not fall in 
  • but when he whispers “can i copy them after class if you have time?” you’re like frick it im falling f R I ck it
  • and so you stay afterwards and leo is like jotting down what he needs and you notice that he takes his pencil out of this bag thats????covered in cat paws and you’re like wow cute!!!
  • but you don’t notice you said it outloud and all of a sudden this big dude that you thought never gets shy or anything turns the brightest shade of pink and he’s like ,,,,t,,,,thank you
  • and you’re like STOP BEING CUTE I SWEAR in your head this time but you’re like oh no problem!! do you like cats??
  • and he just perks up like !! i really like,,,,all animals,,,,but cats are,,,,and he kind of motions the paw thing that cats do and you’re like holy shit this boy has a soft voice and a SOFT heart can you FRiKCINg believe it
  • and you’re like that’s true cats are really cool and he’s kind of like …..quiet but like it’s not uncomfortable like you can see the hint of that smile again
  • and like when he’s done he bows and is like i have to go change out of this uniform (and you’re like no you don’t but moving on)
  • and you’re like ah!! yeah!! see you next class?? and he’s like yep and waves and you have to stand there in the empty classroom grasping your chest because fucking leo is adorable goodbye
  • and after that you guys like casually talk outside of class before it starts but you’re like it’ll probably never be more than that untIL one day leo’s like we have a soccer game coming up this saturday,,,,do you like soccer?? and you’re like watching it is fun yeah and he’s like,,,,,you should come watch me i mean our game you know support the college team hahahahaha and you’re like oh….o h ……. o H and you’re like o ok!!!
  • and he gets really smiley and keeps biting his lower lip back and it’s so cute and he’s like ok ill see you there then give me your number so i can text you were it is
  • and that is how you get leo’s number and tbh you squeal about it into your pillow when you get home (he does too, but you just don’t know that)
  • come game day you’re like at the place and the soccer team is out on the field doing stretches and you see leo and he looks so,,,,cool and calm in the uniform with the captain arm band and you’re kinda swooning because wow
  • and then he sees you and waves and xiumin next to him raises an eyebrow and when you go over to wish leo luck xiumins like WELL WELL LEO TELL ME ABOUT THIS CUTE PERSON and leo is like ,,,,,,,they,,,,,,are from my class and are nice,,,,,,,,,
  • and xiumin’s just smiling @ leo like mhmmm mhmm tell me more and you’re like ???? and leo like pinches xiumin’s nose and is like shush it and you’re even more ????? but you’re like good luck!! !!! and leo gets flustered again and even though xiumin is pinching his nose he’s like “leo’s gonna shoot the winning goal for you now~~~” and leo is like i s2g xiumin i will shove this soccer ball down your throat but anyway
  • you go back to the bleachers and watch leo play and he’s so competitive and it’s a whole new side of him and you’re like,,,,wow,,,,,
  • and just like xiumin says he gets the winning goal and you jump out of your seat and as leo runs to highfive the rest of the team he looks up at you and like runs his tongue over his lips before waving and you’re about to fall off the damn bleachers god damn iT LEO
  • after the game the team goes out to eat and you’re like ahh well ill see you in class but xiumin is like JOIN US and leo is like ,,,,yes,,,join us
  • and you know it’s a bunch of rowdy boys and leo tries to keep them calm but the food comes and he forgets completely because he starts eating like a damn animal and you’re like how do you fit so much food,,,,but then you’re like right he’s six fucking feet tall
  • and you’re sitting next to one of the players named ravi and he’s elbowing you like “hey hey i see you looking at leo, are you guys dating??” and you drop your chopsticks and are like wHAT no n o… noo hhaha and ken from across the table is like “really??? i would think hyung is in to you alot if he invites you to the games. he’s never done that.”
  • and all of a sudden the whole table is focused on you and leo and and you’re like getting super red and leo finally stops eating like…….guys shut it or ill kill you and they’re like o K hyUNG mhMMMM 
  • and afterwords everyones saying goodbye and leo’s like hey let me walk you to the train it’s late and you’re like oh ok and you’re chilly and he lets you wear his jacket that he has from the team with his name on the back and you’re screaming internally but you know 
  • and when you get to the train you’re like it was fun!!! ill see you in class??? and he sorta doesn’t say anything and you’re like ????
  • and all of a sudden he leans in to kiss you and it’s short, but it takes your breath away and when he pulls back he’s red but he’s like
  • “is it ok?”
  • and you can’t even speak you just nod and he pulls you in around the waist and holds the side of your neck and his kisses are so gentle that it makes you wanna melt into the ground holy shit 
  • and it’s just very,,,,,,,,,,cute the two of you
  • like next class he switches his seat to be near you and you two cutely talk over books you like and are reading and leo tells you excitedly about his nephew and you get why he wants to be a teacher
  • like whenever you two are walking out off campus and a group of school children walks by he’s always smiling and patting one on the head and you even learn that he helps coach the youth soccer team down at an afterschool club at a public school
  • and leo asks if you wanna join book club with him because they’re reading this cool novel he’d think you like
  • and when he’s like “oh i have theater class” you’re like ????? you’re a theater minor and he get shy all over again like musical theater and you’re like lEO you can sing????
  • and he’s like im in the college’s choir too haha
  • and you literally go “how are you so perfect and talented”
  • and he just puts his head down on the table and is like skhflwe im not
  • and you’re like yes!!!! yes you are!! and you like pat his hair and he just does the smile where he bites his lip
  • and also you two like religiously buy each other coffee now that you’re dating 
  • like if he’s running late - you meet him with coffee. if you’re running late - he meets you with coffee
  •  and when he finally tells the soccer team you’re dating ravi says he called it and that leo should make him captain now and leo just rolls his eyes and xiumin is like we should celebrate by making leo pay for our lunch yes yes
  • and you agree with xiumin and leo’s like how could you and you’re like tehehe
  • you go to leo’s theater productions and most of the roles he gets are when they put on musicals and his voice is the most beautiful thing 
  • and you notice how he sings when you two are studying in the corner of the library, just softly and it’s so calming????
  • you get him cute cat stationery and he puts his head down in embarrassment but you know he loves it
  • you guys probably like go to teach abroad together one summer and it’s SUPER CUTE and yeah im dead college!leo everyone 

We call everything on the ice, “Love”.


Let me just say, I was pretty late in the sports anime fandom. Even being a person that participates in sports, I just never thought it was my type of anime. I only really ever watched fighting/war/apocalyptic kinda shows.


I knew Yuri on Ice was airing, and I was curious, but a few months ago I had nothing to do and when I saw there was only 12 episodes I decided to just go for it. I smoked a bowl and sat in my room and started it.


It only took minutes to get hooked. I spent the majority of the first episode with tears in my eyes. Being a person that suffers from mental illness, anxiety being one of them…I felt Yuri on a very deep level. I played soccer from the age of 5 to 16, and my disorders took my love for the sport. My eating disorder destroyed my stamina and my health and I just couldn’t continue doing something I completely lost passion for.


As cheesy as this sounds, this show changed me. I realized that I needed to reclaim my passion for the things I care about, and give less power to the dark parts of my mind. And now?

I’m on a soccer team again. I’m playing the piano again. I’m participating in yoga again. I’m looking to coach a youth soccer team, and I’m planning on going to college this fall. I won’t be able to regain everything I’ve lost, but you know what? It doesn’t matter. The old me is the one that got sick, the on that spent years on end in a state of self hatred and self deprication.

So many horrible things happened, but I am growing. I am building, and I am finding happiness. I’m moving forward everyday and I becoming a new person. I don’t regret what’s happened. I never will. Because this was the end game, and things are working out.


I know it’s not over, and it may never be over, but it’ll get easier, and I will be able to cope and fight back the further along I get. It no longer controls and dictates everything I do.


This show gave me the courage to change. To grow, to build. And I am loving things I never thought I would again.


I’ve truly gotten my “L” word from Yuri, and I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.

The Music of Chance

Just as I promised, here is a scenario to mend your broken hearts.

Sorry for the wait, love! I hope the little beagle hasn’t completely destroyed your bias list yet. (He threw mine in a shredder before stomping on it with wet rain boots and burning it in holy oil.) If he has… well then I’m so sorry for your loss. 

P.S. This is just my second time writing smut, and I have a long way to improve, so I’d appreciate any feedback/constructive criticism.

P.P.S. If you recognize the movie that this scenario is named after, you’re awesome and I love you. 

P.P.P.S. Why are you still reading this? There’s smut under here!

- Admin I

**Smut warning!**

The crowd streamed out of the gymnasium, the sound of their chatter fading, as the entire place fell silent. Y/N’s sighs bounced off the walls in echoes. She shoved her tennis racquet, stupid thing, into her duffle bag, threw the bag over her shoulder, and sauntered toward the locker rooms.

You blew it. You made it to the semi-finals, and you blew it.

Her head bowed, and her eyes tired and half-lidded, it took all her strength to turn the door handle. She knew most of this exhaustion was from disappointment.

Stepping inside and putting her stuff down, she slumped onto one of the benches. She could hear the faint sound of water running, someone was taking a shower.

Y/N threw her head in her hands and groaned under her breath. I can’t believe I lost by so much. That was utterly humiliating.

She stood up, unhurriedly, pulling her hair out of its ponytail, and stripping down to her underwear. Just as she unhooked her bra, pulling it off and placing it aside, the shower stopped running. Then, there was the soft sound of footsteps against the tile floor.

Someone cleared their throat behind her, and Y/N turned around. Her eyes met with soft brown ones, the colour of coffee, they were warm against his pale skin. His hair was drenched, the dark strands sticking to his face. Droplets of water ran down his hard, chiseled chest and a white towel wrapped around his waist was all that covered him.

“Woah…” she breathed, gaping like a fish.

“Uh… I mean, wh… what?” she quickly composed herself, crossing her arms over her breasts, as she tried to keep from blushing. “What are you doing in here? This is the women’s locker room.”

“Sadly, no,” he said, an amused smile on his face. “Did you not see the sign on the door?”

He walked past her nonchalantly, opening one of the lockers, and pulling out his things.

“Ugh,” Y/N groaned again. “Fucking fantastic.” She glanced over at her clothes, wondering how she could put them back on without exposing herself.

The man wasn’t bothered by her nudity, nor did he leer at her. He looked into her eyes when he spoke, trying his hardest not to look anywhere else.

“Hey, aren’t you one of the tennis players? How’d your match go?”

Y/N narrowed her eyes in contempt.

“Are you being serious right now? Or are you just mocking me?” she said.

“I was being serious… but judging by your unwarranted hostility, I’m going to guess it didn’t go well?”

“You could say that.”

He gave a low laugh, his voice sending shivers down her spine.

“Yeah, and what would you say?” he asked, raising a brow

Y/N glared at him, suppressing the urge to punch his beautiful face.

“I’d say I’ve completely ruined my athletic career,” she frowned, the memory of the match making her nauseous. She looked back at the idiot. “It was awful from start to finish. I don’t know why anyone stayed until the end.”

“Isn’t it obvious,” he replied. “Pretty girl, sweating in a short skirt and tank top. Why wouldn’t they watch til’ the end?

“Awh,” Y/N cooed, finally smiling a little. “Was that an attempt at cheering me up?”

“Yes,” he said, smiling back. “But I’m not one to lie.”

“What are you doing here anyway?” Y/N asked. She noticed there weren’t any other men around. “Are you a tennis player, too?”

“Uh, no. I volunteer here at the recreation centre.”

“Ah, court mandated community service, huh? What did you do?” she smirked.

He laughed again, this time sarcastically.

“I’m not a felon, and I’m not even going to ask why you would think that.” That bod, duh. “I coach youth soccer.”

“Ah, so you’re a babysitter.” she said, trying to get a rise out of him.

He poked his tongue in his cheek and raised his brow again, something he seemed to do a lot.

“Only on the weekends.” he said, smugly. “The rest of the week I’m a firefighter.”

“Wow, that’s attractive.” she said, unable to deny that she was somewhat turned on. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to impress me.”

He gazed at her intently.

“Then, I’d say you don’t know better.”

Y/N’s breathing quickened, and she squirmed under his scrutiny. Her plan to fluster him backfired, and she hated the fact that she’d lost again.

“Okay. Well, Mr…”

“Minseok,” he said, his voice thicker than before. “My name is Minseok.”

“Right,” she said, slightly annoyed that even his name was beautiful. “Well, since I’m already undressed, I’m just going to take my shower here. I hope you don’t mind.”

“I’d be a fool if I did.”

Y/N bent over her things. She struggled to pick up her shower items and keep concealed at the same time. Minseok watched her, amused. Finally, she sighed, giving up and using both hands.

Whatever, it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before.

She headed toward the row of showers, each had a wall between them, but no curtains.

Awesome.

“Hey, listen,” Minseok said. She turned to face him. “Don’t beat yourself up over that match. It’s just a game.”

“I know,” she replied “I just really would’ve liked to win.”

“Well, I’m sorry you didn’t. I don’t like seeing people upset. I wish there was something I could do.”

Y/N bit her cheek to keep from smiling. She gathered her courage, and looked him hard in the eyes.

“I think there’s a lot you could do, Minseok.”

She ran her gaze up and down his body, slow and purposefully.

“Here?” he said, nearing her. “In a public locker room? Where anyone can walk in on us?”

“You’re the one who charges into burning buildings for a living. Don’t tell me you’re afraid of a little risk, babysitter?” she said, smirking.

He mirrored her expression. In one smooth motion, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a shower stall, throwing off his towel and turning on the water.

“What…”

“You were going to take a shower right? I thought we’d kill two birds with one stone,” he said, grinning.

He captured her lips in a heated kiss, and she pulled away.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t like that expression,” she said, dead serious. “It’s mean. And it condones the killing of innocent–

“Sweetheart,” Minseok cupped her face in his hands, trying hard not to laugh. “I would love to hear the rest of that passionate speech, but we really don’t have the luxury of time right now.”

“Oh, right.”

She shot forward, kissing him urgently, exploring his mouth with her tongue. The water cascaded over them, as he pulled her closer, pushing his hips into her panty-clad centre, and grinding against her.

“Shit! Wait!” she cried, pulling away again.

“What now!?” Minseok groaned.

“I forgot I was still wearing my underwear. It’s all wet!”

Minseok smirked and leaned forward, pressing her between the wall and himself. He rubbed the heel of his palm against her core.

“Come on, darling. Let’s not pretend you weren’t already soaked before we got in here.”

He slipped his hand under the material and rubbed her slit with his knuckles, stroking her heat. He found her opening, and eased two fingers in. She whimpered, as he pulled out and roughly plunged back in, her mouth falling open in a silent moan. His hand kept perfectly still, as he traced Y/N’s open mouth with his own. Then he curled his fingers inside her, causing her to gasp.

She licked her lips, watching as he brought his fingers to his mouth, and sucked them clean. Immediately, Y/N grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him against the wall, giving herself leverage. She wrapped her hand around his hard-on and stroked him, painfully slow. His eyes grew wide and his breathing became ragged, but he still had that smug grin on his face.

Y/N pressed her lips to his, pulling away before he could kiss her back. She moved lower, hands roaming his body as she grazed her teeth along his jaw, tracing her tongue down to his collarbone, and lightly sucking. His breath hitched in his throat, and he shivered as she trailed kisses down his chest.

“Wait,” he said, his voice husky. “I just realized that I never asked you your name.”

Y/N laughed. “Well, I guess I might as well tell you, since your going to be screaming it in a few minutes.”

Minseok chuckled. “I’m more of moaner, actually,” he said, putting his hand under her chin.

Y/N raised her brow, eliciting another laugh from Minseok as he realized she was imitating him.

“It’s Y/N.”

“Pretty,” he murmured.

“I know. Now shut up, and get ready for the best blow job of your life,” she said, sinking to her knees.

He chuckled again. “That’s a little cocky, don’t you think?”

She didn’t reply, just looked up at him as she took a hold of his member, feeling him swell under her touch. She flicked her tongue over the beads of precum gathered at his swollen tip, all the while, staring into his eyes.

Then she parted her lips and swallowed him down her throat. He sighed, leaning against the wall for support, and swallowed hard as Y/N slowly pulled up. She circled the head with her tongue, and blew along the skin. He moaned softly, reaching down to tangle his fingers in her hair.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

She sucked on the head for a few moments, and then slowly took his length down her throat again, pressing her tongue against the underside of his hard-on. She held it there for a moment, before coming back up, repeating the movement, going slower each time. He threw his head back, moaning louder, his hips instinctively thrusting even as he tried not to move.

“Ahh, Y/N,” he groaned, his grip in her hair tightening.

Y/N glanced up at him. His face was screwed up in pleasure, his brows furrowed, and his eyes tightly shut. His free hand was clutched in a fist at his side. She took him in her mouth again, moving faster, her moans sending vibrations through his flesh. He made a strangled groaning sound, his legs shaking, as the small of his back tightened.

“Stop… stop,” he panted, pushing her away. “Holy shit.”

Y/N stood up, smirking at him in an “I told you so” way.

“Another second and this would’ve been over too soon,” he said, flushed. “You weren’t kidding.”

“I’m not one to lie, Minseok,” she whispered, pressing her body against his.

He bit his lip, running his gaze over her.

“I am so attracted to you right now,” he said.

Minseok pulled her closer, shifting so that she was the one leaning against the wall. He waited for her approval, then he rid her of her underwear, practically ripping it off her body. He lifted one of her legs up, hooking it around his waist, and eased in slowly, rubbing himself against her slick folds, before filling her to the hilt.

He started to move, driving into her with deep, languid thrusts. Y/N wrapped her arms around him, her fingers sliding into his hair, and her eyes rolling back in pleasure.

Minseok throbbed with need, fighting the animalistic urge to pound into her until he came. Y/N arched her hips, trying to move against him, but he held her still, knowing he wouldn’t last long if she did. He reached down between them, pressing lightly on her swollen clit, before circling it with his thumb.

Waves of pleasure coursed through her body as he rubbed tight circles over the sensitive nub. She moaned in bliss, and then his mouth was on hers again, hot and desperate, as he brought her closer to the edge. Y/N clenched around him as he hit her in all the right places, gasping with each hard thrust.

Heat prickled their skin even as the cold shower poured down on them. Y/N’s chest rose and fell as she struggled to control her breathing. She whimpered as Minseok nibbled on her lower lip, before kissing her deeply.

He pulled back to watch her writhe against him, his eyes dark with lust. Holding her by the back of her neck, he tilted her head up, raining wet kisses down her throat.

“Minseok!” Y/N cried out, arching into him.

Minseok sped up, his thrusts becoming faster and more sloppy, losing tempo. His body trembled and he felt as though his legs would give out at any moment. He growled softly as Y/N bucked against him, forcing him deeper inside, her walls tightening around him as she approached orgasm. She clawed his back as he rammed into her relentlessly, his hips twitching in involuntary jerks.

“Y/N,” he breathed, his voice strained. “I… oh fuck.”

Unable to hold off any longer, Minseok came with a groan, one hand bracing himself against the wall and the other wrapped around Y/N’s waist, pulling her down onto him over and over, as he emptied himself into her.

His pulsing release triggered her own, and Y/N convulsed around him, moaning, as a flash of white heat overtook her senses. She gripped onto Minseok’s back, burying her head in his shoulder and riding out her orgasm.

Minseok muttered a string of profanities under his breath as he came down from his high. He pulled out of her and Y/N whimpered, making small noises of contentment as he pressed his face into her neck, scattering kisses across the slope of her shoulder.

She steadied herself on her feet as Minseok pulled away from her, her eyes bright and her cheeks flushed with warmth. 

Minseok smiled, leaning back and slumping against the wall, his breath coming in short, hard pants, as he tried to slow his pulse.

“That was…”

“Amazing,” she finished.

“Thank you,” he said with sincerity.

Y/N laughed softly. “Shouldn’t I be saying that? You did, after all, cheer me up.”

“Really?” he said, grinning. “In that case, can I ask for something in return?”

She pretended to think about it. “That depends. What do you want?”

He lifted her hand in his own, playing with her fingers. For a moment, Y/N thought he actually seemed nervous. Then he looked back up at her with that self-assured smirk.

“Let me take you out for coffee?”

Christie Rampone is more than just her age

Christie Rampone is a lifelong athlete, a mother, a wife, a fighter.

She has compassion that stretches as far as the Garden State Parkway and a heart bigger than the Jersey Shore is long. Rampone is a self-proclaimed Jersey girl, growing up in Point Pleasant (Boro) and has been called the best athlete to come out of Ocean County, New Jersey.
And yet now, after all the accomplishments she’s made in her life, she’s reduced to a singular number: her age, 40.

Despite all the talking points that National Women’s Soccer League (NWSL) commentators could bring up about Rampone during matches, they always focus on her age. But Christie Rampone is so much more than that.

In high school Rampone ran track and played basketball, soccer and field hockey. She scored 2,190 points in her high school basketball career and led her conference in three different sports in points scored.

Rampone attended Monmouth University, where she continued to play basketball and soccer while adding lacrosse to her repertoire. She was the holder of the Northeastern Conference Player of the Year in soccer for two consecutive years, leading her team in goals, points and assists. She volunteered as a coach in basketball and soccer and was called up to the United States Women’s National Team (USWNT) camp during her senior year. She earned a degree in special education in 1996.

In 2005 she was awarded an honorary degree in Public Service from Monmouth University, who also inducted her into their hall of fame in 2007. After the 2008 Olympics, October 5, 2008, was declared Christie Rampone Day.

In 2001 while playing for the New York Power, she tore her ACL. She has come back from that strong, and despite her multiple knee injuries, she still plays a full 90 minutes with her club, Sky Blue FC. She has played in all three generations of women’s professional soccer: the W-League, the WPS and, now, the NWSL. While she was playing for Sky Blue FC during the WPS days, she was a player/coach and led her team to a win in the WPS championship.

To date, Rampone has more than 300 international caps, the most of an active player in the world, male or female. She has two World Cup titles and three Olympic gold medals, among other accolades and awards.

Her teammates speak highly of her, and some players on her teams even call her Ma. She is warm and welcoming, and above all, she cares.

She has been named the first spokesperson for the sandwich chain Jersey Mike’s. She coaches youth soccer while playing at the professional level. She suffers from Lyme Disease, which affects the body in many ways, but most commonly in fatigue and joint pain.

Christie Patricia Rampone, née Pearce, Pearcie, Captain America, Christie, Mom, Coach Rampone… All of these titles are synonymous with a home grown Jersey Girl from Point Boro.

Rampone is so much more than “the 40-year-old international defender.” She is a wonderful person inside and out. Her kindness and gratitude knows no bounds. She is wise and imparts her wisdom on those around her.

Yes, she’s a 40-year-old woman, but with so many other things to focus on, why focus on a number?

samwose-gamgee-deactivated20160  asked:

Bilbo and Thorin as rival youth soccer coaches. Thorin's team is called the Erebor Arkenstones and Bilbo's is the Shire Stings and for the past three years they have both made it to the semifinals but lost out to Azog's Orc Pack and the Mirkwood Arrows. So this year they have formed an alliance to ensure that they are the two teams in the finals. Bilbo's team is well known for their sneak attacks behind the opposing teams defensive line and Thorin’s for their unrelenting offensive techniques.

TBH. TBH. TO BE REAL FUCKING HONEST. I’ve been lowkey waiting for a Bagginshield sports AU. Bless.