football sets

I don’t see enough positivity for girls who BRAWL

  • in parking lots
  • in the middle of a corn field
  • at funerals
  • in the soup aisle of walmart at 3 am
  • during thanksgiving dinner when their uncle is watching football instead of setting the goddamn table like he was asked to
The Thing About Love

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Characters: Kim Taehyung. ft bestfriend!Jeon Jungkook. 
Type: College AU.
Genre: Fluff and a smidgen of angst.
Word count: 7.1k

The thing about love is that you’ll never know when it’ll hit you right in the face until it does and you’re tumbling into a downward spiral of mishaps –and in the process, embarrass yourself to the point of social disgrace– still, even then you’ll wonder what the fuck just happened?

“Hey, you okay over there?”

The first thing you should have noticed is the person calling for your concern but you’re too busy being in pain from the akin-to bitch slap that landed smack dab on your face and the throbbing of your butt from the fall which also happen to be caused by the bitch slap. You wince at the stinging sensation when your index finger brushes your nose and realize it’s bleeding –most definitely broken too.

“Let me see.” Along with the voice comes a callous hand pulling yours out of your face then god, you don’t think a bitch slap could kill but no other explanation could make sense because you’re looking at an angel –a damn good looking one at that.

His face is shadowed by the halo bathing his beautiful sun kissed skin but from this distance –oh boy, from this distance– you can very well tell what emotion flashes across that attractive face.

“I think your nose is broken, might not wanna touch that.” He grimaces at the damage and swiftly pulls you up to your feet, strong –but not too buff– arm around your waist and your own arm around his broad shoulder.

You think he said something about going to the nurse’s office and some other thing you can’t be bothered to listen to because you’re too busy being in awe of his long lashes, soft, deep brown strands and just the perfect shade of tan.

Then he calls your name –he knows your name.

“Huh? What?” You snap out, blinking, dazed.

“I’m sorry I broke your nose with a football.”

So Kim Taehyung broke your nose with a football, that is what the fuck happened.

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Speak and I'll Listen

Cas and Dean have been neighbors since they were six years old, the fact that Cas is deaf meaning little to Dean until an accident makes it all too clear. Valentine’s Day special.

Dean had lived across from Castiel since he was six years old. He still remembered when the Novak’s had moved in, and how excited he’d been when a little black-haired boy with a bee stuffed animal had tottered into the house after his mother. Because they’d been the same age, and as far as Dean’s six-year-old brain had figured, that meant he got to make a new friend. Dean had always been happy to make friends.

He’d begged his mother for days – from the arms of their couches and edges of countertops – to go and meet them. With Sam on her hip, she’d said, “no, not now,” leaving Dean to wander up to his room dejected and staring out his window at the blue house across the lonely road.

Until the weekend had finally arrived, at which point Mary had packed together a welcome basket, spurred John out of the garage, and held Sam’s hand as they headed from one side across to the next. Dean had been jumping with excited nerves, smiling with his new football held in his tiny hands.

Up the stone walkway to the porch and front door of the house, Mary had knocked, the group waiting with varying degrees of anticipation.

A thin, mousy, blonde haired woman had answered, looking them up and down in silent surprise that Dean had failed to notice. He’d been too busy trying to peek past her legs into the house, looking for the little boy he’d thought he’d invite to play out in the yard.

“Um, hello,” the strange woman had greeted. Mary had said some nice words, introduced them, and soon enough they’d been in the house. Gathered in the kitchen, Dean had looked between the adult’s legs with a vigorous kind of searching, hands flexing around the football. Until, finally being noticed by Mary, an explanation had been given.

“Dean saw your son, I think,” she’d said to the strange woman, a questioning smile on her bright face, as if to make sure she’d been assuming correctly. “He’s been bugging me all week to come over and talk to you so they could play.”

“Oh…” Dean had turned hopefully up to them, not perceptive enough to see that the blonde – her name was Amelia – had been fidgeting in unease, her voice hardly above a murmur. “Well…” She’d looked Dean up and down – at his ruffled blonde hair and dirt-smudged face. He’d been teaching Sam how to catch earlier, to little success. “I suppose that… that might be alright.”

Both Mary and John had been perplexed by her hesitance, but said nothing on it as she’d walked from the kitchen. Figuring that perhaps she was simply overprotective, they’d instead focused on stopping Sam from wandering under the bar chairs, getting him rounded up just in time for Amelia to return to the room.

She’d been bent over someone, hands on the small shoulders of the little boy walking ahead of her. He’d been gripping his bee stuffed animal, a look of nervousness painted across his delicate features as he’d looked the newcomers up and down. His black hair had been nicely brushed, no filthy spots on his clothes.

None of this had deterred Dean however, who’d bounded forward with a smile, successfully startling the other boy, whose blue eyes had widened in surprise.

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high school sprace i guess
  • they make out in hallways and the parking lot and have gotten detention for skipping class to make out
  • them being in a class together is actual hell for the teacher
  • spot is the head of the debate team
  • race comes to all the meets and is the Supportive Boyfriend™
  • race is the captain of the football team
  • then it’s spots turn to be the Supportive Boyfriend™
  • spot and race love and support all their friends
    • they go to all jacks art shows
    • and specs and romeo’s dance recitals
    • they see all the shows because davey is tech director and jack helps paint sets
  • they are the supreme project partners
  • spot is always arguing with teachers
  • they made out in front of a teacher once because he said something homophobic
  • they first met freshman year in dentition
    • spot was there because he punched a kid for being bullying crutchie
    • race was there because he told a homophobic teacher to fuck off
  • spot died his hair a lot in high school
    • he died it blond once and race lost his shit because holy fuck his boyfriend is a hot blond 
  • all the gang is in the gsa and its where spot feels the safest
    • he always takes the scared freshman under his wing and race says if anyones mean to them he’ll set the football team on them
  • spot may be small but he is fiercely protective of his bf and friends
    • he beat a kid up once for talking shit about race and he got suspended for 3 days but he says it was worth it
    • race calls him “his knight in shinning armor” and spot loves it
  •  they go to prom together 
  • jack and davey get everyone to vote for spot and race for cutest couple
    • they end up winning 
  • on graduation day, they walk holding hands

We spent our entire childhood and youth together, sharing many friends and interests. In the old days, we used to bicker and fight like brothers do – today, we’ve no time for that.

I think Mats is a bit more self-assured; I’m more of an introvert

-  Jonas Hummels

We are cut from the same cloth

For me he is the most important person in my life. Of course, there are my parents and my girlfriend, but he is above all. My parents got divorced when I was six years old. I spent my childhood with him, [in] a week spent three days with my father and four with my mother. He has always been the constant in my life.

-  Mats Hummels

Birthday Boy (Tobi)

Requested?: Yes, thank you
Warnings: None
Pairing: Tobi and Reader

Sorry this is such a late post on. But I had to get this out while it is still his birthday. I made it just in time.(it’s 10pm where I live)

Happy Birthday Tobi! Hope it was a great day!



I’m up super early today. Earlier than normal, but for a good reason.  That reason? It’s my boyfriends birthday. He’s turning twenty-four today.

So I have decided to get up and make him a birthday breakfast.

As I am just putting the last few pancakes on to cool, I feel two arms wrap around my waist, which belong to my boyfriend. I naturally lean back into his chest, but this time I sigh.

“What’s wrong, princess?”

“You were supposed to stay in bed,” I say softly “I was going to bring you a plate. That way you could eat breakfast in bed on your birthday.”

“I’d rather eat breakfast in here with you.” He says kissing my cheek

“I’ve had an entire day planned out,” I say pushing his arms off of me “Starting with you eating breakfast in bed.”

He sighs “Fine, I will go back to bed. But only if you eat with me.”

“Okay, I will eat with you.”

He smiles and then turns on his heel, walking back to his bedroom.

I smile and turn back around to finish off cooking.

Once I am finished I load up two plates with everything I had made. Pancakes, bacon and a little bit of fruit. Grabbing two glasses of orange juice, I walk towards the bedroom.

“Breakfast is served.” I say, setting the tray down on the bed

“It looks delicious babe.” Tobi says as I hand him his plate and orange juice.

I smile as he begins to eat, as do I. The entire time, we eat on silence. Not an awkward silence, but a comfortable one. This is how most mornings go around here. That is until the work starts outside the windows, which can get annoying.

“They seem to not be working today.” He says

“Yeah, it does seem unusually quiet.”

“Maybe we can finally stay in bed and just watch Netflix. Without getting interrupted.”

“We very well could. Would you rather do that, then what I have planned?”

“Well that depends on what you have planned?”

“Well I had rented out a pitch for us to go to, just to shoot around. Nothing special. Then come back here to get ready for a dinner reservation with the rest of the guys.”

“What time is the pitch rented out for?”

“In about four hours.” I say looking at the clock

Tobi then grabs his remote to his tv and turns to me.

“Then we can watch Netflix for a few hours then.”

I nod “Sounds like a plan.”

He smiles as I move the plates and glasses from the bed. Then cuddling into his side, as he turns on Fresh Prince of Bel Air.

For the next three hours we are watching tv and cuddling. Which is two of my favorite things to do, especially with my favorite boy. It’s not too often that we do this, so I definitely cherish these times.

“Alright, before we go to the pitch. I’ve got to give you your birthday present.” I say getting up from the bed and going over to the closet.

“Here.” I say handing him the present

“Y/N, I told you not to get me anything.” He says taking the box from me

“I know, but I couldn’t resist. Now open it.”

He then tears the paper away, looking up at me shocked.

“No you did not.” He says, opening the box

I had gotten him the football boots that he was talking about getting. Though he would splurge and buy them.

“You were really wanting them, so I got them.” I say shrugging “Now we have matching boots.” I say pulling the same pair out, but in my size.
“Now shall we head to the pitch? Our time starts soon.”

He nods and gets up from the bed, grabbing his reflexive Adidas tracksuit. I grab my sidemen tracksuit and a white sdmn shirt, throwing my hair up in a ponytail.

-At The Pitch-

“Do you want to play a game, or just shoot around?” I ask as we set the footballs down

“How about we just shoot around. Get some practice in for the charity match.”

I nod my head, as I go to kick the ball. I send the ball flying towards the back of the net, right in the top right corner.

“Alright can someone has gotten better.” He says shocked

“Well I have to in order to play and won with you around.” I say as I walk back with my ball

He smiles “I’d always let you win, no matter what.”

I smile and line my shot back up.

The next two hours are filled with us kicking the ball around. Him trying to mess me up and vise versa. Cracking jokes and making up all kinds of puns.

“Alright since we have about ten minutes left here. Why don’t we have a little game?” Tobi says

“What do you have in mind?” I ask, rolling the ball with my foot

“Crossbar challenge. Five shots each. Whoever makes the most out of those, wins.”

“What is the prize?”

“Well if I win, when we get back home you will record a video with me.”

“And if I win?”

“We will do whatever you want to when we get home.”

I nod “Alright you are on.”

He smiles “Ladies first.”

I jokingly curtesy, before lining up my shot.

I end up only hitting three out of the five.

“Alright, beat that.”

He nods, going and lining up his shot. Hitting four out of five.

“Looks like you will be filming a video with me when we get back home.”

I nod “Alright, you won fair and square. But we have a dinner to get to.”

-At The Restaurant-

“Happy Birthday Dear Tobi. Happy Birthday to you.” We all sang

Throughout the song Tobi is smiling and looking around at all his friends. I’m sure that he couldn’t ask for anything more.

He’s always telling me about how much he loves being around these people. Which is exactly why I set up this dinner. So he would be surrounded by his friends.

The dinner itself took around three hours to finish, but that doesn’t really matter. All that matters is that he had a good birthday. Which I’m hoping he did.

-Back at Tobi’s Flat-

“Alright you ready to film a video?” He asks as we get into our room

I nod “Yeah, what game are we playing?”

“I decided not to play a game, but to film a q and a.” He says, sitting down in his chair “As log as that’s okay with you.”

I nod “It’s perfectly fine with me.”

He smiles as I sit down in the chair next to him.

Halfway through the video, he tells he that he has to grab something from his closet. Once he comes back, I can tell he has something in his hand, but I can’t tell what.

“Alright, last question is from me.” Tobi says “And you have to answer truthfully.”

“Okay.” I say, nodding

“Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, this is probably something you weren’t expecting to be asked. Especially on my birthday. But it’s something that cannot wait any longer.” He starts

“I knew from the moment I first met you, that you were the one. Everything about you is perfect. From the way you dance around this flat like no one is watching, to when you are just being lazy with me in bed. I love it all.”

Just from those few words, I knew what was happening.

“So Y/N.” He says, dropping to one knee and opening the box to reveal a beautiful diamond ring “Would you marry me?”

I nod my head, tears falling from my eyes “Yes.” I whisper

“A million times yes.” I say louder this time.

He smiles and slides the ring onto my finger. Leaning up to kiss me.

I can’t believe that I am going to be spending the rest of my life with the man I love.

This is not how I expected or planned this day to go. But I guess since he is the birthday boy, he gets to choose how the day goes.


I’m a fucking loser and I love Taylor Swift’s Red album. My favorite song is Stay, Stay, Stay, and I’ve been avoiding writing this Jamilton piece because I had no inspiration and then BAM it hit me like a ton of bricks, so yeah. Here we go. If you wanna listen to the song, go ahead. @i-live-i-die-i-tell-my-story SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER I’M TRASH I KNOW

Pairing: Alexander Hamilton x Thomas Jefferson

TW: You might get cavities. I’m sorry for that.

Word Count: 1006

Alexander paced back and forth, worry etching new lines into his features. Thomas had left late the night before, and he still hadn’t returned to the small apartment they’d shared for the last six months. 

It had started as a small disagreement. Something stupid, about rearranging the furniture in the living room, and out of no where they were suddenly arguing about their future and what they meant to each other. 

“Alexander, you don’t give a shit,” He’d shouted. “You refuse to put in any kind of effort or worth into this, what the hell am I supposed to do with that?” Alex hadn’t responded, immediately, he’d just stood there. What were you supposed to say to that? The love of your life is standing in front of you, saying they don’t believe you love them, and you say- what?

“So now I’m worthless in this relationship?” He’d asked quietly, biting the inside of his cheek to get a handle on his emotions. “Thomas, I love you, you know that, and I’m trying-”

“No, you’re not,” He cut Alexander off, anger still shining in his eyes. “You’re not trying, and I don’t know that.”

“You’re being an asshole,” Alexander snapped, crossing his arms defensively. “I’m not you, Thomas, I don’t show my love with over drawn gestures and extraordinary measures, I don’t see the point in that shit, it’s-” 

“Jesus fuck, Alex, that’s not what this is about-” 

“Then what is it about, Thomas?” He shouted back.

“Do you even want me here?” Alexander froze in place, heart racing. Of course he did, but if Thomas didn’t want to be there, he didn’t want to hold him prisoner.

“Do you want to be here?” He whispered, eyes wide and terrified of his response.

“I’m not sure anymore.” They both stared at each other, eyes sad and full of loss. Where were they supposed to go from there?

“Then leave.” The words were out before Alexander knew what he was saying. Thomas’ face showed the shock and hurt he felt, but it couldn’t be taken back. He’d said it, and now it was up to Thomas to decide. He tried to respond, but Alexander stood his ground. “No, Thomas. If you don’t know that you want to be here, with me, then go.” He stared at the floor, doing his best to bite back the tears until this whole ordeal was over. He didn’t want him to go, not really, but what was he supposed to do to stop him?

“Okay.” Alexander looked up, heart broken that he’d actually chosen to leave. He watched in silence as he gathered his things, slipped on his coat and made his way to the door. Thomas stopped in the doorway, glancing at him once more before smiling sadly and closing the door.

Alexander chucked his phone at the spot where Thomas had just been, tears streaming down his face, before sliding to the floor and hiding his face in his arms, wanting the whole ordeal to be done with. 

And that’s where he sat now, with a phone just as shattered as his heart. 

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been sitting there when he heard the familiar sounds of a key turning in the lock. He looked up, eyes still brimming with tears. Thomas stood in the doorway, bags under his eyes prominent, hair disheveled and salt lines where he had been crying too. “Hey,” He whispered hoarsely. 

“Hey,” Alex muttered, wiping his eyes. “Can we talk?” He asked hesitantly. “About last night?” Thomas nodded, closing the door and kicking off his shoes. He walked to the storage closet, digging around before walking back out with his football helmet from their senior year of high school in his hands. “What’s that for?” 

“You think I didn’t hear you throw that phone?” Thomas asked incredulously. “I stood outside the door for ten minutes, hoping you’d open it and ask me to stay. I heard it.” Alex’s tears welled up once more, partially because of the ridiculousness of the whole thing, but mostly because it broke his heart knowing Thomas had wanted to stay. “Okay, let’s talk.”

“Stay.” Alexander blurted. “I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember, and you think it’s funny when I’m mad, and no one else I’ve dated ever helped me with things like carrying the groceries and you make me laugh all the time. I love you, because you have given me no choice.” The words rushed out in a flurry, with no thought behind them, much like the most of their relationship. No thinking twice, no thought into the future, just here and now. “So please, just don’t leave again.”

“You’re a pain in my ass.” Thomas began, setting the football helmet down. Alexander’s pulse quickened, fear skyrocketing through him. This is it, he thought, I finally went to far, he’s leaving, I can’t fix this- “But you took the time to memorize me. My fears, and hopes, and dreams.” He sank down beside Alexander, taking his hand in his. They were silent, just sitting together, curious as to what this meant for the rest of their future. “I like hanging out with you.”

“I like hanging out with you too, Thomas.” Thomas nodded, smiling softly as Alexander rested his head on his shoulder. 

“All these fights we’ve been in, and you haven’t left, not once.” He muttered, pressing a gentle and loving kiss to Alexander’s hairline, smiling as he breathed in his familiar scent. “It’s been occurring to me, I’d like to hang out with you for my whole life.” Alex’s head snapped up, surprise written across his face. “I think that it’s best if we both stay.” Alex nodded, laughing through his tears. 

“No one else is gonna love me when I get mad, so.” Thomas laughed pulling him in for a kiss, tasting the salt from their combined tears. “Hey, Thomas?” He hummed in acknowledgement.

“I’d like to hang out with you for my whole life too.”